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

　“Then let’s talk about it. But to talk about the Clothing Craftsman Demon King Theresia, we have to start with the previous Kazdel, the previous Demon King - the Mediocre Lord Ilesh.”

　Demon Queen Theresa...

　Ines blinked. She thought she had heard a similar word from Ersula, but Ersula spoke too fast and Ines could only catch the gist of it. Now that the name was being spoken slowly by the history teacher on the stage, she finally understood what the person's name was.

　Could it be a case of the same name?

　She lowered her hand and touched her schoolbag while sitting on the chair. Inside the schoolbag was a sachet, the small flower petals inside giving it a fragrant aroma.

　Fragrant.

　"The Demon King Eresh is a pathetic puppet..."

　But the teacher was busy lecturing, and Ines didn't have time to think about it. She put aside her confusion for the time being and began to listen attentively to the lesson.

　In modern history, the Sarkaz students, who had learned about some of history from textbooks, adults, and various books and broadcasts since elementary school, became even more enthusiastic.

　The remarkable story of how she rose from an ordinary tailor to become the infamous Demon Queen Theresia inspires and motivates these young Sarkaz, who idolize her.

　After class, Ines was still in shock.

　The story of how the gentle aunt who wanted to be my new mother turned out to be the ruler of a country.

　"Ines, what are you thinking about? Shall we go to the store?"

　There is a small shop in the school that sells daily necessities and snacks. When students don't want to go to the cafeteria after class or when they want to eat, they will go to the shop to buy some snacks or instant noodles to fill their stomachs.

　"I'm not going..."

　"What do you want? I'll bring it back for you."

　"whatever."

　"Then I'll bring you a bag of cookies too."

　"..."

　The little black sheep lay on the table, its fingertips constantly gripping the pen in its hand.

　She only just found out about Aunt Theresa's identity... But if Aunt Theresa is the Demon King, then who is her new father?

　Ines thought of the wolves' address to the Qilin Celestial Venerable: His Majesty the Great Primordial Celestial Venerable.

　Primordial Celestial is an unavoidable part of the Sarkaz history that students study. Perhaps the records of that period have disappeared in the histories of other countries, but the person who wrote the Sarkaz history book remembered it clearly. Therefore, Primordial Celestial, the great being who has been suppressing the Sarkaz since the time of the Far Exiles, and who is closely related to the prosperity, decay, decline and rebirth of the Sarkaz, was also written into the book.

　The history teacher said that the next lesson would cover the history of this person.

　The thought of learning about her new father's past from this perspective made the little black sheep so excited she wanted to kick up her sleeves.

　"You're still willing to come back?"

　Seeing the Qilin, who was almost marinated in blueberry jam, carrying two different scents of succubus fragrance as soon as he entered the room, Peach Demon King clutched his chest and tried to glare at him.

　"what happened?"

　"What happened... Hmm, what do you think happened? Well, it's because someone finally came all the way here, and when he finally had a day off, we painstakingly prepared dinner for him to come home, but he just disappeared for two days."

　Even her pinkish-peach eyes were wide open, and she looked genuinely angry.

　"So how did you spend your day that you were planning to rest?"

　Chen Lingxu calmly closed the door and asked a question in response to Theresa's words.

　"Hmm. Well... of course we should do things that couples do. I've already prepared a list, and I even saw two really nice outfits that I was thinking of taking you to try on."

　When Theresa saw him approaching, she turned her face away, making it clear that she didn't want to talk to him.

　"is it?"

　"Oh dear... what are you doing..."

　After being kissed on the cheek, Peach's face instantly flushed pink.

　"what happened?"

　"I already said no... I'm angry."

　"Then be angry all you want. I'm just kissing my little wife, what business is it of yours if you're angry?"

　"Little, little wife..."

　After three kisses and three sentences, Peach Demon King's beautiful eyes were practically spinning like mosquito coils, all her resentment long forgotten. Chen Lingxu ignored her reaction and went a step further, hooking her legs, wrapping his arms around her slightly chubby waist, and lifting her up from the chair.

　"Wait, wait a minute... it's still daytime."

　"I will eat you whenever I want. So what if it's daytime? I just love daytime dazzling sounds."

　"You, you... Wait, let me try on the clothes I bought first to see if they fit."

　With no one home, Chen Lingxu didn't even bother to open the bedroom door. He tossed his wife, whose peach was practically overflowing with juice, onto the bed and began sucking hard from the tip of the peach.

　So, how was your weekend? Did you have fun?

　After a thoroughly enjoyable challenge, Theresa drew circles on Qilin's chest while asking him what he had done that weekend.

　"The same old three dishes."

　The same three things?

　Theresa thought for a moment, then, as his gaze swept over her, she instantly understood which three things he was referring to.

　"You... I was having a nice chat with you. Did Lamaren take you shopping? To buy you new clothes or something?"

　Chen Lingxu glanced at her.

　This isn't showing concern for him; it's clearly a subtle comparison with her best friend.

　I'm afraid my best friend is suffering, but I'm also afraid she'll take advantage of me.

　"No, not at all. It's just having afternoon tea and strolling around the neighborhood. Asking a pampered princess to pick out clothes is really asking too much of her. In this respect, I think our current wife does a better job."

　Although Lamaren is the chief banshee of the banshee royal court, and all her clothes are custom-made by the court's internal tailors, and she can have any clothes she likes made directly, it doesn't mean she doesn't go shopping. In her spare time, she often goes shopping with her other banshee sisters, her best friend Theresa, or her own daughter.

