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

　"...Alright. I'll trust you for now. But if you have nothing else to say, I'll be leaving."

　"No, no, no, you can't leave yet, friend."

　"Hmph, why waste so much time talking? If you want to fight, then fight; otherwise, get out of the way and stop blocking the way."

　Therese's words and actions had clearly angered the servants. But the Sarkaz before her remained unperturbed.

　"I was very pleased with your performance just now, and I would like to invite you to join our family. With your talent for swordsmanship, you will surely become the Demon King's personal swordsman in due time, and wealth and honor will be within your grasp."

　"Not interested in."

　The other party did not stop Therese from taking a step.

　The sound rang out again a few steps after she had taken them.

　"We can also help you find your sister and kill the foreign villain who took her away."

　"……What did you say?"

　Where did she give herself away?

　Turning around, the pardoner revealed an expression that disgusted her, as if she would definitely turn back.

　"Although my poor family members were tortured to death in an inhumane way, he still desperately tried to leave us a message before he died."

　He continued recounting the information extracted from the fragments of the pitiful headless rat carcass.

　“A mortal enemy of the Sarkaz, with a poor Sarkaz girl, headed west. He called the girl a ‘slave’.”

　Without much description, the phrase "that girl was treated as a slave" was enough for Therese to conjure up countless tragic scenes in her mind.

　Kazdel has no shortage of slaves... whether they are Sarkaz or other races.

　Theresa had never seen it, but Theresa had... Even in Kazdel, there were many slaves responsible for building houses, maintaining facilities, and so on... Their lives were so miserable that they didn't even deserve to be called 'human'.

　"Do you know their whereabouts?"

　"Hmm. Not yet. My poor family only left a few words."

　What the hell are you talking about?!

　Therese really wanted to slash the man's face with a sword and see if he would still be laughing.

　"But that's enough. Or rather, having you here is enough."

　"What do you mean?"

　Therese saw the other person take out a magical device she had never seen before.

　"This is a Blood Demon's sorcery device. It only requires a drop of the target's blood to track their location. Although we don't have that villain's blood, you can."

　"I……"

　Therese immediately understood.

　“Provide your blood, and I will be able to find your blood relative who was captured. Naturally, I will then be able to find that villain.”

　"..."

　Do you want to collaborate?

　Therese thought.

　"Make a decision quickly, my friend. That villain is hostile towards the Sarkaz, and your sister may be in grave danger. What if there's no time..."

　"Okay! I'll do it!"

　Therese went all out.

　"Oh, I'm coming right now, Master."

　Theresa looked at the Qilin lying comfortably on the bed, sighed, put on the black stockings he had requested, and slowly got into bed.

　Although taking a bath is very comfortable, her body, which she just washed, is about to get dirty again.

　Moreover, this guy seems to have a nasty fetish for tearing clothes; he won't let her take off her socks and insists on tearing them by hand to satisfy her.

　"Stop dawdling, have I been giving you too much of a friendly look? Theresa."

　"No... I will obey Master's orders."

　The freshly washed peaches looked so white, tempting, and juicy.

　Chen Lingxu's gaze fell on the fruit presented by the little slave, and he was like a bee stuck to honey, unable to spread his wings and fly away.

　"Hmm... about today..."

　Upon hearing Qilin's request, Theresa showed a wronged expression.

　That despicable guy is up to his old tricks again. What nasty method will he use this time?

　"Your stubborn little mouth needs to be taught a lesson."

　Ugh?

　Theresa looked at the pointer that Qilin was holding with a bewildered expression.

　Do you want me to... slap you in the face?

　"What, you slave, are you unwilling to accept my teachings?"

　"I am willing... Master... I am willing... to accept your punishment... Ah, it is your guidance..."

　Yeah, right!

　What could Theresa do? She couldn't bring herself to say no.

　I can only force myself to go along with this guy's wishes so that I can get through this difficult time more comfortably.

　"Then, Master, please... grant me the whipping..."

　Chapter Thirty-Two: Yet Another Beast Lord

　Shitong Territory is one of the regions of Letania. The Electoral family here is the Hochberg, a branch of the Deer People.

　According to the old customs of Letania, once the term of the previous emperor ends and he passes away, other electoral families will provide candidates, and the most suitable person will be selected as the next emperor of Letania to lead the entire country and seize all the music of the ten regions.

　However, in recent years, the situation within Letania has changed somewhat.

　First, there's Syracuse. The wolf packs of Syracuse and the overall atmosphere of Letania are like opposite poles of a magnet. Syracuse's lack of musical instrument and magical abilities, coupled with its loosely organized families, led to the previous emperor and other electors stripping Syracuse of their electoral status. Syracuse was effectively removed from Letania's power center. Even with compensation in the form of wealth and resources, the seeds of discord had already been sown.

　Secondly, according to the electoral system, the family of the previous emperor would not be able to participate in the next proposal. Therefore, how to inherit the various legacies left by the previous emperor and the support of that family became the most important point in all the proposals of the electors.

　Horn Hochberg, the current Elector of the Hochberg family, is determined to win this imperial proposal. Aside from the issues of Syracuse and the previous emperor's lineage as an Elector, he has already secured the support of three major regions. Including his own family, with four-eighths of the vote, he is practically one step away from the throne.

