Rise and receive the mark of my court."
Milim bounced to her feet with barely contained excitement. "Do I get one of those cool uniforms too?"
"Naturally," Ramiris confirmed, a smile playing at his lips. "Each maid's attire reflects her essential nature and power. Yours would be..."
He studied her thoughtfully, then gestured. Light shimmered around Milim, and her typical revealing outfit transformed. She now wore an elegantly modified maid uniform in shades of pink and black, with draconic motifs subtly incorporated into the design. Despite being more coverage than her usual attire, it somehow enhanced rather than diminished her presence, making her destructive power seem more focused and refined.
"Whoa!" Milim spun in place, admiring her new appearance. "It's so PRETTY! And I can still fight super well in it!"
"Of course," Ramiris nodded. "Form follows function in my court. Now, for your title..."
He considered for a moment, then smiled. "Milim Nava, Berserker of Joy. Your role shall be to remind my court of the simple pleasure in overwhelming power, properly applied."
"Berserker of Joy," Milim repeated, testing the title. "I LOVE IT!"
From the sidelines, Rimuru watched this unprecedented development with a mixture of amazement and concern. "Did that really just happen? Did Milim just... join his court?"
"It appears so," Veldora confirmed, looking equally astonished. "Though I must say, the title suits her perfectly."
As if reading their thoughts, Ramiris turned toward the observers. "Fear not, Master of Tempest. Milim's alliance with your federation remains intact. Service in my court does not erase existing bonds—it merely adds new ones."
"Well, that's... good to know," Rimuru managed.
Milim bounced over to her friends, her new uniform somehow making her exuberant movements seem elegant rather than chaotic. "Look at my awesome new clothes! And I have a title and everything! Berserker of Joy! Isn't that PERFECT?"
"It's certainly... you," Rimuru agreed cautiously. "But Milim, are you sure about this? You just pledged service to someone you met yesterday."
"Sometimes you just KNOW," Milim replied with absolute conviction. "Like how I knew you were going to be my best friend when we met! Some things you feel right away!"
Ramiris approached more sedately, his sword having vanished and his attire returned to its more casual battle uniform. "Your concern for your friend is admirable, Demon Lord Rimuru. Rest assured, service in my court is not servitude. Each maid maintains her individual nature and existing connections."
"So this isn't like... ownership?" Rimuru clarified.
"Certainly not," Ramiris looked mildly offended at the suggestion. "It is recognition of authority freely given. Milim remains Milim—now simply with a more refined focus for her considerable abilities."
"And a much better outfit," Milim added, still admiring her new uniform. "When do I get to meet the other maids? Do I get my own room in the floating city? Can I still visit Rimuru whenever I want?"
"Yes to all," Ramiris assured her with unexpected patience. "Though perhaps we should return to Tempest and introduce you to your new colleagues first. I imagine Queen Gilgamesh's expression alone will be worth the entire trip to this reality."
"Let's go RIGHT NOW!" Milim grabbed his arm excitedly, an action that would have earned anyone else a warning from the watching maids. Ramiris, however, merely chuckled.
"Your enthusiasm continues to be delightful. Very well, Berserker of Joy. Let us return and share the news of your appointment."
He opened a portal of golden light with a casual gesture. Before stepping through, he turned back to the stunned observers with a wink. "I believe our cultural exchange just became considerably more interesting, wouldn't you agree?"
With that parting comment, he escorted his newest and most unexpected maid through the portal, leaving behind a battlefield remarkably intact considering the powers involved—and several witnesses still struggling to process what they had just observed.
Chapter 7: The Newest Maid
The arrival of Ramiris and Milim at the pavilions caused an immediate sensation among the maids of Avalon Evernight. The sight of the Demon Lord proudly wearing a maid uniform and practically bouncing with excitement left most of them speechless.
Queen Gilgamesh was the first to recover, her crimson eyes widening before narrowing in disbelief. "My Glorious Ramiris, surely this is some form of jest?"
"Not at all, my treasure keeper," Ramiris replied cheerfully. "Allow me to introduce the newest member of our court: Milim Nava, Berserker of Joy."
"Hi everyone!" Milim waved enthusiastically. "I'm super strong and I love honey and fighting and now I'm a maid!"
Tiamat approached with maternal curiosity, studying the newcomer with ancient eyes. "Interesting. A true dragonoid with divine lineage, if I'm not mistaken. Your aura carries echoes of creation almost as old as my own."
"You can tell that just by looking?" Milim asked, impressed. "That's amazing! What else can you do?"
While Tiamat patiently answered Milim's barrage of questions, the other maids gathered around Ramiris, their reactions ranging from curiosity to concern to thinly veiled amusement.
"A rather... unconventional addition to our court, Dancing King," observed Kali with a predatory smile. "Though her combat potential is undeniable."
"Sometimes the most valuable perspectives come from unexpected sources," Ramiris replied. "Her approach to power is refreshingly uncomplicated."
Void Shiki, typically silent, surprised everyone by offering her own assessment. "She exists fully in each moment. No past regrets, no future anxieties. There is wisdom in such simplicity."
