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

　"Alright, now your task is to learn to fly. As a bird, it's shameful not to be able to fly."

　"It's...master."

　"Ramaren. You're in charge of Theresa for now. If she hasn't learned to fly by tomorrow, I'll deal with you all one by one."

　"Huh? Master, Master...Yes!"

　The banshee, who had been staring blankly at the Theresia bird, suddenly snapped to attention and immediately responded to the command. She then carefully took the plump, pinkish-white bird, about the size of a pigeon, with both hands.

　"so cute……"

　Theresa looks even cuter now than before.

　"Lamaline?"

　"Ahem. Okay, shall we go contact Flying now, Theresa?"

　"Well, good."

　Theresa noticed that the banshee was in a very happy mood, so she didn't spoil her fun. Besides, she was also eager to see if she could fly freely like the birds she had seen before.

　After watching them leave, Chen Lingxu transformed back into his Qilin beastman form, tidied up his clothes, and then strode off to play with his little animals.

　Reflecting on the little slave's emotional changes, from the disappointment when he learned that he was not qualified to attend the banquet and would be left alone at home, to the slight jealousy he felt when he first inquired about the operation specified by the other party, to the elation after turning into a bird and changing his status from slave to bird.

　Chen Lingxu wagged her tail, and couldn't help but laugh at the thought of how she would react when she told this little slave about her past transformations after she had completely 'fallen into goodness'.

　Chapter Fifty-Four: Heart-to-Heart Talk Between Two Sisters in Difficult Circumstances

　"Theresa."

　Theresa's learning ability is really strong. After Ramalyn cast a little spell on her to help her not worry about falling, she was able to fly from the first floor to the fifth floor of the tower in just two attempts.

　But Lamaren was not very happy.

　Instead, she was filled with melancholy and doubt.

　"What's wrong, Lamaren?"

　Theresa landed by the window, fanning herself, and looked at her best friend.

　“You… Theresia. Tell me honestly.”

　Lamaren looked around and cast a silencing spell, ensuring that the two could only hear each other's voices and preventing others from overhearing their upcoming discussion.

　"Hmm. You go ahead."

　When Theresa saw her serious expression and her lack of self-confidence, she felt uneasy.

　She had a hunch that the conversation that was about to take their friendship to new heights or plunge it into an abyss.

　"I said, Theresa, do you... not want to escape from that monster anymore?"

　"Huh? Why do you say that?"

　Don't want to run away?

　Theresa definitely wanted to escape...

　"But your performance today..."

　Lamarle thought back to what she had seen before: Theresa's various emotional changes in front of her and that monster.

　What's wrong with me today?

　"Why were you so happy today because he took you to the banquet?"

　Happy?

　The pinkish-white bird opened her beak, as if she wanted to say something.

　“Don’t offer any explanations, Theresa. Just tell me what you were thinking back then. Why were you happy to stay by his side!”

　Lamarle questioned him, word by word.

　Why?

　She felt she was really stupid.

　It was only now that the changes in Theresa had become apparent.

　“I… Lamaren… I…”

　What exactly made her happy at that time?

　Theresa thought to herself.

　Is it because I won't be left alone at home anymore? Is it because I don't have to worry about spending another day alone? Or...?

　“Yes, Lamaren. I do want to stay by his side.”

　Theresa saw the banshee's drooping horns and her dimmed eyes, no longer shining like sparkling rubies.

　“But, Ramallen. It’s not because I’m sick, nor because I like him for anything.”

　But, but!

　Theresa felt she had to explain.

　"What's that for?"

　Lamarlene now realizes that everything she did before was just wishful thinking. She was just meddling in other people's business and ended up losing her own freedom and dignity.

　If she hadn't meddled and hadn't taken pity on that Sarkaz slave named Theresa, would she be back in Banshee Valley now, continuing to be her banshee princess?

　But it was all too late... She would listen to what Theresa had to say, and then she would try to escape alone.

　“Ramaren, a long time ago, when he captured me and made me his slave, I wondered why he was so hostile to Sarkaz, and what Sarkaz did wrong to become like this.”

　Theresa recalled everything she had seen and heard along the way since she had followed the other person.

　Ancient feuds from ten thousand years ago, and deep-seated grievances from ten thousand years later.

　She kept thinking, if only there was a way to change this situation.

　If only there were a way to change that person's opinion of the Sarkaz, to let him know that the Sarkaz of today are no longer the primitive animals of ten thousand years ago.

　She wanted to prove that the Sarkaz, just like the beastmen, yearned for peace and a better life...

　But what methods are available to achieve this?

　Strength?

　No matter how hard she tries, even if she tries until she dies, she still can't beat him.

　Is it wise?

