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

　Theresa rubbed her eyes and looked at her sister sitting by the campfire, repeatedly looking at the sword. After drinking some water, she sat down next to her sister and reminded her.

　"Did I disturb you, Theresa?"

　"No, it's just that I... got up in the middle of the night."

　Theresa stretched out her legs and gently pounded her thighs twice with her small pink fists.

　Her eyes followed the firelight to the carriage.

　The pack animals were tied to a nearby tree, and inside the lowered carriages slept a lynx and a qilin. Lamaren lay on a blanket, abandoning all pretense of princessly elegance and aristocratic bearing, her horned wings obscuring her eyes as she slept soundly. It seemed the journey had exhausted her.

　"Theresia. What will we encounter on our way back to Kazdel?"

　Therese looked at her sister, wanting to know and then prepare herself.

　"Hmm... The way my master looked at me makes me think that his purpose in going to Kazdel is definitely not for peaceful exchange. After all... we're going to kill the Demon King."

　Theresa remembered the miserable state of those pardoners.

　"We may face encirclement by Kazdel's Sarkaz..."

　"They will protect Kazdel... Should we go against those who protect our homeland?"

　“Yes, Therese. We will fight them.”

　Theresa clenched her fist, her eyes showing a hint of sadness, but even more so, a resolute determination.

　"Perhaps we will face many dangers, we will face many people... but I will not stop. I want everyone to know that we need a better leader, and what kind of life we ​​should have. We... the Sarkaz, Kazdel, can no longer die slowly like this. We cannot let our descendants live like us, without clothes, without food, and with uncertain lives."

　“We cannot allow the Sarkaz, our fellow citizens, to wander outside their homes… We deserve a new life of our own. If we don’t have one, then we will create such a life with our own hands.”

　"If the current Demon King can't do it, then we'll find a Demon King who can. If we can't find one, then we don't need a Demon King anymore; we'll accomplish this ourselves!"

　"..."

　Most of the Sarkaz in Kazdel have never even seen a mobile city, let alone an Originium lamp that lights up automatically... Their daily diet consists only of potatoes, carrots, and turnips...

　What is white bread? What is a cream cake?

　"Whatever you want to do, Theresa, I will support you. Whether our enemy is the Sarkaz or someone else, I will fight alongside you..."

　"Hmm... I believe you, Therese."

　Theresa nodded her chin, then sighed.

　“But I think… we might just be following behind our master to make up the numbers. We might be facing the disdain and hostility of the other Sarkaz. The real enemies are…”

　Theresa didn't say much, but Theresa understood what she meant.

　It seems the Qilin Overlord will have to go and overturn Kazdel himself.

　His power... was so strong, so terrifying...

　The former Demon King, the ancient monster Quesatushta who had lived for thousands of years, was killed so easily by him. Could the other Sarkaz of Kazdel really...stop him?

　"So now I'm thinking more about how to make the Sarkaz understand... my thoughts."

　Theresa wanted to make Teresia understand the terror of the Qilin even better than Teresia did.

　Natural disasters, those natural disasters that force countless people to leave their homes, were so easily and casually crushed by him in one fell swoop.

　That punch would probably destroy the entire Kazdel.

　Faced with an 'enemy' who destroyed their homeland, how can the Sarkaz understand Theresa's thoughts and even support her beyond hatred?

　That's... unlikely.

　Those who sought revenge in the last batch have now turned to ashes.

　Theresa felt that if she couldn't come up with a solution, she might have to face the ruins of Kazdel, where the Qilin Overlord had slaughtered countless people and there were hardly any survivors.

　"Um……"

　Think quickly, you stubborn fool.

　"By the way, Therese, you said Luna went to Kazdel, right?"

　"Yes... I urged her to take her grandmother to Kazdel."

　"In this case…"

　Could we do something with that little girl who pleases Qilin?

　"You want to ask me how to deal with those Sarkaz?"

　The next day, Chen Lingxu looked at Theresa, who was kneeling in front of him and cautiously asking if she remembered the Sarkaz girl she had met before, and asked her the question that was really what she wanted to say.

　"Oh, Master, you are wise..."

　"Humph……"

　Chen Lingxu thought of what that tiny alien looked like.

　Innocent, naive, and pure... their appearance is similar to that of ordinary beastmen...

　It was precisely because of these little creatures, and the idiots in front of him, that Chen Lingxu felt that the aliens of this era were not entirely gone.

　save.

　"Be grateful, Theresa."

　The figure of the Qilin Overlord was as majestic as a mountain range, and its sun-like eyes in the night sky revealed an undeniable majesty.

