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

　The spell was quite powerful, capable of affecting an entire tower, creating an effect as if a strong wind had extinguished all the lights.

　But in reality, the lights were never extinguished; the tower remained brightly lit.

　However, everyone present was in a state of 'blindness,' which is why some people used Originium Arts to illuminate the area and could not see anything.

　"So it's a spell like this... But... I've never heard of any banshee being skilled in this spell."

　Lamaren certainly knows blinding spells, but she can't make so many people fall for them silently.

　Based on the bone whistle she had just heard, she couldn't recall having such a person in the Banshee Royal Court.

　"You stupid banshee, who said only banshees can use this kind of magic?"

　"Then why..."

　Lamarle fell silent.

　Even someone as slow-witted as her would have realized it...

　In the current situation, whether someone hired the banshee to kill or wanted to frame the banshee, she is now inextricably linked to the crime.

　"what--!"

　After the magic was dispelled in Chenlingxu, someone immediately discovered the location of the tragedy.

　"Lady Veronica!"

　The little deer girl had already fallen into a pool of blood, her deer head resting on the table, pressed against the plate of fresh, green vegetable salad, as if she were the main dish served inside.

　"Damn it! Guards! Seal off this place immediately! Capture the assassin!"

　Horn didn't have time to be surprised and immediately ordered a blockade.

　He then looked at Veronica Lancaster, who had been assassinated.

　"Damn it, how is Veronica?"

　"Lady Veronica...her arteries and trachea have been severed...there's no hope for her."

　A nobleman with medical knowledge had already conducted an examination, but the assassin was swift, accurate, and ruthless, and had a clear understanding of Veronica's current physical structure, making it easy for him to kill her even in the darkness.

　"……hateful."

　Horn immediately turned to look into the crowd, trying to find a lifeline.

　"sky……"

　He saw that unforgettable sun, but the other person simply raised a finger and poked his chest.

　Chest?

　Horn suddenly thought of the 'reward' he had received today.

　"Get out of the way! I have a secret medicine here!"

　As soon as Horn spoke, no one stopped trying to stop him, but everyone's attention was now focused on him.

　If he doesn't intervene to save the person, the primary responsibility doesn't lie with him, but if he can't save them... it could easily trigger a conflict between the Lancaster and Hochberg families.

　"..."

　Horn took out the thin piece of paper. He looked at Veronica, who was barely breathing, gritted his teeth, and pressed the paper against the wound on her neck.

　"Lord Horn..."

　"Look! Lady Veronica!"

　The paper turned to ashes the moment it touched the dying fawn, but Veronica, who was bleeding profusely just a second ago, now had her wounds scabbed over.

　Her injuries healed in that very brief moment...

　Even... they were able to move around.

　"I, I'm... cough cough... what's wrong..."

　Veronica shakily lifted her head, the salad dressing from the plate still sticking to her chin, making it a little sticky.

　"You were just assassinated, Lady Veronica."

　Horn took a towel and carefully wiped the still somewhat bewildered deer woman's mouth clean.

　"Assassination attempt..."

　Yes, you

　Do you remember what the person who tried to assassinate you looked like? Or their distinctive features?

　"I can't remember... it was pitch black back then..."

　Veronica frowned as she thought.

　"However... I think I heard... &*S%＃!... something like that."

　She tried hard to recall, and then stumbled over and repeated the whisper she remembered hearing.

　"By the Golden Melody! Lady Veronica! This is the language of those demons!"

　"The language of demons?"

　All eyes turned to the Elector who had exclaimed in surprise.

　"Lord Zoros Castro? You know this language?"

　Horn looked at the learned old goat.

　“That’s right. What we Letanians can never forget is the language of these demons.”

　"Do you know what this means?"

　"Of course I know, I will never forget it in my entire life."

　The old goat's beard was stirred by his anger.

　"That's the language of those damned banshees! Little Veronica must have been harmed by those wicked Sarkaz, those vicious demons!"

　Banshee... Sarkaz... Demon Lord...

　The Sarkaz caused quite a stir, as they were very familiar with the Letanians.

　"I remember now! My grandfather encountered it; those hateful female demons would blow that terrifying whistle before killing people!"

　"Damn demon guy!"

　"We must avenge Lady Veronica!"

　The hatred of the Letanians was stirred up, and everyone present began to condemn them. Some nobles were already gathering their troops to kill the Sarkaz and take revenge.

　"A banshee? A Sarkaz? Huh?"

　Chapter Sixty-One: The Murderer Revealed Himself

　"These guys! They didn't even bother to investigate before throwing mud at the Sarkaz!"

　The female demon's wings flapped in anger. She glanced at the Qilin beside her, but the man merely gave her a fleeting look.

　"Do we need to throw mud at you? You aliens are just like this anyway."

　"Gu..."

