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

As the dinner was drawing to a close

Gazel and Rimuru discussed the development of many countries and even signed a national treaty in person.

"Haha, from now on our two countries will be friendly nations. Rimuru, come visit my country sometime."

"Yes, definitely."

"Then let's agree on this."

......

Finally, Gazel also discussed with Ramiris the possibility of continuing cooperation with the elves.

Ramiris looked impatient, her face slightly flushed, and she stammered as she spoke.

"Mmm...it tastes good. What were you talking about, um?"

"Oh, why are you so obsessed with the technology cooperation for magical armored soldiers? And it has all failed, which proves that the ideal is flawed."

"Ugh... hiccup..."

Gazel looked at Ramiris, who was already somewhat drunk, with a strange expression.

A sense of unease began to rise within me.

How much has she drunk?! Is this the time to talk about serious matters with her?

Gazel thought for a moment, but decided to say it first. He knew Ramiris's personality quite well; she might run off somewhere to play one day, and it would be difficult to see her again.

"Ramillies, the failure of the last experiment was largely due to one of my subordinates being too eager to succeed and activating the armor without authorization, so..."

Gazel paused for a moment, then looked seriously at the absent-minded Ramiris.

"Furthermore, since that incident, my research team has conducted numerous studies and has successfully created a semi-finished [Magic Armor Soldier]."

"Now all that's missing is the core magical technology of your Elven race. Ramiris's research has taken our country many years of effort, so we don't want to give up."

Ramiris's eyes, which were still a little drunk, cleared up a bit, and she looked at Gazel with some surprise after hearing his words.

"Hmm... so we've already successfully created a semi-finished product? If that's the case..."

Gazel didn't try to hide their conversation. Gransta, standing to the side, looked at Gazel and Ramiris with some surprise. It was surprising that their two races had such technological cooperation.

"【Magic Armor Soldier】? Could it be an armed mech?"

Gulansta murmured to himself, his tone speculative.

However, this was clearly a military secret of the dwarves and elves, and he couldn't ask about it directly. Perhaps he would have a chance to see it in the future.

Ramiris frowned and hesitated for a moment before slowly speaking.

"Well... alright, but I need to finish my work here before I can go back. I'll notify some high elves first and have them help you improve some of your magical techniques."

"Is this alright now? Come on, come on! Don't bother me while I'm drinking."

Gazel breathed a sigh of relief. This research was extremely important to their Dovagon Armed Kingdom, as they had signed technology-sharing treaties with the Elves.

If successful, it would benefit both sides and would also elevate the military strength of the Kingdom of Dovagon to a higher level, thus enhancing his own power.

Gazel was still a little worried about Ramiris. He knew her personality all too well; what if she forgot everything when she sobered up?

So he went up to Granstad and raised a glass of wine.

"Lord Gransta, I have a favor to ask of you."

Gulansta looked at Gazel's somewhat anxious face with a strange expression, and politely raised his glass in return.

"Gazelle, tell me what it is first, but let me make this clear, I can't agree to anything too troublesome, after all, I'm a rather lazy person."

Gazel waved his hand, and the two clinked their glasses together and drank it all in one gulp.

"This matter is actually not troublesome."

Gazel gestured with his lip toward Ramiris, who was holding a bottle of wine.

"Actually, I just want you to keep an eye on Ramiris for me. After she's had her fun here, I'll send her to our country."

"Our country's research forces have been urging me to bring Ramiris back, otherwise the research cannot continue..."

When he said that last sentence, his expression turned rather unpleasant.

Gransta couldn't help but glance in Ramiris's direction; this favor wasn't actually that troublesome.

"Hmm, I can help. But wouldn't that mean I'd learn some of your military secrets? That wouldn't be good!"

Since Gransta belongs to the Jura Tempest Federation, there are still some concerns about matters involving the military secrets of other countries.

Gazel smiled slyly, seemingly unconcerned.

"We signed a technology-sharing treaty with the Elves. Gransta, aren't you an Elf? I haven't violated any provisions of the treaty."

The reason Gazel sought Gransta's help was because Gransta was the only other elf in the area.

Gransta felt that his identity as an elf was somewhat different from that of the elves in this world.

However, since neither the Dwarf King nor Ramiris cared, he could only nod in agreement.

"Okay, I promise you."

...

Early in the morning, King Gazel led all the members of the Flying Knights away. A large number of winged dragons took off and peacefully left the country.

But on the second day...

As soon as Rimuru opened the door, he saw a burly figure chatting with Old Man Bai.

Rimuru rubbed his eyes, looking at the person in disbelief.

"Senior Brother Gazel, didn't you leave yesterday?"

Gazel turned his head and looked at Rimuru, who had just gotten up, with a teasing expression.

"Hey, Rimuru, you're up really early."

Rimuru blushed and looked outside. He saw that everyone had already gotten up, and Granstas was sitting to the side, giving Rimuru an amused look.

"Uh, this isn't... Ah! No, that's not right."

The key question is why Gazel is here; he seems quite relaxed.

"As the Dwarf King, why are you here all alone?"

Gazel smiled nonchalantly.

"Hehe, I'm not here to play around. Don't worry, the Dwarf Kingdom doesn't know I've already slipped out."

"I brought some local specialties!"

As he spoke, Gazel tossed a burlap sack at his feet in front of Rimuru.

"This is?"

Rimuru opened the sack with a puzzled look, and a bruised and swollen human head was revealed.

"Hey, isn't that Minister Besta?"

Besta, who had just shown himself, was also in a state of anger and confusion. His first words were...

"Where am I? Why have you kidnapped me?"

You see, he was peacefully repenting at home when suddenly a sack was put over his head, plunging him into darkness. After a bumpy journey, he opened his eyes and found himself here.

Besta hadn't even realized who was so bold as to kidnap him in the Dwarf Kingdom. Weren't they afraid of the Dwarf Kingdom's iron-fisted laws?