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

　"Alright, please tell us, Mr. Dolly."

　"The first one, this person's race is... ta-da, Felin."

　A cat made of mist jumped out of Dolly's wool, and then, in his narration, the cat's image began to change.

　"And then, it was a woman. She looked very mature."

　She is neither an old woman nor a child, but a catgirl who is in the prime of her youth.

　"Finally, she's still in this city. She didn't run away; instead, she chose to stay?"

　"Film women?"

　The two women exchanged a glance. While the three pieces of information had been of great help, finding such a piece of film in this large city...

　"Since you've worked so hard and gotten up so early, I'll give you another lesson on this."

　Dolly couldn't help but chatter on.

　"This city is the center of Letania, so nine out of ten people living here are deer, lambs, wolves, and the like. Cats and dogs are not common here, and the nobility are even fewer."

　It was just a simple science popularization, but it provided them with considerable help in finding the right person.

　Searching for traces of the other party in the civilian district beneath the tower might be a good idea. And a special race like the Felin, once they've shown themselves, will surely leave clues.

　"Thank you for your help, Mr. Dolly."

　"Hmm. Go on, little girls."

　Dolly left behind a word of encouragement and then disappeared.

　"Phew, in that case, let's go check out the civilian area first."

　The city's zoning was very clear. The nobles lived in tall towers, while the commoners of Letania lived in the small houses built in the shadows of those towers. The nobles' towers were located on the city's outskirts, while the commoners were concentrated in the city center.

　As for the slums...

　Sorry. People who can't afford housing have to sleep on the ground outside the city with wild animals.

　Upon closer examination of Dolly's reminder, it becomes clear that if the foreigner, Felin, wasn't resting in the noble's tower, the only place she could be was in the city's taverns.

　"There seem to be only two taverns in town. One is Burning Oak... or is it a chain tavern? The other is a place called Wild Nest."

　Based on information gathered from guards passing by on their way home from work, Ramalyn nodded her smooth chin, thinking that the tavern, whose name sounded ominous, had a better chance of finding the person.

　After all, the assassin couldn't just check in openly and honestly.

　"not necessarily."

　Theresa, however, had a different opinion.

　"how to say?"

　"Although I don't know how Zoros found her, if she wasn't staying at the Elector's Tower, she would probably have gone to a nicer place to rest."

　Theresa raised her right hand and gestured with the food symbol.

　“She’s planning to assassinate a member of the Elector’s family. If she goes to some low-class place, she’ll be exposed as soon as she arrives. I think she’ll check in at a proper tavern like Burning Oak, just like an ordinary traveler.”

　"Hmm... that's possible. But how do you get information in a place like this?"

　The secrecy of a legitimate place is definitely better than that of a shady place, so why would they sell information to two Sarkaz?

　"Let's use the Hochberg house as cover."

　Theresa remembered the Hohenhochberg family's agreement to travel the entire district together. This "traveling the entire district" referred to the entire city they lived in, excluding the other noble towers.

　This entire city belongs to the Elector.

　"it is good."

　However, when the two arrived, the tavern owner said that there were no Philim guests staying there, and even their mention of the Hochberg family couldn't change his mind.

　"Gentlemen...we really don't have any film available for booking here."

　"……OK then."

　How strange.

　The two walked out of the tavern, and Theresa was a little confused.

　"Could it be that they really settled down in that low-class place?"

　"Shall we go check out the wild nest?"

　The two men hurried on their way, gathering information along the way.

　Wild Nest, as the name suggests, is a place where low-class characters stay. It belongs to the gray area of ​​this city. After all, the noble lords wouldn't be so idle as to go out of the city to suppress bandits every day. Those bandits and the like have money to spend in the city, so aren't they just making money off the noble lords?

　Who would have trouble with money?

　"Huh? You two Sarkaz, asking around here will get you into trouble."

　Upon seeing the Ducat gold coins, the tavern owner's expression changed instantly, and he answered their questions with a smirk.

　“But then again, ladies, I don’t have any of the filin you’re talking about. The people who have been staying here these past few days are either Elafian rangers or, like you, Sarkaz mercenaries from out of town.”

　"It's strange."

　It's not here, it's not there, and Dolly has no reason to fool them.

　Does that guy never sleep?

　"It's noon... Let's go back for lunch, Theresa."

　生死

　The crisis has long been resolved. Even if this mission goes over time, Ramalen thinks they'll just be snapped like two green beans and won't get any [time] in return. There will always be another chance to get it later.

　"All right……"

　Theresa sighed and had no choice but to give up for the time being, preparing to return to the tower to fill her stomach.

　"..."

　*An indescribable, strange shriek*

　In that brief moment, Theresa was pounced on by the dark monster that sprang out of the shadows of the alley.

　"Who goes there! Your silk is as hard as steel, and you've turned it into my blade!"

　She heard Ramalyn's angry rebuke, the fluctuations of the banshee's incantation, and the crisp sound of metal clashing.

　It hurts.

　However, she is no longer the Theresa she once was!

　"Eat my trick!"

　The wine bottle that she always wore as an ornament on her waist was now under her control; the wine inside transformed into a purplish-red dagger, which she thrust at the monster that had pounced on her.

