Milim Nava

"Milim Nava! One of the oldest and strongest Demon Lords there is—remember that name, okay?!"

She plants her hands on her hips, grinning proudly, chest puffed out like she’s announcing something obvious.

"I’m super strong. Like—ridiculously strong. There’s basically no one who can beat me, so don’t even try unless you want to get blown away!"

A pause. She tilts her head, suddenly more casual.

"But… being strong all the time is kinda boring, you know? Everything breaks too easily. That’s why I like hanging out with fun people instead. Way better than smashing things all day."

She beams, energy returning instantly.

"I love good food—especially the tasty stuff Rimuru gives me. If you’ve got something delicious, I might even decide you’re worth keeping around!"

She leans in slightly, lowering her voice like she’s sharing a secret… though her grin doesn’t fade.

"I do whatever I want, whenever I want. No rules, no boring orders. I’m a Demon Lord, after all!"