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

　"She dared to offend me, and I have already shown mercy by not executing her. Do you still want me to reward her with treasures?"

　The Qilin's low growl made the little slave tense up, and she hurriedly tried her best to please it.

　“Oh, Master… My sister is just as foolish as I am, but her loyalty is as firm as stone. Your heart is so broad, how could you possibly stoop to her level? But even you, in your greatness, need people to serve you faithfully…”

　Theresa racked her brains to praise the three sisters' roles in every aspect of life, from daily life and travel to encounters in battle.

　"Like today, those pardoners asked you to take action, neither..."

　It may have pleased you, but it has also defiled your noble body. It would be our turn to teach those fools a lesson then.

　She was right. Apart from Quesatushta, which brought some fun to Chen Lingxu in today's battle, the other Pardoners were just toys and could be easily destroyed.

　“What you say makes some sense, but she hasn’t done anything right, so how can I reward her with treasures? Besides, Theresa, can you really bring yourself to kill those Sarkaz trash?”

　"..."

　Theresa gazed into the eyes of the Qilin Overlord.

　Under the dim night sky, his eyes were so bright that they seemed to easily intimidate people, and no thought could be hidden from them.

　"I...I will, Master."

　Her answer was firm.

　Having died at the hands of the Qilin once again today, Theresa felt as if she was no longer afraid of anything, and as if she had figured out many things.

　"As you said, if those people are worthless trash, then they don't deserve salvation."

　God saves those who save themselves.

　"If...they stand in my way, or in front of...you, I will...without hesitation."

　Hesitation will prevent you from achieving great things.

　Theresa has come to a complete understanding of this matter today.

　Because of her hesitation, she neither stopped Therese and explained her situation to her, nor expressed her feelings and dissuaded the Qilin Overlord.

　If she continues to hesitate like that... she will definitely kill even more people.

　She had to be decisive; only then could she possibly realize the ideal she had set for herself, and only then could she... gain Chen Lingxu's approval.

　“Not bad, that’s more like it. In that case, I will grant your request. But on the condition that you satisfy me, Theresa.”

　Little Peach's sudden assertiveness made Chen Lingxu also become assertive.

　Only a woman like that is worthy of his enjoyment.

　A soft, fluffy little girl is certainly nice, but if a famous hero is placed on a plate, the taste is much more intense and enjoyable.

　Chapter 89 Using Both Kindness and Strictness

　“Therese…”

　"Ah."

　She responded immediately after her sister called her.

　"Swallow the bread first, then I'll talk to you. You'll easily choke if you do that."

　Breakfast consisted of bread and bean soup, and only Theresa and her three companions sat there to eat. Qilin, who disliked such simple food, had disappeared with the little monster.

　"it is good."

　After quickly swallowing her food, Therese looked at her sister, waiting for her to speak.

　"I...have a question for you."

　"Speak, Theresa."

　“I want to do one thing, I want to… change people’s impression of the Sarkaz.”

　“I want... for the Sarkaz to live like the Letanians... no, even better than them.”

　This is a grand ideal...

　Therese recalled the story she had heard yesterday about Quesatushta. Did that Sarkaz, when he first made his promises to his followers and his people, also possess the same unparalleled passion as her sister before her?

　"Theresa."

　She looked into her sister's eyes, and the peach-colored pupils no longer held the gentleness of a little tailor... That determined light reminded her of how her sister looked when she was about to become a tailor.

　She was so determined back then, and in the end, she lived up to expectations and became a tailor.

　Therese believed in her sister... that if she wanted to, she could definitely do it.

　"Therese, if someone tries to block my way, will you help me?"

　"Of course, Theresa."

　Therese raised her hand and, as always, gave her sister a high five.

　"I will protect you, I will eliminate anyone who stands in your way."

　Therese paused for a moment, then changed her mind.

　"...No, it's everyone who's blocking our way."

　Her younger sister was extending an invitation to her; she was looking for someone to walk the same path as her.

　She will not let her sister down; she will stay with her sister forever.

　"Hey, hey, hey, this princess is still here."

　"Ramallen, would you be willing to do this with us?"

　"Hmph, you know the answer already. How could I possibly be watching you two do such foolish things?"

　"Thank you, Lamaren."

　After the two sisters embraced gently, Theresa's face remained smiling.

　"..."

　Theresa glanced at the lynx, who remained unmoved by the sisters' performance, and simply smiled gently, without presuming to extend an invitation to her as well.

　"*A pleasant chirping sound*"

　A small, dark monster emerged from behind the roadside bushes; judging from its graceful movements, it was clearly overjoyed.

　"M2".

　Kal'tsit beckoned to it, preparing to put a saddle on it.

　"No need for the M2 to pull the cart anymore, Kal'tsit."

　Another figure appeared. The Qilin Overlord floated on the ground. Behind him, a lucky beast was caught by him and obediently curled up into a ball.

　It looks like he's been beaten a lot to become so obedient.

　"I just found a wild pack animal while I was taking a walk."