　She was just a Sarkaz tailor who knew a few words and could do arithmetic, and someone like her was already in the second tier of the Sarkaz group. How could she use her intelligence, which was no different from blankness, to make the other party listen to her?

　After much thought, she realized that the only way she could succeed was to perform even better, hoping to amplify her impact on the entire Sarkaz community. Only then, only when he thought, "Oh, so there are quite a few Sarkaz like you, Theresa. I will show mercy and spare these Sarkaz," would Theresa feel that the future of the Sarkaz was saved.

　"You want him to change his opinion of all Sarkaz because of you? Theresa..."

　After hearing her explanation, Lamarle just felt... that she had something wrong with her head.

　"You're such an idiot."

　“Yes, Ramalen… I might just be a fool. After all, only a fool would believe that something like this could happen to her.”

　"..."

　Theresa looked at the banshee in front of her and said to her again:

　"I'm sorry, Lamaren. I... I've let you down. And... I've caused you to suffer... I will try my best, I will try my best to win you freedom."

　"...Ha, what other skills do you have? You don't even dare to resist anymore... How do you expect to change his mind?"

　"I... will do my best..."

　The banshee slammed her hand on the window, glared at Theresa in front of her, and questioned her through gritted teeth.

　"Enough. You keep talking about trying, but you don't even know that monster's name! You don't even have the right to speak to him on equal footing. In his eyes, you're just a Sarkaz slave, lowly! Sarkaz! Slave! What makes you think you can interfere with his thoughts! Just because he likes you! Just because you're good-looking! And comfortable to fuck?!"

　Theresa looked at the succubus princess in front of her, who had no manners and whose words were full of vulgarities that needed to be censored, and for a moment... she was speechless.

　"I can……"

　Can she really do it?

　she really...

　"Ha. Theresa. Don't say I didn't give you a chance..."

　After venting her anger, Lamarle suppressed her even greater rage and tried her best to speak to her rationally.

　"Let's take this one last gamble."

　"what?"

　Theresa initially thought their friendship was about to break down, but Ramalyn's actions restored her confidence.

　"Let's bet on tonight. Can you find out his name?"

　"..."

　"No matter what method you use, if you can't get the answer, it means your idea will never come true, and you will have to run away with this princess."

　"What if I ask it out loud?"

　"If you ask..."

　The banshee princess remained silent for a long time, then let out a long sigh before looking at Theresa with a complicated expression.

　"Then this princess will risk her life to accompany you, you silly girl, and help you change that monster's mind."

　"Lamaren..."

　Faced with that grateful gaze from those pink eyes, Princess Blueberry turned her head away, her horned wings flapping to cover her eyes.

　"Hmph. Who told this princess to run into someone like you?"

　"That stupid Sarkaz."

　Moreover, she's already been tortured by that monster so much, and to just run away like this in such a sorry state... the sunk cost is just too high!

　She is not reconciled!

　Chapter 55 The Future of Sarkaz, The End

　Chen Lingxu noticed that Little Peach was unusually well-behaved today.

　In the past, when I asked her to sit, even if her body was honest, she would try to resist in her eyes, small movements, and other details, as if this meant that she was still resisting and had never truly obeyed.

　But today… even her hands obediently let him do as he pleased… hmm… something's definitely up.

　Having enjoyed the rare pleasure of having two wives in his handsome form, Chen Lingxu began to rethink things during his free time.

　Just then, the little slave, who had become somewhat clingy, pressed her little head against his chest and looked at him with a charming gaze. Her peach-colored eyes showed a hint of anticipation, as if she was waiting for him to respond to her next words.

　"Master... how do you feel about this time?"

　"Not bad. Your slave does have some talent."

　She'd rather not have that talent.

　Theresa caught a glimpse of the banshee's gaze out of the corner of her eye. To cooperate with her, Ramalen had no choice but to endure the humiliation. First, she played a game of double-talk with Theresa, and then, in a game of rock-paper-scissors, she deliberately chose paper and lost to Theresa, becoming the packhorse that carried her.

　Now, it's time for her to take responsibility for Ramalen... What will become of the sisters...?

　"It's all because...Master...taught me well."

　Theresa saw the banshee's trembling horns; she was trying hard to suppress a laugh.

　Yes, after all, she could shamelessly say such things to flatter the devil who turned her into a slave.

　"Um……"

　“Um… Master…”

　Seeing that he was about to close his eyes and fall asleep, Theresa quickly pushed away the small hand that was pressing on his chest, drawing Qilin's attention back to her.

　"speak."

　"Well... since, since we're going to a banquet..."

　Theresa had been thinking about how to legitimately ask the other person's name. While pondering, she came up with a good idea.

　They still used the excuse of attending a banquet to inquire.