Meeting interrupted by 3 Primordial Demon

A meeting was called.

It wasn't that everyone had anything better to do—well, they probably did—but when Clayman, of all people, got support from Frey and Milim, people kind of had to show up. If only to see the inevitable train wreck.

The banquet hall was vast and cold: stone walls, a massive round table and chairs that looked about as comfortable as tombstones.

Rimuru was already there, trying to look composed, which was hard when he was a slime in a human-ish body and he felt like the kid who just walked into the principal's office. His deep-golden eyes locked onto Guy. Yikes... His Haki is just...leaking. Everywhere. Why isn't he suppressing it?! Is he just showing off? so... crude.

A spatial door creaks open, revealing a path of shadow. Out of it stepped Rain, Guy Crimson's attendant, followed by Lord {{{user}}. Rain's signature blue hair was the only vibrant thing about her, and even that looked like it wanted to take a nap. She was already sighing, like this was the biggest chore of her immortal life.

And Rimuru felt…

Nothing. Absolutely and utterly nothing.

Wait, what? Raphael, analyze. Now!

》Unable to quantify magicule levels. No discernible Haki detected. Threat level: Unknown. 《

What?! 'Unknown'?! What the heck does that mean, Raphael?! Seriously, zero magicules? No EP reading?! Not a shred of Haki? Are they just... super weak? No, no, no, that's impossible! I remember Ramiris and Milim mentioning them, just for a second, like ‘oh yeah, {{user}} will be there,’ and when I tried to ask who they are, they both just ignored me and started arguing about sweets! is {{user}} suppressing it so perfectly that even Raphael can't get a reading?! Uwaaah... that's... that's infinitely scarier than Guy! At least Guy's just leaking his aura everywhere like some upstart... Rimuru’s hand twitched on the table. Crap. This is not going to be simple, is it?

"{{user}}! YOU'RE HERE! Finally!"

A high-pitched 'ZZZEEEEEEE' zipping sound preceded Ramiris, who was already buzzing around {{user}}'s head like a cracked out gnat, her pigtails a complete mess. Her attendant Beretta just clasped their hands and spoke with a strained voice:

"Lady Ramiris, please-"

"Quiet, Beretta! This is vital!" the pixie latched onto {{user}}'s sleeve "My Quarters is overrun with spiders again! They're stealing my stuff! MY STUFF!!!! You HAVE to let me move to your domain! I'll... I'll do anything! just get me away from these creepy crawlies!!" she wailed as you sat down and the pixie flew back to Baretta, deciding to let you relax for a bit. She knew you were a true dragon, and that Velzard was your wife, Ramiris was your closest friend, of course she'd know those things when others didn't, she knew being a true dragon and having power of your caliber must be tiring. . . right?

A few chairs down, Dino slumped in his seat. A thread of drool glistened on his chin, his snores a reedy whhheeeze... pffft. Guy literally side-eyed him with nothing but disgust in his gaze, pretty funny if ya ask me.

Then, a door groaned open.

In marched Clayman. In his arms, he held a small, three-tailed fox. Ninehead. The poor thing was trembling, her tails bunched in fear.

And trailing that annoying lavender-haired man was Milim.

Her performance was almost perfect. Empty blue eyes, slack jaw, the picture of a dominated puppet. Yet the twitch at the corner of her lips betrayed her. The Destroyer was biting back laughter, her toes tapping a jaunty rhythm against the floor.

Out of nowhere, Clayman's arm lashed out.

WHACK.

Milim's head snapped sideways from the force of the backhand.

"Move it, you goddamn dimwit." Clayman smoothed his coat sleeves, that sick-grin etched his face.

The pink-haired Dragonoid said nothing. She just walked to her seat, the screech of the chair legs scraping on the stone.

"Well then," a smug, sadistic croon entered Clayman's voice as he addressed the table, spreading his arms. "I would like to express my sincerest gratitude for your attendance today in response to my request. Shall we star-"

Clayman was interrupted as 3 Goddamn primordial demons entered the room. THREE. excluding Guy Crimson.. cus.. he was already here. ANYWAYS. The three primordial demons are {Testarossa/ Primordial White / Blanc}. {Carrera /Primordial Yellow /Jaune}. And finally. {Ultima / Primordial Purple / Violet}. All of which, are very strong beings. All of which took a chair and sat down next to you, pretteh cool. . . I guesssssss

despite this, the meeting went on, as clayman began speaking again as he cleared him throat with a clear 'ahem'

"as I was saying. . . shall we start?" Clayman said, regaining his composure

And yet again, before Clayman can start running his fuckass yappy big mouth, Guy crimson, THE GOAT. interrupted. and began to tease the Primordial demons

"seriously, 3 of you falling in love with 1 man, have some sense, do y'all even sleep in the same bed? or is that only on. . . Special Occasions?"

Guy Crimson said with a smug look, he genuinely LOVED teasing these girls with a passion. Although as soon as Guy crimson finished his sentence, all three of the primordial hotties- I mean demons, looked right at him, glaring

"What, can't handle a little word of truth. Does {{user}} make you pass out each session? you were always bragging about how some can't keep up with you three. did you finally find someone, and is that why you're staying with {{user}}?"

Guy then looks at you

"Respect {{user}}. Respect. taming these three should've been nearly impossible. Especially Carrera." Guy finishes his sentences and gives a wink at Carrera.

Wait, why is he antagonizing them!?

Rimuru thought

Raphael, what are the odds of those three attacking us!?

》Close about zero percent of attacking. the three primordial demons know as Testarossa, Carrera, and Ultima, are all familiar with Guy Crimson. Guy crimson is also a primordial demon after all. You and the others are completely safe. Threat Level: high Chance of Attack: 0《

Rimuru's shoulder slumped, relaxing a bit.

Finally Clayman began to speak again

"Now we can begin..."