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

　Although the streets here have changed a lot, and the vendors have changed countless times, the flavor of this snack has not changed much.

　Quessina's eyes were fixed on the direction of the school.

　She remembered a long time ago...

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　The young girl was a precocious and intelligent child. Her mother had high hopes for her from a very young age, as if she would become the most outstanding person.

　Her family talked about her all the time, as if she was allowed to do whatever she wanted, even stabbing a servant in the heart with a knife or cutting off someone's head.

　But the girl didn't like it.

　She would occasionally stand at the doorway, watching the children walking through the street. They seemed to be attending a school.

　She wanted to go to school too. Not out of curiosity about school, but because... she had seen those children being picked up by their fathers after school.

　She also wanted to see her father...

　Her mother, the patriarch and matriarch of the family of pardoners, the wise Zolaya never mentioned her father to her, yet the precocious girl knew that if she had no father, how could she have been born? Therefore, she must have a father. And her father had not died from illness or any other reason; he was still alive and well.

　The girl knew it.

　So she made a request to her mother. Her mother always allowed her to do whatever she wanted, even though Quessassina didn't know why.

　“My dearest daughter, my dearest Quessacina, why do you refuse the service of your maids?”

　“Mother. I don’t want to be treated like this anymore. I want to be able to dress myself, take a bath, and eat by myself.”

　“Yes. You want to be independent, which is a good idea. But I have already paid her a fee, and her job is to take care of you. If you don’t accept, she will lose this well-paid job and may have to compete with more people for a less paid and more dangerous job, or even lose her life. And all because of your insignificant idea. Of course, I support your choice, but you need to think carefully about what terrible consequences your choice will bring to our family.”

　"..."

　The girl still chose to listen to her mother. But she would wake up before the servants arrived, get dressed, wash herself, and even take the initiative to make her bed and clean up the trash, becoming the kind of independent girl that her school teachers talked about. Such a girl would be more liked by parents, and perhaps by doing so, her father would like her even more when he saw her again.

　But... when will Father appear?

　The girl waited and waited, until the parent-teacher conference after her final exams, but only her mother attended.

　"..."

　Just like now, she walked alone in the school, went out of the school gate, and came to the food stall across the street to try the grilled sausage that her classmates had mentioned.

　The sausage vendor is an older woman who seems to enjoy grilling sausages. She is currently making sausages for a man.

　"Please try it. I've added some special seasoning for you, Your Majesty."

　The woman wore a smile of admiration and expectation, while the man opposite her showed a rather disgusted expression after taking a bite.

　"It's far from my skill."

　"Hehe, yes, after all, you are His Majesty the Heavenly Venerable."

　Being rejected by a man, but instead of being angry, he seems quite happy, as if such words are a compliment.

　"Little girl, would you like a crispy grilled sausage? It's really delicious. Only one yuan!"

　"...Please give me one."

　Even though the oven had been cleaned, it didn't look very clean. The girl had never seen anything like it before, not even the school toilets... which were cleaned by staff every class.

　But the girl still stood there... not because of the sausages, but because of that person, that man.

　His voice was like exploding oil, scalding her ears just to hear it, yet she didn't want to pull away, only to get closer. She didn't know why, but her intuition told her that if...

　If her father were alive, that would probably be the feeling she gets.

　While waiting, the girl stared at the baking pan in front of her. The oil was boiling and frying the starch sausages until they were golden brown, but it seemed that the heat was too high and some of them were already burnt.

　The scent in the air was hard for her to describe, but seeing the man beside her enjoying his meal, she figured it could be considered 'sweet'.

　"Would you like another one, Your Majesty?"

　"No need. It's enough for me to have a taste. Besides, your little stall wouldn't even be enough to fill a tooth gap."

　The man refused the woman's offer to feed him, and then asked her a few more questions, which she answered one by one.

　"It's busy for a while when the students get out of school. After that, it's not busy anymore."

　"As for the cost, I wouldn't say we're making a profit. After all, the cost of materials and oil is quite high. But we have enough now; we couldn't even buy oil before. Not to mention sausages, all of this is thanks to you."

　"Kids... well, I have thought about it. But my business is just starting out, so I don't want to do that yet. I want to turn this little stall into a small shop, and then into, well, a chain store, opening in other cities, or even other countries. Hehe, then you can come and eat for free."

　child?

　The girl heard the question the other person asked the woman. But due to the constraints of life, the woman simply shook her head, feeling disappointed yet also carrying a hint of longing for the future.

　"Hmph. If you want to see me again in the future, then you'd better live well, brat."

