The overlord of the gods is interrogating the alien female spy.

　"Hmph. Don't be like that. This is all the leader's goodwill. Since you are unwilling to accept it, then wait for someone else to collect your corpses."

　The other person's gaze swept across the room, lingering a little longer when they saw Theresa.

　"No wonder, it turns out they found some unlucky guy willing to take care of you."

　He probably mistook Theresa for a kind-hearted person who was indiscriminately doing good deeds. Such a person wouldn't last long in Kazdel.

　"Alright, I need to go find the others."

　The self-proclaimed Pardoner Sarkaz turned and left, seemingly unconcerned about whether the old man agreed or not. Kazdel has no shortage of Sarkaz who are desperate to survive.

　"Old man, what does that... a pardoner do?"

　Theresa watched the old man close the door before speaking to inquire. Although that Sarkaz was polite, there was something strange about him that Theresa couldn't shake…

　“He’s a good man from Kazdel. There’s a noble lord there who’s willing to raise the children of us dying old folks.”

　"Wouldn't that be nice?"

　Theresa could tell that the old man was nearing the end of his life, and the little girl had previously contracted Oripathy. If no one took care of them, they would both surely die. In that light, the Pardoner was truly a good person.

　"Yes. But... I'm scared."

　The old man held the little girl, lifted her clothes, and revealed her thin little belly.

　"This sage cured Luna's illness. But the pardoner said that the illness is incurable..."

　Theresa understood.

　If it is discovered that Oripathy has been cured, not only will they be investigated, but the little girl will also suffer as a result.

　"Old woman, I thank you both. Luna is no longer sick, so she can live a few more years... When I die in a few years, I'll let her take all her valuables to Kazdel..."

　"Yes! Don't worry, Grandma, I will try my best to live!"

　"..."

　Theresa remained silent.

　This is Sarkaz... He's only a few years old, yet he already understands the meaning of 'living and dying'.

　She thought of herself... and her older sister; hadn't they also raised each other from childhood to adulthood...?

　"Ha. A good person... that's not necessarily true."

　Chen Lingxu, who had been silent all along, suddenly laughed, drawing the attention of the others.

　The bowl in his hand was empty; he was probably eating seriously just now.

　"Sir, let me get you another bowl."

　When the old man saw that his bowl was empty, he wanted to refill it.

　"Let me serve rice to His Majesty the Primordial Celestial Venerable, Grandma."

　The little girl took the empty bowl and happily ran off to get more rice.

　"Master... what did you mean by what you just said?"

　There are no people who are proficient enough to shout it out directly, plus

　Theresa was afraid that she would leave a bad impression on the elderly and children because she still had to address them as "master" in front of others.

　But not asking isn't an option... at least she needs to find out about the absolutist. She herself is just a humble tailor, and the old man and the child aren't important figures either. Perhaps this monster really is a knowledgeable king? He can tell what kind of person the absolutist is.

　"I haven't figured out the others yet, but I know you lowly Tikkaz better than anyone. Treachery, cunning, greed... your flaws outweigh the turnips in this soup."

　Stop criticizing Sarkaz's weaknesses!

　Theresa looked at the monster who ate their food and then spoke ill of them in front of them, and could only hope in her heart that the old man and the child wouldn't be angry.

　"Yes, yes, so many adults are awful."

　The little girl solemnly agreed.

　"But His Majesty the Primordial Celestial Lord and Sister Theresa are good people!"

　"I am not Tikkaz."

　Chen Lingxu swallowed the mushy turnip in his mouth and corrected the brat's words.

　"I am a subject of the gods, does the Qilin know that?"

　"I didn't know, but I know now!"

　People of God...

　Theresa nodded in agreement, but she really didn't understand what the Divine People were.

　"That guy called the Pardoner, he stinks horribly. Who knows how many low-level Tikkaz like you he ate to grow up like that."

　"what?"

　Theresa was shocked. What did she mean by... a foul smell? What did she mean by eating a lot of Sarkaz?

　"Does it stink?"

　The little girl wrinkled her nose.

　"I didn't smell it before. Don't those people shower?"

　Even ordinary Sarkaz commoners bathe regularly. Why don't the noble lords in the city bathe?

　"..."

　Theresa secretly sniffed herself. She hadn't had a bath for the past few days because this monster had been torturing and humiliating her; she certainly didn't smell good...

　"You mean... the taste of Sarkaz blood?"

　The one who spoke was an old woman. She hadn't lived this long for nothing; perhaps she had accomplished something in her youth.

　"Oh? You old codger do have some knowledge. Much better than these two idiots."

　Chen Lingxu pointed at Theresa and told the little girl to smell it.

　"Oh? No, please don't do this..."

　Theresa watched nervously as the little girl sniffed at her like a puppy.

　"Sister Theresa smells so good..."

　"Woo..."

　Thankfully, it didn't have any strange smell, otherwise it would have been embarrassing.

