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

　"We need to find those liches quickly."

　During this time, Chen Lingxu and the three beasts discussed some information about modern Sarkaz, especially liches, and learned how much knowledge those alien scholars had collected.

　"Go out for a stroll, slave."

　"It's...master."

　Before she had rested for long, Theresa heard the Qilin's call and immediately followed.

　"Let's go to the street on the west side today."

　"Yes."

　Theresa had no say in where they went, but that street on the west side...

　She remembered there was a tailor shop there.

　Although Agnes brought her fabric, she still needed sewing tools, so she had to go and buy more...

　Although Agnese didn't say anything, Theresa could roughly guess how she got the fabric. She couldn't offer any advice, so she could only try to behave herself; a legitimate transaction was essential.

　"Owner……"

　But she had no money on her, so she could only ask Qilin for help if she wanted to buy something.

　"Okay. Go ahead."

　Chen Lingxu was in a good mood and didn't mind the little slave making some trivial requests.

　"I'd like to mend my clothes... Could you perhaps reward your slave Theresa with some money?"

　Theresa carefully chose her words, and when Chen Lingxu looked at her, her eyes seemed to speak, constantly telling him her story.

　"Please~, please~, please~."

　"Only ten minutes."

　Chen Lingxu glanced disdainfully at the crowded tailor shop, intending only to wait for her at the entrance.

　"Thank you, Master!"

　As she caught the gold coin thrown to her, two crescent moons appeared on Theresa's almond-shaped face.

　"……Ugh."

　Chen Lingxu stood at the door, idly sharpening his claws.

　"Uh-huh?"

　The Qilin Overlord suddenly opened its eyes, its pupils as bright as a winter sun in the north wind.

　"How dare you steal my slave in broad daylight!"

　Or……

　"You think you can escape with such a trick, you slave?"

　Even if Theresa had ten more lives, she wouldn't dare... provided she had the ability to resist.

　"Who are you?!"

　Theresa felt her body light and uncontrollable, able to run several meters in a single step.

　She was planning to go shopping to meet up with Qilin, and then secretly go back to make clothes.

　The moment she finished paying, this person inexplicably grabbed her, dragged her out of the tailor shop through the back door, and ran off to some unknown place.

　"Hmph. What stupid commoners."

　The other party seemed to think that the distance they had run was about right and that it would be difficult to catch up, so they stopped and scolded Theresa.

　Wow, what kind of attitude is this person...?

　Theresa was annoyed that she had been insulted for no reason.

　"I, the princess, kindly rescued you. It's one thing if you're not grateful, but don't you even know your own identity?"

　"You really want to be someone else's slave?"

　The voice seemed to drift out from the mist. After the other person removed her veil, Theresa's peach-colored eyes widened involuntarily, and her small hands holding sewing tools involuntarily covered her open mouth.

　This girl... is almost too beautiful...

　Chapter Thirty-Seven: The Blueberry Princess

　Her long, silky gray hair was tied back with an embroidered cloth ribbon and draped over her right shoulder. Her oval face was as exquisite as a masterpiece sculpted by a master craftsman. Between a pair of slender, branch-like horns grew wings with beautiful black feathers, which flapped as if expressing her dissatisfaction.

　The woman before him was an absolute beauty by her looks alone, and the confidence she exuded and the noble air she carried in her clothing made the lowly slave, a mere tailor, feel inferior.

　"Hey, do you really want to be a slave to that kind of guy for the rest of your life?"

　Seeing the pink and white Sarkaz who had pulled her hand out and looked wary, even the Sarkaz who called herself a princess felt anger in her ruby-like eyes.

　"Well……"

　"I will not hold your rudeness against you now. Your most important task now is to escape and regain your freedom."

　A free identity?

　escape?

　Theresa looked at the Sarkaz in front of her and listened to her words. A sense of unreality suddenly rose in her heart, and her heart began to pound rapidly.

　Run away? Of course she wanted to escape from that monster! Run back to Kazdel, find her sister, and then escape to a place where that monster would never catch her again.

　Can……

　"There's no escaping it..."

　"How could you not escape? You're already far away from that guy now. Once you leave this city and enter the wilderness, he'll never find you again. Alright, hurry up and go."

　Want to leave?

　Take advantage of this moment... and escape...

　Theresa clenched her fists, the ring on her finger providing a hard feedback.

　She has already learned magic, become a sorcerer, and has the ability to protect herself... so even if she escapes now, it won't be a problem.

　The Sarkaz before him was right. He had fled into the wilderness. This land was so vast, how could he possibly find someone as insignificant as himself? Besides, to him, a mere Sarkaz slave like himself was utterly insignificant. Even if he were lost, he wouldn't care for long.

　Theresa's hesitation caused the opponent's horn wings to flap again.

　"Fine, you want to be a slave for life, suffer your whole life, and be left to die somewhere by that guy when you're no longer useful? You'll be happy, you'll be satisfied!"

　"...No! I don't want that...I don't want to be a slave at all!"

　"Then cheer up. I think you're just a piece of trash waiting to die if you run away alone. Now come with me and leave this place. Then we'll go hide in the lich's tower."