"See?" Ramiris gestured toward the typically taciturn maid. "Even our Silent Watcher sees her value."
Queen Gilgamesh remained skeptical. "She seems rather... energetic for our court's typical decorum."
"Which is precisely why her presence will be beneficial," Ramiris countered smoothly. "We've existed for eons in perfect harmony. A little chaos keeps eternity interesting."
As if to prove his point, Milim had already managed to drag Arcueid into an animated discussion about their respective battle techniques, both powerful beings comparing notes with childlike enthusiasm.
"And then I go WHOOSH and everything explodes!" Milim was explaining, complete with dramatic hand gestures. "But your sword thing sounds SUPER cool too! Can you show me?"
"Not without violating our agreement regarding property damage," Arcueid replied with a wink. "But maybe during our next interdimensional excursion!"
BB bounced over to join them, her typical mischief finding natural resonance with Milim's energy. "Oooh, a new playmate! And one who appreciates proper destruction techniques! We're going to have so much fun together!"
Ramiris watched these interactions with evident satisfaction. "You see? Already finding her place among us."
Scáthach approached, her expression thoughtful as she observed the new maid. "Her combat style is pure instinct—unrefined but remarkably effective. With proper training, she could become truly formidable."
"I suspect that's part of what drew her to us," Ramiris nodded. "Beneath the enthusiasm is a desire for growth and purpose."
"Much like many of us when we first entered your service, Supreme Monarch," Scáthach acknowledged with a rare smile.
Meanwhile, Milim had begun a tour of the pavilions, marveling at their impossible architecture and the casual reality-bending elements that the maids considered mundane comforts.
"This is SO COOL!" she exclaimed, poking at a light fixture that contained actual captured starlight. "Everything is all sparkly and impossible! Do I get my own pavilion too?"
"Of course," Tiamat assured her. "Each maid's quarters reflect her essential nature. Yours will manifest according to your true self."
As if triggered by these words, the ground near the other pavilions began to shimmer. A new structure took form—vibrant and dynamic where the others were elegant and serene. Milim's pavilion materialized as a whimsical fusion of draconic motifs and playful energy, with crystal walls that shifted colors according to her emotions and furniture that somehow looked both comfortable and indestructible.
"IT'S PERFECT!" Milim shouted, diving into her new quarters to explore every corner. "Look! There's even a special honey dispenser!"
Queen Gilgamesh sighed deeply. "The tranquility of our court will never be the same."
"Change keeps us from stagnation, my treasure keeper," Ramiris reminded her gently. "Even you were considered a disruptive influence when you first joined our ranks."
"That was entirely different," she protested, though a faint blush colored her cheeks. "I maintained proper dignity from the beginning."
"You challenged me to single combat and declared you would use my entrails as decorative ribbon," Ramiris reminded her with a fond smile.
"As I said—proper dignity," Queen Gilgamesh sniffed, though her lips twitched with suppressed amusement.
Their conversation was interrupted by Milim's reappearance, now clutching what appeared to be an ornate staff that had manifested in her pavilion. "What does this do? It feels all tingly and powerful!"
Ramiris examined the weapon with interest. "Ah, the court has provided you with a focus for your abilities. In keeping with your role as Berserker of Joy, it appears to be a Scepter of Ecstatic Destruction."
"Ecstatic Destruction? That sounds AWESOME!" Milim twirled the scepter experimentally, causing alarming sparks of chaotic energy to fly from its tip.
"Perhaps outdoor testing would be advisable," suggested Tiamat hurriedly, guiding Milim toward a more open area away from the pavilions.
As the newest maid was led away for a crash course in her new equipment, Ramiris turned to find Rimuru approaching, his expression a mixture of amusement and concern.
"Your court seems to be adapting to its newest member with remarkable flexibility," the Demon Lord observed.
"Adaptation is essential for eternal beings," Ramiris replied. "Those who cannot embrace change eventually crumble under the weight of their own rigidity."
"Philosophical," Rimuru noted. "But I'm more concerned with the practical aspects. Milim is a force of nature on her best days. As part of your court..."
"You fear her destructive tendencies might be enhanced rather than contained," Ramiris finished for him. "A reasonable concern, but unnecessary. Service in my court brings focus, not amplification. Her power remains the same—her application of it will simply become more... refined."
As if to directly contradict his statement, a massive explosion erupted from the practice area, followed by Milim's delighted laughter and hurried apologies from Tiamat.
Ramiris winced slightly. "Eventually. Refinement is, admittedly, a process rather than an immediate transformation."
"That's what worries me," Rimuru sighed. "Milim plus new powers equals..."
"An adjustment period," Ramiris supplied diplomatically. "But fear not—my court has extensive experience with integrating powerful new members. Remember, we once domesticated Queen Gilgamesh, who destroyed three minor realities during her first week of service."
"That's not as reassuring as you might think," Rimuru replied dryly.
Their conversation was interrupted by Milim's return, her uniform slightly singed but her enthusiasm undimmed. "Did you SEE THAT? The scepter thing amplifies my magic by connecting it to... what did you call it, Tiamat?"
"Conceptual resonance," supplied the maternal goddess, looking slightly frazzled. "Though perhaps we should work on control before further power enhancement."
