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

　The succubus's voice was faint and weak, yet it carried an unwavering determination.

　"Begging for mercy... just once... and then I'll never... ever... be able to stand up again... ugh..."

　With just a slight exertion of the Qilin's claws, Lamaren felt as if her heart was being torn apart.

　"Hmph. You fools, you think you can preach high principles? When my beastmen begged for mercy, you she-wolves didn't spare them. You things, whether it's ten thousand years or a hundred thousand years, will still be those disgusting brain-draining, marrow-sucking creatures. Whether it's Tikkaz or Sarkaz, no matter how many times you change your name..."

　"None of that will change your disgusting nature."

　Chen Lingxu patiently waited for the female demon to finish her monkey show, wanting to see the true quality of a modern female demon, but in the end, she still couldn't even break his defenses.

　Now, this banshee is still spouting platitudes about not begging for mercy, acting as if he were the heinous villain.

　"Master...Master...Princess...she...she knows the lich's location!"

　Seeing that Lamaren was barely breathing, Theresa steeled herself and gritted her teeth to say what Lamaren had just said.

　"Really?"

　Chen Lingxu withdrew his hand from the succubus's sticky abdominal cavity, shook off the blood, grabbed her neck, and recovered from his injuries in the blink of an eye.

　"No...no...you can't..."

　Ramallen knew this was an attempt to save her... but how could she possibly tell such a thing to someone who made no attempt to hide his malice towards the Sarkaz...?

　"Don't rush me. I have plenty of ways to make you say it."

　Chen Lingxu glanced at the little slave kneeling at his feet, then took a step, his hand that was gripping the banshee's neck naturally falling down, not caring whether her body was dragging on the ground.

　"I'll deal with your foolishness later."

　This time, when the whip lashed her, Theresa knew her back was bleeding, her skin torn and bleeding. The immense pain made her hands, gripping the basket, turn blue. But she remained silent, staggering as she followed the Qilin.

　The might of the Kirin Overlord had already intimidated the surrounding Letanians, who dared not utter a single word, and... surely no Letanian would speak up for Sarkaz.

　"Cough cough...you...don't even think about...getting anything from me...ooh..."

　Lamaren endured the pain until she was thrown to the ground. Looking at the ferocious monster before her, she resolved to remain silent and die rather than submit.

　But the other party...

　"As I've said before, I have plenty of ways to make you talk."

　The banshee's head was pinned down by the Qilin, her cheek pressed against the cold rock.

　She could smell the dust...

　What awaits them next must be some incredibly cruel punishment.

　She was prepared to face anything!

　Lamaren of the Banshee King's Court... will not yield...

　"What are you doing! You monster! Get away! Get out of here!"

　The slender legs of the female demon princess were hooked by the sharp claws of the Qilin, and at this moment the Qilin overlord regained his long-lost beastly body.

　Although he had deliberately planned the size of his body, he was still three or four times larger than the banshee.

　The female demon, so petite in front of the Qilin beast's body, seemed as if she would be torn to pieces with the slightest movement of his claws.

　Ramallen so wished that was her fate... instead of...

　"Wow, she's even wearing a black bodysuit?"

　Beneath the succubus's magnificent grey-blue dress lay a thin, barely-smoothed black bodysuit. This delicate fabric, clinging to her body and slightly damp with sweat, made the grey-blue succubus visually resemble a plump, juicy blueberry, thus stimulating the Qilin's appetite for the fragrant fruit.

　Think back, what are some of the ways to consume a banshee?

　"No...no...you...monster...help...someone...save me...no..."

　Theresa huddled in the corner, clutching her head and burying her face between her legs. She dared not look at the banshee's miserable state, yet her screams continued to reach her ears.

　The most horrific treatment Theresa had ever endured paled in comparison to the banshee before her...

　What should she do?

　"Master, master..."

　Chen Lingxu was enjoying the banshee's screams. Although he had always treated these ugly bird-headed monsters in a different way in the past, the methods he used now were also a kind of fun.

　Ah, it's all this little slave's fault, causing him to develop some strange fetish.

　Chen Lingxu glanced down at the little slave who had just crawled up to him.

　"Please... spare... spare Her Highness for now... her..."

　She looked like she was dying... her head was rolled back... and she was drooling so much... she looked like she'd gone mad...

　Theresa had initially mustered her courage, but after meeting Qilin's gaze, her courage was gradually eroded by fear, and she began to stammer.

　"You want me to spare her? Then you'll come and please me in her place? Hmm? Theresa?"

　The hot breath exhaled by the Qilin in its sacred beast form was like a gust of wind, ruffling Theresa's hair and revealing her beautiful face, which was filled with a hint of sorrow and tears.

　"I……"

　Theresa had just witnessed the ferocity of the Qilin; if it were her, she definitely wouldn't be able to withstand it.

　But if we don't change... that kind-hearted... the demon princess who fell to this state because of her... will definitely be tortured to death by the cruel Qilin.

　"I……"

　"If you're scared, get lost. Slave, I don't have time to listen to your nonsense."

