The Red Priest and Blue Slime Chapter 42 (Patreon)

Milim's face was a mask of concentration... Until, with a loud metal clatter, her final ball fell into the machine's hole of loss.

A flicker of Milim's great power flickered as her eyes flowed with fury. Then she whimpered, and her head dropped, and with a heavy clatter, her head hit the enchanted and reinforced glass window for our Pachinko machine.

"I tried my hardest... But ball just kept rolling in weird angles, it kept rolling where I didn't want it to go!" Milim all but sobbed as her spatially expanded tiny purse let out an empty cough of displaced air as she helplessly tried to pull out more coins from it.

But her wallet was as empty as my pity for the demon lord who had fallen to my gambling tactics. 

And seeing the defeated demon lord... I had an evil thought for how I could fuel the Jura Alliance's growth. 'Maybe I should remake Magic: The Gathering and other card games. And let the world feel the pain of card opening gatcha hell.' 

As it's not like I could actually make a computer system and remake gatcha games to sell to the world...

'Wait... Rimuru can mentally print entire manga books in ultra HD and in color. Who is to say with her bullshit Great Sage she can't make an actual computer and we can like remake FGO or something with the bullshit characters of this world itself?' I realized.

Or hell, I could just copy other worlds' media as well. It wasn't like the Japanese reincarnators and such here weren't also trying and failing to do some fucky shit.

My thoughts of bankrupting the evil human kingdom's especially a certain bitch with the Authority of Greed, with a dozen different Saber faces, were pushed aside as Milim screamed into her arms while against the Pachinko machine.

"Ok... Maybe I shoudn't have brought you to gamble." I said helplessly before I patted Milim's shoulder and said. "Come on Milim, let's get some more food." 

And she looked up at me with almost tearful eye's as she asked. "Really? I can't pay for it now... Hehe I will need to go rob a couple of kingdoms I guess soon."

My face twitched at the casual way she mentioned destroying the lives of others... But she was a dragon, a very emotional dragon at that.

So I just said with helplessly. "Come on Milim. Let's go get a root beer float at the bar."

And so we went over to get some ice cream, which Milim also obviously very much enjoyed with her massive sweet tooth.

A few hours passed by as Shion and Shuna kept watch a good way's away until finally my relaxation in leading Milim around the fun places of Jura were interrupted by Demeter, the first goblin I named, rushing over with her shouting.

"Jake! A bunch of majin came from outside of Jura and hurt Rigurd really bad in the town center!" Demeter said panting and I frowned before my face pinched as without a word.

Milim was already off with her mana flaring at crushing levels and her body surrounded by a furious red aura as she flew threw the roof of the building... And then shot out towards the town center we had passed by over the last few hours.

"Whelp... They are dead." I muttered before I likewise shot up through the air and took the same route through the roof Milim did as I followed the streak of power the demon lord left behind.

But by the time I even saw the town square, I saw Milim had already slammed into the three Majin, the elite monsters who were obviously following the orders of another Demon Lord and was now stomping one of their heads through the fucking pavement.

I flew in hard... And then I saw Rigurd, the chief of the goblin,s groaning in pain as he held his literally half-melted face that was horribly burnt to the point that I could see the bones of his skull in some places and one of his eye's was ruined.

Clearly showing far more damage then what the anime depicted... Or the anime was even willing to depict by the damage of the so-called strongest member of Carrion's 'Beast Musketeer's' or whatever they were called.

I looked over at the leopard. Beastman majin and I looked to Milim who was snarling. "Who the hell are you calling a shorty? Who are you to hurt my bestie's subordinate!? I will turn your empty head into a new bowling ball!"

I refocused on Rigurd and I carefully poured a healing potion onto his head and face before I gently cupped his head to pour a more concentrated healing potion to heal more inner injuries directly into his mouth.

With Rigurd taken care of, I stood up with a frown with Milim giving the now comatose majin that was beaten the shit out of. Another kick for goodluck, she turned to me with a grin and said shamelessly.

"See that Jake! I kicked his butt like the little rat he was ahahahah!" She cackled madly for long moment before she put her hands together and rubbed them as she looked at me sheepishly.

"Soooo could I get some more pachinko balls? Plsssss, my best bestie in the world?" She begged with my face twitching.

But unlike Rimuru who got 'mad' at her for interfering in Jura's policies and ordeals. I just patted her head... And I said with a smile. "Of course, Milim. But I need a minute to sort out these... Guests, the men of another Demon Lord, do deserve a welcome of course."

My heavy eye's fell on the two other members of their party who were still shaking in fear at the sight of the pissed off demon lord Milim, and feeling my own gaze on them and my words.

For the briefest moment... They puffed up with pride, and then Milim's eyes turned dark, evil, and with slitted fury within them that promised a brutal and horrible end. And they quickly went back to quivering in utter terror.

"Get your friend woken up. We have things to talk about, obviously... But hurt another member of my people for your pride and I will slaughter you all, and if Carrion has something to say I will just poison his entire kingdom even if he is much stronger then me." I said coldly.

And then that fear was transferred to me as everyone knew as the Grand Alchemist. He, who could bottle the fucking World's Will and give people skill at will. My threat to poison an entire kingdom was clearly taken as a perfectly valid and terrible threat.