"But bigger explosions are more FUN!" Milim protested.
"And knowing when not to create them is the mark of true mastery," Ramiris interjected smoothly. "
A truly powerful being knows when restraint demonstrates greater authority than destruction."
Milim's eyes widened with sudden understanding. "Ohhh! Like how you didn't use your full power against me even though you could have blown up everything!"
"Precisely," Ramiris nodded approvingly. "Power without purpose is merely chaos. Power with purpose becomes authority."
"That's... actually quite profound," Rimuru admitted, surprised by the thoughtful lesson.
Milim considered this seriously, her typical boundless energy momentarily focused on understanding. "So being your maid means learning when NOT to smash things? That's... different."
"Among other lessons," Ramiris confirmed with a gentle smile. "Though rest assured, there will be plenty of appropriate opportunities for smashing things."
"YES!" Milim pumped her fist excitedly, immediately reverting to her usual enthusiasm. "Best! Job! Ever!"
Queen Gilgamesh approached, having apparently resigned herself to the newest addition. "If the Berserker of Joy is to properly represent our court, she must learn proper etiquette and protocols. I shall oversee her training in court ceremonies."
Milim's expression fell slightly. "Court... ceremonies? Like standing still and being quiet and stuff?"
"Indeed," the queen confirmed with imperious satisfaction. "The proper forms of address, ceremonial positions, ritual responses—all essential knowledge for a maid of Avalon Evernight."
Seeing Milim's growing dismay, Ramiris intervened smoothly. "Perhaps a balanced approach? Combat training with Kali and Scáthach, conceptual studies with Tiamat and Void Shiki, and... abbreviated ceremonial instruction with Queen Gilgamesh."
"Abbreviated?" The queen's crimson eyes narrowed dangerously.
"Streamlined," Ramiris amended diplomatically. "Focusing on essentials rather than the full seventeen tiers of court protocol."
Queen Gilgamesh considered this, then sighed in resignation. "I suppose the abbreviated seven-tier protocol would be... acceptable for a beginner."
"Seven tiers sounds like a lot," Milim whispered to Rimuru.
"You did ask to join his court," Rimuru reminded her unsympathetically.
"Worth it!" Milim declared without hesitation. "I'll learn all the boring stuff if it means I get to be part of something this AMAZING!"
As arrangements for Milim's training continued, the pavilions became a hive of activity. Each maid seemed to have opinions on how the newest member should be instructed, leading to lively debates about proper curriculum design.
"Physical combat fundamentals must come first," insisted Kali, her bloodthirsty aura flaring with enthusiasm. "She has raw power but lacks technical refinement."
"Conceptual understanding is the foundation," countered Tiamat. "Without grasping the nature of authority itself, all other lessons lack context."
"Honey breaks first, then training!" contributed Milim helpfully, earning varied reactions from her new colleagues.
Through it all, Ramiris observed with evident amusement, occasionally offering guidance but largely allowing his court to integrate their newest member in their own way. The natural hierarchy among the maids became apparent—with Tiamat, Queen Gilgamesh, and Void Shiki forming a senior tier that even the exuberant Milim instinctively deferred to.
"Your court has a fascinating social structure," Rimuru observed as he watched Arcueid and BB enthusiastically showing Milim how to properly adjust her uniform for optimal battle readiness. "Not quite what I expected from beings of such power."
"What did you expect?" Ramiris inquired curiously. "Constant power struggles? Cosmic one-upmanship?"
"Something like that," Rimuru admitted. "Most powerful beings I've encountered are somewhat... territorial."
"A limitation of perspective," Ramiris explained, watching his maids with evident affection. "True power eventually transcends petty competition. My court functions as a harmonious ecosystem precisely because each member has found her proper place within it."
"And Milim's place is...?"
"To remind us of joy in its purest form," Ramiris replied without hesitation. "Entities as ancient as most of my court risk forgetting the simple pleasure of existence. Milim experiences life with unfiltered enthusiasm—a quality more precious than she realizes."
Their philosophical discussion was interrupted by a commotion from the training area, where Milim had apparently convinced Kali to demonstrate a basic combat technique that was proving considerably less "basic" than advertised. The resulting energy discharge sent ripples of power across Tempest, causing momentary alarm among the citizens.
"Perhaps some boundaries regarding training locations might be advisable," Rimuru suggested diplomatically.
"Agreed," Ramiris sighed. "Kali tends to get carried away when she finds an enthusiastic student."
He approached the training area, where Kali and Milim stood in the center of a newly formed crater, both looking distinctly unapologetic.
"Commander of Combat," Ramiris addressed Kali with gentle reproof, "perhaps the Mountain Range of Trembling Earth would be more suitable for demonstrations of destructive techniques?"
"As you command, Supreme Monarch," Kali acknowledged with a bow that didn't quite hide her battle-hungry grin. "Though the Berserker shows remarkable aptitude. Her instinctive understanding of destructive principles is truly impressive."
"She said I'm a natural destroyer!" Milim reported proudly. "Which I already knew, but it's nice to be appreciated!"
