The sun rose over Rimuru, casting a pale light on the city that had barely survived the brutal siege. Though the immediate threat from Galdros had retreated, Padrino could sense the unease that clung to the streets like mist. Every corner of the city bore signs of the recent battle—broken walls, damaged homes, and weary faces. But beyond the physical destruction, Padrino knew the most fragile thing now was trust: trust in him as a leader, and trust in the future of the Kingdom of Rimuru.
Padrino had barely slept since the battle, instead walking the streets, talking to the villagers, and making sure reconstruction was underway. His soldiers and council members had been equally tireless, but today was different. Today, he had to address the deeper fractures left behind by the war.
The Noble Discontent
In the dimly lit halls of the castle, the nobles gathered for a second emergency council meeting. The atmosphere was tense, and Padrino could feel the weight of their stares. Many of them had once been firm allies, but fear and doubt had grown in the wake of Galdros' assault. Some of the nobles, their faces tight with apprehension, had even begun to wonder if they had chosen the wrong side.
Marko stood by Padrino's side, his posture stiff but alert. Asuna and Hinata were there too, the latter looking somewhat pale from her recent overuse of magic but determined nonetheless. Prince Benimaru, who had been instrumental in calming some of the more vocal critics, sat quietly, observing the room.
"We cannot deny the losses we've suffered," Padrino began, his voice measured but firm. "Galdros has pushed us to our limits, and while we fought back bravely, it's clear we need to rethink our strategy moving forward."
A noble, a stout man with a thick mustache, spoke first. "Rethink, yes. But can we even sustain another attack of that magnitude? Some of us believe it's time to open negotiations—find a way to ensure Galdros doesn't return."
Another noblewoman, her face pale and drawn, nodded in agreement. "My estate barely survived. How can we promise safety to our people when Galdros outnumbers us so heavily?"
Marko's eyes flashed with irritation, but he held his tongue. Padrino gestured for calm before addressing the group.
"I understand your fears," Padrino said. "But let me make one thing clear: Galdros will not be appeased by mere negotiations. Their goal is our complete submission. If we open the door to peace talks now, it's only a matter of time before they demand everything from us—our land, our people, our freedom."
A silence fell over the room, heavy with the implications of his words. Some of the nobles glanced at one another uneasily, while others nodded in grim agreement.
"We need to show strength," Padrino continued, "but we also need allies. That is why I've sent envoys to the neighboring kingdoms of Estrielle and Varn. We must forge alliances to stand against Galdros, not just as Rimuru, but as part of a united front."
The murmurs started again, but this time, they were less hostile. The idea of reaching out for support seemed to ease some of the anxiety in the room.
Prince Benimaru leaned forward slightly. "The royal family of Varn has no love for Galdros. If they see that our cause is just, they may be willing to offer military aid. Estrielle, on the other hand, values trade. If we promise them favorable terms, they may send resources and craftsmen to help us rebuild."
Asuna stepped forward. "In the meantime, we need to strengthen the people's morale. Let them know that their sacrifices are not in vain, that we are working to secure the future of Rimuru."
The noble with the mustache spoke again, but this time with a more thoughtful tone. "And what if these alliances fail? What if Galdros comes sooner than we expect?"
Padrino met his gaze. "Then we fight. But we'll fight with everything we have—knowing we didn't face them alone."
The People's Rally
Outside the castle, Padrino and his closest council members moved through the city streets, speaking directly to the people. The mood in the city had shifted since the battle. Where there had been fear and despair, now there was a cautious sense of hope, tempered by uncertainty. Villagers worked side by side, patching up homes and clearing debris, while soldiers patrolled, keeping a watchful eye for any signs of a second attack.
Hinata, though still recovering, accompanied Padrino as they visited the outskirts of Rimuru, where many of the farmers had been affected by the siege. She used her magic sparingly, healing wounds where she could and offering words of encouragement.
As they stopped by a group of villagers rebuilding a destroyed barn, an older man, his hands calloused from years of labor, looked up at Padrino with a tired but determined expression.
"We heard about the council meeting, my lord," the man said. "Some of us feared you'd abandon us—cut deals with Galdros to save the city."
Padrino knelt beside the man, meeting his gaze levelly. "I made a promise to protect Rimuru, and I will not betray that. Galdros will never take this city, not while I stand."
The man nodded slowly, relief softening the hard lines of his face. "We'll follow you then. Whatever comes next, we'll stand with you."
As Padrino stood, he felt the weight of the people's trust pressing down on him. These were the ones who would suffer first if he failed, the ones who would lose their homes, their families, their lives. The cost of leadership had never felt heavier.
Preparations for War
Over the next few weeks, Rimuru braced itself for what would come next. Marko led the military efforts, drilling new recruits and fortifying the city's defenses. The engineers worked tirelessly to repair the walls and build new towers that could withstand a longer siege. Farmers from the outskirts brought in extra supplies, stocking the city for a possible blockade. The blacksmiths worked night and day, forging new weapons for the soldiers.
Hinata, though still weak from the battle, focused her energy on preparing the magical defenses of the city. She, along with other mages, created protective wards around key areas, ensuring that if Galdros returned with their own magic, Rimuru would not be caught off guard.
Asuna took charge of rallying the people's spirits. She organized festivals and communal events, where the citizens could come together and feel a sense of unity despite the looming threat. The sight of children playing in the streets and families sharing meals lifted the mood, even as soldiers marched past in their new armor.
Padrino, meanwhile, held meetings with messengers from Estrielle and Varn. The envoys returned with promising news: both kingdoms were willing to consider alliances, though they demanded proof that Rimuru could hold its own. They would not invest in a losing cause.
Padrino knew it was a test. Rimuru had to show strength, not just in battle but in resilience and unity. If they faltered, they would be left alone to face Galdros once more.
A Dark Omen
One evening, as Padrino stood alone on the castle's ramparts, staring out at the darkening horizon, Hinata joined him. The wind tugged at her robes, and she leaned on her staff, still clearly recovering from her wounds.
"Do you feel it?" she asked quietly, her voice carrying a strange tension.
Padrino glanced at her. "Feel what?"
Hinata's eyes, glowing faintly with the remnants of her light magic, met his. "Something is coming. Something darker than before."
Padrino turned his gaze back to the horizon, his jaw tightening. The air around Rimuru had been heavy with tension since the siege, but now, it seemed even the wind carried a warning.
"We'll be ready," he said, though deep inside, he wasn't sure if they truly would be.