That's right—this is the first B-grade tool that Granstar has synthesized in recent days using rare monster materials.
Its sole function is teleportation. These [Teleportation Cubes] come in pairs—one serves as the anchor point, while the other creates a temporary teleportation vortex when imbued with magicules.
Granstar harvested the materials shortly after Rimuru entered his evolutionary slumber as a Demon Lord. During this period, Granstar encountered and subdued a B-rank spatial-attributed creature in the depths of the Jura Forest—an extremely rare sight even among Unique Monsters.
Unfortunately, it was the only one he came across. Thus, he was only able to synthesize a single functioning pair of [Teleportation Cubes].
"Granstar, this cube of yours is crazy useful! Can it be mass-produced?" Rimuru asked, his eyes glittering as he held the shimmering object. "This is basically the legendary summoning item for team fights! I'll never get jumped again!"
"What nonsense are you spewing now?" Granstar snapped, clearly unimpressed. "There's only one set. These materials are practically impossible to get again. Guard it with your life—if anything ever goes south, use it to summon me."
Rimuru pouted, but he understood. Mass production was wishful thinking. The fact that Granstar could even make one was already a miracle.
"Is that the Dwarven capital up ahead? Whoa, their city gate is enormous!" Rimuru blinked in admiration at the massive stone structure.
Granstar's sharp eyes studied the architecture. "Hmm. Impressive craftsmanship. No doubt forged under the direction of their legendary ruler."
"Yeah," Rimuru nodded seriously. "Their king—Gazel Dwargo—is known as the Hero King. He's strong, disciplined, and fair, but we still don't know his stance on monsters, so let's tread carefully."
"A king titled 'Hero'... intriguing." A flicker of interest crossed Granstar's usually stoic expression.
He had a keener sense of power than Rimuru and could already tell that Gazel wasn't someone to underestimate.
"You're here to recruit technical experts, right?" Granstar asked. "I'll scout the city on my own and gather intel. Might get better results that way."
"You wanna split up?"
"Yeah."
Rimuru considered it and nodded. "Alright, but don't stir up trouble."
"I won't. If you finish first, go back. I'll return via teleportation."
With that, translucent wings formed from compressed magicules sprouted from Granstar's back. He launched into the sky as a sleek streak of blue, vanishing into the clouds toward the capital.
"Hey! Be civil and line up! At least take me with you—ah, forget it!" Rimuru waved after him, muttering, annoyed but also amused.
"Will Lord Granstar be alright on his own...?" Gobta asked nervously.
Rimuru rolled his eyes. "Don't sweat it. That cold-hearted guy is ridiculously strong. He's probably the last person we need to worry about."
The other adventurers stayed quiet. Only Rimuru could speak so casually about Granstar. To the rest of them, he was a distant and revered figure—decisive, powerful, and awe-inspiring. Unlike Rimuru's approachable charm, Granstar was an untouchable warrior.
Yet Rimuru couldn't shake the feeling that his powerful friend might attract more trouble than he bargained for.
"Let's line up and head in."
Rimuru didn't have the ability to fly, nor did he enjoy flaunting power without cause. That's why he preferred doing things the civil way.
But...
"You filthy monsters think you can stand in front of me? Get lost, you freaks!"
There's always someone looking for a beating.
…
As expected, things quickly escalated. Rimuru and the others found themselves temporarily detained by the Dwarven Guard.
Then came urgent news.
"Emergency at the mines! Armored Dinosaurs sighted! Several miners are injured—badly!"
"What? Have they been subdued?"
"Not yet, but the subjugation force is on their way. The real problem is the injured—our recovery potions are completely depleted, and the city reserves are locked down under wartime protocol..."
The plot played out similarly to Rimuru's original encounter. Without hesitation, he produced healing potions and even shared a bottle of high-grade magic potion.
…
Meanwhile, Granstar had already infiltrated the city—completely undetected.
Landing quietly on a secluded terrace, he dismissed his wings and returned to his normal, imposing form.
"So this is the Dwarven Kingdom... clean, orderly, and full of interesting races." His keen eyes scanned the crowd—elves, beastmen, humans, and dwarves, all coexisting in a unique harmony.
He blended in seamlessly, but his beauty did not go unnoticed.
"Wow, that guy's stunning! Is he an elf prince or something?"
"So... beautiful~!"
Granstar ignored the whispers. His cold gaze was fixed elsewhere—already calculating his next move in this complex, neutral nation.
What Granstar hadn't anticipated was how heaven-defying his appearance was in the capital of Dwargon—especially in the eyes of women.
The stares, murmurs, and not-so-subtle squeals made Granstar's expression darken. He could accept the admiration of young ladies to a degree, but the reactions from the men? That was unexpected—and annoying.
Before long, he was surrounded by a group of human women, all of them drawn to his ethereal presence. After all, an elven man with translucent wings and a refined, otherworldly aura wasn't something you saw every day, even in a nation as diverse as Rimuru's.
Granstar looked troubled, responding to their flurry of questions with vague, polite answers. Just when he thought he could slip away, the road ahead was blocked—and trouble followed.
A patrol of the Dwarven Guard, clad in standard armor, noticed the commotion and assumed something was wrong. They charged over with practiced urgency.
"Sigh…"
Granstar let out a weary breath. He just wanted to take a casual stroll through Rimuru City. Now, not only was his walk interrupted, but he might end up hauled in for questioning. What a way to ruin his reputation—especially if Rimuru heard about it.
No way was he going down like that.
With a flick of his wings, Granstar became a blue blur, soaring into the air and vanishing in the blink of an eye.
"Wait! Mister Elf! At least tell us your name!"
Granstar broke into a cold sweat and accelerated. That was the last thing he needed—romantic entanglements.
By the time the Dwarven Guards reached the scene, Granstar was long gone. All that remained were the disappointed and unusually intense glares of several women.
"…We messed up."
"Yeah… why did we even run over?"
"Go report this. A flying male elf just caused a disturbance. The higher-ups need to know. He might be a rogue or worse—an unregistered resident."
The other guards nodded, their expressions stiff. None of them wanted to explain this fiasco to their superiors.
Had Granstar heard them, he would've laughed in disbelief. Him, a public menace? Ridiculous. He'd slap each of them silly—if it weren't beneath him.
Gliding through the air, Granstar reached one of the taller watchtowers, when he spotted something unusual on the ground: a unit of elite dwarves—clearly part of Dwargon's rapid-response corps—rushing with urgency.
His curiosity piqued, Granstar quietly followed, floating overhead while remaining out of sight. Soon, the dwarves' urgent voices reached his ears.
"Captain! Reports confirm a mutated B-grade Armored Dinosaur broke into the central mining tunnel! Casualties are confirmed! The King has given immediate authorization—subdue the target at all costs!"
"What?! How'd a B-grade variant even make it this far inland? What were the outer sentries doing?"
The squad captain barked orders, increasing pace as tension mounted.
A mutated Armored Dinosaur with B-grade strength…
Granstar's eyes gleamed. He'd been short on materials for his latest crafting experiments—and this was practically a gift from the heavens.
Without hesitation, he followed the squad at a distance, silent and sharp-eyed.
Perfect. Let's see if this beast is worthy prey… or just spare parts.