"Indeed," Ramiris agreed, his tone warm despite the disciplinary context. "However, appreciation must be balanced with consideration for our hosts. Tempest has been generous in accommodating our visit."
"Oh!" Milim looked suddenly contrite. "Sorry, Rimuru! I didn't mean to break your city!"
"Just a small crater," Rimuru replied with the resignation of someone long accustomed to Milim-related property damage. "Though perhaps taking the more... explosive training elsewhere would be appreciated."
"Of course!" Milim nodded vigorously. "Kali says there are special training dimensions where we can go all out without breaking reality! Can we go there? Please, please, PLEASE?"
Ramiris considered this request. "A training excursion might indeed be appropriate. Tiamat, would you be willing to oversee an interdimensional classroom for our newest member?"
The Mother of Creation approached, her serene presence immediately calming the excited energy around Milim. "It would be my pleasure, Beloved King. I shall prepare a suitable pocket dimension with proper containment protocols."
"Yay! Pocket dimension training!" Milim bounced excitedly. "When do we start?"
"Preparations will require approximately one day," Tiamat explained patiently. "Until then, perhaps you might benefit from theoretical instruction with Void Shiki."
Milim's enthusiasm dimmed slightly. "Is theoretical instruction like... sitting still and listening to boring stuff?"
"It involves understanding the fundamental nature of existence itself," Void Shiki corrected as she materialized silently beside them, her empty blue eyes regarding Milim with unusual interest. "The void within mirrors the void without. To truly master destruction, one must comprehend its opposite."
"That sounds... complicated," Milim admitted. "But if it helps me get stronger, I'll try!"
"Such dedication," Queen Gilgamesh commented with only mild sarcasm as she joined the group. "Perhaps there's hope for her yet."
"I've always found that proper motivation reveals unexpected potential," Ramiris observed. "Our Berserker of Joy simply requires the right framing for her education."
As if to demonstrate this principle, he turned to Milim with a thoughtful expression. "Consider it a challenge, Berserker. Master the theoretical foundations, and I shall personally teach you one of my combat techniques."
Milim's eyes widened to almost comical proportions. "For real? One of YOUR techniques? The super cool reality-breaking ones?"
"A simplified version suitable for this dimensional plane," Ramiris clarified. "But yes, essentially."
"I'LL DO IT!" Milim declared with newfound determination. She turned to Void Shiki with unexpected seriousness. "Teach me everything! I'll be the best student ever!"
Void Shiki's lips curved in what might have been the ghost of a smile. "We shall begin immediately. Your enthusiasm is... refreshing."
As Milim followed the embodiment of nothingness toward a quiet meditation area, her posture uncharacteristically composed, Rimuru shook his head in amazement.
"I've never seen anyone motivate Milim to study theoretical anything," he admitted. "Usually it's all practical application with her—mostly in the form of punching things."
"Proper incentives are key to education at any level," Ramiris replied with a wink. "Even for Demon Lords."
Chapter 8: Cultural Fusion
Over the following days, Tempest adapted to the presence of its otherworldly visitors with surprising ease. Citizens grew accustomed to the sight of elegantly uniformed maids exploring their city, asking curious questions about everything from cooking techniques to magical theory. What had initially inspired terror gradually transformed into a unique cultural exchange, with knowledge flowing in both directions.
In the central marketplace, Tiamat had established what the locals now called the "Garden of Wisdom"—a small pavilion where she shared insights on agricultural techniques that worked harmoniously with natural energy flows. Farmers and druids gathered daily for her lessons, marveling at the gentle way she corrected misunderstandings about fundamental life forces.
"The key is not domination of nature," she explained to a rapt audience, "but partnership with its essential patterns. Magic should enhance what already exists rather than impose what does not belong."
Nearby, Queen Gilgamesh had reluctantly become something of a sensation among Tempest's merchants and crafters. Her critical standards were exacting, but her praise—rare though it was—carried such weight that receiving it had become a mark of exceptional quality.
"This metalwork shows primitive but effective understanding of spiritual resonance," she informed a dwarven smith, examining a ceremonial blade. "Hardly comparable to divine craftsmanship, of course, but commendable for mortal hands."
The dwarf beamed as if he'd received the highest possible compliment—which, from Queen Gilgamesh, he essentially had.
Even the more reserved maids found their niches. Void Shiki's silent presence became a regular feature in Tempest's meditation gardens, where spiritually inclined citizens found that practicing near her somehow deepened their connection to fundamental forces. She rarely spoke, but when she did, her observations carried weight that resonated far beyond their seeming simplicity.
"Emptiness is not absence," she told a young ogre struggling with concentration techniques. "It is potential awaiting purpose."
The most dramatic cultural exchange, however, centered around the newest member of Ramiris's court. Milim's training regimen had become something of a public spectacle—partly because containing it entirely proved impossible, and partly because Tempest's warriors were fascinated by the techniques being demonstrated.
The Mountain Range of Trembling Earth, previously an uninhabited area due to unstable mana concentrations, had been converted into what Milim enthusiastically called her "Super Special Training Ground." Here, under the supervision of Kali and Scáthach, she practiced combat techniques that combined her raw destructive power with newfound precision.
