The dawn was painted in soft shades of gold and violet as the gates of Nyvaris stood open—not just physically, but symbolically. Along the stone-paved royal road lined with polished jade lanterns and blooming spiritvine trees, the sounds of drums echoed in harmonious rhythm. It was a sound not of war, but of welcome.
The capital, once a mysterious forest enclave, now stood as a proud fusion of nature and civilization—elegant archways overgrown with luminous flora, bridges carved from silverwood and soulglass, clear streams flowing beside sleek walkways, and birdsong echoing in orchestral tones.
The people of Nyvaris—beastmen, humans, elves, demons, monsters—lined the roads respectfully, not cheering, but watching with admiration. The air shimmered subtly from the protective magical barrier overhead, woven with both divine and demonic essence, designed by Varvatos and Rimuru themselves.
Siltrosso Delegation
First to arrive was Archsage Amarineth, gliding within a magical carriage shaped like a crescent moon. Her guards were mages robed in midnight blue, each bearing the sigils of their order.
As the carriage passed the gates and into the heart of Nyvaris, Amarineth's third eye opened wide.
"So much has changed… The leyline density… the very pulse of the land…"
One of her advisors leaned forward in awe. "It's like magic itself breathes easier here."
The carriage passed beneath a skybridge of glowing stone vines.
"And I feel it," Amarineth said quietly. "Someone with true mastery now rules this city."
Filtwood Delegation
Next came King Roderick Greengale, riding atop a large moss-covered drake, its scales shimmering in morning dew. His entourage of knights and druids followed behind, their armor adorned with natural motifs of leaves and roots.
As they approached the southern hill, the full grandeur of the central citadel came into view—a vast structure carved directly into the mountain, rising like a spiral of stone, glass, and living wood.
King Roderick sat back, eyes wide.
"By the green goddess... this place was nothing like this during the festival."
His daughter, riding beside him, stared in awe.
"Papa, it's like the trees wanted to become buildings."
He chuckled. "No child. Someone made the forest listen."
Raja Delegation
Last came Queen Marina Solare, riding a floating platform of pure water, her guards riding serpentine sea-dragons that glided through the air as if they were in ocean currents. Mist followed their path, shimmering like diamonds in the sunlight.
The people of Nyvaris gazed in silent wonder.
Queen Marina tilted her head as they passed a group of spirit wolves lined in formation. At their head stood Ranga, who bowed deeply, his eyes calm but alert.
"They trained even their beasts in etiquette," Marina whispered with a smile.
One of her mages bowed to her. "Your Majesty… the mana concentration here rivals the Sacred Spring of Raja."
"Then this summit might truly matter," she said.
At the gates of the central citadel, a welcoming procession awaited—Rimuru, dressed in white and deep azure robes marked with swirling silver threads, stood tall beside Varvatos, Velzard, and Elmesia, all radiating quiet authority.
Beside them stood the elite: Diablo, Benimaru, Shuna, Shion, Souei, Carrera, Ultima, and Testarossa—each in ceremonial attire, standing like celestial sentinels. Veldora leaned coolly on a pillar nearby, waving slightly at passing onlookers.
As the delegations arrived, Rimuru stepped forward with a confident yet friendly smile.
"Welcome to Nyvaris. I am Rimuru Tempest, its king."
Queen Marina stepped forward and bowed slightly. "We are honored. You've transformed this place into something remarkable."
King Roderick nodded with arms crossed. "Didn't think you'd pull off such a marvel, Rimuru. But this… this is something even the old gods would pause to admire."
Amarineth raised her staff. "The land breathes under your rule, King Rimuru. That is rare."
Rimuru smiled, chuckling softly. "That means a lot coming from you all. Shall we proceed?"
The inner hall was breathtaking—constructed in a great circle, its ceiling a dome made of translucent gemstone with a magically projected sky. The floor was a mosaic map of the world, surrounded by a circular table of obsidian and enchanted crystal.
Chairs arranged perfectly, tea and wine prepared—Shuna's touch present in every detail. Shion stood by like a vigilant guardian, while Gobta peeked from behind a column, nudging Ranga.
The delegates took their seats slowly, gazes still moving across the beauty around them.
"This is more than a meeting," Amarineth murmured. "It's history being carved."
As everyone settled, Rimuru stepped forward, glancing at Varvatos, who gave a nod.
"This summit marks a new beginning. Nyvaris has long been silent… but no more. We're ready to open our hearts—and our borders."
Gasps echoed faintly through the chamber.
Rimuru continued. "We want friendship. Trade. Shared knowledge. But also… understanding."
He paused.
"And that's why I'm grateful you're all here. To witness that change with your own eyes."
As Rimuru sat down and the summit officially began, a sense of gravity settled over the room. The three nations—Raja, Siltrosso, and Filtwood—had seen more than elegance. They'd seen power, unity, and purpose.
The light filtering through the enchanted gem-glass dome bathed the room in a soft, shifting glow, casting rainbow hues across the mosaic map beneath their feet. The leaders were seated in a wide circle, each throne-like chair customized to match the culture of its guest—engraved roots for King Roderick, cascading waves for Queen Marina, and a silver starmetal design for Archsage Amarineth.
