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

　"Hmm? Oh~, where did you buy it? From a legitimate pharmacy?"

　Lamarle gave her an understanding look. She was a little unhappy about this; they used to be inseparable sisters in hardship, but now that the man was back, her best friend was enjoying himself all by herself, without sharing a single word with her, leaving her without even a taste of the good life. But one thing at a time, if her best friend wanted to have a baby, she would still fully support her.

　"The medicine... it does work. But... Theresa is very busy right now."

　"Yes. Building Kazdel and mediating relations between the Sarkaz and other races has worn them all out... Sigh. It breaks my heart to see them like this."

　Lamarle's eyes lit up, and she reached out and beckoned to her.

　"what?"

　"This medicine has an expiration date, right? If you're not going to give it to Theresa, you might as well give it to me first. If there's a problem with the medicine, it won't affect her."

　"You want..."

　As Therese looked at the banshee before her and listened to her words, she was gradually persuaded.

　Yes, what if there's something wrong with this medicine, and something happens to Theresa...?

　"If you have any questions, please contact me immediately."

　"Don't worry, I still have a trace of his power. Even if something happens, I won't die."

　And so, Ramalyn took the potion, and after learning the truth, everyone wore tense expressions.

　Theresa never imagined her sister was in contact with the Absolutioner and had done such a thing behind her back, even giving away the medicine she had finally obtained. Theresa never expected this to be her last chance, and she had betrayed her sister in this way. The Absolutioner of White Horn never expected Theresa to hesitate at the crucial moment, and he was unable to concoct a new version of the medicine no matter what he tried.

　Kal'tsit never expected that she would have two more 'nieces' in the short time she was gone.

　"So... this is what luck is all about."

　As Aphrodite listened to Aunt Felin's story, she learned that she was born because her mother had stolen Aunt Theresa's fertility drugs, and her little face showed a tense expression.

　"But why didn't Aunt Theresa have any children after that?"

　If she was conceived this way, then if Aunt Theresa had also used that drug, she would have had a child too, right? Or did the 'malicious researcher' in that story stop agreeing to make those drugs?

　"No one expected that it was the last dose of medicine that an ordinary person could withstand the power of your father."

　That means...

　The little banshee flapped her horned wings.

　She is her father's last bloodline, and no other sister will ever compete with her for this love again.

　An indescribable joy filled the little demon's heart.

　"Although you and she were both born from your father's 'source' and are of his bloodline... your connection with him is only in the realm of the soul. The blood of a pure banshee still flows in your body. Just like your... sister, who has the purest bloodline of a pardoner."

　"...I don't quite understand. Is there any difference between them, Aunt Kal'tsit?"

　"In other words, your uniqueness exists only within yourselves."

　This is a miracle that cannot be replicated; this characteristic will not be passed down to your descendants.

　At the time, Aphrodite didn't understand whether such things were a good thing or a bad thing, but now she does.

　Because of this uniqueness, she can receive a special kind of love.

　“Teaching students is really troublesome. I have to pretend to be cold and strict. I feel like I’m aging more than ten years.”

　While complaining to Chen Lingxu about these things, Aifanier started the car at a leisurely pace.

　"Really? It doesn't seem to have changed much from before."

　"Huh? Is there none at all? I've clearly leveled up again, and I'm already at the limit of D. Although it's still not as big as Mom's... Damn it, I've been eating papaya and things like that properly."

　The thought of her mother always complaining about her sore and tired shoulders, her heavy chest, and how she could only sleep on her side because it was so difficult to breathe while lying down made Aifanier grit her teeth in anger.

　But it's okay, she's still developing, she'll definitely catch up with her mother.

　"Is that so? I think it's just right. Very good."

　"Yes, that's how it is... Hmph."

　But whether it's big or small, it has to be something he likes.

　Upon hearing Chen Lingxu's words, Aifanier's face was filled with joy.

　"That's right, when we see Mom later, she'll definitely ask what we should do first. How about we say that?"

