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

　"Heh, I don't care what those strange noises are."

　Chen Lingxu looked out the window; the sun was shining brightly, perfect for daytime entertainment.

　"I'm quite interested in the little stories outside. Since you say those sounds have nothing to do with you, you succubus who always likes to scream, then let me see if it's really as you say. Lamaren."

　"Waaah...you...bastard...you're bullying me..."

　What can Lamaren do?

　She always felt that Theresa had no intention of resisting, but she actually knew the truth.

　Princess Lamaren's will to rebel was completely shattered when she suffered her first defeat and the subsequent CG cutscene, and she could never rebuild it.

　She only saw Theresa's 'weakness,' which she could use to deceive herself, portraying herself as an indestructible cockroach, a brave warrior who would run away no matter how many times she failed. Because no matter what, there was someone weaker than her by her side... As long as she was by her side, she, Ramaren, was the bravest Sarkaz.

　But in her heart... that man was so terrifying... how could she possibly win... She shouldn't resist anymore... she should just obediently listen to him... that way she wouldn't suffer anymore... anyway, she'd get used to it and it wouldn't hurt that much... thinking about it carefully, it was actually quite comfortable...

　But she couldn't tell Theresa to stop believing her, to stop believing Ramalyn, that she was a liar, that she was even more cowardly and depraved than she was... She could only pretend, putting on a facade in front of Theresa.

　She was shocked and envious of Theresa's courage when she saw her act in front of Chen Lingxu.

　"Gulp...kill me...kill me..."

　"What nonsense are you talking about? I'm having a great time."

　Chen Lingxu, too lazy to pay attention to this easily agitated female demon, slapped her, and Lamarian obediently shut up and bent over.

　"Wow……"

　As Theresa listened to Kal'tsit's stories of everyday life from various places, she was genuinely impressed by Kal'tsit's extensive knowledge and felt happy that she had broadened her horizons and increased her knowledge.

　"..."

　Kal'tsit looked away, ignoring Theresa's praise.

　She wouldn't feel smug about chatting and boasting with an illiterate person, just as Kal'tsit wouldn't humiliate them for being illiterate yet studious.

　"This land is far more vast than you imagine. If you weren't a Sarkaz, perhaps you could choose to travel far and wide and become an explorer."

　"...Ms. Kal'tsit, can't the Sarkaz do this?"

　Theresa knew that there was discrimination against Sarkaz in other places, but she still wanted to ask this question... It wasn't that she had a confrontational personality; she was actually asking herself, why can't Sarkaz be explorers?

　"Of course, provided you are prepared to travel alone."

　Kal'tsit thought about it and realized that she wouldn't understand if she talked to her about profound things.

　"Traveling alone...?"

　Theresa looked up at the distant sky, where white clouds floated.

　She gripped the whip tightly and took a deep breath.

　"I'm ready."

　The Lich Tower is located in Ludwig Tower, which is in another region and takes at least ten days to reach.

　"...The wilderness. It's been so long since I've camped here."

　Theresa picked up the piece of wood and threw it into the campfire. She looked at the night sky, and although it had only been a little over a month, it felt like a lifetime had passed.

　"What will she become if more time passes...?"

　When that time comes... even her older sister will be shocked to see her.

　Theresa thought to herself and chuckled to herself.

　"Fool, what are you grinning about? Come and take a look at my clothes."

　"Yes, Master."

　What's wrong with the clothes?

　Theresa climbed into the carriage, where Qilin's clothes were hanging.

　She blinked and moved the lantern closer.

　"Ah, yes... it's been cut."

　A scratch appeared on the clothes at some point, adding a flaw to this expensive purple robe.

　"I'll mend it for my master right away."

　Theresa didn't ask Chen Lingxu why she wasted her time when Chen Lingxu clearly possessed restorative powers.

　Sewing clothes.

　"This is an honor bestowed upon you by me."

　Chen Lingxu could easily restore the clothes, but he found it quite interesting.

　After all... the culprit who tore his clothes was sitting outside, drinking meat soup from a bowl.

　"Hmm... this situation... doesn't seem like a knife... it's more like it was torn open by excessive force when it was hanging somewhere."

　"It's probably some kind of tree branch. Alright, I need to wear it tomorrow, so hurry up."

　"Yes, Master."

　Theresa ran her fingertips over the torn opening, and then realized what was happening.

　The clothes were fine yesterday, but today Qilin is either on the tower or in the car. Where did he go to hang tree branches?

　The only branch he could reach was...

　"Gu..."

　"Well done, I will reward you tonight."