"Control through intention, not limitation," instructed Scáthach as Milim attempted to target specific rock formations while sparing others. "Destruction is a scalpel, not merely a hammer."
"But hammers are fun too!" Milim protested, though she dutifully continued the precision exercises.
Kali, watching with arms crossed, nodded in approval. "She learns quickly. Her instincts are surprisingly refined beneath the chaos."
A small audience of Tempest's elite warriors had gathered at a safe distance, taking notes on the techniques being demonstrated. Benimaru in particular had become a regular observer, his analytical mind recognizing the value in these unprecedented training methods.
"The concept of 'destruction as precision' contradicts most established combat philosophy," he commented to Rimuru during one such session. "Yet the practical applications are undeniable."
"Their entire approach to power seems different," Rimuru agreed, watching as Milim successfully vaporized a specific boulder while leaving the identical one beside it completely untouched. "Less about quantity and more about... quality?"
"Conceptual dominance rather than mere energy projection," clarified Ramiris, who had approached silently to observe the training. "A fundamental difference in how reality is engaged."
The training session concluded with a demonstration from Scáthach—a display of such precise control that she severed individual leaves from a distant tree without disturbing the branches that held them. The watching warriors murmured in appreciation, recognizing mastery when they saw it.
As the observers dispersed, Ramiris remained behind with Rimuru, both watching as Milim enthusiastically pestered Kali for "just one more super cool technique" despite obvious exhaustion.
"Her stamina is remarkable," Ramiris noted. "Most beings would have collapsed days ago under this training regimen."
"That's Milim," Rimuru agreed. "Endless energy, especially when she's excited about something. And she's clearly very excited about being part of your court."
"The enthusiasm of a new convert," Ramiris smiled. "Though in her case, I believe it's genuine rather than merely temporary fervor. She has found something she lacked—structure for her considerable abilities."
"I've never seen her so focused," Rimuru admitted. "Usually she's bouncing between interests every few minutes. But she's been diligently following your maids' instructions for days now."
"Purpose provides focus," Ramiris observed. "Even for beings of chaotic nature."
Their philosophical discussion was interrupted by Milim herself, who bounded over with remarkable energy despite hours of intensive training.
"Did you SEE that last technique?" she exclaimed excitedly. "Scáthach showed me how to focus my destruction magic through conceptual channels rather than just blasting everything! Watch!"
She turned toward a distant boulder, narrowed her eyes in concentration, and released a precisely controlled beam of energy that carved a perfect spiral pattern into the rock's surface without shattering it.
"Most impressive," Ramiris acknowledged with genuine approval. "Your control has improved significantly."
Milim beamed at the praise. "Void Shiki's boring—I mean, very important theoretical lessons actually helped! Understanding the 'essential nature of being and non-being' makes destruction way more precise!"
"A student who applies theoretical knowledge to practical application is a teacher's greatest reward," Ramiris replied warmly. "Your progress honors your instructors."
Milim's expression grew suddenly serious—a rare sight that caught both Ramiris and Rimuru by surprise. "I've been thinking about what you said before. About power with purpose becoming authority."
"Yes?" Ramiris encouraged, intrigued by her thoughtful tone.
"I've always just used my power because it's fun and it's what I'm good at," Milim explained, struggling slightly to articulate concepts she'd never before considered. "But watching your maids—they're all super strong, but they use their power for specific reasons, not just because they can."
"An important distinction," Ramiris nodded. "And how does this observation affect your perspective?"
Milim's brow furrowed with the effort of philosophical thought. "I think... maybe I've been missing something? Like, being the Destroyer is cool and all, but maybe there's more to being powerful than just... destroying stuff?"
Rimuru stared at her in amazement. "Milim, that's possibly the most introspective thing I've ever heard you say."
"I know, right?" she agreed, looking slightly confused by her own depth. "My brain feels all tingly and weird from thinking so hard. Is this what you feel like all the time, Rimuru? How do you stand it?"
Before Rimuru could respond to this backhanded compliment, Ramiris laughed—a warm, genuine sound that contained no mockery, only appreciation.
"Berserker of Joy, you continue to surprise me," he said, his golden eyes twinkling. "The capacity for growth is perhaps the rarest quality among immortal beings. Most become fixed in their nature over time, resistant to new perspectives. You embrace change with the same enthusiasm you bring to everything."
"Is that good?" Milim asked hopefully.
"Extraordinarily so," Ramiris confirmed. "It suggests your potential extends far beyond mere destructive capability."
Milim practically glowed under this praise. "So does this mean I get to learn one of your special techniques now? I've been super good and I've practiced everything they taught me!"
"Indeed you have," Ramiris acknowledged with an indulgent smile. "Very well. Tomorrow we shall begin instruction in a simplified form of Overlord's Drive—the technique you witnessed during our initial exchange."
"YES!" Milim pumped her fist in victory, her philosophical moment giving way to pure excitement. "I'm going to learn the sparkly galaxy-eyes power!"
"A somewhat reductive description, but essentially accurate," Ramiris conceded with amusement. "Though I should warn you, it requires considerable mental discipline alongside raw power."