　However, these are all artful ways of speaking. Chen Lingxu only mentioned the characteristics of the "rich young lady" in front of the big blueberry, but didn't mention the information that "she is also the Demon King's best friend". So the meaning was not what it seemed.

　"hey-hey……"

　After chuckling foolishly, the Peach Demon King, who was easy to deal with, continued to ask questions.

　"What about Aifa? Did she ask you to come with her next week?"

　"Xiao Ni does want to. But I'm very busy, as you know. Two days of playing along with her is enough. She's all grown up now, not the little kid she used to be. We can't spoil her."

　"Sigh... You should spend more time with her whenever you have time. They've been an orphan and a widow for so many years."

　With a slap, Peach Demon King was hit, and her fair skin instantly turned rosy.

　"What nonsense are you talking about? I just don't come back often, I'm not dead. When Aifa asked Lamaren that question back then, I even suspected that you were the one who taught him to do it."

　"It's just a metaphor. I just wanted to say that the two of them are taking care of the house, so you, as the head of the household, should come back more often."

　"Think it through before you speak next time."

　Chen Lingxu didn't care why she was just jealous of Big Blueberry, but turned around to care about her. Since someone said something wrong, she had to teach them a lesson.

　"You want to know what I've been doing with her these past few days? I'll give you these three old tricks now."

　"Waaah, I... I was wrong. Master, it's still mid-moon, please let me go."

　"What do you say? Dig it up!"

　"Ugh, then, then be gentle..."

　After a comfortable afternoon nap, Aifaniel woke up from her nap, but the banshee was somewhat disappointed to find her hand empty.

　"Wake up, Aifa."

　As she stepped outside, she saw her mother looking at the small fish in the fish tank.

　"Hmm. What is Mom going to do this afternoon?"

　She picked up her small bag from the sofa, found her car keys, and pondered which shoes to wear to school.

　"Go to a meeting with your Aunt Theresa."

　"Hmm. Is Daddy going too?"

　"I don't know. Hasn't Aifa spent enough time with her dad yet?"

　"Um……"

　How could that be enough? She had waited a long time for this two-day reunion; she needed to wait until he left.

　"But speaking of which, the school's parent-teacher conference is in two days, this Friday. Dad might go then."

　"is it?"

　"After all, that little lamb is now nominally his 'adopted daughter'."

　Ramalen watched her daughter, whose horned wings fluttered merrily even with her back to her, and chuckled softly while covering her mouth. She wondered if, if that purple-haired little Sarkaz went to the meeting in place of Kirin, the little banshee who had been looking forward to it since then would be so angry that she would take the opportunity to criticize him for not paying attention to the child and even forgetting to get a meal card.

　Should we do this?

　Lamarle narrowed her eyes as she thought about how her daughter had fought with her for meat yesterday.

　"Ines, Ines. You know what? There's a parent-teacher conference this week."

　During dinner, the pink balloon Sarkaz sat next to Ines and struck up a conversation with her, looking as if he had just learned some secret.

　"Huh? Parent-teacher conference?"

　Ines looked bewildered.

　"I saw it from the upperclassmen. They had their meeting a few days earlier than ours, and those guys all looked like they were going to die."

　"Um. Parents' meeting..."

　In other words, a parent needs to come.

　Ines thought for a moment... Aunt Theresa is the Demon King, she must be very busy, and besides, she's not her new mother, so she probably won't come. And her new father... he must be very busy too.

　The little black sheep silently swallowed its food and sighed inwardly.

　She missed her real parents. It was late February, and her birthday had already passed. Since she had just moved to her new home, she didn't want others to think she was a pretentious child, so she hadn't mentioned it.

　"Ersula, why...why are you holding this meeting?"

　Ines tried to distract herself. She saw the person next to her and remembered that the other person was also an orphan. How was the other person going to hold this parent-teacher conference? Surely a Sarkaz could use necromancy to summon someone from the graveyard for a meeting.

　"For students like me who come from orphanages, it's usually the uncles and aunties from the orphanage who help with meetings. Oh, my grades are pretty good, so don't worry. But Ines, your parents should come back."

　"Hmm... I guess so. My dad's pretty busy. My mom..."

　Seeing Ines remain silent, Ersula immediately realized what was going on.

　This is truly a sad thing.

　"Hehe, relax, then we'll have time to play. The parent-teacher meeting will probably last for two classes, then we'll have a holiday."

　"Is that so? That's pretty good."

　But who will actually attend her parent-teacher conference?

　Inesi waited until Friday with this question in mind.

　After the second period in the afternoon, the students were free to move around, and the parents gradually arrived at their respective classrooms.

　The little black sheep stood nervously at the door, its golden eyes gazing down the stairs, circling each person who came up. But each time it wasn't the person it wanted to see, and a sense of disappointment rose and fell within it with each glance.

　"Waiting for what?"

　"Huh? Dad, Dad...when did you get here?"

　"

　But the sudden sound startled the little black sheep so much that it stumbled and fell into his arms.

　She looked up from his embrace and saw her new father, Qilin, whom she hadn't seen for a week.

　“I was wandering around and came from the other side. As soon as I arrived, I saw you standing here looking silly.”

　Chen Lingxu patted her little head and explained.

　"Tell me what you want to eat tonight, and I'll tell Auntie Xiao Te."

　"I can eat anything."

　Sure enough, his good father had arrived. The little black sheep happily tugged at his toes, having accumulated so much to say to him this week.