　If she weren't outmatched, Lamaren would definitely have given this guy a good fight.

　"But such a farce really bores me."

　After saying that, Chen Lingxu slapped her back. Before Lamaren could recover from the pain of the drum, she found that the crowd in front of her had been scattered by a force, and she... was exposed to the eyes of these Letanians.

　Who are you? What do you want to say?

　The old goat named Zoros looked at the woman who had raised questions and pushed through the crowd to stand in front of everyone, and felt that the woman looked somewhat...familiar.

　"Hmph, weren't you just denouncing the banshee? I, the princess, am right here."

　Lamaren really wanted to turn around and kick that guy. If he wanted to show off, why didn't he do it himself? Pushing her, this banshee, out when these ignorant Letanians were in a state of high spirits was just inviting public wrath.

　"A banshee?!"

　Everyone present was startled again. The dozen or so golden-armored knights who had rushed over after receiving news of the disturbance at the banquet immediately drew their weapons and surrounded the Sarkaz who had revealed his origin.

　"That's right, I am the banshee of the Deathstroke Royal Court, Ramalen Ducanfaris. I originally didn't want to have anything to do with you, but you fools didn't even do a basic investigation before pinning the blame on the Sarkaz. You are utterly stupid."

　Surrounded, Lamaren showed no fear whatsoever.

　She can't defeat the Qilin Overlord, but these Golden Law Guards can't stop her.

　But the important thing now is not to take action, but to let these Letanians know that this has nothing to do with the Sarkaz.

　"Hmph! Well, the assassin has come out on his own! Are you going to deny that the whistle just now wasn't your banshee's witchcraft?!"

　"..."

　That's undeniable.

　"Foolish. Does the ability to use a banshee's bone whistle mean that the killer must be a banshee?"

　"Otherwise what? Would we, the Letanians, use your Sarkaz magic? That would be defiling the noble souls of us Letanians! Gentlemen, would you use the witchcraft of these inherently evil Sarkaz brats?"

　"What a joke! Who would use such disgusting magic!"

　"We are Leitanians!"

　"By the Golden Melody! Evil banshee, prepare to die!"

　The old goat's words and the responses of the surrounding nobles seemed to have cornered the banshee.

　What else can Lamaren do? How can she explain herself to these people so that they won't believe the banshee did it?

　"Owner……"

　Theresa watched anxiously as her fellow sufferer was being denounced. She desperately wanted to go to her side and explain. But even Ramalen was speechless; her clumsy tongue would only make things worse if she went over there.

　"She could have won by a landslide."

　Seeing that Lamaren was already falling into the trap of self-proof, Chen Lingxu shook his head and turned Theresa back.

　“Go and remind her, Theresa.”

　"Huh? Me?"

　An invisible force knocked the Golden Law Guard behind Lamaren into a daze, and the nobles present were once again shocked to see the pink and white Sarkaz walking to the side of the banshee.

　"How come there's still a Sarkaz here?!"

　"Lord Horn! Why are there so many Sarkaz at your banquet!"

　"Could it be that you plotted to murder Lady Veronica?!"

　Before the old goat could speak, the nobles heard...

　A few voices of doubt came from within him. Although he was somewhat surprised by the passion of these people, since someone was questioning him, he was in no hurry to speak. He simply took a step back warily and then looked at Horn, who still hadn't made a move.

　"Lord Horn. My master asked me to pass on a message to you."

　Theresa stood next to Lamaren, also looking at Horn who was standing there.

　"The master of the Sarkaz?"

　"Could Horn really be colluding with the Sarkaz?"

　"Is the Hochberg family going to join forces with the Sarkaz and betray Letania?"

　The Sarkaz's master is, of course, the Sarkaz. As soon as Theresa said this, the other nobles instantly formed this stereotype.

　As a result, the voices condemning him naturally grew louder.

　Although the Hochberg family were electors, who among those present wasn't a member of the electoral faction?

　Those servants might fear Horn as an elector, but the other electors were more than happy to see him fail. Therefore, when someone came to denounce him, those behind him would only fan the flames rather than stand up for Hochberg.

　"Shut up, everyone."

　Horn remained unperturbed. He stepped forward, first loudly rebuking the jeering crowd, and then, instead of immediately speaking to Theresa, he dragged the equally influential music emperor into the fray.

　"Your Majesty, ladies, please convey my sincere greetings to His Majesty the Celestial."

　If they only respond to Theresa, the Hochberg family will find it difficult to clear their name of colluding with the Sarkaz. But if they bring the penguins who are watching the show into the picture, they can directly show that the person behind these two Sarkaz is not a Sarkaz, but an immortal being who stands on Letania's side, and even on the side of the Hochberg family.

　"cough."

　Originally, he just wanted to watch the show, but he ended up getting dragged into it himself. The emperor could only cough to indicate that he agreed with Horn's words.