　"Hmm? It depends on my mood."

　Depends on my mood?

　Aifanier seemed lost in thought. After parking in the basement of the residential complex, she didn't get out of the car immediately. Instead, she took out her small bag, reapplied her lipstick, and then bent down to greet him.

　She took out the key and opened the door. There was a ripe blueberry in front of Chen Lingxu. She swayed her horn wings, held her skirt, and walked over gracefully, blowing her a kiss.

　"Welcome back, darling. The food's in the pot, the water's heating up, so would you like to eat first, or take a shower first... or perhaps... eat me first?"

　Qilin Celestial Venerable glanced at him and held his little blueberry in his palm.

　"I'll eat this first."

　"well?!!"

　Chapter 7 Ines's Parents, You Didn't Want This Either...

　Ines arrived at the classroom half an hour before class started, took out her completed homework from the schoolbag that Ms. Theresa had sewn herself, which she had received from her, and placed it on her desk.

　For most students in Kazdel, holiday assignments from teachers are enough to keep them literate. To get into university or find a good job, they need to work hard in their spare time, either by seeking advice from knowledgeable people or by studying diligently on their own. Only through such hard work can they have a 'happy life' in Kazdel today.

　"Wow, Ines, you're here so early!"

　"Ersula? You're here early too."

　But seeing her sit down and start flipping through her notebook, furiously writing with a ballpoint pen, Little Black Sheep belatedly realized that she hadn't done her holiday homework and was making up for it at the last minute.

　"Phew! Done."

　"Huh? So fast?!"

　"Quick? Oh well, anyway, those assignments are all very simple."

　Ines glanced at the clock hanging in the classroom. Less than ten minutes had passed since Ersula sat down to start writing. Incredulous, Ines picked up Ersula's paper and looked at it.

　"The accuracy rate is so high..."

　Turns out she was a top student.

　Little Black Sheep couldn't help but think about himself these past two days, racking his brains and putting in a lot of effort to figure out the questions on the test paper. Even so, he only managed to ensure that there were no mistakes on the test paper with the help of Theresa during his free time.

　Could it be because of the hair color?

　Ines looked at the pink-haired Sarkaz in front of her. Her hair color was similar to Theresa's. Did pink-haired people get good grades?

　"Ersula, how do you study?"

　If Ines remembered correctly, the other person had also mentioned that they were going to work during the holiday. Even so, she hadn't fallen behind in her studies; that's really impressive.

　"Of course it's because I'm smart."

　Seeing her proud and smug expression, Little Black Sheep couldn't help but wonder if the truth was really as she said.

　"Don't listen to her nonsense. You don't know, Ines. She brought her own worksheets and studied them during her spare time at work. Now that she's figured them out, of course she can write faster."

　The other roommates arrived one after another. Some of them heard Ersula's boasting and, seeing that the little black sheep was about to believe her, immediately spoke up and exposed her.

　"Wow, but that's amazing too."

　Achievements earned through hard work are admirable.

　Enough of the chit-chat, class time arrived quickly. And Monday's first class was taught by the disliked banshee-like homeroom teacher.

　"Everyone, take out your books and turn to..."

　"Huh? Why does the cold-faced succubus seem to want to laugh all the time today?"

　Seeing Aifaniel arrive gracefully, her face still stern but her eyes brimming with undisguised joy, and hearing Ersula's quiet mutterings beside her, Ines could only silently admit that she didn't know either.

　Ugh, a date.

　"Ugh... I'm exhausted. The cold-faced banshee is still the same cold-faced woman, so strict it's unbearable. Ines, what's our next class?"

　After class, Ersula, her face buried in her books, asked the person next to her listlessly.

　History class.

　Ah... history...

　"

　Ersula, didn't you really enjoy history class?

　But Ines could tell from her that she seemed to prefer math class.

　Don't you think our history teacher is a bit...颓废 (tuí fèi, meaning listless or dispirited)?

