Jotunheim.
Royal Palace.
All the bloodline nobles gathered, Helblindi and Bergelmir were among them, and even Farbauti, the Queen of Jotunheim, was no exception.
"The foundation of Jotunheim is the bloodline nobles, the powerful warriors; she actually used such precious Recovery Potion on commoners!"
"It's already been three days since she ascended the throne, and she hasn't come to see the Queen or the princes. Instead, she's been wandering around the various slums. What exactly does Rimuru King want to do?"
"Indeed, she hasn't even met with ministers or generals. Does she really expect to rule Jotunheim with those commoners of diluted bloodlines?"
"Perhaps Rimuru King is counting on those commoners to resist external enemies!" Prince Bergelmir said sourly.
Queen Farbauti glared at Bergelmir and said, "Watch your words. Rimuru King is already the King of Jotunheim. She sealed the ancestor Ymir with a flick of her hand!"
"…"
Bergelmir was choked with anger, unable to utter a single word.
Rimuru's strength was too great; it was no longer something that could be compensated for by numbers.
Even if he had ten thousand grievances in his heart, he dared not voice them in front of Rimuru.
Queen Farbauti looked at the bloodline nobles and said, "Rimuru King comes from Midgard. That place is different from Jotunheim; the difference in power between people, no matter how great, cannot be that significant."
"So, in Rimuru King's view, the difference between us nobles and those commoners is not as great as everyone imagines."
"But time will tell all. The difference in power brought about by the difference in bloodline levels is irreconcilable."
"To rule Jotunheim, we bloodline nobles are ultimately needed for cooperation. Everyone, please be patient and give Rimuru King some more time; she will eventually understand!"
A Mountain Giant over three meters tall, carrying a large axe, said, "The Queen is right; time will prove everything. Everyone, please be patient! Remember, whatever Rimuru King asks you to do, cooperate fully. Don't become the target of the King's display of power just because of differences in opinion!"
"Yes, yes, General Qiu is right. Rimuru King will sooner or later understand the survival rules of our Jotunheim. There's no need to seek death at this time and become the target of Rimuru King's sacrifice!"
Those qualified to enter the Royal Palace were truly the high-ranking officials of Jotunheim; not a single one was foolish.
A new emperor brings new courtiers; a new King establishing authority is a common occurrence.
If they were to feign compliance now and give Rimuru King an excuse to assert authority, that would be truly foolish!
Prince Helblindi, who had not spoken until now, said, "Where is Rimuru King now?"
A guard quickly came out, "Reporting to Your Highness, the King is currently in the slum of the Wind Giants' territory!"
"Understood. What has the King been doing?"
Guard: "She just walked around casually and talked to commoners. Oh, and she also healed a commoner who was bitten by a Wind Demon Wolf!"
"Anything else?"
Guard: "Oh, the King also seemed to have named a newborn baby!"
Helblindi waved his hand, dismissing the guard.
The nobles looked at each other, suppressing their smiles, and did not utter the crude words they were thinking.
Bitten by a Wind Demon Wolf?
Was such a useless person worth wasting such precious medicine on?
Naming a baby? How idle!
Rimuru King is truly naive!
Time will prove everything!
Wind Giant territory.
Having been in Jotunheim for three days, Rimuru personally measured this land with her own feet.
The feeling this land gave Rimuru was: cold, barren, and incredible!
The coldness and barrenness need no further explanation; what truly opened Rimuru's eyes was the unique human and geographical landscape here.
Perhaps because of the relatively rich magicule content, the people and animals here were truly monsters.
Although described as barren, it was actually much better than Rimuru had imagined before arriving.
Before Rimuru arrived, her imagination of Jotunheim was of a land covered in ice and snow, with no vegetation and scarce species.
Just like the South Pole and North Pole of Earth!
But after arriving, she realized she had fallen into a "fixed mindset."
Many experiences from Earth were completely unworkable in Jotunheim.
Although Jotunheim was covered in ice and snow year-round, due to the rich magicule content, various highly cold-resistant magical plants grew there.
The Black Iron Forest was even filled with tall trees, weeds, magical fungi, and ice fruits, and the magical beasts within were exceptionally abundant.
Providing a large amount of food for the people of Jotunheim!
"Poor mountains and harsh waters produce unruly people" – although this phrase is derogatory, it describes the situation aptly.
Due to the severe climate and scarce material conditions, the natural birth rate of giants was extremely low, and the survival rate was even pitifully low.
During the thousands of years of a giant's lifespan, a couple would typically only have one to two children.
Here, survival of the fittest was almost laid bare!
Anyone who could survive was not weak; picking up a weapon, they were excellent warriors.
As Rimuru explored more places, Raphael collected more comprehensive information.
