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

　"It seems to be called... Utica. Count Utica."

　Chapter Seventy-Eight: The Noisy Wind

　"I can not sleep."

　Lamaren touched her belly; she felt incredibly light today, but she just… couldn't sleep.

　"Theresia, are you asleep?"

　The moon outside the window had already moved from one end to the other, but she was still full of energy. Anyone who didn't know better would think that the ancient demon genes within her had awakened, and that she was becoming more active as the night went by.

　"...Ramalen. If you can't sleep, count the stars."

　Theresa lay on her side beside her with her eyes closed. But it was clear that she was also suffering from insomnia and wasn't sleepy at all.

　"Have you ever been let off the hook by that guy?"

　"...only once or twice."

　At other times, it's like clocking in for work; I have to play at least one game of Plants vs. Zombies with her before I can let her go to sleep.

　"Ugh……"

　Lamarian rested her head on her hands, gazing at the night sky outside the window.

　"They let him go; this should be something to celebrate."

　But this body, on its own, doesn't want to sleep anymore.

　Lamarle thought she was really...

　"How despicable."

　"Lamaline?"

　"Theresia, do you think I've been driven crazy by that guy?"

　"No... don't overthink it. It's just that there's nothing to do today, and we have to travel tomorrow."

　"Oh... on our way."

　We still have to go to the Lich Tower... Lamaren really doesn't want to be that guy's Sarkaz guide.

　When those liches ask her again, "Was it you who led the gods here?", she won't even be able to deny it.

　"What do you think he wanted to do there?"

　With her horned wings covering her eyes, Lamaren asked her sisters in the darkness what the Kirin might do.

　"I don't know... Master will say it when he wants to. By the way, Ramalen, the liches should have received the letter you sent out before, right?"

　Theresa suddenly remembered this backup plan they had.

　"They should have arrived by now. I hope those liches didn't throw my letter into the incinerator as junk."

　"But what if they send people here?"

　They'll be here by then.

　"It's alright, the liches have special communication methods, and they will notify the lich who is coming to pick you up when the time comes."

　Lamarle turned over, but still couldn't fall asleep.

　She took out her bone pen from her waist, stroked the patterns on it, and conceived a spell that could help her sleep.

　"..."

　As Theresa was thinking about the green lynx, she suddenly felt her eyelids become heavy.

　Is sleepiness coming on so quickly?

　Before falling into a deep sleep, Theresa heard a banshee's sigh.

　The sigh was tinged with an unspeakable shame.

　"Lamaren..."

　Lamaren, you deserve to die.

　The succubus princess nudged her sister beside her to make sure she was asleep before cursing herself inwardly.

　"call……"

　Damn it... Damn it...

　"That despicable guy... that fickle guy... that bastard..."

　The succubus muttered curses, but every word she uttered was directed at the other person, as if only in this way could she feel better.

　"Sigh... Just this once... Just this once... I just want to fall asleep quickly."

　When Theresa regained consciousness, it was already the next morning, and the sunlight outside the window illuminated the room.

　"Ramaren!"

　Theresa remembered that she had suddenly been cursed by the banshee last night. She looked up and there the banshee was sitting there.

　"Oh, how did you sleep, Theresa? I saw you tossing and turning, unable to sleep, so I took the liberty of casting a sleep-inducing spell on you. You won't be mad at me, will you?"

　"Ah...thank you."

　Looking at the Banshee Princess's sincere face, Theresa opened her mouth and only uttered a word of thanks.

　"It's okay, we're all family. Alright, hurry up and wash up so we can go eat."

　"Oh."

　Watching the banshee's departing figure, Theresa felt that there was something more to her words.

　"Owner."

　After washing up, she saw the Qilin in the hall on the first floor of the tower, along with the large lynx that stayed by his side.

　"Packed up?"

　"It's all packed."

　There wasn't much stuff; Theresa carried the basket containing food and water, while the basket containing clothes was in the hands of the banshee.

　"Okay. Let's go then."

　Of course, walking is impossible.

　After descending the tower, a magnificent beast-drawn carriage was already waiting there.

　"Master, aren't the Great Emperor and the others coming with us?"

　But only Felin set off with them; even Agnese stayed behind.

　"Hmm? They don't need to travel by carriage. When I need them, I just call out and they come."

　The beast-drawn carriage wasn't very big. When Chen Lingxu transformed into human form, his beastman-Qilin form already occupied more than half of the carriage. If three more people squeezed in, it would be completely full. There was no way it could fit such a large sheep and wolf.