　“…I am willing, Master…please, please let me…replace…the Princess…”

　Theresa's words drew a sneer from the Qilin.

　Ramalyn reached out her hand tremblingly, trying to stop her.

　"It's alright... Your Highness... I've been through this many times, I'm used to it... It's alright."

　Theresa grasped Ramalyn's already somewhat cold hand, her thin pink lips biting down.

　Even though she had made up her mind, a single strand of hair still trembled uncontrollably.

　“Theresa…”

　Lamaren watched as her compatriots were tortured by the brutal Qilin, yet they still had to go against their own hearts and flatter the Qilin.

　How much she hated her own incompetence... If she were stronger, more capable, or even quicker... wouldn't she have prevented this poor Sarkaz, already in hell, from falling into an even more terrifying situation because of her recklessness?

　"Waaah...you monster...don't treat Theresa so cruelly...don't treat her so brutally! Waaah~!"

　The succubus princess cried out, but her cries only brought Theresa an even more miserable treatment.

　Even... the Qilin Overlord wanted to make this powerless female demon watch as the person she wanted to help and save suffered terrible punishment on her.

　Chapter Thirty-Nine: Sisters in Misfortune

　"..."

　Inside the rock prison built of this tower, the banshee princess lay on the ground, her red agate eyes staring blankly at the roof.

　Her whole body ached as if it were falling apart, or as if it had been scraped by a knife.

　Only her hand, only her hand, was still tightly holding the hand of her compatriot beside her.

　"I'm sorry... Your Highness..."

　A hoarse voice rang out, but the succubus remained unmoved, simply staring blankly at the sky.

　"You didn't have to care about me at all before... Master... He... wouldn't kill me..."

　Theresa wasn't talking about Ramalyn taking her away.

　Instead, when she had taken the blame for Ramallen and offered herself in her place, Ramallen, seeing how she was being tortured, actually wanted to replace her again.

　The Qilin Overlord, of course, wouldn't tolerate her. He gave her another good beating, making Ramallian's already aching body even worse.

　"..."

　The banshee's silence fueled Theresa's growing guilt. Theresa tremblingly placed both of her hands on the banshee's, hoping it would offer some comfort.

　"...Your name is...Theresia?"

　The succubus princess's once melodious voice was now hoarse, as if pierced by a knife. Her horned wings drooped listlessly on her forehead, and her eyes, as she laboriously moved her neck, fell upon Theresa.

　"Um……"

　Theresa turned to the side, her gaze meeting Theresa's.

　"So... you've been suffering such terrible torment all along..."

　Ramallen wasn't thinking about what Theresa was saying. She had just gone through such torment, while her compatriot beside her might have to go through it every day... or even multiple times.

　Oh, how desperate that must be.

　Lamarle couldn't imagine how Theresa, with her delicate body, had managed to persevere.

　"I'm sorry... Theresia... If I had known... I definitely wouldn't have wasted my time... Waaah... I'm sorry..."

　"your Highness……"

　It's not that outrageous...

　Seeing Ramalyn's tearful eyes, Theresa felt that she might have misunderstood something.

　At least before Lamaren appeared, Qilin only dealt with her in normal human form. After getting used to it, it wasn't so painful anymore... But it's better to keep such things to yourself.

　Theresa thought to herself.

　“Don’t be afraid, Theresa. That monster… it can’t defeat me, Ramaren, with something like that… we can definitely escape.”

　Hmm, still thinking about escaping.

　Theresa did not discourage her.

　If she had enough ability, she would definitely have thought of escaping... She's only staying now out of necessity.

　"Um……"

　"We need to find his weakness..."

　Ramallen didn't believe that anyone was without any weaknesses; she was certain... certain that she could escape with poor Theresa.

　"Hey."

　A mocking laugh reached their ears as the door was pushed open.

　“Ms. Agnese…”

　Theresa saw the other person clearly.

　The mother wolf came in carrying a basket, which probably contained food; Theresa could already smell the aroma.

　Oh yeah, we were supposed to have meat soup for dinner tonight...

　Theresa also fantasized about how delicious the soft white bread would be, soaked in the oil from the broth.

　And then... this happened today.

　“You, Theresa.”

　Agnese looked at the little slave's disheveled state and a hint of regret appeared in his eyes.

　"Sorry……"

　Ms. Agnese was quite kind to her, willing to tell her many things to pay attention to when following the Qilin, and even found her such expensive fabric so that she could display her talents.

　“I was furious when I heard you ran away, Theresa.”

　Agnese placed the basket beside her, sat on the ground licking his paws as he spoke to her.

　"His Majesty the Celestials disregards your race as a Sarkaz alien, teaches you magic, bestows upon you magical artifacts, and allows you to defy authority; he values ​​you so highly."

　"Sorry……"

　"Hmph. After all, your race is the uneducated Sarkaz, so it's normal for you not to be grateful. This has been recorded since ancient times. I'm too lazy to argue with you Sarkaz."

　At this moment, Agnese looked at her with a hint of pity.

　"Eat up, this might be your favorite."

　This is the last meal. Eat well, Theresa.

　"Woo..."