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

　"They're like a bunch of disgusting pests, weeds growing in the crops."

　"No... Sarkaz... are not pests, not useless weeds."

　Theresa finally spoke.

　“Look at me, I am the good wheat you have cultivated yourself. If a stupid Sarkaz like me can grow this well, then other Sarkaz can too. There may be many shriveled, worthless seeds among them. But the same goes for the good seeds, no, there will be many more.”

　Theresa looked at the Qilin's sun-like eyes, eyes that had once been so dazzling that she hadn't dared to meet their gaze. But now, no matter how afraid or terrified she was, she would keep her eyes fixed straight ahead. She wanted to convey her thoughts to him not through her clumsy words, but through her eyes and her emotions.

　She believes...

　"Chen Lingxu. My great and respected master, I beg you to use your broad mind to embrace all those who are as foolish as me, yet still want to live well. Whether they are the Sarkaz who have abandoned your kindness or the beastmen you once protected."

　“I believe, just as you said, that this land will surely move towards a unified future. The Sarkaz and the Orcs will surely achieve true reconciliation.”

　Persuading Chen Lingxu: Difficulty & Challenge

　Success: Reputation increased.

　Chen Lingxu didn't care what kind of manure Sarkaz was, how much nutritional value it had, or whether it could be used to irrigate his fields.

　He has limited energy, so he only pays attention to things that gather around him and that arouse his interest.

　Theresa, the Sarkaz who initially displayed an unyielding spirit...

　Her courage piqued his interest, and he later discovered she had some potential, so he decided to mold her. When she disregarded racial differences to heal and help the beastmen, her 'kindness' replaced her initial courage and became Chen Lingxu's new source of amusement.

　And now, she has added to this simple 'goodness' her hopes for Sarkaz and her aspirations for the prosperity and harmony of this land.

　This resembles a game releasing a new DLC expansion pack just before it's about to be completed, making one curious about the protagonist's subsequent storyline and what kind of enjoyment players can derive from it.

　"Be glad, slave, your sweet talk has amused me."

　The neutral, chaotic Qilin overlord was curious to see how Theresa could accomplish what she claimed.

　Will they live to become legends of Night City, or die a comical, even obscure, death in some remote corner?

　"You may be spared the death penalty, but you cannot escape punishment. Since you say that the Sarkaz and the Orcs will reconcile, then I will see how you, all by yourself, manage to do this, how you, all by yourself, make the Sarkaz race into the model of excellence you describe."

　Hmm, does that mean her eloquence exemption has been approved?

　Theresa was thinking, but then she heard something that made her head spin.

　What do you mean...? How did she do it?

　She's just a slave now, and at most knows the banshee princess Ramalen... If she were to try to influence the Sarkaz one by one by herself... she probably wouldn't be able to do it even if she died of old age.

　"Huh? You can't do it?"

　"...I will try my best, I will try my best...No, I will definitely prove it to you!"

　Theresa saw the displeasure in Qilin's eyes, and she knew that if she showed weakness or cowardice because of this matter, she would suffer a terrible fate.

　In this way, she would have to transform the uncertain statement "I will try" into "I definitely can" to prove that she was confident in doing something.

　She had to muster her courage and do it with absolute conviction.

　Chapter Sixty-Seven: The Eloquent Theresa

　"Phew... I almost thought I was going to die just now. You were so good at talking, Theresa."

　Lamarle rinsed her mouth and looked at Theresa with lingering fear.

　Peach Girl performed even worse; she was stiffly scooping up water from the wooden basin and pouring it on her face without even closing her eyes.

　"Theresia, pull yourself together!"

　After being shaken several times by the Blueberry Princess, Theresa finally snapped out of her daze. She brushed away the strands of hair that were wet and stuck to her forehead and forced a smile.

　"Ah...ah. I, I'm fine, Ramalen. I'm just a little...don't know what to do."

　She filled in her major choices on the exam paper and got a passing score, but now she has no idea how to answer the questions next, except to write a solution in the blank space.

　"Hmm... that's right. If you want to change his impression of Sarkaz, you have to find a way to change Sarkaz's overall image first."

　Lamaren also started thinking about what she had just said.

　But she sadly discovered that it was now too difficult for Sarkaz to change his image.

　"To change outsiders' impression of the Sarkaz, ten thousand ordinary Sarkaz are no match for one Lord of the Royal Court. We can only try to change things from the top down."

　Let alone Theresa, even if Ramaren were to succeed her mother as the Great Banshee, she could only interfere with the Banshee Royal Court and the Sarkaz vassals who depended on it. She would have virtually no say in the affairs of other royal courts.

　"To change the minds of those royal court remnants... the only way is to become... the Demon King."

　To become the Demon King?

　Theresa blinked.

　"That's simply impossible."

　"Yes. Although there are examples of ordinary Sarkaz becoming Demon Lords in the long history of Sarkaz, before Elesh, there was an ordinary Sarkaz who became a Demon Lord, I think he was a woodcutter or a fisherman. But his end was terrible, he was used as a puppet by those old guys in the royal court, and finally couldn't bear it and committed suicide. He did nothing during his reign."

　Lamaren glanced at Theresa in front of her.

　"unless……"

　"Unless what?"

　"Unless you, Theresa, can grow into a super powerful sorcerer within a hundred years, then you won't have to fear being controlled by those royal courts, and you can then unleash your full potential."

　Theresa is very talented. Ramalen thinks that if Theresa accepts her teachings and can study at the Lich Tower in the future, she could become someone who can speak for the Sarkaz court in about a hundred years.

　"Hmm... but I don't even know if I'll live that long."

