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

　Quessina's ride is a small electric scooter. It's not that she can't afford a four-wheeled car, but she prefers the feeling of riding an electric scooter. Of course, the bigger reason is that motorcycles are banned in the inner city of Kazdel, so she can't ride the motorcycle in her garage and has to switch to an electric scooter instead.

　"beep--"

　Her phone suddenly rang. Looking at the caller ID, Quesasina hung up and continued cycling.

　"beep--"

　"beep--"

　"beep--"

　"Ugh, you old hag. Is she trying to kill herself by making so many phone calls?"

　Quessina, the teacher who is usually gentle and calm at school and seems to never get angry, and who was elected by the students as the teacher with the best temper, suddenly started cursing at the person on the phone. If the students saw this, it might shatter their good impression of her.

　“If you had answered the phone immediately, it wouldn’t have been so annoying, Quessassina, my daughter.”

　The person on the other end of the phone seemed to have gotten used to her personality and wasn't bothered by it.

　"But now that you've said that, I already know the outcome of the question I'm about to ask."

　"You know your mother's legs *Sarkaz swearing*."

　Seemingly anticipating that Quessina was about to hang up, the person on the other end of the line quickly spoke again.

　"Don't you want to know where he is now? I saw him leave with that banshee. He's probably having a happy time with his family now."

　"Do I need you to tell me? You old hag, don't pretend you know everything in front of me, you idiot."

　"Really...you child."

　After hanging up the phone, Quesasina ignored the stares of passersby, twisted the handlebars, and ran a red light.

　"Ugh……"

　Back in her house, as Quessina bent down to take off her shoes after opening the door, a soft voice rang out.

　"Quesasina, haven't you seen him?"

　"Hmm... I was late because I stayed at the meeting hall. It's alright, you'll see him next week, Liz."

　A blonde Sarkaz girl was sitting on the sofa watching TV. She looked at Quessana with a hint of worry in her eyes, but Quessana could see the disappointment in her eyes.

　"Yes, I believe you, Quessana. What shall we eat tonight?"

　"do not know……"

　Sitting down next to her, Quessasina seemed somewhat bewildered by her question.

　How about we have barbecue?

　"Do you want to eat meat?"

　"No, it's just that I found some bacon in the fridge, we can fry it and eat it."

　"Okay. Let's eat then."

　Quessina watched her nominal sister cook, then picked up her phone and started fiddling with it idly.

　Although she disliked that old hag, if it weren't for her, Quesasina and her sister Liz wouldn't have lived this long. "The Tikkaz-style Eternal Dual Cycle System." She and Liz were born from this experiment, and from a young age, the old hag instilled in them concepts like eternity and this and that. If it weren't for that accident, she probably would never have realized how 'ridiculous' and 'ugly' her birth was.

　"Father……"

　Looking at the number, Quessina still didn't press it.

　He's probably busy right now... If I bother him, I might not see him again next week. I'll wait a bit longer and start with that girl next week.

　Quessina received a photo from the old woman when the other child was enrolled. The child was brought in by that demon king. The last person to enroll like this was a boy named Ascalon, and the other child's background was related to her father.

　So Quessina prepared her meal card early, thinking she could use the excuse of Little Black Sheep to invite him to stay at her house for a few days this week, but she was still a step too late... Running overtime is bad manners, so she should try not to run overtime in the future.

　Chapter 6 My father loves to eat fruit.

　Aifaniel had heard her mother, the great banshee of the banshee royal court, Lamaren Ducanfaris, recount the story of her birth more than once.

　"That was truly a coincidence, but also a stroke of luck in the end."

　As a child, she considered the stories her mother told her to be her proudest possession, as if the blood of a great deity flowed through her veins.

　"Mom, when will I be able to see Father?"

　But when she asked this question, her mother would only say, "It will happen soon, Aifa. You have to behave well, because a good child like that will become Daddy's favorite child."

　Aifanil saw her mother secretly shedding tears behind her back again.

　At that time, she naively believed that her father was actually dead and that her mother couldn't tell her these things.

　It's no wonder she had such thoughts; it's because the banshee's magic was intertwined with death. She understood the meaning of death before she was even six years old, and she had personally used a bone whistle to bid farewell to some small animals in the valley.

　"Mom. Who...who is he?"

　......"

　But on her tenth birthday, someone, a man, came to her. Her mother was beside him, embracing him with a joy that Aphrodite had never seen before.

　“Oh dear, this is your father.”

　"Huh? Didn't Dad die?"

　As soon as Aphrodite spoke, she saw her mother's smile freeze and the man with a strange expression.

　"Is this how you raise children?"

　"No, no! Aifa, don't talk nonsense. When did Mommy ever tell you that Daddy died?! And you, don't listen to children's nonsense!"

　My mother must have been severely reprimanded that day; she could hear her mother shouting "No, no" through the door.

　She didn't want her mother to get hurt... but her father...

　The concept of fatherhood was something she was encountering for the first time personally.

　How should I talk to him? What should I say to him? How should I...get along with him?

　That feeling was completely different from the emptiness and loneliness she felt when she bid farewell to death.

　"..."

　The man simply sat there, yet he constantly drew her in, like a firefly trying to catch a flame through a screen.