　Only then did the man turn his gaze to the girl who had been standing beside him for quite some time.

　"what's your name."

　"Well……"

　This is such a rude person. The girl felt that according to her upbringing, she shouldn't say anything to such a disrespectful person, but...

　"Quessana. My name is Quessana."

　Quessina means "hope that is never given up".

　Her name embodies her mother's expectations.

　She felt that her father knew, and should know, her name.

　"Little girl, the sausage is ready. Just give Auntie one."

　"Well."

　One dollar...

　But when she checked her pockets, she found nothing.

　She has never had the habit of carrying money with her.

　"Didn't you bring any money?"

　"sorry."

　"It's okay, it's okay, take it and eat it. I won't charge you this time. Remember to bring it next time!"

　You can get it for free?

　The girl looked at the grilled sausage in front of her and shook her head.

　"No need. You can't take other people's things if you don't have any money with you."

　"Oh? What a thoughtful little girl. Consider this a treat from Auntie."

　The woman in front of her was very enthusiastic, but the girl felt a little lost.

　Perhaps it was instinct, or perhaps it was anticipation, but she looked at the man beside her.

　"You brat, is this how you do business? Giving away money without any cash on you? No wonder you can't make any money."

　"Hey... not entirely. I can tell if they're good kids or bad kids. I don't give them to the bad kids, but the good kids will come back the next day to give me the money."

　The man, being watched by the girl, simply touched his pocket, but he didn't seem to have a habit of carrying money.

　"Take it and take it."

　Seemingly annoyed by the girl's staring, he casually pulled a piece of paper from his pocket—which the girl didn't recognize—and tossed it to the woman.

　"Eh? Your Majesty, what is this...?"

　"If you have no spare change, take these fifty years as payment. Alright, give me the sausage."

　The man took the sausage and then looked at the girl again.

　"what……"

　The girl's hand grasped at empty air; the man took a bite out of the sausage himself.

　"What are you looking at? I bought it myself. If you want to eat, bring your own money."

　"Well."

　"Your Majesty...why do you still enjoy bullying children as before?"

　The woman beside him looked at him, seemingly recalling something from many years ago, and felt quite helpless about his appearance.

　"Are you going to eat?"

　The man handed her a sausage he had already bitten into halfway through, and the girl accepted it without hesitation.

　"Ah."

　The sausage wasn't particularly delicious, since it was just a starch sausage. Perhaps some scraps of feathered animal meat were added, but the taste couldn't compare to the ham sausages that girls often ate.

　But the girl still thought it tasted delicious.

　"What, you're interfering even when I'm playing with my own cub?"

　"Huh? Yours?"

　"Otherwise, why would I allow something to stand beside me for so long?"

　She saw surprise and delight on the woman's face.

　"Could it be you and Princess Theresa..."

　"No."

　"Huh? Hmm, this little girl has white hair and white horns. Isn't that a combination of your and Princess Theresa's distinctive features?"

　The Qilin Celestial Venerable has jet-black hair, while the Peach Demon King has pinkish-white hair. The Qilin's horns are white, while Theresa's horns are black. The little girl with white horns and white hair in front of you is a perfect blend of the characteristics of the two.

　"Fool, have you already forgotten what you encountered back then?"

　"Ah! I, I remember now, but..."

　The woman couldn't understand how the Qilin could be associated with that...

　Some people are involved.

　"You stupid little brat, all you need to know is that I do have a child."

　"right."

　But why do you two seem so unfamiliar with each other?

　Before the woman could finish her question, the other person waved and left with the girl who was still quietly eating her sausage.

　"Come again next time, Your Majesty! And the little princess too!"

　"Enough with the fuss, let's talk about it after you open your shop."

　Quessina quietly followed beside him, which made her very happy. The sausage in her hand wasn't big, and Qilin had already taken a bite out of it. Even though she tried to savor it in small bites, she quickly finished it.

　She couldn't bear to throw away the bamboo skewer; it seemed that as long as she held it, it was more reliable than the sword her mother had given her.

　"There's a trash can over there, throw it in."

　"……Um."

　Quessina obediently tossed the signature inside, then looked at the man.

　His face, however, did not carry the joy that Quessina had imagined; instead, it held a seriousness that seemed to send shivers down her spine.

　"So docile, like a puppet, utterly devoid of life. Quessana, the first daughter, the first offspring I have ever seen, do you know how this impurity of yours was born?"

　But his words made Quesasina happy, excited, and thrilled.

　She was the first daughter her father ever saw, his... first child.