Theresa circled around Theresis like a child, but her eyes were filled with uncontrollable sorrow.

"When it first disappeared... I was quite confused, but... I later realized that it doesn't really matter whether the Black Crown is there or not."

“Those Sarkaz will still stand by my side and look forward to me building a new home for them.”

Theresa suddenly stopped, then turned around with a smile to face Theresis.

"Just like before, I will do my best."

Seeing the relaxed expression on Theresa's face, Theresa breathed a sigh of relief.

But soon, he looked up at the sky in a daze.

The black crown disappeared from Theresa's head, but it didn't grow back on her head either.

It didn't grow on the heads of other royal rulers either.

"Brother, I bet you're wondering where the Black Crown is, right?"

Hearing the familiar address, Therese, who was looking up at the sky, was taken aback.

He lowered his head, looking at Theresa with a bewildered expression.

Theresa was still smiling.

As always, her smile remained radiant, seemingly capable of washing away all the weariness from one's soul.

"I know."

Therese blinked.

"For the Sarkaz, that should be an ideal place filled with warmth."

"Away from strife and prejudice, one can laugh freely and do as one pleases..."

Theresa suddenly fell silent.

She turned her head away, a hint of regret flashing in her eyes.

To be honest, even though she only stayed in Sherag for a short time, Theresa herself wanted to stay there.

Looking into Theresa's eyes, Theresa didn't know what to say.

"…fine."

It's still those same three dry words.

Therese did not inquire further about the location of the Black Crown.

For Sarkaz, the black crown truly represents his identity as the Demon King.

But Theresis never cared about the crown.

"...Does anyone else know about this?"

Therese sat on the ground, and Theresa squatted in front of him, resting her chin on her hand as she looked at him.

"What did you say? The Black Crown, or that beautiful utopia?"

Therese spoke casually.

"The crown, perhaps."

"The place the banshees are going to this time must be the ideal world, right?"

Theresa nodded.

"indeed."

"But as for the crown..."

Theresa smiled at Theresis.

"I don't know."

"But Ascalon should know, I haven't asked her."

Therese was speechless.

"You... never mind."

"Be careful, some people with ulterior motives might approach you."

Without the crown, Theresa had to rely on herself to distinguish between the loyal and the treacherous.

Theresa nodded.

"Don't worry, I'm not someone who can't even kill a chicken."

"By the way, your student is back."

Therese immediately stopped talking and turned around to look.

"teacher."

Manfred waved to Therese from inside the valley.

……

Enya clung to Yera's leg, hiding behind her, and curiously peered at the banshees who were coming down.

Yera shielded Enya behind her, her eyes shining.

Wow.

So this is what a banshee is!

The doctor said this is a rare species!

Does my little Sherag have bears, squirrels, rabbits, snow leopards, ponies, banshees, and so on...?

I remember the professor once said that he had raised a penguin, but he forgot about it on the way and lost it.

Yera immediately pictured a penguin in her mind, and a sense of excitement stirred within her.

broken.

What if I want to collect some of them?

It's all the doctor's fault.

It has brought too many new races to itself, but that's actually a good thing.

lively.

Lamaren noticed Yera's gaze and subtly glanced at her out of the corner of her eye, feeling a chill run down her spine.

Why does this guy's gaze seem so strange?

and…

The aura emanating from this guy is also quite strange.

Is moving the whole family to Shelag really a good choice?

Forget it.

Come here.

There's no going back now that things have come to this.

Lamarle suppressed her thoughts and walked towards the doctor with her head held high.

"Hello, Ms. Ramalen, I am the Doctor, and on behalf of Rhodes Island and Kjerag, I welcome the Banshees to the fold."

The doctor extended his hand to Lamaren.

Lamaren raised her hand and gently grasped it.

Yera picked up Enya, who was still very young, and walked over to Lamaren.

The excessive enthusiasm in her eyes had dissipated, replaced by a peaceful expression.

“Lady Lamaren, hello. Please come with me. I will take you to the place where your succubi live.”

Ramalyn gazed at Yera with curiosity. In Ramalyn's eyes, Yera's aura seemed to originate from the same source as the sacred mountain hidden deep within Sherag.

Lamaren followed Yera quietly behind her.

More than 900 female demons followed closely behind.

The doctor stroked his chin, frowning as he watched the banshee's retreating figure.

Is that all?

He looked at Aifanier with some confusion.

Aifanir paused for a moment, then nodded with a complicated expression.

"These are the only remaining banshees."

Upon hearing Aphrodite's confirmation, the Doctor's eyes widened slightly.

Endangered species!

But there's still a problem.

What exactly can these female demons do?

We can't just let them eat and drink for free, can we?

The doctor looked at Aphrodite, a thought suddenly occurring to him.

"Hey, can your Word of Power be used to modify the environment?"

Aifanier was taken aback.

Environmental modification?

of course can!

……

A corner of the Shelag Basin.

A small river, formed by the melting snow from the high mountains, flows through the center of this valley. Lamaren stands beside the river, looking around.

The ground was covered in snow.

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