　"Let me catch the train."

　Kal'tsit glanced at the group.

　Chen Lingxu definitely couldn't be made a coachman, and these two Sarkaz looked clumsy, so in the end, the task would have to fall to her.

　“This…Ms. Kal'tsit, I, I can. When I was a child, I helped the herders around the village look after their pack animals for a few days.”

　Theresa thought about the other person's name. She had heard the other person's name yesterday when she was playing the victim with Qilin, and she hoped that the other person hadn't called her by the wrong name.

　"Hmm? Really? Then give it a try."

　Even though she said she would, Kal'tsit didn't immediately return to the carriage. She sat next to Theresa, her eyes fixed on Theresa, who was gripping the reins.

　"That...stand..."

　The whip lashed across the pack animal's rump, and the animal merely yawned lazily.

　"Uh...maybe it can't understand me?"

　Theresa saw the speechless look in Felin's eyes, then handed the whip to him with a sullen face.

　"go!"

　Kal'tsit lashed out with her whip, and the beast, slightly in pain, obediently began to slow its pace.

　"Ms. Kal'tsit, you are amazing."

　"..."

　Do you think praising her will make her happy? She's just a Sarkaz, not her precious son.

　"You said you looked after pack animals when you were a child?"

　"Yes, yes. Back then, the village was quite wealthy... There was a nobleman who built a ranch around the village and raised seven or eight pack animals."

　Theresa was incredibly envious. For an ordinary family, owning even one pack animal was enough to make them a wealthy village, but that nobleman had so many. She and her sister went to help out as laborers, but she was responsible for looking after the pack animals, while her sister was responsible for... cleaning up their droppings.

　"and after?"

　"Well... later, many people passed through the village and took the nobleman and his pack animal away. They never came back."

　"Yes. They were probably drafted and died on some unknown battlefield. That's the norm here."

　"Huh? Not Sarkaz, I mean, does this kind of thing happen outside of Kazdel?"

　Theresa looked on with curiosity.

　Although Qilin would tell her about the Beast Kingdom, and the Beast Lords' casual conversations would also touch on related topics, those were all ancient stories from ten thousand years ago. Ramalen, on the other hand, only talked about her life in the royal court, so Theresa often found herself with nothing in common to discuss.

　Now we finally have someone who can talk about things in other parts of this era... Ah, I really want to know!

　"..."

　Are those Sarkaz's eyes really that bright?

　Kal'tsit probably understood why the other party was more favored by Qilin. Those expressive, almond-shaped eyes... were her greatest asset, even more captivating than her appearance.

　Chapter Seventy-Nine: The Tree Desires Stillness

　"..."

　The atmosphere inside the carriage was rather quiet.

　Lamaren rarely has the opportunity to be alone with the Qilin Overlord.

　Normally, even when things were bad, Theresa would be there for her, but now Theresa was busy being a coachman and listening to stories, so she didn't have time to take care of her.

　Why hide so far away?

　Chen Lingxu, in his human form as a handsome man, was enjoying the relatively spacious carriage for his current form. He glanced at the female demon huddled over there like a quail, and shook his head at her appearance.

　Where is the princess's elegance now? She's completely different from when we first met. I really don't know if she's been corrupted by that naive fool Theresa.

　"No, no..."

　“Yesterday I heard strange noises coming from your room.”

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　No, that's not it... a strange cry.

　Lamaren wanted to argue, but then she realized that the Qilin had discovered what she had secretly done last night.

　"What else could it be but a strange cry?"

　Chen Lingxu beckoned, and Lamaren floated uncontrollably in front of him. The Qilin did not use any magic.

　"It's...it's...it's the wind...the wind is blowing through the window..."

　They're about to stare at each other again...

　Lamaren hates and fears nothing more than making eye contact with this guy.

　When they first met, she cried until her voice was hoarse, and was also threatened by this guy. Every time after that, it was the same… At crucial moments, he would force himself to look into his eyes, to look directly into them… and then…

　"Is it really the sound of the wind? Or... Yin∠?"

　Chen Lingxu grabbed her slender neck, pulled her into his arms, stared into Blueberry Princess's agate red eyes, and lowered his voice so that only the two of them could hear him.

　"No...no...waa...no..."

　Lamarle was on the verge of tears. This guy knew perfectly well what was going on, yet he still had to say it to her face.

　How can you bully people like this...