　Chapter Sixty-Nine: A Warrior's Priority Is Survival

　Now the murderer has really come out on his own.

　Theresa repelled the monster that attacked her, dragging the silk threads she had transformed from wine in her hand, and looked at the person who was sparring with Ramalen.

　Lamaren is the princess of the Banshee Royal Court. She received a noble education from a young age, so in addition to her studies and Originium Arts, she naturally also practices weaponry. She holds a rapier made from her veil in her hand, and the Banshee princess is like a graceful feathered beast, skillfully maneuvering against her enemies.

　Although she seemed to be in control, only Ramalyn herself knew that she had already fallen into a disadvantageous position.

　"hateful……"

　The enemy's swordsmanship was too strong... She had never seen such a move before.

　"Ramalen! I'm here to help you!"

　"Theresia! Watch out!"

　The two sisters sparred with each other while practicing their spells, even developing a so-called "combination technique to deal with the Qilin." However, they never expected that their first opponent using this technique wouldn't be the Qilin overlord, but a cunning Filin assassin.

　"Leytania's Originium Arts, huh?"

　The assassin merely touched the ground with his boot, and the cat nimbly escaped the magical net woven by the two.

　"M2, come back."

　The dark monster, which had been knocked aside by Theresa's wine ball, roared and returned to Felin's back. It was tall and had a ferocious face; its dark body, gleaming in the sunlight, was like a darkness that could not be erased by daylight, bringing a powerful sense of oppression.

　"Hmph. Surrender now, you scoundrel."

　Lamarle's fingers twitched, her left hand gripping the bone pen and her right hand clutching the rapier. Only now, facing this opponent, did she feel the 'comfort' of being evenly matched.

　This is more like the kind of normal opponent she could match at this stage. What kind of supermodel is the Qilin Overlord?

　“That’s right. Now explain why you wanted to assassinate Lady Veronica, and we might spare your life.”

　Theresa also made some harsh remarks.

　"Hehehe, two Sarkaz who haven't even grown their hair yet, talking such big words, aren't they afraid of biting their tongues?"

　But faced with the two men's threats, Philine only let out a disdainful sneer. With a flick of her wrist, the blade of her sword flashed with a chilling light that sent shivers down one's spine.

　"I've killed countless Sarkaz like you long ago."

　Although the purpose of this trip was not to kill these two people, they had to be taught a lesson. She was there to negotiate, and how could she save face if she didn't demonstrate her strength?

　Her gaze swept over the pinkish-white Sarkaz, and then she focused all her attention on the banshee.

　"hateful."

　The battle is about to break out.

　Theresa then realized that sparring is sparring, and a deadly fight is a deadly fight.

　The monster was sent to deal with her... and her experience from sparring with Ramalyn was of little help.

　The only thing that can help her now is her own ability to adapt to changing circumstances.

　Believe in yourself, Theresa.

　She's a warlock, so she can't fight face-to-face with the enemy... therefore, she needs to keep her distance.

　Then carefully deal with the opponent's attacks, finding weaknesses in their moves...

　One by one, the threads formed from the wine pot were torn apart by the opponent's attacks. Theresa could only dodge, dodge, dodge, as if all she knew was how to run away.

　"*Angry scream*"

　The dark monster with four sharp bladed feet was struggling to break through the weak Sarkaz and was getting impatient.

　The Sarkaz's threads have all been cut to shreds, and she has nothing left. What can she use to block it now?

　"It's now!"

　Suddenly, the Ten Rings on Theresa's hand flickered with a faint light. The next moment, the wine that had been shattered by the monster and scattered around as water droplets was once again stretched and distorted in its physical form.

　It's like a spider weaving a web to catch mosquitoes that have wandered into it.

　Each of these water droplets was under Theresa's control. One hundred, one thousand, ten thousand seemingly scattered water droplets turned into threads that wrapped around the monster, binding every inch of its body and fixing it firmly in this space. No matter how it struggled or roared, it had no choice but to surrender.

　And Theresa... won't give it a choice.

　Fingertips twirling the silk threads are like a tailor cleaning up the messy stitches on a garment at the last moment.

　The tens of thousands of densely packed threads were like the sharpest knives, cutting and dismembering the monster. Countless crystal fragments fell to the ground after the threads disappeared.

　"call……"

　Theresa wiped the thin layer of sweat from her forehead.

　This opponent is really tough; she's going to help Ramalen right now...

　"Hey, your helper has been taken care of by Theresa, aren't you going to surrender?"

　Lamaren was sweating profusely.

　The woman opposite her, Felin, seemed to know more about banshees than she did. Every spell she used was easily blocked by her, and Felin would even use her own strength against her. After a long struggle, Felin not only did not gain any advantage, but her pretty face also narrowly escaped disfigurement several times.

　But it's okay, Theresa has already won. It's two against one, so the advantage is on my side.

　"Humph."

　Felin glanced at the pink and white Sarkaz rushing over and simply snorted.

　She underestimated this mixed-race Sarkaz a bit... but nothing happened.

　"M2! Wake up!"