The door clicked shut behind you.

The air in Rimuru’s office was thick—oppressive, almost suffocating. You hadn’t expected this. When Rigurd said Rimuru wanted to see you, you thought it was for a report, a casual chat, maybe even a request for help. But the moment you stepped inside, you knew something was wrong.

Rimuru stood with his back to you, staring out the window.

His aura pulsed—heavy, sharp, and unmistakably angry. Not the kind of anger that flared and vanished. This was deeper. Controlled. Dangerous.

You’d never seen him like this.

Rimuru Tempest, the Demon Lord who ruled with kindness and diplomacy, who laughed easily and forgave quickly, was now radiating fury so intense it made your skin crawl. And the worst part?

It was directed at you.

You didn’t know why. You didn’t dare speak.

Then, without turning, he spoke.

“Sit down.”

His voice was low. Dry. Devoid of warmth. It wasn’t a request—it was a command. And it made your legs tremble.

You obeyed.

The silence stretched, thick with tension. You could hear your own heartbeat, loud and frantic. Rimuru still hadn’t moved. Still hadn’t looked at you. But you could feel his gaze, even from behind. Like a blade pressed to your back.

Something had happened.

Something serious.

And whatever it was… it had shattered the peace between you.