Rimuru stood at the center of the circle, his aura calm but magnetic.
Rimuru (smiling):
"I thank you all once again for honoring our invitation. Nyvaris was once an isolated land, held back by shadows of the past. But today… we're turning toward the light. Toward you. Toward the future."
He gestured behind him, and Benimaru, Diablo, Carrera, Ultima, Testarossa, and Shuna stood straight, silently exuding presence and readiness.
Rimuru:
"What we're building here isn't just a city or an alliance—it's a bridge. Between magic and science. Between mortals and immortals. Between races, ideologies… nations."
He turned toward the three delegates, eyes sharp with intent.
"But bridges are not built alone. That's why we need your help. Your trust. And your partnership."
A soft murmur passed among the envoys.
Rimuru:
"And I assure you—Nyvaris will prove worthy of it."
He stepped back with a bow, and applause rippled respectfully through the hall.
King Roderick of Filtwood stood next, his voice deep and gravelly.
Roderick:
"I remember Nyvaris as a shrouded grove, hard to navigate and even harder to understand. But what I see now is order. Vision. And a king who commands both fire and fairness."
He nodded toward Rimuru.
"Filtwood is open to discussions of trade—herbs, magical woods, enchanted beasts. But more importantly… people. Our people should meet yours."
Rimuru (nodding with warmth):
"And they will be welcomed like family."
Next, Queen Marina of Raja rose from her sea-mist throne.
Marina (graceful):
"We in Raja understand tides better than most. And I sense a new tide rising in this world—one you command, Rimuru."
"We're interested in exchanging water purification and healing magics, as well as cultural exchange. Our musicians, our seers… even some of our arcane engineers."
She smiled lightly.
"We'll consider opening our gates to you, if your people wish to visit the Sapphire Sanctum."
Rimuru (smiling back):
"It would be an honor. And I've heard your people make the best oceanic desserts in the world."
A soft laugh from the room broke some of the formal tension.
Lastly, Archsage Amarineth of Siltrosso stood, her third eye glowing faintly.
Amarineth:
"I must confess… I was skeptical. A city ruled by monsters and demons? It would've been a cause for alarm in the old days."
She paused, surveying the room, particularly Testarossa and Diablo, who bowed ever so slightly in acknowledgment.
"But now, I see beings with ancient might… serving a cause that is not conquest. But coexistence."
She extended a staff, etching a floating sigil of unity in the air.
"Siltrosso shall begin discussions on shared magical research, leyline channeling, and protective spells. And… perhaps, allow your scholars to visit our Starvault Library."
Rimuru (with a hint of surprise):
"Even Diablo would kill to get in there."
Diablo chuckled darkly behind him. "Not literally… unless permitted."
The room shared a small ripple of laughter.
After a brief interlude of refreshments—spiritfruit nectar, snowleaf tarts, and golden firecakes from Shuna's divine kitchen—the leaders gathered around a hovering projection of the continent. Benimaru and Souei presented potential trade routes, teleportation glyph circles, and diplomatic envoys.
Benimaru:
"We propose a network of magical travel gates connecting Nyvaris to your capitals. The runes and anchors will be shared, encrypted, and overseen by all nations involved."
Souei (cool and clear):
"With joint security. No nation shall claim dominance over the gates."
Amarineth:
"Siltrosso will contribute leyline stasis wards to prevent interception or tampering."
Shuna stepped forward with a soft smile, presenting a scroll of cultural exchange programs.
Shuna:
"Shared festivals, culinary exhibitions, scholar visits, and seasonal apprenticeships. Not just for nobles and warriors—but for farmers, artisans, and children."
King Roderick (with a chuckle):
"My daughter has already begged to spend a year here. And now… I might say yes."
Then came Carrera, Testarossa, and Ultima, each taking turns to speak about Nyvaris' arcane defense system.
Carrera:
"We've already constructed patrol enchantments that scan for void breaches, mind manipulation, and cursed items. We can extend that to your diplomats' convoys."
Ultima (cheerfully):
"Oh, and I'll be happy to personally inspect the security myself. We wouldn't want you being kidnapped by demons, now would we?" [She winked, half-joking.]
Testarossa (graceful, chilling):
"Rest assured, your safety is our priority. Nyvaris protects its friends with blood and soul."
A subtle shiver passed through the room—respect, and perhaps a little fear.
As the first day of the summit neared its end, a soft melody began playing from the hall's corners—spirit strings enchanted by Rimuru himself, tuned to the heartbeats of those present. The air shifted gently.
Varvatos stood, walking forward with quiet command.
Varvatos:
"What has begun today must not end here. A new alliance—one formed not of necessity, but choice—is rare. Yet I believe it's what this world needs."
He turned toward Rimuru, then back to the leaders.
"Let this not be a contract of ink… but of will."
The hall remained silent for a few seconds. Then, all three delegates stood.
Queen Marina:
"Let's make history then."
King Roderick:
"For once… I like the way the world is turning."
Archsage Amarineth:
"Let the stars bear witness."
As magical lanterns glowed to signal the end of the session, the leaders departed for the evening banquet, their minds racing, their spirits high.
Tomorrow, the contracts would be signed. But tonight… Nyvaris had already won their hearts.