　No wonder M

　2. So happy.

　Kal'tsit patted the head of the freed little monster, compressed it back into a prismatic crystal, and kept it by her side.

　"And...you too."

　The Kirin Overlord's eyes fell on the pink and white short-haired Sarkaz.

　"..."

　What do I want to do? It's... I wasn't satisfied with seeing her miserable state yesterday, and I want to...

　Therese clenched her fists, unsure whether she should rebel... If she did, her sister had just established her ideals and beliefs; would rebelling ruin her plans?

　"Accept my gift with gratitude, Sarkaz."

　A gleaming sword was planted in front of Therese, and the Qilin walked away arrogantly, seemingly indifferent to whether she wanted to accept this 'kindness' or not.

　“Take this sword, Therese, you deserve a good one.”

　Theresa took her wrist and smiled as she placed her hand on the sword.

　"..."

　Therese gripped the hilt and drew the sword.

　"Om-!"

　The mere sight of it swinging in the air produced a sound like shattering ice. The blade was adorned with beautiful patterns, made of a metal she had never seen before… In Kazdel’s blacksmith shop, even the best sword couldn’t compare to it… To even use it as a comparison would be an insult to the sword.

　"...It. Can I really accept it?"

　The moment Therese held it, she fell in love with the sword and couldn't put it down.

　But... this is like giving alms...

　“Take it, Therese. This thing is by no means the best treasure he has.”

　Lamaren leaned closer to take a look. She reluctantly cut off a few strands of hair, pressed them against the blade, and gently blew on them, instantly producing a hair-splitting effect. But based on her meager understanding of the Qilin Overlord, this certainly wasn't the best weapon he could make.

　"It's just a piece of ordinary iron. Take it. If you can do something that interests him in the future, you will receive a treasure even better than this sword."

　Kal'tsit glanced at it, then touched her own sword… thinking she'd ask Chen Lingxu for one to play with later. Although her sword was also a master-level craftsmanship, it was worn smooth after so many battles. There was another matter; she had given herself to Qilin as a reunion gift, but hadn't received a corresponding gift yet… those were the fruits of her own labor, not gifts.

　"..."

　Therese gripped the sword carefully and silently returned to the car.

　"Therese?"

　Theresa watched as her sister placed the sword before her, then bowed to the Qilin in reverence.

　"I will remember this kindness... this favor. But... I will not forget the grudges between you and me."

　One thing is one thing, but Therese suffered such torment yesterday; a sword wouldn't buy her off... but she truly... likes this sword. Therefore, she won't forget the kindness of the gift.

　"Then try it, Therese. I'll be waiting for the day you can defeat me."

　Chen Lingxu glanced at the pinkish-white plum blossom. His fingertips brushed across his arm, and a scale fell off, transforming into a sword scabbard the same pale white as his own. A slight expansion of the power of myriad transformations created a spell akin to the reconstruction of matter.

　"I hope you will not waste the favor I have bestowed upon you."

　The sword is sheathed, and this matter is temporarily over...?

　Theresa drove the pack animals, while Therese sat beside her sister, acting as a scout and keeping watch over their surroundings.

　but……

　The sounds inside the car...

　That banshee... did she have to cry so dramatically? She wasn't even this dramatic when she was pierced by a bow yesterday.

　"Disgraceful..."

　If it were her, she wouldn't utter a single cry until she fainted.

　Chapter Ninety: Extermination Order? The Great Purge

　Even twins, twin sisters who look exactly alike, can have different personalities.

　Compared to her gentle, cheerful sister, who was like a peach blossom, Therese was more reserved and taciturn.

　Her short, pinkish-white hair, paired with eyes that seemed like a calm pool, and her consistently quiet and aloof face, made her stand there like a plum blossom blooming in the cold wind, a flower belonging to winter.

　Of course, this was just a facade. In order to survive in the harsh environment of Kazdel with her sister, Therese gave up her long, beautiful hair, which might have been as smooth as her sister's, and kept only a short, ear-length hair for ease of movement. When she went out, she had to show the coldness of a Sarkaz, to appear aggressive, and to make herself look like a formidable, bloodthirsty mercenary.

　Before she obtained her own sword, she always carried a hunting knife she had found. She spent a long time replacing the hilt with a sword handle and acquiring a worn-out scabbard. Before any conflict, she would grip the old hunting knife tightly, adopting a threatening and intimidating expression to deter her opponents. Yet, she never killed a single person…

　In her spare time, when she is alone with her sister, Therese will listen to her sister tell stories, read books with her, and learn to read.

　Therese didn't want to be a nobody who knew nothing, knew nothing, and could only sell her strength for the rest of her life until she died on the street, unable to make a ripple.

　Therese longs for books

　The stories inside, the stories told by mercenaries.

　Therese... wants to be a hero.

　Even if she were to die, she wanted to die as a hero.

　But when will that day come for her?

　"Therese, still polishing your sword? If you don't go to sleep soon, you won't have any energy tomorrow. Look at Ramalen, sleeping so soundly."