The soft morning sun bathed Nyvaris in a golden glow, the air fresh with the scent of dew and blooming sakura trees planted along the boulevards. The city buzzed gently with life as its people began their daily routines.
Rimuru, in a flowing white and silver robe, his new Draconis crest shining proudly on his chest, stood in front of the grand gates of the palace, waiting with a warm smile.
Behind him stood Benimaru in formal military attire, Shuna holding a scroll of records, Shion in a sharp suit with her sword strapped boldly to her back, and Souei, as silent as ever, already blending into the shadows with a nod of readiness. Ranga lay at Rimuru's feet, tail thumping against the marble floor.
From the palace entrance, the three Primordial Demons approached with elegance and curiosity.
Testarossa wore an elegant dark-red uniform with gold accents, her long silver hair tied in a dignified ponytail. Ultima bounced beside her in a lavender dress with a black corset, twirling her twin tails excitedly. Carrera brought up the rear, arms crossed, dressed in a tight, combat-style outfit with black and electric-blue lines running through the fabric.
Rimuru smiled and gestured grandly. "Welcome to Nyvaris. Today's your official tour—and a sneak peek of your future roles."
Ultima squealed. "I've been waiting for this all night! Can we start with something explosive?"
Carrera smirked. "Let's start with everything. I want to know exactly where I'll be blowing things up... responsibly."
Testarossa chuckled, adjusting her gloves. "Let's proceed. I'm sure this city is full of surprises."
They began their walk, guided by Rimuru and accompanied by the others. The group moved through pristine streets paved with polished obsidian and white stone, reflecting the light like mirrors.
As they walked, Rimuru narrated, "Nyvaris is divided into several key districts. First, we have the Administrative Core—our palace, council chambers, and main governing buildings. That's where you'll have your offices, by the way."
Shuna opened a scroll and added, "Each Primordial will manage different aspects. Testarossa, you'll oversee international relations and law enforcement policies.
Ultima you're going to oversee education and research. Magic institutes. Scientific development. Libraries. Even youth training programs."
Carrera, military and defense."
"Sounds fun," Carrera muttered.
They passed into a district still under light construction.
"This," Rimuru gestured, "will be the Noble Quarter. Reserved for high-ranking leaders, envoys, and nobles who pledge themselves to Nyvaris. It includes private mansions, a diplomatic hall, and gardens with magical wards."
Benimaru added, "They'll be under constant surveillance and must adhere to Nyvaris' code of conduct. No exception."
Shion cracked her knuckles. "I'll personally throw out anyone who misbehaves."
Souei, half-visible in the shade of a pillar, muttered, "I've already set up surveillance points across the rooftops."
Rimuru nodded. "Next—education." They entered a plaza where towering crystal-and-stone buildings gleamed in the sunlight.
"This will be our Scholars' Ring. Schools, libraries, magical institutes, and training grounds for intellectuals. We'll educate not only our own, but anyone who wants to study magic, politics, warfare, or science."
Testarossa's eyes sparkled with interest. "A neutral city with an academic backbone. I like it."
As they rounded a corner, children's laughter filled the air.
Rimuru paused and smiled.
Ahead, under a cherry blossom tree, Shizu sat on a bench with Chloe resting her head on her lap, while Kenya and Ryota played a game of tag, Gale sketched the scene, and Alice practiced dancing moves in the sun.
Rimuru walked over. "Morning, Shizu."
She smiled softly, though her eyes held concern. "Rimuru. The kids… about their unstable magicules?."
Before Shizu could worry, he gently placed a hand on her shoulder. "Don't worry. Varvatos already took care of that."
Shizu blinked in surprise. "He did?"
"He altered their very existence to stabilize their timelines and bodies. They're safe now… and they'll live normal lives."
Tears welled up in her eyes. "Thank you, Rimuru… and Varvatos…"
Ultima knelt beside Alice, watching her dance. "You're so light on your feet. You'd make a great assassin."
"Ultima!" Rimuru hissed.
Carrera laughed out loud. "You'll give the poor kid a heart attack."
They waved goodbye and continued toward the Public District, where inns, taverns, housing blocks, and markets were forming.
Shuna explained, "This area will house anyone who wishes to live here permanently. But we're implementing rules: a Permit of Entry for all outsiders, with time-limited access."
"And those who wish to stay?" Testarossa inquired.
Rimuru turned serious. "They'll need to meet our criteria. Background checks, allegiance oaths, community integration. No freeloaders. No threats."
Ranga growled approvingly.
The next stop was the Blacksmith's Quarter, where smoke rose from tall chimneys.
Inside, Kaijin was hammering at a blazing forge. "Rimuru sama! Just finished the prototype armor for the new Nyvaris guard!"
Testarossa inspected the armor. "It's light, reinforced, and aesthetically sharp. Impressive."
Kaijin grinned. "Only the best for our Supreme King."
Outside, they reached the Training Grounds, where Gobta, now wearing a dark-blue captain's jacket, was yelling commands.
"Get down and give me 100 push-ups! We are Nyvaris Police Corps! I want to see sweat, blood, and discipline!"
Carrera laughed so hard she bent over. "Gobta is training an army?!"
Rimuru sighed. "He's… surprisingly effective. Don't underestimate him."
Benimaru nodded. "He's turned this unit into a competent police force. They respond to emergencies faster than anyone."
With the full tour concluded, the Primordials stood at the top of a balcony in the palace, overlooking the entire city. The sun was now at its peak, casting long shadows across the golden roofs and crystal towers.
