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

Laplace's mind raced as he tried to figure out the origin of the elf before him.

Although his murderous intent was strong, Laplace wasn't without brains.

But apart from a few demon lords, who else would know so much about the members of their Mediocre Clown Gang, and even know about the demon lord Lazarim?

The Mediocre Clowns never liked to stand in the spotlight, but rather hid behind the scenes, quietly plotting to achieve their goals.

"Very few people should know us, but the person in front of me..."

Although he went through all the Demon Kings and their subordinates in his memory, none of their skills or auras matched.

"Tsk tsk, your guild master, Demon Lord Lazarim, has been missing for two hundred years, yet you've suddenly become so active again?"

"It's hard not to suspect that you might be serving some being, but who could possibly be ordering you around?"

"Could it be... because of your student council president?"

Gulansta didn't care how ugly Laplace's face was; he kept staring at him, as if trying to figure something out.

Upon hearing this, Laplace quickly suppressed his murderous intent, becoming extremely nervous, and his expression returned to that of a clown mask.

"Oh dear, what's going on? Why is it so hot..."

Laplace immediately averted his gaze from Granstas, fanning himself incessantly, unable to conceal his guilty conscience.

Um, it's still snowing here, how can it be hot?

Laplace appeared calm on the surface, but was inwardly very nervous. He felt that if he let the elf continue talking, things might get complicated...

This person is terrifying; he's incredibly strong, but Laplace doesn't seem to be using his full power yet.

The key is that he has zero information about this person, yet those icy blue pupils seem to be able to see through the secrets in his heart.

"Heh, Laplace, this clown mask suits you quite well."

Granstadt watched as Laplace pretended to be stupid in front of him, but he just smiled and didn't expose him.

"You're right. If you find me annoying, I can just disappear from your sight!"

Laplace said with a smile, but what he was thinking in his heart was something else entirely.

"The plan has changed! I have to hurry back and report to that person. It seems that the person in front of me is doomed according to the original plan. I have to call my companions and retreat."

Granstas looked at Laplace with a detached gaze, without saying a word.

He kept pondering whether or not to let the person go, but if he completely offended the Moderate Clown Gang, Rimuru and the newly built town might not be able to withstand their retaliation.

The purpose of my personal visit was to warn those behind the scenes, and Laplace is involved with more than just one demon lord, but also that...

Gransta's magic gradually receded, his control so strong that not a single trace of magic was leaked.

"Phew~"

Laplace finally breathed a sigh of relief, having just relaxed a little, but when he heard Granstas say something indifferently, his hair stood on end again.

"You think you can just leave like that? If you manage to escape after this move..."

"Remember to tell Creon not to get too involved."

"Sir, this is so sudden! Can I refuse...?"

Laplace had a sour look on his face.

Gransta looked at Laplace with a kind expression and slowly drew his Ice Ghost Longsword.

"You still have a chance to escape before I make my move..."

Upon hearing this, Laplace immediately threw something to the ground.

"Bang!"

Red smoke immediately filled the area, and Laplace's figure gradually turned into a shadow and disappeared into the distance.

According to Gransta's magical perception and heat source detection, the shadow moved incredibly fast, disappearing over a hundred meters in the blink of an eye.

"snort!"

Granstas snorted coldly and swung his Ice Ghost Longsword toward the locked position.

"【Ice Crack Cutting】"

The surrounding space seemed to be torn apart, and a powerful slash turned into a flash of blue light and disappeared.

Time became silent.

With a "sizzle" sound

It seemed as if blood was splattering, but the shadow continued to move away in one direction without slowing down.

Cangying had been using magic to lock onto the clown demon, but once the smoke from the explosion cleared, the target was lost.

He also saw the sword strike that Lord Gransta had unleashed; blood seeped out from where the blue light flashed, visible only to Soukei through his eyesight.

So he used his Shadow Movement skill to get to that location, quickly looked around, and picked up something from the ground.

Cangying's figure blurred and disappeared, then reappeared beside Gransta, holding a bloody arm in his hand.

"Lord Gransta, he..."

Gransta glanced briefly at the arm in Cangying's hand, then looked away.

"Cang Ying, this person is not easy to kill, and he has a lot of connections behind him. Killing him won't do us much good..."

Gransta didn't say anything more, but shrunk his body and transformed into a cute little boy.

It flew onto Cangying's shoulder.

"Let's go back and see how Rimuru's pre-battle preparations are going."

Cangying simply tossed the arm aside. Hearing Lord Gransta's explanation, he didn't say anything more. His stern and cold face was filled with the idea that everything was based on the Lord's will.

"Yes, sir."

Cangying's figure gradually blended into the darkness, disappearing with the little sprite on his shoulder.

...

A fat demon wearing an angry clown mask stood on a high place, looking down at the surging army of pig-headed people below.

They marched relentlessly toward one place, devouring every monster that stood in their way.

"Hehe, yes, yes, let's just devour everything in our path and ravage everything in the Jura Forest!"

"I can feel the intense anger rising around me, hahaha."

The Angry Masked Clown Demon hadn't been gloating for long when his body suddenly jolted.

A weak, urgent voice echoed in my mind.

[Formant, the plans have changed! Don't stay there, get back to the castle! Hurry!]

Fordman's expression changed several times, gradually becoming one of surprise and uncertainty.

"What happened to Laplace? Why did he say the plan has changed? We need to retreat immediately?"

After thinking for a while with his head down, out of trust for this leader in the Mediocre Clown Gang, he glanced at the still-marching army of pig heads.

Magic surged within him, forming a magical teleportation hole beneath his feet, and he quickly disappeared into it.

But it seems like...?

Because those two unscrupulous demons left in such a hurry that they didn't even inform Krumit, who was still in the forest.

so....