　"Ok?"

　What does "颓" mean?

　Ines thought for a moment.

　Their history teacher was a short Sarkaz woman with light green hair. Ines guessed that the reason Ersula found her rather listless was because her lectures weren't as engaging or serious as those of other teachers. She seemed indifferent to what the students did, as long as they didn't openly sleep or skip class and get their pay docked. She didn't care if the students' minds wandered off while they were in the classroom.

　Her tone was rather gloomy, and her retelling of history in a monotone manner made even Ines drowsy.

　"Never mind, just call me if you're going to class. I'll take a nap first."

　"Ah."

　The school bell was loud enough to wake up the sleeping students in the back rows, but Ines still poked Ersula's face to wake her up.

　"Attend class."

　She tossed the textbook onto the table, brushed the strands of hair from her face, and looked at the group of children below the stage, not even bothering to lift her eyelids.

　Where did we leave off last time?

　"You just mentioned the destruction of the first Kazdel."

　There were only two history classes a week, and the history teacher taught at a very fast pace. Ines thought the lesson would be over soon, but she didn't expect the history of the Sarkaz and Kazdel to be so long. When she heard in the first class that the lesson would start from ten thousand years ago, the little black sheep was full of question marks.

　"Oh... then let's continue this lesson. The second Kazdel, and the story of the three Demon Lords."

　There were just too many Kazdels. Ines patted her chest lightly as she looked at the rough description of the three thousand Kazdels in her textbook. Thank goodness the exam didn't cover that many; otherwise, just memorizing all the addresses of the three thousand Kazdels would be a headache.

　The most important Kazdels are the representative first and second Kazdels. According to the textbook, the completion of the first Kazdel signified that the Sarkaz, formerly known as the Tikkaz, had officially broken free from barbarism and entered the civilized era. The establishment of the second Kazdel marked the beginning of the Sarkaz's long and arduous struggle and redemption.

　It was only with the establishment of Kazdel that the Sarkaz escaped the vortex of the Age of Suffering and reached the shore of the Age of Hope.

　Judging from the teacher's demeanor on stage, it will probably take many more lessons to get to the current Kazdel.

　Feeling drowsy, Ines flipped through the book, trying to stay awake with the content she hadn't yet learned.

　"Um, teacher."

　Looking up at the pink-haired Sarkaz who was gesturing with his hand raised, it took her a moment to remember his name.

　"Ersula, what's the matter?"

　"Teacher, would it be better if we started talking about the more recent era?"

　Ines glanced furtively at Ersula, who had stood up to speak and offer suggestions. The little black sheep's eyes were wide open, and her little hand was giving Ersula a thumbs-up.

　"why?"

　"Because I find learning about those ancient things really...too boring."

　boring?

　"Even if we knew about the Far Chasers, about Godu, about what Barson and Quiron ate every day, what impact would that have on our lives now? We are living under the leadership of Princess Theresa now, and what we should know is the history of these years."

　"Rather than how the Far Exiles united a group of primitive people, rather than whether Barson and Godu turned against each other because of their personalities or the circumstances at the time, I think we should understand how we Sarkaz, under the leadership of Princess Theresa, reconciled with this land, how we built Kazdel step by step, and how we enabled non-Sarkaz like Ines to live and study here."

　Huh? What's she involved in all this?

　While watching the spectacle, Ersula suddenly found herself in the same situation described in the case, blankly looking up at the other person. But speaking to the teacher like that, Ersula should probably be punished, right?

　"Hmm. You're right. The history of the past was indeed quite boring and tedious."

　But as they had discussed before, this teacher had always been indifferent to these things. Her job was simply to finish the history textbook and give students a clear understanding of the Sarkaz's past. There were no strict rules about where to begin, since the exams only tested knowledge of the last few hundred years of history, although the lich who compiled the textbook had written it in great detail.

　"Is that what you all think?"

　The students below the podium nodded in agreement.