　Aifanier slowly approached him, her tiny shoes stepping over his large, long tail, and quietly sat down beside him.

　He was kneading something in his hands. Aifanier saw that the hard metal in his hands was like a piece of clay, easily kneaded and changed shape.

　"take it."

　This was the first thing he said to himself when they were alone together.

　And so Aphrodite received her first gift from him: a beautiful hair clip with a feathered beast wing pattern.

　"dad……"

　"Ah."

　His response was as languid as a pack animal basking in the sun, but Aphrodite loved the "hmm" he made in response, as if the whole world was drawing closer to her.

　"Dad, can you help me put on my hair clip?"

　His eyes fell on himself. The little succubus held her delicate white hand high, clutching the hair clip she had just received. In her rosy eyes, inherited from her mother, rose a 'reverence' that even she herself was unaware of. This pure and sincere emotion perfectly struck a chord with his tastes, giving him a slight sense of satisfaction, and he granted his 'daughter's' request.

　A small hair clip held the banshee's gray-blue hair in place, perfectly overlapping with her horned wings. The golden light stood out strikingly against the black feathers, like a ray of sunlight mingling with the dark clouds.

　This was the afternoon when Aphrodite first met her father. She still remembers how bright the sun was and how many times her bored father plucked the petals as he opened them.

　Is she her father's only daughter?

　When her mother answered this question, she was always vague, as if she was hiding something, or as if she didn't want to answer it.

　But this attitude had already given the precocious little demon the answer.

　She was not her father's only child.

　So, what about her other father's child, her other 'sister'? Is she prettier or more obedient than her?

　Aphrodite met him when she was in middle school.

　It was a chance encounter. While accompanying her mother to a meeting, she wandered around out of boredom and saw the white-haired, white-horned girl.

　Although they had never met, she had a feeling that she and the other person were 'sisters' with similar bloodlines.

　"Mom, that girl... is she my older sister or my younger sister?"

　When she asked this question, her mother hesitated, and Aunt Theresa, who was chatting with her, suddenly looked dangerous.

　"Ahem, Aifa, about this matter..."

　So what exactly is the mother hiding?

　She didn't understand, so she took the opportunity to ask this question when she was taken home by another teacher, Aunt Felin, to stay overnight.

　"Do you want to know about this, Aphrodite? Sure, I can tell you. But you have to get full marks on the next exam in the subject I teach."

　“I will, Aunt Kal'tsit.”

　At that time, Aphrodite didn't understand why the other party would make this request to her, but now she understands very well. How else could she take credit in front of him and show that his child's excellent grades were inseparable from her "earnest teachings"?

　"Your mother, Ramalen, and Theresia met your father more than twenty years ago. But Kazdel wasn't what it is now back then..."

　From Aunt Kal'tsit, Aifanil learned about the little-known story of the Demon King and the Great Banshee's humiliating endurance, and also learned for the first time what kind of person her father was.

　Yes, people.

　Her mother always told her that her father was a great god, but Aunt Kal'tsit repeatedly emphasized that her father was just an ordinary person, and he preferred to be called that.

　"During the time when your father was fighting against the real demons to save the world, there were still people who harbored ill intentions towards him. So when your father returned, she used various methods to obtain his bloodline and developed a drug that could enable people to give birth to your father's children. Apart from the one she used herself, only one such drug was ever made."

　Aphrodite thus learns the truth about the story her mother had been keeping from her.

　Year 902 of the Terran calendar.

　In the familiar tavern, Sarkaz, with his short pink and white hair, stared at the mysterious potion handed to him by the person opposite him, his face filled with lingering suspicion.

　"Are you sure this thing will allow Theresa to give birth to his child?"

　She was no laughing matter for risking such outrageous behavior to smuggle the essence for the other party.

　"Of course, my friend. See, haven't I already proven the experiment's success for you?"

　The experiment was a success, but Therese couldn't be happy at all.

　She knew exactly what the other person looked like before, but now...

　"Que...Zoraia, are you sure you're alright?"

　"There are still some problems..."

　"what is the problem?"

　She knew this thing would definitely have some problems.

　The white-haired, white-horned Sarkaz gently stroked the rosy cheeks of the baby girl in her swaddling clothes, and said something that almost made Therese spit her wine in her face.

　"For the first time, I felt the hardship of becoming a mother, and my body was constantly secreting a substance that made me feel a deep love for this child."

　This was also the first time she truly empathized with the mother of this body.

　"...Are there any other questions?"

　"Do you need me to give you a textbook on how to be a good mother?"

　"Then no need."

　"Hmm. I've done what I promised you. As for whether you want to use it for our good girl, that's none of my business. My friend."

　Therese watched her get up and leave, and after thinking for a while, she also took the medicine and returned to the palace.

　"..."

　After hesitating for many days, she still didn't give the thing to her sister, but her strange behavior was noticed by some people.

　"What are you doing, Therese?"

　It was Lamarle, who had become a great succubus. She had seen Therese lingering here, seemingly troubled by something, so she came over to ask her what was wrong.

　"Lamaren..."

　"What's that in your hand?"

　"...a fertility-enhancing drug."