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

The snow fell like locusts, blanketing the sky, followed by a bone-chilling cold.

"Damn it!"

"Damn it!!"

In the luxurious room, the nobleman huddled under the covers, muttering curses under his breath.

squeak-

An old butler hurriedly entered the room, and as soon as the door opened, cold air rushed into the room through the crack.

The nobleman shivered from the cold and called out from under the covers, "What are you doing in here? Close the door quickly, I'm freezing to death."

"Oh...I'm sorry, sir." The old butler bowed and apologized, while the door opposite him was locked tightly.

"My lord... Your Excellency..."

"What's the matter?"

"Sir, several major events have recently occurred in the country, and it is necessary to report them to you."

The old butler kept his head bowed, speaking respectfully and cautiously.

The nobleman merely poked his head out from under the covers, looked at the thinly dressed butler, and frowned as he said:

"Speak quickly."

"Yes, yes... Master, for some reason, it's been snowing like never before in the country these past few days..."

"Stop, do you need to tell me that? I'm not blind, otherwise do you think I'd still be in bed?"

"Are there a few other important things?"

"Speak up, or I'll kick you out!"

The nobleman spoke with a hint of impatience, and gave a reprimand.

The old butler trembled and lowered his head even further.

"Master, this heavy snow is strange. Now almost all the noble lords in the territory are so cold that they can't go out, but the slaves are acting like nothing's wrong, jumping around in the snow."

"And... recently an ice and snow church has appeared, and the slaves and commoners have all become ice believers. I heard that only by becoming ice believers can one survive this calamity..."

The nobleman was quite dismissive when he heard this; he was a high-ranking nobleman in the Kingdom of Falmus, and an earl in his territory.

This must be a play orchestrated by a nobleman in collusion with a demon, all for the purpose of acquiring the large number of slaves he controls.

Not long ago, a black demon descended from the sky and almost wiped out all the nobles who had participated in the holy war, with only a small number surviving.

He was one of those few people; for nobles, self-interest always triumphs over fear.

So he used the gold coins in his possession to buy a large number of weapons, instigated chaos in the country, and illegally occupied a large amount of territory.

Once he's in that position, everything will be legal, and who cares about the lives of those slaves living in misery?

"Hehehe....."

Thinking about this, the nobleman couldn't help but imagine the future.

"But...my lord...this..."

The butler wanted to remind him of something, but he interrupted him abruptly.

"Hmph, let's ignore this. They're just some starving slaves; what trouble can they cause?"

"You can get out now!"

"Yes...yes...sir."

The old butler shakily left the room, never daring to lift his head.

"Hiss... This damn weather, why is it so cold?"

The nobleman hid back under the thick blankets, panting heavily.

But no matter what he did, he couldn't get any warmth. It was as if he had fallen into an ice cave, surrounded by ice blocks that exuded coldness.

The nobleman's face had turned purple from the cold, and he could almost hear people talking.

"Rimuru... I wasn't wrong. There are always many filthy worms living in this world, greedily draining human blood even until death."

"Yes, I saw it...and I heard it..."

Rimuru fell silent.

He originally thought that as long as these nobles supported the leader elected by the Demon City, their sins would be forgiven.

But it seems he was wrong.

Keeping these people around is a scourge and a cancer to the Demon City; one day, we might stab them in the back.

After all, they are disgusting worms, insatiable opportunists.

It seems that Guransta was right; to truly change this country, a new faith must be established.

At this time,

"Who? Who's talking in my room?"

Upon hearing the noise, the nobleman immediately jumped out of bed and saw two more figures in the room. He pointed angrily and shouted:

"Who gave you permission to break into my room? You lowly people, do you even know what crime this is?"

Hearing the nobleman's angry curses, Gransta and Rimuru exchanged a curious glance.

What is the crime of angering a nobleman?

"I don't know, but I'm curious."

Gulansta shrugged, clearly quite casual.

"you...."

The nobleman sneered. He had just pressed a button, and the castle's guard knights would arrive in less than a minute.

"What crime? Offending a nobleman, which means hanging, or perhaps... being burned at the stake."

"I see." Gransta looked at the nobleman in front of him and nodded meaningfully.

"That sounds terrifying."

Rimuru made a scared look, as if he was frightened.

"Now you know fear."

The nobleman sneered, already considering how to deal with the two men.

"I want to ask you a question?"

Suddenly, Rimuru stopped pretending, and his expression returned to normal, becoming serious.

"Um...you go ahead."

The nobleman was startled. The subtle, yet powerful aura emanating from Rimuru made him blurt out the words.

"I remember you participated in that holy war against the Great Forest of Jura before, and your hands were stained with the blood of many monsters."

"Have you ever thought about why you're still alive?"

This nobleman recalled the previous holy war against the demon kingdom, in which he had dispatched a considerable number of troops, originally intending to gain a share of the spoils...

"Hmph, if it weren't for that foolish king, we wouldn't have been unable to deal with the monsters. If I were in command, those damned monsters would have been wiped out long ago."

Upon hearing this, Rimuru's face turned completely cold.

His aura began to change, becoming increasingly oppressive, and his eyes burned with suppressed rage.

The nobleman before him seemed to realize that something was wrong, and said in a trembling voice:

"Damn it, where are my guards? Why haven't they shown up yet?"

"Um... I'm sorry, I accidentally froze them into ice sculptures just now."

At that moment, Gransta spoke, snapping his fingers.

click-

The door to the room opened, revealing a dense array of exquisite ice sculptures outside, while lingering fear remained on their faces.

Upon witnessing this horrifying scene, the nobleman couldn't help but take a few steps back, bumping into the desk behind him.

With a "crack," the exquisite ornament on the table fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.

He suppressed his fear and said in a trembling voice:

"You are in cahoots with the previous Black Demon."

"He is...my subordinate."

"you?"

The nobleman's knees buckled, and he collapsed to the ground.

Rimuru, with a cold expression, took a few steps forward and looked down at the person on the ground.

"You said... what was the crime of offending a nobleman again? Right now... I'm furious."

"What should I do with you...?"