　But the most critical issue right now is...

　The lifeblood of Letania, the [Golden Melody] that protects all Letanians, has gone wrong.

　It's important to know that the Golden Melody was originally created jointly by ten regions, but now that there are conflicts between Syracuse and Letania, and the people in the country are not united, the Golden Melody is also facing problems.

　The previous emperor was said to have died of old age and returned to the Golden Music Chapter, but who knows if he actually died suddenly because of the Golden Music Chapter?

　Horn was scared.

　But he also wanted to sit in that position. He dreamed of being emperor, he wanted it so badly... Now he was only one step away from the throne, and even knowing that there might be poison on it, he still wanted to take it.

　"grown ups."

　Standing beneath a tall tower, Horn Hochberg, a man of immense power...

　The former elector was now behaving as obediently as a student who had just started learning music.

　His attendant returned with regrettable news.

　"Is the emperor still unwilling to receive guests?"

　"Yes, sir. The music still does not play for visitors atop the tower."

　The absence of music indicates that the host does not welcome guests.

　"Sigh. Let's visit again tomorrow."

　But it doesn't matter. For the sake of the great cause, as long as the other party is willing to see him, he would be happy to stand here every day.

　"..."

　Watching the team wriggle away like worms, the 'figure' atop the tower slammed a baton to the ground.

　"Pah. What nonsense. You can't come to 'visit' when you know you're going to die."

　"Compared to these guys...it seems something extraordinary has arrived here."

　After mocking the nobleman, he turned his gaze to the distant mountains.

　"Those guys..."

　"Meow, I smell a familiar scent, Your Majesty. Is she here to play with us?"

　Pale pink mist gathered behind him, and he remained disdainful upon hearing the voice.

　“Those who don’t understand music won’t set foot in my concert hall. And you, Dolly. Don’t get in the way. This isn’t your playground. Music is sacred.”

　"Haha, I think it sounds really nice to add some of the cute bleating of lambs."

　A sheep appeared in the pink mist, looking very optimistic.

　"Alright, alright, since you don't welcome me, I'll be going now. I'll go see why she came. Ah, how I miss the days when I could run and chase each other carefree on the grasslands. I thought I would live like that until I died of old age, and then be placed on some great man's plate."

　"It'll get stuck in the teeth of an old sheep if it tries to gnaw on it."

　The sheep named Dolly laughed at his teasing and left the tower, heading straight for the place where the aura was emanating.

　"...Sigh, there's been more and more trouble in Letania these past few years. Should I leave now?"

　He glanced at the distant mountains, felt the wolf lord's presence in the wind, sighed, turned around, jumped to the ground, and continued to adjust the sheet music, swaying unsteadily.

　"The city where that fat penguin lives is just ahead, Your Majesty."

　Agnese appears in the woods and guides the resting Qilin.

　"Hmm. After resting for a while, I will go to see him again."

　"Your Majesty, my suggestion is..."

　Anesse thought it wouldn't be too late to go after the little tailor finished making the clothes. After all, clothes make the man, and even the Qilin Overlord needed beautiful clothes to accentuate his domineering aura. But the strong smell that suddenly appeared in the air made her shut her mouth.

　“Oh, Agnese, how could you…”

　Before the sheep could even make a sound, a startled bleating came from the sheep.

　“Meow!!!”

　"Great, great, great... the great Primordial Celestial Venerable!"

　Theresa was surprised to see the pink sheep, whose color was somewhat similar to hers, suddenly appear. She exclaimed in surprise and shook out a bunch of lambs from the fluffy wool.

　"Dolly?"

　Chen Lingxu looked at the fat sheep in front of him, hesitated for a moment, and then remembered the other party's name from his spare menu.

　"Yes, it's me, your healthiest, most lively, plump and juiciest sheep, Dolly!"

　The sheep hopped and skipped in front of the Qilin Overlord, showing off its 'physique' to the best of its ability.

　"Look at me, Your Majesty the Great. I've been exercising all this time, just to wait for this day when you return... Waaah... Take a sniff, the muttony smell on me will surely suit your taste!"

　That's so weird...

　Theresa thought to herself.

　Even the most exaggerated performance by Agnese was merely like a guard expressing loyalty, but why did this sheep in front of him look like it was about to 'sacrifice itself'?

　Is his mission to turn himself into a whole roasted lamb and place it on the Qilin's plate?

　That's so strange... He shouldn't be the kind of person who would eat his own subordinates, right?

　"Alright! You fat sheep! I know you're excited! But you mustn't be disrespectful in front of His Majesty the Heavenly Venerable!"

　Unable to bear it any longer, Agnese bit Dolly and scolded her.

　"Oh, I'm so sorry, I just got too emotional. You know me, all these years... sob sob... how hard it's been..."

　"I should have died on His Majesty the Celestial Venerable's plate, sprinkled with cumin and turned into the most fragrant and tender roasted lamb, becoming a role model for the sheep clan, instead of being smashed into this state... Waaah..."

　Dolly's tearful appearance revealed his loyalty.

　But if that loyalty were applied elsewhere, Theresa would find him more normal.