It have been days now after the trio resive the king invitation of knighthood, though tempting but they do smell something fishy is adding up from not just the invitation alone but from the very preson that give them the invitation so a temporary plans need to be make quickly.

Strolled down the castle hallways, Rimuru mind half-occupied with thoughts on all the Soldiers and the Knights after he left the training grounds he had just visited with Rudeus. The atmosphere of the place was not like what he seen in Tempest.

Though yes soldiers do honing their skills, they do it individualy with wooden swords. But that doesn't mean they don't practice together since when it come to formations they always do it in groups from the dozens above.

But still the sound of wood weapons clashing, and the sense of discipline did a great job on reminded Rimuru of the medieval aesthetics he was in right now.

As he approached their shared chamber of his group, Rimuru casually pushed open the heavy wooden door, expecting to find the room empty with light shine dimly through window. Instead, he froze in his tracks as his eyes landed on Rory standing near the bed.

The reason for that reaction is because Rory who only had awaken from her slumber is in the middle of her change out of her nightgown, while, her usual armor and robes laid neatly on the bed nearby ready to be worn.

Immediately Rimuru’s face flushed turning into a tomato, littaly as he turned away, throwing up his hands in an attempt to block his eyes from looking more. "Ah—sorry! I didn’t mean to walk in on you!" he stammered, quickly retreating toward the door to give Rory her privacy. "I’ll come back later!"

But before he could make his escape, Rory's playful voice stopped him in his tracks. "Now hold it right there, Slime Boy."

Rimuru froze, his hand hovering over the door handle. Dare not to turned his head slightly, while Rory smirk up in amusement. "You know— It's a bit rude walking in like that without knocking first."

Swallow a grub, Rimuru speak up again with somewhat awkward and scared voice "Rory, I really didn’t mean to interrupt. I’ll just—"

"Oh, don’t be such a prude—," she interrupted Rimuru words cutting of what ever the justify gonna be and continue with her sentence. "You’ve seen worse, haven’t you? Or are you pretending to be all innocent now?" her tone dripping with amusement, wanting to peel this politeness of his or atlest that what she view at.

Sighed, knowing there was no easy way out of this situation so he just counting with his justify. "I’m not pretending, Rory. This is just... awkward, okay? So I’ll step out and you can finish changing."

While anyone in this would just let it go and continue with their activity but Rory is the opposite with anyone. Instead of letting him leave, Rory took a step forward, her bare feet tap against the stone floor. And before Rimuru could react, she grabbed his arm and, with surprising strength, pulled him toward the bed. Caught off guard by her sudden move, Rimuru find himself stumbled and pint right on the mattress of the bed by non other then Rory herself

"Rory! What are you doing!!?" he asked, his voice a mix of panic and exasperation follow up with a shocking look written all over his flawless face.

Leaned down, Rory face was closing to his, her mischievous grin never fading. "There a war going on near." She said while the warm breath gliding throw Rimuru each time she breath.

"A war? What that have to do with this?!!" Rimuru ask, trying to pull away, but her grip was firm.

Rory chuckled, clearly enjoying his discomfort but she doesn't shy way on answering Rimuru question.

crawl up and Lean near his ear, rory speak up with a husky voice "I'm an Apostle of Emroy—" as she explaining she pushed Rimuru back onto the bed when he try to sit up, her grin widening as he struggled to prop himself up on his elbows then continue with her explanation.

"That mean I take my power, my pleasure in the fight and similar with that of a sexual pleasure if I don't satisfied it i get really really—"

"Okay, okay, I get it!!," Rimuru said out loud interrupting Rory explains, his voice strained and tense as he tried to wriggle out of her hold. "I'll ask [Raphael]-sensei to find an alternative, so can you let me go now?!"

"Let you go? But I’m just getting started~" she teased, her tone playful but with a hint of challenge but her intense was clear, she ain't gonna let Rimuru out of this anytime soon.

"Rory..." Rimuru groaned then turn his flushed face away and didn’t know whether to be annoyed or impressed by her boldness.

Then Rory finally let out a laugh, releasing him and standing upright. "Relax, I’m just teasing with you, you big softie. But you should’ve seen your face—priceless!"

Though still a bit confuse, Rimuru still sat up, rubbing the back of his neck and giving her a flat look. "You really have a unique sense of humor, don’t you?" He said.

Shrugged, Rory let her gown fall right on to the stone floor then slipping on her outer robe with an air of nonchalance. "What can I say? Life’s more fun when you don’t take everything so seriously. Plus I'm not intialy lying about the As an Apostle of Emroy thing"

Hearing that Rimuru just sigh and shaking his head as he stood up. "You’re going to give me a heart attack one day, you know that?"

"Well, you’re a slime, aren’t you? Slime don't get heart attack right~?" she replied with a wink, finally pulling on her clothing and boots.

As Rory finished getting dressed, Rimuru couldn’t help but think that traveling with someone like her was as exhausting as it was entertaining. But one thing was for sure—life with Rory Mercury was never a dull moment.