　Theresa touched her cheek.

　Now her skin is moist and elastic, and her face feels soft and smooth to the touch, but a hundred years from now... even if she becomes a powerful sorcerer, she will be old and faded and may even have difficulty moving, let alone running for Demon King to change Sarkaz.

　Oh, probably less than a hundred years later, she was killed by that wicked Chen Lingxu because of her poor performance.

　"Yes... I wish you had the blood of the Sarkaz royal court."

　Pure-blooded members of the Sarkaz royal court can easily live for several hundred years, and if their power increases, they can live even longer.

　Unfortunately, Tracy

　Ya is just an ordinary mixed-race Sarkaz; it's a blessing from her ancestors that she's lived to be a hundred years old.

　"Hey! I have an idea!"

　When the two sisters were struggling with filling out their college applications, Ramallian suddenly extended her index finger, her horned wings fluttered, and her beautiful eyes shone.

　"What idea have you come up with?"

　"Doesn't that wicked guy have a secret treasure that can prolong life?!"

　Lamarle had just remembered this.

　Since the other party doesn't seem to care at all about the ten years they promised, if they could gather a few more to extend Theresa's time...

　"right."

　Theresa remembered that Chen Lingxu had said more than once that he didn't care about a mere hundred years.

　If you could get hundreds of years' worth of rewards to complete the quest...

　"That seems like a good idea."

　But the question is, what will these two rely on to receive the Qilin's reward?

　I can't keep selling myself forever! That's so unambitious.

　"That's right! If we catch that petty thief, we can get some rewards, right?"

　The two of them then remembered the mission they were now tasked with.

　Although Theresa's sudden surge in eloquence had diverted Qilin's attention from catching the thief to Peach Girl's aspirations, it didn't mean that the two of them had completed their mission.

　"Okay! Let's go catch the thief after we wake up!"

　With a great idea in mind, the two sisters happily ate their meal, went to bed, and slept side by side.

　"..."

　Chen Lingxu ruffled Anesse's hair, rubbing the little dog's head until he felt satisfied. Then he remembered that he had let them go again because of Theresa's sweet talk. Now, even if they couldn't complete their thief-catching mission, he would have to keep taking them with him.

　"This is not good."

　That would make him seem like a dignified celestial being who doesn't keep his word.

　“Agnese”.

　"Your Majesty, I am here."

　"Go and find a way to make this a big deal. Let those two idiots complete my mission as soon as possible."

　Since he promised not to kill, and he had clearly stated that he would die if he couldn't catch the thief, then the only option was to find a way to get them to catch the 'thief'.

　"Yes."

　The loyal Anese will carry out the Qilin's orders without hesitation.

　"..."

　She walked down the street, looked at the sky, and touched her belly.

　A questioning cry.

　"Don't worry, it's just my stomach growling. Once we replenish our energy, we'll be able to complete this plan soon."

　As she spoke, she took out two pale green cubes from the travel pocket on her waist and put them in her mouth.

　“A sorrowful murmur”

　"Although it's emergency food and not very tasty, it's enough to fill my stomach."

　She seemed to have long since adapted to this way of eating and the level of food.

　"Although the food prepared by the Elector is delicious, our trust in him has begun to wane, and we should be prepared to stay longer in case we can't. Besides us, he will definitely send others to carry out assassination missions."

　"Veronica's survival is a surprise to me. Her arteries and trachea were severed, and in the few minutes after the Nightmare spell disappeared, it should have been impossible to heal her with the current level of Originium Arts in medicine. He said the Emperor knows the people behind those two Sarkaz. This might be a breakthrough for us to achieve our plan."

　"*A joyful buzzing sound*"

　"I'm curious too. For someone even the Beast Lord cares about to use a Sarkaz as a slave... could he be a descendant of some divine Beast King?"

　"* Shouts of approval*"

　"If that's the case, it might be helpful for our efforts to preserve our civilization. But every single one of those descendants of the Beast King carries the arrogance of their ancestors, which could easily become a point of failure for our plan. We also need to find a way to kill him in Kazdel."

　After saying that, she pulled her hood down and, under the bright moonlight, gazed at the distant tower.

　Chapter Sixty-Eight Hey! Wuman

　Have you ever seen Letania at 4 a.m.?

　Theresa had met him.

　Having gone to bed early last night, Theresa didn't have to exert herself or use her skills for the Qilin Overlord. As a result, she had already rested up and was full of energy quite early. She shared the prepared bread and two glasses of wine with the banshee to fill her stomach before leaving the tower to continue catching the thief.

　“Ms. Agnese… oh? Isn’t she here?”

　Theresa, who was preparing to use three clues to find the murderer, discovered that no matter how she called out, the little she-wolf Agnese did not respond.

　"The two little girls don't need to be called. Agnese is busy."

　The pink mist was almost colorless in the dim light. Dolly the sheep jumped out, lazily greeted them, and told them where Agnese was.

　"But it's okay, you can ask me anything you want."

　They were all there to share the burdens of the Primordial Celestial Lord, and his sheep Dori was no less capable than Anese.

　“Yes, Mr. Dolly. We’d like to know… well, what are the three clues about the killer?”

　"Huh? Are you planning to use all three of your help requests at once?"

　"Yes, today is the third day. We need to hurry."

　"Ok."

　Seeing their certainty, Dolly didn't meddle and explained the three opportunities for help that Chen Lingxu had requested.

　"We can provide you with that person's racial characteristics, gender characteristics, and whether they escaped."

　"Leave this city."

　After all, if the murderer escaped Letania overnight, they couldn't let the two of them chase after him.