"I can do mental discipline!" Milim insisted. "Void Shiki said my meditation is getting way less fidgety!"
"High praise indeed from our Silent Watcher," Ramiris noted with a slight smile. "Very well. Dawn tomorrow, at the center of the training grounds."
As Milim bounded off to share this news with her fellow maids-in-training, Rimuru turned to Ramiris with a mixture of amazement and concern.
"Are you sure teaching her your techniques is... safe? For the rest of us, I mean."
"A valid concern," Ramiris acknowledged. "But the version she'll learn contains appropriate limitations. Think of it as training wheels on a conceptual bicycle."
"That's... not entirely reassuring," Rimuru admitted.
"Faith, Demon Lord of Tempest," Ramiris clapped him on the shoulder. "The path to responsible power always involves some risk. But consider the alternative—Milim with her current level of raw destruction but no refinement or purpose."
"When you put it that way," Rimuru conceded, "I suppose conceptual training wheels are better than no guidance at all."
The following dawn brought an unexpected audience to the training grounds. Word had spread of the Supreme Monarch's personal instruction session, drawing observers from throughout Tempest. Even Veldora had arrived early, creating a comfortable viewing platform for himself and loudly proclaiming his "expertise in divine power dynamics" to anyone who would listen.
Ramiris arrived precisely at dawn, his casual battle attire replaced by more formal regalia that befitted the occasion. Behind him processed several of his senior maids—Tiamat, Queen Gilgamesh, and Void Shiki—each maintaining solemn dignity that conveyed the significance of the moment.
Milim waited at the center of the training ground, her usual boundless energy tempered by uncharacteristic nervousness. Her maid uniform had been adjusted for training—still formal but modified for freedom of movement, with draconic motifs subtly emphasized.
"Berserker of Joy," Ramiris addressed her formally as he approached. "Are you prepared to receive instruction in the foundational principles of Overlord's Drive?"
"Yes, Supreme Monarch!" Milim responded with perfect ceremonial address, clearly having been coached by Queen Gilgamesh for this moment.
"Very good," Ramiris nodded approvingly. "First, we must establish the conceptual framework. Overlord's Drive is not merely a technique but a philosophical approach to authority itself."
What followed was unlike any training session Tempest had ever witnessed. Rather than immediate displays of power, Ramiris began with what appeared to be a lecture—explaining fundamental concepts of authority, confidence, and reality alignment in terms that somehow bridged the gap between abstract philosophy and practical application.
"The core principle is this," he explained, golden galaxies swirling in his eyes as he demonstrated. "True authority doesn't demand acknowledgment—it simply is. Reality itself recognizes and responds to absolute confidence properly applied."
Milim listened with unprecedented focus, occasionally asking surprisingly insightful questions that showed genuine engagement with the concepts being presented.
"So it's not about forcing reality to do what you want," she clarified at one point, "but about being so perfectly aligned with what you are that reality naturally follows your lead?"
"Precisely!" Ramiris looked delighted by her understanding. "Excellently formulated. Overlord's Drive is not domination but perfect alignment between intent and existence."
After an hour of theoretical foundation, they moved to practical application. Ramiris instructed Milim to activate her standard Demon Lord aura, then guided her through subtle adjustments to its conceptual framework.
"Feel the difference between pushing power outward versus simply allowing it to exist with absolute certainty," he directed. "Less effort, more truth."
To everyone's surprise—perhaps even her own—Milim grasped the concept quickly. Her typically chaotic aura shifted, becoming not necessarily stronger but somehow more... fundamental. The ground beneath her stopped trembling but instead seemed to acknowledge her presence more deeply, as if reality itself was paying closer attention.
"Yes, exactly like that," Ramiris encouraged. "Now, find the core of your identity—the truth of Milim that cannot be denied—and allow that to become your anchor."
Milim closed her eyes in concentration, her expression uncharacteristically serene. When she opened them again, a subtle change had occurred. Her magenta eyes now contained tiny motes of golden light—not the galaxies of Ramiris's full power, but a definite shift toward something more conceptual.
"I feel... different," she said quietly. "Like everything is more... real? But also more... mine? I don't know how to explain it."
"You don't need to explain," Ramiris assured her. "The experience transcends conventional language. What you're feeling is reality's acknowledgment of your authentic authority."
He guided her through several exercises—focusing her new awareness on specific targets, adjusting the intensity of her conceptual presence, and most importantly, learning to control the radius of effect.
"Remember, with great authority comes great responsibility," he emphasized. "Overlord's Drive affects everything within its range. Careful control of that range is essential for ethical application."
By mid-morning, Milim had progressed to a point where she could manifest a limited but functional version of the technique. Her natural affinity for power manifested in surprisingly quick adoption of the conceptual framework, though her application remained somewhat unpolished.
"Remarkable progress," observed Tiamat from the sidelines. "The dragonoid lineage provides natural compatibility with authority concepts."
"Indeed," agreed Queen Gilgamesh, watching critically but with growing approval. "Though her execution lacks refinement, the fundamental understanding is there."
Void Shiki simply nodded, her silence somehow conveying more approval than words could express.