After three days, Rimuru had already grasped the basic situation of Jotunheim.
After reviewing the various pieces of information compiled by Ciel, Rimuru had only one feeling—Jotunheim does not tolerate weakness.
This was a World where "might makes right"!
It seemed everyone had room for advancement, as long as they could become stronger.
As long as one was strong, food, women, status, and wealth were all available!
But this was also a World of near despair!
Because the source of strength lay in bloodline, and bloodline nobles would only marry other bloodline nobles!
In other words, nobles would always be nobles, and commoners would always be commoners, similar to the caste system in India.
Wind Giants.
Among the races in Jotunheim, they were relatively "graceful," with a "smaller" physique, skilled in wind magic, and fewer warriors.
In Jotunheim, their status was relatively low.
Soon after stepping into the Wind Giants' gathering place, Rimuru unexpectedly saw a Wind Giant girl with an exceptionally beautiful appearance.
This girl's face was different from that of humans, with a pale blue skin tone, but her features were exceptionally delicate.
From Rimuru's aesthetic perspective, she was absolutely a beauty!
It was also interesting to note that before coming, Rimuru had thought Jotunheim would be a disaster zone for looks, where pretty girls simply didn't exist.
After arriving, Rimuru realized she was terribly wrong!
High-Appearance female giant sisters certainly existed.
However, in any World, beauties are a scarce resource.
Actually, it makes sense; if the female giants of Jotunheim were all too ugly to be seen, the God-Kings of Vanaheim and Asgard would not have married them.
Odin's mother was a female giant from Jotunheim, and she didn't drag down the Aesir's appearance.
Beautiful, noble-blooded, and powerful female giants were even rarer.
This Wind Giant girl before her was truly a little beauty that fit Rimuru's aesthetic.
However, in the eyes of the Frost Giants, it might not be the case.
Her bloodline was not noble, nor was her strength great!
Through Ciel's introduction, Rimuru learned her age: 300 years old. In a lifespan spanning thousands of years, her life's journey had just begun.
Roughly equivalent to a human middle school student!
At this moment, she was holding a branch and sketching something on the snow.
After a brief perception, Rimuru was surprised; she was drawing Rimuru herself.
Perhaps because she had never seen Rimuru before, this drawing was full of the girl's own imagination and conjecture.
The Rimuru in her drawing was entirely based on the Giant race as a prototype, combined with overheard characteristics, making her exceptionally unique, yet possessing a distinct aesthetic.
This girl has such high artistic talent!
The reason Rimuru said this was because in these three days, she had not discovered any giants with artistic cells among the Giant race.
All of her painting skills were entirely self-taught!
"What is your name?"
Rimuru's sudden appearance startled the Wind Giant girl. When she clearly saw Rimuru's face, she trembled all over.
She was so scared, her body stiff, and she spoke incoherently.
"King, please, please forgive my recklessness, I know I was wrong, I really ate the wrong thing!"
The girl stammered, and perhaps thinking of something, she was about to kneel, but Rimuru stopped her.
"You paint very well, so what is there to be wrong about? I just asked your name, what are you afraid of?"
The girl's face flushed with excitement. Since birth, this was the first time someone had told her that her painting was good.
More importantly, this person was the King of Jotunheim!
The girl lowered her head in shame and said, "King, I don't have a formal name. Mother usually calls me Feng…"
As Wind Giants, there were countless people in the tribe named xx Feng or Feng xx, but she was even worse off, with just a lonely "Feng" character.
Feng felt this name was utterly outdated and too embarrassing!
Rimuru smiled, feeling that this Wind Giant girl was somewhat different from all the other giants she had seen before.
Very individual!
Though her bloodline was ordinary, her heart was free-spirited, romantic, and she had a good artistic taste, with a touch of a literary girl's vibe!
"Since you don't like your name, how about I give you a new one?"
"Really?" The girl's eyes suddenly lit up.
To be fortunate enough to receive a name bestowed by the King was a lifelong honor for her.
From now on, let's see who dares to mock her, it'll infuriate those guys, hmph hmph hmph!
Maybe she could even marry a noble!
Rimuru shook her head. This little one still didn't fully grasp what Rimuru bestowing a name truly meant!
However, she would know later!
Not only would this girl know, but all of Jotunheim would know.
Rimuru looked at the girl and said solemnly, "By the name of Rimuru Tempest, I bestow upon you the name Wind giant. I hope you will continue to persevere in painting and not give up easily."
How solemn!
As soon as Rimuru spoke, the Wind Giant girl felt an unprecedented solemnity and immediately became serious.
After Rimuru finished speaking, Wind giant immediately felt the difference—her blood was boiling!
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