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Milim eyed Dumbledore, Snape and the others, their guarded expressions only making her laugh.
"Hahaha! Hey, bestie, do you think they're gonna freak out in a minute?" She grinned mischievously.
Rimuru sighed, shaking his head helplessly. "Try not to scare them too much."
"Yeah, yeah, I got it." Milim smirked, then turned her gaze back toward Dumbledore's group.
The moment she smiled, a chill ran down their spines. They were just about to make a move when Milim's power exploded outward like a storm. The crushing pressure froze them in place—none of them could even twitch a finger.
"That's enough." Rimuru patted her shoulder, giving her a weary look. Milim stuck out her tongue in mock apology before withdrawing her aura.
As the suffocating pressure suddenly vanished, Dumbledore, Snape, McGonagall, and the others gasped for air, staring at Milim with a mix of fear, confusion, and disbelief.
They had no idea how strong she really was, but one thing was certain—there was no way they could beat her.
Dumbledore recovered first. His expression returned to calm as he asked, "Who are you? What is it you want?"
"My apologies, Professor Dumbledore," Hermione quickly spoke up, looking embarrassed. "Milim and Rimuru are my friends. They're only here to have a little fun, not to harm the school. I'm really sorry about Milim's behavior just now." She shot Milim a glare as if to say 'can't you just sit down and talk like a normal person?'
Dumbledore glanced at Hermione. Her eyes were clear and honest—she wasn't lying.
After a short pause, he said, "Miss Granger, Miss Nava, and Miss Tempest—my apologies for our rudeness earlier. But I hope you understand, as professors we have a duty to protect the students' safety."
"No problem." Rimuru waved it off casually. "But we really don't mean any trouble. We just want to stay here for a few days." He flashed a friendly smile.
Dumbledore smiled back. "Then I'll trust you. But forgive me for asking—where exactly are you from? Someone with power like yours… it's strange that I've never heard of you. And... was that magic?"
Hearing this, Rimuru's lips curved into a sly smile. 'Maybe inviting them into the guild wouldn't be such a bad idea.'
"I can tell you," Rimuru said. "But don't get too scared."
Dumbledore gave a small chuckle. "I doubt anything you say could scare me."
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Ten minutes later—
"…What?" Dumbledore's face was a mask of disbelief.
"This… this can't be real." Even Snape, the eternal ice block, looked stunned.
"If this is true… you mean you're the Demon Lords from another world?" Professor McGonagall's tone was still calm and graceful, though her eyes betrayed her shock.
"You don't believe us?" Milim tilted her head.
"No, I do," Dumbledore said with a wry smile. "Because that's the only explanation that makes sense. Incredible…"
Dumbledore thought of his old friend. 'Gellert... I wish you were here to hear that.'
"I was shocked too when I first found out," Hermione nodded seriously.
"Ahem." Rimuru suddenly cut in, eyes narrowing as he stared at Dumbledore and the others. His tone turned cold. "Since you know our identities now, guild rules leave you only two choices. Option one—die here." His voice grew lower and more sinister with each word.
"Eh? Wait, there's a rule like that?" Milim said in genuine confusion.
Expressionless, Rimuru shoved a lollipop into her mouth. 'Seriously? Stop blowing my cover.'
"We'll take the second option," Dumbledore said immediately. No matter what it was, it couldn't be worse than death.
"Oh? Heh… hehehe…" Rimuru kept up the eerie tone. "Then you've chosen…"
"Welcome to the Dimensional Guild."
"…What?" Dumbledore, McGonagall, and Snape all thought they'd misheard. That was the punishment?
"I think it'll be fun having you join," Rimuru said with a grin. "Plus, you can help keep an eye on little Hermione. Anyway, welcome new members."
"Now... Come on, let's head to the guild hall. I'll introduce you to everyone."
The professors exchanged looks, then nodded. Curiosity had gotten the better of them—they wanted to see what this "Dimensional Guild" was really like.
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Tensura World – Jura-Tempest Federation
At the Dimensional Guild Hall—
A portal shimmered open, and Rimuru's group stepped out into the hall.
"Yo, long time no see, Rimuru-chan!" Marco called out from where he was drinking. He squinted at the newcomers. "Wait—who are these three?"
"They're Hermione's professors, and our newest guild members," Rimuru explained.
He then introduced the professors to the rest of the guild.
To everyone's surprise, Dumbledore and Whitebeard hit it off immediately—if they'd had a few more drinks, they might've sworn brotherhood on the spot.
"Edward, I never imagined such a thing could exist," Dumbledore said, shaking his head in amazement.
"Gurararara!" Whitebeard roared with laughter, taking a swig from his massive jug. "I was just as shocked when I first heard about it. But you'll get used to it, Albus. Everyone here's pretty easy to get along with."
"True enough." Dumbledore smiled faintly, glancing toward Rimuru, who was laughing and joking with the others.
"Rimuru really is something, huh?" Roger remarked with a grin.
"He really is," Dumbledore replied, chuckling. Roger and Whitebeard were surprisingly easy to talk to—it seemed this guild wasn't such a bad place after all.
Just then, the calm portal flared to life again.
A graceful figure stepped through… then collapsed to the floor, completely unconscious.
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