As the training session concluded, Ramiris addressed his student with formal acknowledgment. "Berserker of Joy, you have demonstrated admirable aptitude for conceptual authority. Continue practicing within the limitations we've established, and further instruction will follow when you've mastered these fundamentals."
Milim bowed deeply—a gesture so uncharacteristic that several observers gasped in shock. "Thank you, Supreme Monarch. I will practice exactly as instructed."
The moment of formality passed quickly, however, as she bounced back to her usual exuberant self. "Did you SEE that, everyone? I did the golden-eyes thing! Not as fancy as Ramiris's galaxies, but super cool anyway!"
The watching crowd broke into appreciative applause—partly for the impressive display, but perhaps more for the unprecedented sight of Milim exercising restraint and discipline in her training.
As the gathering dispersed, Ramiris joined his senior maids, accepting their assessments with thoughtful attention.
"She shows remarkable potential," Tiamat observed. "Her intuitive grasp of conceptual alignment suggests capacity far beyond mere destruction."
"The discipline will require ongoing reinforcement," cautioned Queen Gilgamesh. "But the foundation is surprisingly solid."
"Empty vessel, eager to be filled," Void Shiki contributed cryptically. "Joy without direction becomes chaos. Joy with purpose becomes creation."
Ramiris nodded, considering their insights. "Our Berserker of Joy may prove to be one of our most interesting additions in millennia. She approaches power with none of the baggage most ancient beings accumulate—no bitterness, no cynicism, just pure enthusiasm for existence itself."
"A refreshing quality," acknowledged Tiamat with a gentle smile. "One we sometimes forget to value."
As they discussed Milim's progress, the subject of their conversation had already bounded off to demonstrate her new abilities to her friends, trailing excited exclamations and only minor reality fluctuations in her wake.
Chapter 9: Farewell to Tempest
The final week of Avalon Evernight's visit to Tempest passed in a whirlwind of cultural exchange, training sessions, and increasingly comfortable interactions between the citizens and their otherworldly visitors. What had begun as an alarming intrusion had transformed into something approaching a festival atmosphere, with daily demonstrations and exchanges drawing crowds from throughout the federation and even neighboring nations.
In the grand meeting hall of Tempest's government building, final preparations were underway for the farewell banquet. Decorations combined elements from both cultures—Tempest's vibrant monster-nation aesthetics alongside the elegant cosmic motifs of Avalon Evernight. The effect was striking—a visual representation of the unexpected harmony that had developed between the realms.
Rimuru surveyed the arrangements with satisfaction, occasionally suggesting minor adjustments to Shuna, who was directing the final touches with her usual precision.
"It's hard to believe they've only been here for three weeks," he commented. "It feels like they've always been part of Tempest somehow."
"Their integration has been remarkable," Shuna agreed. "Even the initially fearful citizens now seem disappointed by their departure."
"Well, not complete departure in Milim's case," Rimuru noted. "Though I'm still adjusting to the idea of her having... responsibilities."
His observation was punctuated by the arrival of the subject herself—Milim in her full maid regalia, looking uncharacteristically concerned as she approached.
"Rimuru! I need your help with something SUPER important!" she announced.
"What is it this time?" he asked warily, half-expecting news of accidental destruction during her training.
"My farewell speech!" she declared, producing a crumpled piece of paper covered in her childish handwriting. "Queen Gilgamesh says all court members must deliver formal addresses at significant diplomatic events, but mine keeps sounding stupid!"
Rimuru blinked in surprise. "You're... actually worried about giving a proper speech?"
"Of course!" Milim looked genuinely distressed. "This is my first official duty as Berserker of Joy! I can't mess it up! Ramiris is counting on me to represent the court properly!"
"Let me see what you have," Rimuru offered, taking the rumpled paper. He scanned the contents, finding a chaotic but earnest attempt at formal address interspersed with Milim's typical enthusiastic exclamations.
"Well, it's certainly... authentic," he offered diplomatically.
"It's terrible, isn't it?" Milim groaned. "Queen Gilgamesh already rejected three versions. She says I need to 'project appropriate dignity befitting a representative of Avalon Evernight' while still 'maintaining my essential nature as Berserker of Joy' and it's making my head hurt!"
"I think the key is to find a balance," Rimuru suggested. "Maybe focus less on formal phrasing and more on expressing genuine feelings in a slightly more... controlled manner?"
Their impromptu speech workshop was interrupted by the arrival of Ramiris, accompanied by Tiamat and several other maids. The Supreme Monarch surveyed the banquet preparations with approval before noticing Milim's distressed expression.
"Ceremonial address difficulties?" he inquired with intuitive understanding.
"She's worried about her farewell speech," Rimuru explained.
"Ah, the eternal challenge of formal communication," Ramiris nodded sympathetically. "Queen Gilgamesh's standards can be rather... exacting."
"She made me rewrite it three times!" Milim complained. "And it still sounds all wrong!"
Ramiris considered this, then offered unexpected advice. "Perhaps instead of trying to sound like the other maids, you might simply speak from your position as Berserker of Joy? After all, your role in our court is to embody authentic enthusiasm, not to replicate Queen Gilgamesh's imperial formality."