Testarossa placed a hand on her chest. "This city… this dream… I'll protect it with everything I have."
Ultima clutched Rimuru's arm. "Me too! I'll make Nyvaris the most feared—and loved—city in the world!"
Carrera smirked, resting her hand on her weapon. "Let anyone try to mess with it. They'll find out what happens when you play with fire."
Suddenly—
"Darling!" came two harmonious voices from down the boulevard.
Varvatos was walking leisurely, one hand held by Velzard in a snow-blue dress, the other by Elmesia in a flowing purple gown. The three strolled like they were in a romantic painting.
They turned into a small café, waiters bowing and scrambling to serve them. Tea, croissants, and fresh fruit appeared on golden trays.
"They're on their third date today," Shion whispered.
"Breakfast, lunch, and probably dinner," Hakuro added with a chuckle.
Rimuru watched them, smiling, as a sense of peace washed over him.
Later that night....
In the heart of Nyvaris, beneath the luminous sky enchanted to reflect the eternal cycle of stars, the Grand Nexus Chamber shimmered with boundless divine magic. Walls of glacial crystal and pillars of celestial silver framed the round council table, its runes softly pulsing like the heartbeat of the land itself.
At the highest seat of the table sat Varvatos, The Supreme One—origin and architect of dominion. With eyes older than creation and power deeper than the abyss, his presence alone quieted even the winds within the chamber. Draped in regal void-silver and crowned with divine authority, Varvatos was the reason nations bent the knee and stars altered course.
To his immediate right sat Rimuru, the newly ascended King of Nyvaris, in robes tailored with essence-thread and royal twilight. The crown upon his brow glowed softly—not forged of gold, but of purpose. This meeting would determine the course of empires.
Arrayed around the table were the highest authorities of Nyvaris:
Velzard, the Ice Empress, her gaze as sharp as the frost that wrapped the skies.
Elmesia, noble and calculating, with scrolls tucked beneath her arm.
Testarossa, seated with poise, quill hovering as if she were already drafting world-shaping policies.
Ultima, relaxed yet attentive, fingers absently tracing magical patterns on the table.
Carrera, barely holding back her irritation at delays, impatient for action.
Benimaru, composed, alert, a general who thought like a statesman.
Diablo, elegance veiled in shadow, his smile unreadable.
Shion, standing protectively behind Rimuru, arms crossed.
Shuna, ever serene, preparing ceremonial tea at her side table.
Shizu, observant and quiet, a pillar of emotional clarity.
Gobta, unusually serious today, not daring to speak.
Souei, invisible in plain sight.
Hakuro, aged but sharp, eyes always studying.
The magical sigil in the center of the table glowed softly. The meeting began.
Varvatos spoke first, his voice a calm tide of command.
"The world has seen Nyvaris. Since the festival, since its unveiling… they now see the seat of power. And they hunger."
Rimuru leaned forward. "They want in. But the gates of Nyvaris weren't built to swing open for everyone."
Testarossa nodded, her voice steady. "They may try many things—diplomacy, manipulation, bribery… even infiltration. But the barrier stands."
Benimaru added, "The barrier won't allow anyone with ill intent to even approach, let alone enter. No spy will pass. Not even one cloaked by divine magic."
Carrera snorted. "Let them try. They'll evaporate at the border."
Shuna smiled faintly. "Still, it would be wise to prepare for how we respond—not just how we defend."
Elmesia placed a document on the table. "Currently, only Dwargon holds an official alliance with us. And that's precisely why the other nations are pressuring Gazel."
Varvatos chuckled lightly, a low rumble that silenced the room.
"He complains often. That they swarm him like flies. Kings and emperors asking him for favors, hoping he can convince me to grant them an audience."
Rimuru glanced at Varvatos with interest. "So… what do we do first?"
Varvatos turned to him, golden eyes steady.
"First, we let the world know: You are King. Rimuru Tempest, ruler of Nyvaris. The title must no longer be whispered—it must thunder across continents."
Testarossa dipped her head. "A global announcement then. One that cannot be ignored. I will prepare a proclamation—one that reaches the cardinal corners of the world."
Varvatos nodded. "When the world accepts your crown, we'll begin the second step."
Velzard raised an eyebrow. "And that is?"
Varvatos lifted a hand, and a shimmering portal appeared above the table—an image of Gazel Dwargo, seated in his own council chamber, looking exhausted as he read a mountain of letters.
"We summon Gazel. He is our bridge. Through him, we will listen—not to the pleas of the world, but to his judgment on who is worth our time."
Rimuru gave a faint smile. "He's going to be relieved he doesn't have to play messenger for long."
Diablo chuckled. "And those who begged him for passage shall know their time has not yet come."
Elmesia's voice was thoughtful. "We should expect political maneuvering once your crown becomes public. But with Gazel's insight and our own clarity, we can shape the diplomatic front carefully."
Shion leaned toward Rimuru. "Do you want me to personally oversee the outer barrier rotation?
Just in case someone tries something stupid?"
Rimuru shook his head. "No need. Let the barrier handle it. Our job is to send a message—loud, clear, and calm."
Varvatos stood then, and the chamber grew silent.
"Let the world watch. Let them wonder. Let them tremble. But let them know—Nyvaris is not to be courted through flattery or bribes. It must be earned."
He turned to Rimuru once more.
"Your first audience will be with Gazel. From there, the road ahead will form—you will decide whom we face, and whom we ignore."
Rimuru rose, meeting his creator's gaze.
"I'll wear the crown, Varvatos. And I'll wear it proudly. For Nyvaris."