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

　Chapter Thirty-Three: Minors Not Allowed to Enter

　Before things could head in madly toward the 18g limit, Agnese interrupted the sheep's self-recommendation.

　She didn't want to eat roasted lamb that night while listening to the other person pointing and commenting on which part of her body was the fattest and which part was the most chewy.

　"The Emperor is up ahead, isn't he?"

　"Ah. Yes, he sings in his little house."

　Dolly composed himself, responded to Agnese, and learned the purpose of their visit.

　“I thought you came to visit us, Anese. So you came with His Majesty the Celestial.

　"Ahem. Your Majesty the Celestial Venerable..."

　"I have urgent business with that fat penguin. Since you know him, then lead the way for His Majesty the Celestial Venerable; I have matters to attend to."

　Dori nodded as he assured Chen Lingxu that he would find the fastest route to the tower, while peeking out to look at Sarkaz sitting next to the Qilin.

　Being stared at by Dolly made Theresa feel uneasy, especially the sheep's eyes, which seemed to carry some kind of... 'jealousy'?

　What is he jealous of?

　"If I had known you were coming back, I would have gone to pay my respects to you immediately. There would have been no need for you to bring any more provisions, Your Majesty."

　Grain reserves?!

　Theresa was startled. What was meant by food reserves?

　She immediately looked up at the Qilin, but instead of refuting her, the Qilin seriously started talking to her about the details of grilling meat.

　Ms. Agnese, that wicked unicorn must be trying to scare her, right?!

　Unable to find answers from the Qilin, Theresa could only place her hopes on the most respectable she-wolf.

　But it would have been better if she hadn't looked. When she did, Agnese would nod or shake her head in agreement, as if she were agreeing that certain parts were the ones she liked to eat.

　"Woo..."

　She won't... really get eaten, will she?

　Theresa shook her head quickly and clenched her fists.

　She was given the Ten Commandments by the Qilin just a few days ago and was even praised... At least, at least she won't be at risk of being eaten until she performs poorly and disappoints the Qilin.

　"correct."

　That must be the case!

　But Theresa thought about how capricious this monster had been before. What if one day it suddenly had an appetite and wanted to eat her?

　Torn and hesitant, Theresa suddenly realized that she still had no power to resist. To avoid being eaten and wasting her life, she needed to make a good impression and earn the other party's attention.

　"I still remember how juicy those blood demon worms were. Carefully rolled twice in the oil, sprinkled with fine seasonings, and the feeling of the juice bursting between my teeth and tongue when I bit into them... Ah, that was truly one of the few truly delicious things in Tikazli."

　goo...

　Although I don't know what a Blood Demon Worm is, just hearing the description of it being fried in oil... I know that the scene must be very unsightly.

　Little Peach shrank back, trying to hide herself behind the leaves on the branch so as not to hear this horrible chatter.

　"A beast wanders the wilderness, all alone, but don't be afraid. Dig into the soil to find worms, worms are meaty and juicy. Chop open dead trees to make a campfire, smash stones to use as a cooking pot. Oh, if the firewood isn't enough, go find the fire demon. When you pass a big tree, look up, the bird-headed old woman will try to stop you, crack open its head and pluck its feathers, let it howl wherever it wants. If a demon comes to block your way, keep its heart. Eat and drink your fill before continuing your journey, happily go home to live."

　As they got into the conversation, Dori and Anesse began humming ancient folk ballads in Letanian.

　That was a song composed by the Beast Kingdom after it first rose to prominence on this land and encountered the Tikkaz aliens during its great expansion. It was meant to scare the Beastmen who were traveling. The melody was cheerful and the rhymes were delightful. Even a one-month-old kitten could sing along.

　But the joyful songs that were so delightful to the beastmen terrified the little peach, causing it to tremble on the branch.

　She realized she seemed to have underestimated the events of ten thousand years ago, assuming that because they were so far removed from her present self, she had nothing to worry about. But now, it seemed that even Anesse, who was so proper and treated her, a Sarkaz slave, with 'equal treatment,' was singing a song with incredibly brutal content with such joy—how much more intense must the events of that time have been…?

　Minors shouldn't listen to this!