　Well……

　The Lich's Tower?

　Theresa was dragged along by the other person again.

　The little head heard familiar words from the other person's words.

　Isn't that... the place... the Qilin is looking for?

　"Wait, we can't go..."

　"why?"

　The other person turned around and asked.

　"He, the one who captured me, is also looking for the lich."

　"Don't be afraid. Only those who receive an invitation can enter the liches' tower. Those without an invitation won't be able to find the place. Once inside, just don't say anything that might annoy those bookworms."

　After saying that, she suddenly sighed.

　"Honestly, afterwards we'll inevitably have to deal with that again."

　These guys argued for a while. One or two of them were incredibly rigid. Fine, whatever, just say you're one of this princess's people... At worst, I'll just make them copy a few more banshee spells."

　"...Thank you. But why did you save me, Your Highness?"

　Theresa understood the other person's good intentions, but since they had no connection with her, why should they bother helping her when it would be a thankless task?

　"Who told you to be a Sarkaz... I am the future great banshee of the Deathstroke Royal Court, and even the future demon king of Kazdel, Ramaren! How could I possibly be indifferent to the suffering of the Sarkaz... Besides, you bumped into me the day before yesterday, and I haven't even held it against you for that yet."

　"Oh, it's you... But didn't I already apologize?"

　"Is that what you call an apology? What kind of apology is it if there's no compensation? But you don't look like you're rich, so you'll have to be my servant for a few years to pay off your debts."

　"..."

　But I feel like it's better to stay and follow Qilin.

　"Why aren't you saying anything? Haha, are you too happy to speak because we're about to leave here?"

　"No...nothing..."

　Theresa didn't say much, but...

　She was filled with worry. Could they really escape so easily?

　That is of course impossible.

　Theresa and a Sarkaz named Ramalen were blocked from their way.

　The Qilin Overlord stood there, and even though he remained silent, his towering figure alone exuded an indescribable pressure, like a mountain range.

　"Damn it... they were pretty quick. I only wanted to sneak away, but now I have no choice but to fight."

　Lamarle cursed under her breath, then stretched out her right hand, shielding Theresa behind her like a mother hen protecting her chicks.

　"your Highness……"

　Theresa wanted her to escape on her own while she stayed behind to explain things to the Qilin... She felt that the princess was no match for a monster like the Qilin...

　She's a good person, though a bit hot-blooded and a bit of a fool, but Theresa doesn't want her to end up like the Sarkaz who came before her...

　"Don't be afraid. I am a super sorcerer genius, one in a hundred years, invincible in the Banshee Royal Court. Just watch how I beat this guy to a pulp and make him apologize to you!"

　Despite saying that, Lamaren did not underestimate her opponent. She pulled out her bone pen from the silk belt around her waist and quickly added more than a dozen amplifying banshee spells to herself. She then took out several bottles of potion-like substances from the sachet-like pouch around her waist and drank them all in one gulp.

　then……

　"Die! You hateful devil!"

　Ignoring whether they were in the city or how many people were around, the banshee's incantation took shape in the air, carrying powerful energy and terrifying destructive force and visual effects, transforming into a beam of light that blasted towards the Qilin.

　The Qilin didn't move at all, directly stopping the luminous cannon. The surrounding ground was blasted apart, and the decorative bricks and stones on it were smashed to pieces, with a large amount of smoke and dust filling the air.

　"Ha, such a slow reaction! Even my mother wouldn't dare to take that attack head-on! I told you we'd be fine, didn't I...?"

　Just as Lamaren realized she hadn't asked the other person's name yet and was turning around to congratulate her, she caught a glimpse of the cold, lonely night-lit eyes of the Qilin Overlord out of the corner of her eye.

　"Your Highness...no..."

　She heard the anxious call of the pinkish-white Sarkaz, as lovely as a peach.

　but……

　It hurts so much...my stomach...

　I shouldn't have drunk so much medicine... I vomited so much blood... it must have all been punched out...

　"You alien, how dare you steal my slave!"

　The low roar of the Qilin Overlord exploded in her ears. Lamaren used her last bit of strength to raise the bone pen, but it only weakly pierced one of the scales of the other.

　What a powerful enemy... I'm sorry... Mom... I'm sorry... That Sarkaz...

　She's probably going to die.

　Chapter Thirty-Eight: Sarkaz Encyclopedia (Free Bonus)

　"Master...please...don't kill her...Your Highness...she's a good person...please..."

　Theresa had no time to stop anything and could only watch helplessly as Ramalien, who had been radiant just a moment ago, became a dying person on the verge of being crushed in Qilin's hands. The banshee's hot blood splattered out, staining Little Peach's pinkish-white cheeks with a large, glaring crimson.

　Theresa had no time to spare. She knelt down, grabbed Qilin's legs, and begged for mercy, taking all the blame upon herself and hoping he would spare this kind-hearted demoness princess.

　"It's all my fault, Master. I was disobedient... I wanted to run away... That's why the princess took me away... It's all my fault... Please... spare her..."

　"No...don't beg for mercy..."