Rimuru stood before her war council, the maps of the disintegrating Western Holy Church spread out.
The final, corrupt remnants of the administration had to be removed, and she was done playing defense.
"This must be surgical, not destructive,"
Rimuru stated, her gaze sharp.
"The world is watching. We are cleaning up the mess the humans made, and we must do it flawlessly."
Hinata's intelligence was precise: the corrupt leaders were sealed in a fortress near the border, protected by ancient divine seals. It was a perfect trap.
Arthur, ever the detached powerhouse, finally chose to intervene, not with a blast, but with a whisper of power.
He stepped away from the wall, his hands clasped behind his back, the effortless power of his Level 9 radiating a soft, steady hum.
"I can find them instantly,"
Arthur offered his tone casual, yet absolute.
"That 'divine seal' is just a complicated conceptual firewall. My Soul Magic is refined enough to read the location of any entity tied to a specific mental concept—like 'guilt' or 'corruption'—across the entire continent. And my Hyper Focus will lock the coordinates."
He closed his eyes. His power didn't surge; it simply integrated with the world's structure, reading the very sin woven into the dimensional fabric.
He opened his eyes, a flicker of cosmic knowledge in their depths.
"Coordinates logged."
Arthur tossed a small, intensely glowing energy bead to Shuna.
"That bead contains a Conceptual Marker. Hinata's forces use it to bypass the seals, pinpoint the target, and end this without any collateral damage. Consider it my farewell gift to your stability."
The joint operation was a swift, overwhelming success.
The corrupt leadership was neutralized, and the Church Civil War ended overnight.
The Jura Tempest Federation was stable, economically dominant, and politically secure. Rimuru had passed the ultimate test.
Rimuru found Arthur in her office moments later.
He wasn't leaving, but the air around him shimmered with faint, unstable dimensional energy—a silent admission of his impending departure.
"You're planning to leave soon, aren't you?"
Rimuru asked, the triumph of her political victory yielding to quiet concern.
Arthur looked up, a sigh escaping him.
"Yeah. I have to. I've spent too much time here. The time in my home world does not stop. I need to go back and check on things. Soon."
Rimuru walked toward him, the sadness in her eyes undeniable.
"I want to go with you. But... the Federation. My people. I can't leave them now. Not after all this effort."
"I know,"
Arthur replied, his intense gaze softening. He reached out and gently cupped her cheek.
"That's why you passed the test. You're a true sovereign, and this place needs you."
He hesitated, the sheer weight of his multi-dimensional existence pressing down.
"Rimuru, when I go back, there are others waiting for me—my family, my partners."
Arthur pulled her closer, his voice dropping slightly.
"But every dimension I've seen... you're the one. The best partner, the most incredible sovereign, and the most important person I've met in any reality. I like you, Rimuru. I want you to be part of my world, even if it has to be across dimensions for a while."
Rimuru's political facade dissolved into genuine, surprised emotion.
She let out a small, knowing chuckle.
"Well, that was direct,"
She whispered, leaning into his touch.
Her face broke into a knowing smile, the shrewdness of a leader and the warmth of a woman combining perfectly.
"Harem, multiple worlds, ancient cosmic responsibilities? I'm a woman of culture. I understood the assignment."
She wrapped her arms around him, holding him tightly.
"Yes, Arthur Leywin Stark. I accept. Let's make the most of the time we have left here."
Arthur didn't leave yet. He stayed for weeks, his immense power placed entirely on hold.
The True Dragon and the Sovereign Demon Lord became lovers, disappearing behind the secure walls of the Federation, spending their time not on statecraft or warfare, but simply enjoying each other's presence.
This time together cemented their bond, transforming their political partnership into an unshakable conceptual and emotional connection, ensuring their separation would only be physical.
Arthur's ultimate commitment was made, and Rimuru's heart was secured.
The Federation was safe under its capable sovereign, and the Lord of Darkness had finally earned his well-deserved vacation.
Rimuru's independent rule was fully established, and her bond with the Dragon of Synthesis was absolute, setting the stage for the next dimensional evolution.
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