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

"Body repair complete!"

After the notification sounded in Gransta's mind, the surging magic gradually calmed down and eventually returned to its original form.

Only under these conditions can Gransta unleash its full power!

"Gransta? Holy crap, you've got some nerve! How dare you beat up their king in front of all those dwarves?"

Rimuru was so surprised his jaw almost dropped to the ground. He never dreamed that Gransta would actually clash with King Gazel.

"Hehe, Rimuru, you've come at just the right time! Come on, let's take care of him together!"

"Hmph! The advantage is in my favor, even if it's two against one."

Gransta crossed his arms and looked at Gazel with a provocative gaze, seemingly not taking him seriously at all.

He pondered this to himself.

"Hmph, I refuse to believe that the two of us combined can't beat him alone!"

"Uh... well, I actually came to break up the fight..."

Rimuru was speechless for a moment, but he still leaped onto Gransta's shoulder and watched Gazel with him.

Gazel's expression instantly turned somewhat ugly, and he silently thought to himself.

"Have you no shame at all? Calling in backup!"

To be honest, he already found Granstas quite difficult to deal with. If another slime with such terrifying magic were to appear, he might very well fail.

Meanwhile, his people below were watching the battle. If he lost, his prestige would suffer a severe blow, something Gazel absolutely did not want to see.

Just then, a deafening sound rang out.

"Your Majesty, we are too late!"

A herd of winged horses, blotting out the sky, galloped in from afar, their speed as swift as lightning. The entire formation was perfectly synchronized, clearly a well-trained and formidable army.

This is none other than King Gazel's strongest direct legion—the Flying Knights!

Gransta sensed through his magic that over a hundred dwarves with B-rank strength were coming to provide support, riding formidable winged dragons.

And the top dozen or so are actually A-level experts! This is really quite troublesome!

Gransta was initially quite happy, but upon seeing the opponent's formidable lineup, his mood instantly turned somber.

Rimuru, especially, who was standing on Gransta's shoulder, had turned pale with fright and kept using [Consciousness Communication] to send messages to Gransta.

"It's over! It's over! All of this country's fighting force has come! We have to run, Gransta!"

However, Gransta didn't take Rimuru's words seriously.

Running away? That's not his style!

"Haha, Gransta, what did you just say? Two against one?"

(Are you okay?) ⌓‿⌓

Gazel laughed heartily and teased Gransta, then put down his weapon.

A dozen or so dwarves with A-level strength came up behind their king and stood in a row.

"If you're going to fight, then fight! Stop talking nonsense!"

Gulansta's face remained calm, as if he didn't take these hundred-odd people seriously at all.

Rimuru slowly turned his head with difficulty, looking at Granstas's cold and handsome face, his expression seemingly saying something.

(Holy crap! Elf brother! Did you even consider that I'm still on your shoulder?! ૮ ºﻌºა)

"Haha, there's no point in continuing this fight now! Gransta, are you really not going to consider the promise I made before?"

Gazel even put away the weapon he was holding tightly, clearly indicating that he had no intention of continuing to fight.

Nevertheless, he still held a glimmer of hope and tried to persuade Granstadt to join his side.

After all, they have always maintained a close alliance with the Elven race, and if they can successfully recruit a powerful being like Gransta, it will undoubtedly bring them a huge advantage.

"King of Heroes."

Gransta gently shook his head and said.

"I still prefer the Jura Forest. I don't really like living under your ideal of absolute justice."

"Sigh, I knew this would be the result."

Gazel shook his head with a look of regret. You see, for a king to invite the same person twice in a row was already the greatest sincerity he could show.

"Hey! Gransta won't follow you. We've already decided to build a 'big family' together."

Rimuru finally understood. It turned out that Gazel was after Gransta, and he even said it so bluntly in front of him, the nominal leader.

This is practically poaching! The little slime, driven by pride, can't stand it.

"Oh, so you mean you're planning to establish a country? That's interesting! A country entirely built by monsters?"

Upon hearing Rimuru's words, Gazel's eyes flashed with surprise, but he quickly regained his composure and directly expressed his doubts to Rimuru and the others.

"Yeah...right, so what!"

Rimuru was clearly not quite there yet, and hurriedly replied in a flustered manner.

"If that's really the case..."

Gazel's eyes once again revealed a thoughtful expression, and Gransta knew very well what Gazel was thinking about.

"Gazelle, I know what you're worried about."

"What we want to build is a peaceful and neutral country that will not pose a threat to neighboring countries."

Granstad interrupted Gazel's mental calculations and made this promise to him.

Do you want to know how he got the title of King of Heroes?

That was achieved through years of war, crushing one evil monster after another, and through ruthless means. The people under its rule believed in the absolute ideals of justice.

In this world, monsters are defined by their strength, but more importantly, they bring danger and evil.

"Hmph! How can I believe you're not an evil organization when you're a nation made up of monsters? But for the sake of your elven race, I'll believe you this once."

"However, on the day you truly establish your nation, I will personally visit you. Gransta hopes that you will be stronger by then, otherwise..."

The opposing army, in sync with their king's words, exuded an astonishing aura of deadly intent.

Gransta wouldn't be intimidated. What good would a large number of people do? He would simply bring the twelve Demon Kings to Gazel and see if he would still dare to speak like that.

"Gazelle, see you then!"

"Rimuru Ranga, let's go back!"

Gransta knew there was no need to linger, and King Gazel did not stop him this time.

But then the dwarf beside him came to his side.

"My lord, are you really going to let these two terrifying monsters leave? We await your command at any time..."

King Gazel abruptly interrupted the dwarf captain with a wave of his hand, his dark eyes fixed on the retreating figures of Gransta and his companions, his thoughts unreadable...