　The sun shone brightly, the woods were shady, and the sounds of birdsong filled the air; the beastmen rejoiced, while the Sarkaz were terrified.

　"All right."

　Chen Lingxu glanced at the little slave who was frantically clutching his tail tightly in his arms and looking down at his toes, and stopped the wolf and sheep's duet.

　"That concludes our discussion on food. Dori, lead the way. I'll go see how this music emperor's compositions compare to those of yesteryear."

　"Yes, Your Majesty! I will lead the way for you!"

　With Dori by her side, Anesse no longer needed to maintain her physical form and instead vanished from Theresa's sight, disappearing without a trace.

　"Go, slave."

　"Yes, Master."

　Pulled to her feet by the Qilin's tail, Theresa glanced at the sheep swaying happily ahead, swallowed hard, and quickly followed the Qilin.

　The ancient ballad was temporarily forgotten as Theresa walked out of the forest, bathed in the warm sunshine that made even her hair feel warm.

　Of course, the main thing is that both Dolly and Qilin walk very fast, especially Qilin. He is tall, with a height that is equivalent to two Theresas, and his waist-to-hip ratio is also exaggerated. It takes Theresa two steps to catch up with the distance he walks. Once Qilin walks fast, she has to switch from walking to jogging to keep up with the group. When she is busy, she can't think about anything else.

　"Hey, Theresa."

　Suddenly, the sound of a mother wolf came from behind. Theresa wiped the thin layer of sweat from her face as she hurried on her way and turned around to see Anese, who appeared carrying a basket in her mouth.

　"Ms. Agnese, what is this?"

　It's fabric.

　I just went to town beforehand and bought a really nice piece of fabric. Take a look.

　Theresa lifted the cloth covering the basket and saw a neatly folded piece of plush fabric.

　"this is……"

　Theresa looked at the fabric in front of her, rubbed her eyes, and then took it in disbelief.

　“It’s Kashmir… Only the soft fur from the neck of these pack animals is usable, and each pack animal can only produce 200g of cloth… It would take at least thirty Kashmir animals to gather enough for this size.”

　"The last time I saw it was when my tailoring teacher was making clothes for a royal nobleman. At that time, I wasn't even worthy to touch it."

　Theresa suddenly felt that the small basket was heavier than a stone. She tremblingly reached out and touched the fabric inside the basket with only her fingertips.

　"But now, you can not only cut it at will, but you can also use your skills to sew clothes for the greatest beast, His Majesty the Primordial Celestial. You have surpassed your teacher, haven't you, Theresa?"

　Chapter Thirty-Four: Again and again, three times... Three beast lords had no water to drink.

　Although Agnese didn't understand fabrics, she knew how to provide confidence and emotional value to the young seamstress.

　“Yes, yes…Ms. Agnese. I won’t let you down…I will use it at my best!”

　Seeing the little tailor's confident demeanor, Agnese nodded and then corrected her.

　"No, Theresa, it's not about satisfying me, but about satisfying His Majesty the Celestial Venerable. Even if His Majesty the Celestial Venerable is indifferent to fame and fortune and not elated by material gains, we, as his subjects, should take the initiative to understand what His Majesty the Celestial Venerable needs. This is our duty."

　"Well……"

　Theresa glanced at the Qilin walking ahead, completely ignoring the two behind it, and nodded her little head in agreement with Anese's words.

　“But, Ms. Agnese, how…how do we…measure…the master’s size?”

　"Hmm... this will have to be done by you, Theresa."

　"Ugh?"

　Theresa saw the look in Anesse's eyes.

　"When His Majesty the Celestial Venerable favors you, won't you be able to measure His Majesty the Celestial Venerable's physique?"

　"Sigh...that's how it is..."

　Theresa wanted to know how to get the Qilin to cooperate with her as a tailor in taking his measurements, but Agnese seemed unwilling to tell the Qilin about preparing clothes for him first.

　"I believe in you, Theresa. Keep it up."

　Under Theresa's lingering gaze, Anesse swallowed the basket whole, seemingly determined not to hand over the precious fabric to Theresa again until she had measured the unicorn's size.

　"In the name of the tailor!"