Milim's eyes widened with sudden understanding. "So I should just be... me? But maybe slightly less shouty?"
"Precisely," Ramiris confirmed with an encouraging smile. "Authentic but refined—the perfect balance for diplomatic communication."
"I can do that!" Milim declared, immediately crumpling her labored draft and tossing it aside. "Thanks, Supreme Monarch! You're the best boss ever!"
As she bounded away to prepare her revised approach, Ramiris turned to Rimuru with amusement. "The socialization process continues. Finding one's unique expression within formal structures is perhaps the most challenging aspect of court integration."
"I'm still amazed at how she's adapted," Rimuru admitted. "Three weeks ago, the idea of Milim worrying about proper diplomatic address would have seemed impossible."
"Growth often occurs most dramatically where it's least expected," Tiamat observed serenely. "The Berserker of Joy has found purpose in service, and purpose provides powerful motivation for development."
Their conversation was interrupted by the arrival of early guests for the farewell banquet. Dignitaries from neighboring nations had arrived to witness the departure of the celestial visitors, curiosity overcoming any initial reservations. Among them, King Edmaris of Falmuth approached with careful respect.
"Demon Lord Rimuru, Supreme Monarch Ramiris," he greeted them formally. "Falmuth wishes to extend appreciation for the invitation to this significant occasion."
"Your presence honors us," Ramiris replied with diplomatic precision. "Cultural exchanges benefit from diverse perspectives."
The king nodded, then ventured a more personal observation. "I must admit, when your floating city first appeared above Tempest, many of us feared the worst. The demonstration of power was... concerning."
"Understandable," Ramiris acknowledged. "Novel experiences often trigger defensive responses. Yet diplomacy allows us to transform initial alarm into mutual benefit."
"Indeed," agreed the king, clearly relieved by the peaceful outcome. "Falmuth has learned much from observing your interactions with Tempest. Perhaps most importantly, we've gained new perspective on the benefits of peaceful coexistence with monster nations."
"A valuable lesson," Ramiris noted with subtle emphasis. "One that will hopefully endure beyond our visit."
The diplomatic subtext was clear—Ramiris's departure did not mean the protection of Tempest would end. King Edmaris clearly understood, bowing slightly in acknowledgment before moving on to greet other guests.
As the hall filled with dignitaries and citizens, the atmosphere grew festive. The maids of Avalon Evernight mingled with the crowd, each having developed connections during their stay. Arcueid chatted animatedly with Veldora about interdimensional literature, BB demonstrated magical techniques to fascinated apprentice mages, and even Queen Gilgamesh engaged in what appeared to be almost friendly conversation with Tempest's treasury officials.
The formal portion of the evening began with Rimuru's address—a heartfelt expression of gratitude for the knowledge and friendships formed during the unexpected visit. He concluded by extending a permanent welcome to return, should Avalon Evernight's travels ever bring them back to their reality.
Then came the maids' ceremonial farewells, each addressing the gathering with personalized remarks. Tiamat spoke of growth and nurturing connections, Queen Gilgamesh acknowledged the "surprisingly adequate hospitality" (high praise from her), and others offered insights and appreciation appropriate to their roles.
When Milim's turn came, a hush fell over the crowd, curiosity evident on every face. She stepped forward in her formal maid attire, took a deep breath, and began speaking with unusual composure.
"When I first challenged Supreme Monarch Ramiris to battle, I was just looking for a fun fight with someone super strong," she began candidly. "I didn't expect to find a whole new purpose. Being Berserker of Joy in the court of Avalon Evernight means I get to be me—but a better, stronger, more awesome version of me!"
Her natural enthusiasm began to shine through, but tempered with newfound thoughtfulness. "Tempest has always been my special place because Rimuru is my best friend. Now I have two special places—and I promise to be a super amazing representative of both!"
She concluded with a formal bow that would have made Queen Gilgamesh proud, before adding with irrepressible Milim-ness: "And I'm totally going to practice my new powers somewhere safe so I don't accidentally break anything important!"
The crowd erupted in appreciative applause—partly for the speech itself, but perhaps more for the evident growth it represented. Queen Gilgamesh, standing nearby, gave a small nod of approval that clearly meant more to Milim than the general acclaim.
Finally, Ramiris himself addressed the gathering. His natural charisma and authority filled the hall without effort, commanding attention through presence rather than volume.
"People of Tempest, honored guests, friends we've made during our stay," he began, golden eyes sweeping the room. "What began as a simple vacation has become something more meaningful—a reminder that connections can form across the most improbable boundaries."
His gaze rested briefly on Rimuru. "In our travels throughout the multiverse, we have encountered countless civilizations, yet few have demonstrated the unique harmony of Tempest—a realm where differences become strengths rather than divisions. This quality resonates with Avalon Evernight's own fundamental nature, creating a harmony none could have predicted."
He gestured to his maids, standing in formal arrangement behind him. "Though we depart tomorrow with the rising sun, connections once formed transcend mere physical proximity. The knowledge exchanged, friendships formed, and agreements established remain—bridges between our realms that distance cannot diminish."
With a subtle gesture, Ramiris manifested a small crystal sphere that hovered above his palm