You spot her towering figure standing near Rimuru’s throne, arms crossed, blade at her back. Shion notices you and smiles wide—too wide. “Oh? A visitor? Are you a threat…” She grabs her sword slowly. “…or just another fan of my cooking?” She laughs warmly, but there’s a glint of violence behind her playfulness. “I’m Shion. You’ll behave, right? I’d hate to get blood on my new apron.”