　The drum was struck, startling Theresa from her thoughts.

　"Hmm~!"

　Chapter 80 The Death of Quesatushta... Was he dead?

　All souls prostrated themselves.

　A low knock on the door, a howling sound, a tangible usurpation of the intangible.

　Quesatushta bears witness.

　Imprisoned in black crowns, they have committed blasphemy against eternity's innocence. For all kings were born before immortality.

　Quesatushta agreed.

　With each new generation, he promised his vessel and subjects that he would change the status quo for the Sarkaz.

　"*Ancient Tikazi language*"

　Morning prayers seem to have become a habit of the White Horn Pardoners.

　He didn't know how many days and nights he had spent like this, or how many people he had witnessed being born, growing old, getting sick, and dying before his eyes.

　Life... is so short.

　He watched as his servants packed their belongings and tools, waiting for them to fill their stomachs with food and for them to come forward and draw spiritual satisfaction from his words.

　But... their souls are still full of impurities.

　"The Sarkaz era is becoming increasingly chaotic."

　His gaze cut through the crowd and landed on the Sarkaz swordswoman sitting alone, wiping the blade of her sword with a clean cloth.

　Quesatushta had seen far too many Sarkaz like her. So many that he couldn't count whether he had more hair or far more Sarkaz like her.

　"pity."

　She was ordinary, yet somewhat special. Somewhat special, but mostly ordinary.

　Her soul was slightly purer than the other Sarkaz, but only slightly better.

　Quesatushta still needs other methods to try to change the nature of this Sarkaz.

　"We were very close to that villain."

　Today, perhaps we can catch up with them.

　“Hmm… I’m ready. My sword… will slit his throat.”

　That's what Therese said.

　"No, my friend. You should go and rescue your family. Your sister is waiting for you. That villain, my family and I will take care of him."

　“That won’t do. Now that I’ve joined you, I have to do my part. Besides, if we don’t defeat him first, I’ll be even more worried that he’ll use Theresa as a shield.”

　“Let’s decide on the specific plan when we find them, Therese. Now, let’s go.”

　Therese gripped her sword tightly. She looked around at the people around her, the attendants of the pardoners, whose eyes were always full of confidence, as if nothing could stop them.

　"I promise... that the sun will shine on Kazdel forever, and our land will become the most fertile soil on this earth, and every Sarkaz baby will be born bathed in sunlight."

　Quesatushta has seen far too many people.

　Whether Sarkaz or Orcs... he always looked at that crown.

　Why did the crown break?

　Where does the Sarkaz's suffering originate?

　Where does his and their future lie?

　His sword can cleave through the dawn and the night, his walls forever radiate golden light, and even when the sun sets, he will bring his people eternal daylight.

　"eternal……"

　Pegasus's army surged in from the horizon like a tidal wave.

　The Demon King appeared, and his people, his Sarkaz, still entrusted their trust to him as always.

　The Demon King raised his hand, using twilight as threads to weave the glory of Sarkaz's past, present, and future onto the heavens. Every warrior fighting on the battlefield could see this eternal reflection simply by looking up. This made them fearless, invincible under the Demon King's leadership.

　“I promise… that the Sarkaz were born with glory, and that after his death, this glory will protect him, and he will return to the souls in peace.”

　He made promise after promise. One Sarkaz after another gave their lives for him.

　He sent one Sarkaz after another into the souls in tranquility.

　finally……

　He will also face his death.

　Is there a greater peace among the souls than in reality?

　Will he find his own eternity and peace?

　"hatred!"

　"Hate! H ...

　The Demon King awoke with a start.

　He witnessed the resentment and anger of the souls at the gates of life and death...

　The souls have never found peace...

　The White Horned Demon King gazed at his crown. Before him, the golden walls gradually lost their light, and the blood of the Pegasus slowly faded its luster. Those descendants of the Pegasus had forever lost the pure golden blood of their ancestors, and were now, as citizens of the gods…

　They became indistinguishable from ordinary creatures.

　Quesatushta gazed at his sky.

　The reflections that appear on it, the so-called eternity, the tranquility after death... have all become false lies.

　“I promise… to forgive Sarkaz’s sins…”

　The Demon King stood before that door.

　The souls howled behind the door.

　He is about to become one of the souls, accepting the Sarkaz's resentment.

　He is about to... lose himself and pay for the sins of the Sarkaz.

　"No!"

　The White Horned Demon King descended from his throne in a frenzy and drew his sword.

　"No...no! I am the king of the Sarkaz! I am the hero of the Sarkaz! The sins of the Sarkaz should not belong to me!"