　Theresa took a deep breath and encouraged herself.

　Once she finishes this job, her achievements as a tailor will surpass those of the old tailor who taught her the craft!

　The forest is only about ten miles from the city. If you don't waste time looking around on the way, you can get into the city quickly.

　Wow, there are so many people here.

　Following behind Qilin, Theresa looked at the dense crowd of people coming and going, feeling that there were more people on this street than she had ever known in her entire life.

　"Because it's a crucial time for the selection of a new emperor for Letania, the new emperor will be confirmed around next month. Most of Letania's nobles are rushing here now. With more people, there's more demand, so naturally there are more people coming to do business, broaden their horizons, and have fun."

　Upon arriving in the city, Dori slowed down and walked behind Qilin, displaying a strong sense of responsibility as a servant. Hearing Theresa's remark, perhaps out of recognition for being a fellow 'reserve grain,' or perhaps wanting to impress this illiterate junior, he explained to her the reason for the city's large population.

　"Will this place become the palace of the Emperor of Letania?"

　"No, no, no. After ascending the throne, the Emperor of Letania will take up a post in the Electorate Region where he was born, and that region will become the new capital of Letania."

　"So that's it."

　Theresa seemed to be deep in thought.

　"Will this protect the emperor from being assassinated?"

　She had heard some stories, all rumors brought back by Sarkaz mercenaries on their long journeys, most of which were shrouded in mystery. The assassination of the emperor was the most talked-about story.

　"It has some effect, but not much. The main reason is that although the emperor of Letania is the emperor, each region is autonomous under the electors. The emperor's power is limited. Unless it is to launch a war against foreign countries, people are willing to listen to the emperor. Otherwise, the emperor's daily affairs are mostly related to the affairs of his own territory."

　"Mr. Dolly knows so much, he's so knowledgeable."

　"Ahem... It's just that you've seen too much. You still need to read more and enrich yourself. Otherwise, you'll just be illiterate, and His Majesty the Heavenly Venerable will not deign to use you."

　Dolly coughed twice, seemingly pleased with Theresa's flattery.

　"Yes, I understand your teachings."

　Little Peach nodded, but inside the peach pit, it was complaining about Dolly's words.

　Who would bother reading to food? Is the meat of an illiterate person necessarily less palatable than that of an intellectual?

　"Dolly, do you know about liches?"

　Qilin suddenly spoke up and asked.

　"Ah... Lich. I know a little, Your Majesty."

　Dolly's mist swayed for a moment, as if he were pondering information about this matter.

　“They’ve been here for a long time. The establishment of Letania is also related to them. Now they all hide in the tower and don’t go out unless necessary.”

　After briefly explaining the lich's situation in Letania, Dori finally asked about the unicorn's purpose.

　What do you want with the lich?

　"I want to know the history of the past ten thousand years. Or can you explain it to me now, Dolly?"

　"Goo, Dolly can't do it, Your Majesty."

　The sheep, who had just been gloating over the Sarkaz slave's exaggeration, now called himself an 'illiterate'.

　"Well……"

　As Theresa watched Dolly, who had fallen into a slumber and whose mist had ceased to drift, she felt as if the sheep's flesh was turning sour along with his emotions.

　"Do you know where they are, Dolly?"

　“I know that, Your Majesty.”

　Having another chance to shine, Dolly's disappointment vanished instantly. He conjured a star-shaped staff from the mist and pointed it at... the city beneath him.

　"You just need to wait here for a few days until the Letanians begin to choose their new emperor, and then the liches will have someone to record these events."

　How can you be sure they'll come?

　“It has always been like this, Your Majesty. They are going to record this in a history book of Letania, and this will probably continue until Letania is destroyed.”

　"Hmm...alright. Then I'll wait here for a while."

　Chen Lingxu looked at the tower they were about to reach. The tower was magnificent in design, and it was clear that the person who designed the blueprint had great confidence in their aesthetic sense.

　The undisputed music emperor of Letania, the voice of the Elector, the master of all tunes...

　Countless titles were bestowed upon him over a long period of time by the Leitanians who revered music and yearned for rights.

　He had already gotten used to being called the 'Emperor'.