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

Gransta returned a day after Rimuru fell into a coma. Although he was prepared, the goblins in the entire village had undergone a huge change.

This... is just a complete reskin!

Time passed by, minute by minute, and three days had gone by in the blink of an eye.

Gransta wasn't idle either, directing the reborn goblins to build their own home.

He first used ice magic to clear a large open space from the surrounding trees, and then carefully marked out the area.

However, he doesn't understand house construction, but he has the ability to control ice.

Who says ice can't be used to build houses? Controlling the magic within her body, she condensed it into an ice block more than three meters tall.

"Wow! Why is Lord Gransta making such a huge block of ice?"

"Hmm, I guess the adults must have known we were thirsty from working, so they got us some ice to cool us down."

"Really? Lord Gransta is so kind to us, just as gentle as Lord Rimuru."

Several goblins stopped what they were doing when they saw Gransta's actions, and came over to speculate and talk.

Gransta ignored them, carefully examining the huge block of ice, his fingers flying across the surface like carving knives.

Ice chips flew wildly from the huge block of ice, and an ice sculpture resembling a castle slowly took shape.

"Phew, it's finally done!"

Gransta looked at his masterpiece with great satisfaction, and then the goblin village chief walked over.

"Sir, what are you doing, creating an ice castle like this...?"

They asked with eyes full of curiosity.

"Oh, Ligurd, you mean this? Of course, you'll use it as a temporary house, but this castle isn't for you to live in. It'll be simpler for me to get your house ready in half a day."

Ligurd was overjoyed; he had been worrying about not having a place to live. Whether it looked good or not didn't matter; having a place to live was good enough.

Having gained experience in carving ice castles, Granstas found it much easier to build their own houses.

All that was needed was to make some igloos of double, five, and ten-person sizes, and Gransta quickly completed them.

These ice sculptures are maintained by his magic, so there's no need to worry about them melting, and the amount of magic power consumed is negligible.

There were about two hundred of them, including the Fang Wolf Clan, who were also a combination of goblin and wolf, as Rimuru had instructed.

...

For the past three days, Rimuru has been diligently meditating and training, and has finally fully recovered!

Despite experiencing a crisis of depleted magic power, surprisingly, his restored magic power and total magic essence seem to be even stronger than before.

The feeling of desperately swinging the weapon and constantly getting stronger excited Rimuru.

He even had a fleeting urge to challenge Gransta to a duel, but ultimately he resisted the urge.

After all, fighting Granstas is no easy task! Thinking of this, Rimuru shook his head and decided to put the idea aside for the time being.

"Haha, Gransta, I'm finally awake! You must have known that naming consumes magic power, right?"

The sound carried far.

Rimuru had fully recovered, and the first thing he did upon waking up was to shout out this sentence.

Gransta, who was leisurely lying with his eyes closed in the ice sculpture castle, heard it all.

Ha ha!

"What! Lord Rimuru has finally woken up! We can finally breathe a sigh of relief."

"Waaaaah, Rimuru-sama, we can't live without you! What would we do if something happened to you? Waaaaahhhhhh~"

Rimuru: Uh ⊙∀⊙!

"Goblin, what are you talking about? Lord Rimuru is perfectly fine!"

He wasn't completely asleep these days; he could still sense everything happening outside, and he knew about Granstas's actions.

Their village has now taken shape and is quite large, all thanks to Granster's 'efforts' these past few days!

Rimuru felt a little ashamed! But he's thick-skinned, so it's alright, haha.

"Yo, Rimuru, you're finally awake. Now I can finally get some rest."

Gransta also spread his magnificent wings and flew to Rimuru's side.

It's about the same size as Rimuru now, a cute chibi version of Gransta! But it's a head taller than Rimuru, haha.

"Hmph, you bastard..."

Rimuru turned his head to the side, looking a little angry.

"Don't be angry! Have you forgotten that you still have things to do?"

Gransta nudged Limcat's body with his arm as a reminder.

"Oh, you mean...."

He pointed towards the Fang Wolf pack, where nearly a hundred Fang wolves were waiting for Rimuru to name them.

Following the direction Gransta pointed, he saw a group of Garou looking at him expectantly.

"Hmm, so many wolves! I'm afraid my hard-won magic power is going to be completely drained again!"

"Great Sage, if I give Garo his life now, will he fall into a deep sleep like before?"

[Analysis successful! If the host bestows a name, they will enter a three-day slumber!]

"No way! I just woke up!"

Rimuru's joy at waking up from his slumber vanished instantly, replaced by a sour expression.

Gransta looked at Rimuru's expression and almost laughed.

"Rimuru, let me remind you, the Fang Wolf Clan is different from other monsters. They are a unified whole. You only need to name their leader, which is equivalent to naming the entire Fang Wolf Pack, but the mana cost will not change."

"Is that so? That's quite convenient."

The mana consumption hasn't changed, so he'll still be asleep. Rimuru still has that same sour face!

"Rimuru, how could I watch you fall asleep again? We're best friends, this time I'll name you together!"

Gulansta put on a "I'm your brother" expression and said with a smile.

Rimuru looked up at Gransta in surprise.

"Really?"

Gulansta summoned the new leader of the Fangwolf Clan, who was also the son of the former leader.

It has the same robust physique as its father, and even their styles are somewhat similar.

"What name should we choose? We named it together, so let's pick a nice-sounding name."

After thinking for a moment, he spoke to Gransta.

Rimuru gazed into its golden eyes, pondering a name.

"Our surname represents the storm, the fangs of the storm!"

"That's it! Let's name him 'Storm Fang'! It's a bit random, but it sounds nice! That's decided!"

Gulansta revealed an expression that said, "I knew it."

The moment they named [Storm Fang], Rimuru and Gransta suddenly felt as if most of their magic energy had been drained.

A violent feeling of exhaustion washed over Gransta. He was doing relatively well, but Rimuru was in a much worse state.

Fortunately, he had made preparations in advance and took out the [magic potions] he had produced in batches over the past few days from the resource library.