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

　The qilin raised its head, blocking out the sunlight.

　Her vision began to blur.

　"What are you doing, Theresa?"

　Chapter 83 I got beaten up for nothing

　In the dim light, she huddled in the corner of the carriage, her fingertips stroking the dress, unable to stop laughing, which attracted the attention of the succubus.

　"Huh? No, it's nothing..."

　"Say it quickly."

　"Haha... Lamaren... stop scratching... it's so itchy."

　"Speak quickly, or I won't tickle you."

　"Okay, okay... I'll tell you, I'll tell you."

　Theresa turned around and showed her the clothes she was wearing.

　"Ok?"

　The succubus leaned over and looked closely, but saw nothing.

　"Here it is, here it is."

　Following her friend's fingertips, she noticed a line of crooked little words sewn onto the clothes.

　"this is……"

　"Yes, that's my name... cough cough."

　"Oh~."

　Lamaren looked at her shy and hesitant friend and laughed as she continued to tickle her.

　"You little brat, what are you doing secretly sewing this?"

　"Hehe... I, I just... was thinking that the clothes he was wearing were the ones I made."

　When they see this line of text, they will think of her and pay more attention to her. That way, they won't have to be so worried about anything they do anymore.

　"Hmph, I'll reluctantly believe you."

　Ramalen didn't press her to speak her mind. These things are best kept to herself... to be said...

　"..."

　Memories begin to flash before my eyes.

　Memories from the past surfaced one by one.

　My sister and I have been together since childhood

　live……

　The desire to survive...

　Hopes for the future...

　Memories of this period flashed through my mind in an instant.

　When I first met him... I felt disgust, hatred, and fear...

　When I first got to know him... I felt curiosity, admiration, and trust...

　When I received his approval... I felt joy, excitement, and dependence...

　Why... is she a Sarkaz...?

　If she weren't a Sarkaz...

　in case……

　Theresa raised her hand, and blood dripped from the blade onto the Qilin's scales.

　She swung the sword down...

　Why... did she, as a Sarkaz... have to meet this hateful... detestable... person?

　Why...why make her, as a Sarkaz...

　Falling in love with this man...

　The sword fell, but grazed the Qilin's face, only cutting open the crooked words on his chest, dripping blood onto it and staining the clean cloth crimson.

　The blade ultimately pierced her own chest.

　In that case... she wouldn't be considered... a betrayal, right?

　"..."

　Chen Lingxu lowered his eyes and glanced at his soiled clothes.

　"Ah Xu, that pack beast is beyond saving. What's the next step?"

　Kal'tsit appeared behind him, looking quite worried about the journey ahead.

　"I've changed my mind. We'll go straight to Kazdel."

　The Qilin Overlord flung away the little slave in his arms, then cleaned the bloodstains from his body, and fragments of his jet-black crown floated among his night-like mane.

　Glancing at Theresa, who lay stiff as a corpse on the ground, Chen Lingxu waved his hand, drew his sword, and used his restorative divine power to heal the piercing, tearing, and limb-severing wounds he had casually inflicted. He then kicked Theresa's drum, waking the unconscious Little Peach.

　"Sigh...I..."

　Am I not dead?

　How can there be a sun at night?

　Theresa opened her eyes, her face filled with confusion.

　"Woo..."

　A hand grabbed her neck and lifted her up. Only then did Theresa realize that the face of the Qilin Overlord was in front of her.

　"You fool, I'll say it one last time, remember this."

　"..."

　“Slaves are the property of their masters. Without my permission, you have no right to die.”

　"Ugh... I've remembered..."

　Even death... is that not allowed? This guy is incredibly domineering...

　"What an utterly stupid thing. It would be a waste of my time to even try to read your mind."

　Chen Lingxu abandoned this inexplicably hot-blooded fool who was both resented and loved at the same time.

　He, who was experimenting with the effects of the Black Crown, looked at the pink-haired girl who was just as stupid as her. He saw her as a hot-blooded fool who had been fooled. He had deliberately held back a bit of his strength, planning to use her to interrogate Theresa later, and even told Theresa to use the bill to treat her stupid blood relative.

　Unexpectedly, these two silly Sarkaz rushed over while shouting about friendship, blood ties, and bonds.

　Let them fight.

　Chen Lingxu had just played with that White Horned Pardoner for a while and was still a little unsatisfied. Since they wanted to have a match, he would take the opportunity to test their progress over the past few days.

　As a result, he was made to look like some kind of supervillain. And the little slave's eyes, with their mix of love, hate, regret, and sadness, were like a pie chart.

　"unlucky."

　Why are you having this fussy love affair with him, the mighty Qilin Overlord...? Do you love me? I'm selling twisted dough sticks.

　Chen Lingxu kicked the remaining two Sarkaz aside one by one, and then cleared away the corpses of the Pardoners with a Dragon Blast.

　"Ms. Kal'tsit..."

　Theresa stood on the ground, touching her throat, still unable to process what was happening.

　"Go see your... sister, and Lamaren."

　Kal'tsit had specifically said she would give advice, but it turns out she can't keep up with the Sarkaz's thought process. These two just started talking back and forth and decided to fight.

　Although the outcome was similar to what she expected, it was a shame that something that could have been resolved through peaceful conversation was turned into something resembling a suicide pact...

　"Yes! Therese! Lamarle!"

　Theresa rushed to her sister, who had been kicked to the side of the road by Qilin, and hugged her head to pick her up.

　"Cough...cough..."

　The banshee covered her head and hissed as she got up.

　Seeing Theresia, who was only focused on hugging her sisters, she could only sigh helplessly.

　Please, she was just dismembered, aren't you going to show her any concern?

　“Theresa…”

　The swordswoman was already barely breathing, but a surge of power entered her body, and she was instantly fine...

　She opened her eyes, and there was her sister's face in front of her. She raised her hand to touch it; it was perfectly intact.

　“It’s me, it’s me, Therese. Don’t cry, you’re alright, you’re alright.”

　"us……"

　Has the soul returned to the multitude?

　"That monster..."

　She turned her head and looked at the Qilin who was hugging a lynx and petting a cat, and immediately blocked her sister's path.

　"It's alright, it's alright, Therese... Just now, it was all... a misunderstanding."

　"Misunderstand?"

　Therese looked at her sister, but she couldn't understand the expression on her face.

　"He wasn't the one who destroyed the village?"

　"……Yes."

　"He killed so many villagers."

　"Uh...it was him."

　"He even kidnapped you and treated you like a slave!"

　"Hmm...he did it..."

　Theresa looked at her indignant sister. How could she possibly explain all this?

　"Then why are you... speaking up for him?"

　Therese didn't understand.

　"Well, this is a long story..."

　"It's a long story... He also killed Quesatushta... killed so many Sarkaz..."

　The swordsman can still remember how they looked when they set off that morning.

　“If you’re talking about Quesatushta, then it’s the Quesatushta I know.”

　Kal'tsit walked over from beside Kirin, smoothed her hair which Kirin had messed up, looked at the Sarkaz on the ground, and continued her words.

　"Then he won't just die like that."

　"What do you mean?"

　Therese didn't understand.

　She watched with her own eyes... the monster ripped Quesatushta's head and spine from his body. He became 2.5 Quesatushta.

　"Quisatushta?"

　After checking her own body, Ramalyn also came over.

　Which Quesatushta?

　"The one who knocks on the door is a demon lord in the history of Sarkaz."

　Demon King?

　"He is still alive, reincarnated and transformed from his own offspring. The Quesatushtas you see may look different, but their souls are always the original demon king, Quesatushta."