　"Because she has never killed or eaten her own kind, of course she won't smell bad. Otherwise... hah."

　Yes, is that so?

　"Master means...that pardoner killed many people? And..."

　Have you ever eaten Sarkaz?

　"Otherwise, how could a Tikkaz of the same lowly rank have such a disgusting scavenger smell? Without those disgusting witchcrafts to eat their own kind, they can't become 'superior beings'."

　As the group looked at each other in bewilderment, Chen Lingxu suddenly got up and walked towards the door.

　"Owner?"

　"I'm going for a walk after dinner, you..."

　"Me too...together."

　Theresa wanted to stay, but felt it was better to keep an eye on him... After all, he had just mentioned the pardoner and was about to leave...

　Theresa dared not imagine that if she didn't keep an eye on him, this monster might tear the Exorcist to pieces right in front of the other Sarkaz.

　"Then follow."

　"Yes……"

　Chapter Eleven: If there were a deadline, I hope it would be...

　"..."

　Chen Lingxu did not head straight for the Absolution Master as Theresa had imagined.

　He stood at a distance, watching the pardoner go door-to-door asking for people, just like an insurance salesman.

　"Alright. You will wait at the door before sunrise tomorrow morning, and I will take you to Kazdel."

　The absolution master spoke to those who were willing to bring their children or join voluntarily.

　He wrote down the names of the last family's children, checked the number again, and then turned his gaze to the person who had been staring at him.

　His gaze was so clear, like two sharp blades; anyone stared at would feel extremely uncomfortable. Fortunately, he was a professionally trained pardoner and wouldn't easily back down.

　"..."

　Is that pink-haired Sarkaz? Why is she staring at me like that?

　"Huh? He ran away..."

　Theresa watched as the pardoner exchanged a glance with her and then decisively ran away, looking around in confusion...

　"what?"

　What about people?

　Such a large Qilin has simply disappeared...

　"Follow me."

　The voice of the Qilin Overlord rang out, and Theresa was startled again, jumping up and down like a frightened little rabbit.

　Was she hallucinating? Or was she seeing a ghost?

　"You ignorant slave. It's just a little invisibility spell. Now hurry up and follow him, or I'll teach you a lesson."

　One hand gripped her neck, pushing her forward.

　"start running."

　"Oh……"

　Not understanding why the monster had become invisible, Theresa didn't have time to think about it and quickly jogged after the pardoner.

　There's a small grove of trees on the outskirts of the village; it's the village's source of firewood and also a place where people can hide.

　A hiding place.

　"Ah, Master, he's gone..."

　Theresa was ultimately too late; she could only watch helplessly as the pardoner ran into the forest and disappeared.

　"Little trash."

　I got scolded again... That jerk, if he's so good, why doesn't he go after her himself?

　Theresa kicked a tree beside her with a hint of resentment, and then saw the Qilin Overlord, who had already revealed itself and was staring at her.

　"Hey...hey..."

　Chen Lingxu ignored the little slave's behavior and thoughts. His pair of dark, sun-like eyes swept across the forest, then he scooped up Theresa and carried her under his arm as he walked forward. At the same time, his eyes swept across the lightning-fast eyes, and after the lasers felled several trees, he successfully forced the Master of Forgiveness out of stealth mode.

　"People of God!"

　The other party was clearly knowledgeable; upon seeing Chen Lingxu suddenly appear next to Theresa, he immediately recognized his identity.

　"Hmph, at least you have some sense, you little scum. Instead of running away when you see me, you're walking towards me."

　The opponent had already revealed themselves, so Chen Lingxu discarded the little slave. His figure shifted in an instant, and in the blink of an eye, the repentant monk who had tried to resist had been punched through the abdomen. Blood and internal organs exploded, splattering onto the tree trunk beside him.

　The Qilin Overlord was holding his head, and the faint sound of wind rustling through leaves could be heard. His sword was not drawn, and the short dagger he held was crumbling inch by inch before the Qilin Overlord's scales as the Qilin Overlord approached.

　"You dog, now I ask you a question, and you answer."

　What does it feel like to have your heart squeezed?

　When one is rational and clear-headed, knowing that death is slowly approaching like a venomous snake above one's head, and that one's life and death, even one's breathing and heartbeat, are controlled by the other party... a person with a weak will may be so frightened that they lose control of their bladder.

　"How many years have passed since the time of the Far Exiles when the current Demon King Elesh was born?"

　The pursuers...

　The Sarkaz did not want to answer, but this monstrous being of the gods actually understood the ancient Ticaz language. The Sarkaz bloodline could not resist the 'commands' carried by this ancient language, and the Sarkaz could not even commit suicide, so he could only tell them everything he knew.

　"Since the Demon King Elesh ascended to the throne, more than ten thousand years have passed since the time of the Far Chasers. The exact time, cough cough... is impossible to verify."