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

Upon hearing what Elder Bai said, the lizard leader could only silently suppress his dissatisfaction.

As a leader, he knew that in this world, might makes right, and the first rule of survival in the forest was the law of the jungle: the strong prey on the weak!

Seeing that the lizardman leader had remained silent, Rimuru realized that he had tacitly agreed and decided to express his stance.

"I am willing to bear all the sins of the Pig-Headed Clan. If you have any complaints, you can tell me."

The boar-headed general, who had been looking lifeless while awaiting trial, raised his head in disbelief and looked at Rimuru.

"Wait, these are the crimes we committed, how can we let the adults do this?"

The pig-headed tribe, unaffected by the starvation effect, remained quite simple and honest, quickly standing up to indicate that they dared not allow the adults to do such a thing.

Rimuru is quite straightforward.

"This is a promise I made with Demon King Krut, so you shouldn't feel guilty."

Upon hearing this, the pig-headed generals all showed a dejected expression and fell silent.

Did their king go to such lengths for them?

At this moment, everyone fell into a surprising silence, especially after Rimuru's comment.

"If you have any complaints, you can tell me."

No one dared to have any complaints, for they hadn't seen the terrifying gaze of Shion scrutinizing them from behind Lord Rimuru.

There were only two people present who had the right to express their dissatisfaction: Torene and the lizard tribe leader.

Torene made her stance clear as soon as she appeared, and so far she has been acting like a mere observer at the meeting.

Meanwhile, the lizard leader also fell into deep thought.

After a moment, he finally spoke.

"Actually, I have no objection to Lord Rimuru's decision."

The lizardman leader looked at Rimuru and then at Lord Gransta beside him.

"There's one thing I want to be sure of no matter what."

Rimuru glanced indifferently at the lizardman leader.

"Oh, is there something you're wondering about? Please ask."

The lizard leader knew that his actions were somewhat impolite to the powerful Rimuru.

However, he did not question Rimuru's meaning; as the head of the clan, he had a duty to consider the clan's interests.

"What are you going to do with these 120,000 pig heads?"

"Does not intend to punish them mean Rimuru plans to take in all the rest of them?"

Rimuru also fell silent.

Even though the number of these pig-headed people has decreased, there are still as many as 120,000 of them. How could their village possibly take in so many people?

The biggest problem right now is the food consumption of these 120,000 pig-headed people.

Fortunately, I had discussed it with Gransta beforehand, and it was time to put forward my own ideas.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this may sound a bit unbelievable, but I hope you can help me."

Upon hearing this, the lizard leader realized that Lord Rimuru already had his own ideas, and perhaps it was worth listening to.

"What does Lord Rimuru mean?"

Rimuru cleared his throat and slowly uttered a soft voice.

"My idea is for all the races of our Jura Great Forest to unite, and ideally, to form a great alliance."

Everyone except Granstad was shocked by this grand idea.

"Lord Rimuru, you have such thoughts because..."

The lizard leader looked into Rimuru's eyes and didn't seem to be talking nonsense.

"That's right, if that's the case, the lizardmen will provide freshwater and fish. The goblins will provide shelter."

"In contrast, by having the pig-headed tribe provide labor, we only need to help them overcome the initial food problem, and afterwards they can simply become self-reliant..."

The lizard leader, having recovered, spoke to Rimuru.

"Lord Rimuru, are you going to accept the orcs into the Great Forest of Jura?"

"That's right."

Rimuru's idea was this: he couldn't just leave these 120,000 orcs unattended. Perhaps by gathering the strength of all the races, he could solve these problems and realize his own ideas.

It has to be said that Rimuru's idea is incredibly audacious.

Finally, seeing that the meeting had dragged on for so long without any resolution, Gransta couldn't help but speak up.

"I think Rimuru's suggestion is feasible."

"Why not just establish a nation where all races can coexist in the Jura Forest?"

"A free nation made up of us monsters!"

After Gulansta finished speaking, the entire venue fell silent for a moment.

Rimuru looked at Gransta in surprise. Wasn't this guy usually someone who didn't like to get involved in these kinds of things?

But is it really okay to say it so bluntly and without question? Won't they feel rebellious?

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A sudden clap of hands rang out, and an unexpected green figure stood up.

"I think Lord Gransta is right. If we are to accept these pig-headed people, perhaps establishing a country would be a good option."

Torene stood up and spoke. She expressed her strong agreement with Lord Gransta's idea.

"Since it's the forest ranger who's spoken, I agree."

The others exchanged glances and nodded in agreement.

Rimuru was dumbfounded.

Goodness, I spent ages arguing and everyone was still hesitating, but Gransta just spoke so directly and everyone agreed.

Granstadt's tyranny is that effective.

In fact, Rimuru's personality is too indecisive. In the world of monsters, everything is based on the strong, and obeying the strong is their survival rule.

Even if Rimuru were a little more assertive and less polite, Gransta might not have needed to say a word.

The happiest of all had to be Pighead. They had invaded the Jura Forest just to survive, and now they had actually succeeded. They had to thank these two adults.

"Can we also become a part of the Jhula Great Forest? Thank you so much!"

The simple-minded pig-headed generals knelt before the two officials, tears streaming down their faces, and kowtowed heavily to the ground.

It made a loud thud as it hit the ground.

Rimuru was also extremely ashamed when he saw their actions.

"Ahem, you should all get up."

"From now on, you're considered part of the Jura Forest. Remember, don't slack off when you're asked to do chores!"

The pig-headed generals patted their chests and assured them.

"We will definitely work hard and will never slack off."

They have great potential as slave traders.

"Okay, we'll take care of your food for now."

At that moment, Torene stepped forward with a smile.

"Our tree spirit clan also provides some forest fruits to alleviate the pressure of food shortages."

"Thank you so much, Miss Torene."

The meeting has reached this point.

Torene also suggested that a leader should be elected for the Great Forest of Jura.

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(King Gazel is about to descend upon the Great Forest of Jura, and the second battle with Gransta is about to begin! Oh! And that little Elf King is on his way too!)