After the ceremony, a grand celebration followed immediately.
It's banquet time again!
At night, the Jura Tempest Federation was brightly lit, and an atmosphere of joy permeated everywhere.
In a dark alley, a dark shadow silently watched the noise in the square.
Suddenly, a hand was placed on her shoulder.
The dark shadow turned her head sharply.
"Oh my, I've caught a little mouse," Draco asked with a half-smile. "Did Clayman send you?"
Pulling off the black hood, it revealed an extremely beautiful face.
Draco immediately recognized the identity of the dark shadow.
The woman was shocked in her heart, but her face remained calm. "What do you mean, sir?"
"Hmph, you really don't plan to admit it? Ring Finger, Mjurran!"
Mjurran's mind shook; her identity had been completely seen through by the other party.
At the same time, when Mjurran saw Draco, she knew that she was probably doomed this time.
She regretted being too careless, thinking that because she hadn't shown her face for hundreds of years, no one would know her true identity.
The means of the man before her had clearly exceeded her expectations, but it was too late for regrets now.
"Sigh~"
Mjurran sighed softly. "Since I've already been discovered by you, then go ahead and do it."
Knowing she was absolutely no match for Draco, she simply gave up resisting.
Draco's eyes suddenly narrowed, his black pupils instantly turning gold, and images were reflected in his eyes.
Pupil Technique: Eye of Void Time!
The next moment, Draco saw Mjurran's memories from this period of time.
Mjurran was seen through inside and out, and then she heard Draco say in an indifferent and calm tone, "Have you seen Kurumi?"
"Kurumi?"
Mjurran was slightly stunned. "Who is Kurumi?"
"Forget it, I'll see for myself."
A moment later, after Draco finished reading Mjurran's memories, he learned about everything that had happened in the Kingdom of Falmuth.
"Are those two guys lost?"
Draco frowned and muttered to himself.
Regarding this, Draco wasn't too worried; among the Western powers, only the Holy Church was a bit of a threat.
To be precise, only if Luminus were to act; otherwise, few people were a match for Kurumi.
However, with Ramiris, who is also a Demon Lord, there, Luminus would know she was one of their own.
From Mjurran's memories, Draco also learned of Clayman's recent movements.
So he was preparing to become an Awakened Demon Lord; no wonder he's been so quiet lately.
Thinking of this, Draco raised his hand, and a soft, warm halo instantly enveloped Mjurran.
This was to block Clayman's prying eyes and prevent him from noticing anything unusual.
Although Draco didn't sense anyone monitoring them at the moment, it was always better to be safe than sorry.
"Do you want to gain your freedom?"
Draco asked after the light dissipated.
"Wh... what?" Mjurran hadn't reacted yet.
"Haven't you been looking for a way to escape Clayman's control?"
"How do you know..." Mjurran's eyes widened as she stared at Draco in disbelief.
She had always hidden it well, never revealing anything about her past.
But how could he know so much?
A storm of emotions surged in Mjurran's heart.
"This guy can help you."
Draco gestured with his chin toward Rimuru, who was surrounded by laughter and chatter on the plaza.
Rimuru's face was full of joyful smiles as he constantly chatted with the guests around him, his expression remaining pure as if he would never tire.
Mjurran followed Draco's gaze, confused.
"I have now blocked Clayman's surveillance of you. If you want to break free from his control, you can go to Rimuru."
"There is only one chance."
"If you want to take control of your own destiny again, then seize this opportunity."
As the words fell, Draco's figure slowly vanished.
"By the way, if Clayman realizes what's happening, he might just crush your heart directly~ You don't have much time left."
"..."
Mjurran stood frozen in place.
After a long silence, she took a deep breath and stepped toward the plaza.
Whether she succeeded or not, she had to try once.
She was a clever woman and knew very well that while Draco seemed to be giving her a choice, he was actually forcing her to defect to the Demon Country's camp.
The highly suspicious Clayman would never allow his subordinates to escape his control.
Once Clayman discovered he could no longer monitor her movements, his first thought would be that Mjurran had betrayed him.
If she didn't make a choice, death was all that awaited her.
Moreover, she was unwilling to continue living under Clayman's shadow.
She was tired of this life.
If given the chance, she hoped to live openly in the sunlight rather than living in constant fear every day, afraid that she might be ruthlessly discarded by Clayman once she lost her utility.
"Respected ruler of monsters, Rimuru Tempest, I am the Majin Mjurran, one of Clayman's subordinates."
"Please help me escape Clayman's control. In exchange, I am willing to join your ranks and serve you!"
Mjurran walked up to Rimuru and stated her identity directly.
She was straightforward because she had no other choice.
"..."
For a moment, the originally bustling plaza fell into an instant silence.
Many people turned their heads to look at Mjurran standing next to Rimuru.
Everyone looked at each other, unable to understand why their enemy, a subordinate of Clayman, had come to surrender.
Has this woman lost her mind?
"Huh...?"
Rimuru was also caught off guard for a moment.
After Mjurran briefly explained the reasons, Rimuru finally understood her intentions.
Due to Draco's appearance, the original storyline had deviated, and Mjurran hadn't done anything harmful to the Jura Tempest Federation yet.
The others didn't feel much resentment toward Mjurran.
As for causing internal strife in the Kingdom of Falmuth, it didn't have much impact on the Jura Tempest Federation; what was meant to happen would still happen.
Ultimately, Rimuru kept Mjurran. He removed the Heart of Domination from her body and replaced it with a new one made from his own Universal Cells.
However, since she was from an enemy faction, although Rimuru was a nice guy, he wasn't stupid; he still had her sign a contract never to take action against the Jura Tempest Federation.
With the disappearance of the Heart of Domination, Mjurran's human emotions, frozen for three hundred years, began to sprout anew.
When Mjurran was still human, she was a royal noble, and her speech and behavior always exuded a sense of elegance.
She bowed slightly and asked Rimuru respectfully.
"Lord Rimuru, what should I do next?"
"Hmm... just stay by my side for now."
"Understood."
The next moment, Mjurran gently picked up Rimuru in his Slime form.
Thus, Clayman's subordinates -1, Rimuru's brain cushion +1.
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