In the world of Moe King, I became the ruler of ice.

Gazel's shocked gaze revealed that he was surprised to see familiar faces here, two of whom were the most unexpected to him.

Seemingly sensing Gazel's gaze, Ramiris removed the wine bottle, which was even larger than herself, from her side and pursed her lips at Gazel who was looking over.

"What are you looking at? Why can't I come to a banquet?!"

Torene then picked up a piece of grilled meat from the hot pot and fed it to Ramiris.

"Come here, Lady Ramiris, open your mouth!"

Ramiris happily opened her little mouth, enjoying Torene's feeding.

"Hehe, this hot pot meat is so delicious, mmm."

"Be careful, it's hot..."

...

Gazel was speechless and turned to look at Gransta, as if to confirm.

Gransta nodded at Gazel.

Gazel breathed a sigh of relief upon receiving confirmation. He hadn't expected Gransta to actually manage to summon the Elf Queen and the legendary Forest Ruler; it seemed his understanding of this country was about to expand further.

After a moment of silence, Gazel smiled at Gransta and Rimuru.

"I didn't expect you to gain the approval of the forest guardian tree spirit. It seems my previous probing was unnecessary, haha."

Rimuru was furious when he heard this. Was that a test before?

They're clearly using this as an excuse to put pressure on me, huh!

However, since they were now allies, Rimuru stopped worrying about it.

Then Gazel suddenly asked Rimuru a question.

"By the way, Rimuru, what's the name of your country?"

Rimuru couldn't help but exchange a glance with Gransta.

"Rimuru, you are the leader of this country, don't look at me!"

"I had never thought about this before..."

Rimuru scratched his head. Indeed, a country needs an official name. But their country was formed as an alliance; what should they name it?

After thinking for a while, his eyes lit up, and he excitedly told everyone.

"How about we call our country... the Federation of Jura Tempest?"

Rigurd immediately stood up excitedly and looked at Rimuru with respectful eyes.

"Lord Rimuru, now that the name of the country has been decided, let's give this city a name too!"

Yes, this city will surely become the central city of the country in the future, and will become a place that all races yearn for.

Rimuru pondered for a moment and then came to a conclusion.

"We originally wanted to name it after me and Gransta, but that would be too cliché."

He paused for a moment before continuing.

"Therefore... from now on, I will name this city—the Holy City of Demons."

Rigurd and the others were already trembling with excitement. In fact, they could accept whatever name Lord Rimuru gave them, but having a name was like having a sense of belonging and a stronger sense of identity.

A hint of surprise flashed in Granstad's eyes, but he shook his head dismissively.

He continued eating the food Zhu Lai had picked up and drinking the wine Xue Qing had offered...

(The original title is Jura, not Jula. I'm explaining this specifically because it's a translation issue and also to avoid censorship... Those who know, know (˵¯͒〰¯͒˵))

Gazel pondered for a moment, then nodded.

"The Jura Tempest Federation... the Holy City of Monsters... Hmm, it's a good name indeed. I will issue a statement to officially recognize the establishment of this country when I get back."

Rimuru was very happy, as he was quite skilled at naming things, and he thanked Gazel for his words.

"Then thank you very much, Senior Brother."

"By the way, senior brother, I'd like to pave a smooth road between the two countries. I wonder if you would agree?"

Rimuru had this idea when he went to the Dwarf Kingdom, but he needed Gazel's approval.

Gazel, however, was quite interested in Rimuru's sudden idea.

"Oh, Rimuru, you should know that the distance between our two countries is extremely far, and the manpower and financial resources involved are considerable..."

Rimuru understood what Gazel meant, so he waved his hand at Gazel and said.

"Senior brother, don't worry about that. Our country will cover the manpower and financial resources. However, there is one condition: we will collect some road tax when the road is completed."

Keep in mind that Rimuru currently has over 100,000 pig-headed laborers, and the city's construction only required tens of thousands of pig-headed people, so there's no worry about a shortage of labor.

Gazel fell silent for once, and he couldn't help but admire Rimuru's idea. If there were a direct road between the two countries, it would definitely attract many merchants.

This also benefits the economic development of the country of Dovagon, with trade between the two countries, and the country has many unique delicacies that Gazeir has never seen before.

The small road tax is negligible compared to the value of the property.

After thinking for a while, Gazel agreed.

"Haha, Rimuru, this is something that benefits both countries, so of course I agree. Let's do as you say."

"Oh, that's great!"

The two chatted and drank while discussing the details of the alliance between the two countries.

For example, the first provision states that the two countries cannot wage war in any form. The second provision states that the Dawagun Armed State will not only provide forging technology and advanced equipment, but also agree to a passage between the two countries and pay a certain road tax to the Jura Tempesta Federal State...

Gransta didn't care about any of that; Rimuru would handle it anyway.

Just as Gazel and Rimuru finished their conversation, Gazel turned to look at Ramiris and walked over.

"Ramillies, I think it's been a long time since we last saw each other!"

Ramiris was enjoying her drink when she saw Gazel approaching. She picked up her hand impatiently and started counting on her fingers.

"One year...three years...oh, only a few decades, is that a long time?"

Gazel was speechless. Ramiris was still the same. In terms of age, no one present could compare to this ancient demon king, so decades was just a small thing for Ramiris.

"Cough cough..."

Gazel coughed calmly.

"Ramillies, you know I'm looking for you because of that [Demon Armed Forces] project. Last time you just withdrew the elven technical support...and ran away."

The tone was somewhat accusatory, but mostly it conveyed helplessness.

Ramiris thought for a moment with her little head, as if she had thought of something, took a sip of wine and waved her hand.

"That plan...didn't it fail? So I sent those elves home, and it was too boring to stay there and do research."

Gazel paused for a moment.

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