　"I will personally sever this so-called ten-thousand-year feud. Since ten thousand years have passed and the Sarkaz still live like weeds, and the world has made this choice, I will also give the world some face. I will grant the remaining Sarkaz a 'Great Purge,' and those who wish to live will be permitted to rebuild a completely new civilization afterward."

　“Remember this, Theresa. I have given the Sarkaz the opportunity to treat everyone equally.”

　Chapter Ninety-One: Kazdel's Consumables

　The ancient Senate was composed of members from royal noble families with a long history.

　The slender Sarkaz took his seat early. But whether he arrived before or after him, no one paid any attention to his presence.

　"What exactly happened that made you bring up the Royal Court meeting?"

　Finally, the Blood Demon, who arrived late, sat in her seat. After scanning everyone present, she looked at the short figure who had extended an invitation to the royal court, saying that there was important business to discuss.

　"We've all arrived."

　Her pale green hair cascaded down as she surveyed the people around her. The Great Banshee, the Blood Lord, the King of Carrion, the Lord of Wendigo… and, the Demon Lord of Sarkaz.

　“An old friend we haven’t seen in a long time sent us a message.”

　She rested her chin on her hand, her eyes devoid of joy or sorrow, as if reciting a book, and shared the information she had learned with everyone.

　"An ancient god, the overlord among the gods, has been resurrected. And he is heading towards Kazdel with endless malice. His goal may be to destroy the entire Kazdel and kill the Demon King."

　"what?"

　The overlords of the ancient gods?

　How ancient is it?

　Of all the Sarkaz present, only "she" could still be called "Tikarz," and her age was as ancient as the history of Tikarz. If even she was called an "ancient overlord," then the origins of such a creature...

　"More than ten thousand years ago. When we first met him. It was an incredibly distant... afternoon."

　"To make a long story short, the shapeshifter."

　"Um……"

　Her recollection was interrupted, but she wasn't annoyed. Instead, she complied with their request and began to describe the power and terror of that ancient king.

　"The death of our original demon king, and the origin of our fall from Ticarks to Sarkaz, all stemmed from him."

　"Our future may also perish because of him."

　"This time, Kazdel may be destroyed by an external enemy again... and the Sarkaz may also perish."

　The meeting fell silent, but the Sarkaz... would not give up the fight and allow the enemy to slaughter them.

　"What happened?"

　As dawn broke, the Sarkaz girl peeked out from the dilapidated shed, asking her neighbors for news, but no one answered her.

　Why are there so many people all of a sudden?

　The Sarkaz, dressed in uniform white clothing she had never seen before, were running around the city carrying all sorts of weapons, and many Sarkaz were dragged out of their homes by them.

　"You! Come here right now! We're about to go to war!"

　"Ugh?"

　Someone spotted her, ran over, pulled her out of the shed, and then shoved a worn-out dagger and a broken pot into her hands to use as a hat before taking her away.

　"Wait, wait, wait! Why is there suddenly a war? I... I at least need to tell Grandma!"

　"Stop arguing, your grandma needs to go defend too!"

　"You...you're bullying me!"

　"This is the Demon King's order. A powerful enemy has attacked Kazdel. All Sarkaz must live and die with Kazdel!"

　"..."

　Looking at the iron pot and dagger in her hand, she turned around and saw elderly people being dragged along, even though they had difficulty moving around, they still had to carry things.

　All the Sarkaz in Kazdel have turned into firewood, trying to build a huge bonfire that can burn through the sky.

　"hurry up!"

　Grabbed by the horn on her head, she stumbled and joined the conscripted ranks, helping the soldiers carry arrows and other supplies. After walking for an unknown distance, she followed the group up the walls of Kazdel, where she could see the distant battlefield.

　"Why is this happening..."

　She didn't understand... Everyone said that living in the city was better than living in the surrounding dilapidated villages, but even after she and her grandmother moved here, they were just living under a drafty shed, and the food they ate was about the same rotten stuff as before...

　Her life in Kazdel was never good.

　And now... another inexplicable war is about to break out.

　Will she survive?

　Grandma...her grandma...will I ever see her again?

　"Damn it... Demon King... Why do you make us do this kind of thing..."

　She cursed fiercely, and was then slapped on the head by an older man named Sarkaz.

　"Keep your voice down! You dare to say anything? Are you out of your mind? Those are all the big shots from the royal court over there. If they hear what you're saying, your little head will be chopped off right now."

　"Hmm...this,this is clearly...humph."

　She shut her mouth...not because she was afraid of the royal soldiers, but...

　She also wanted to see her grandmother again...

　"You're not very old, so come with me later. I don't know much about fighting, but I know better than you how to survive in chaos."

　"...Thank you, uncle."

　"...What uncle? I'm only...uh...twenty or thirty years old this year."

　Seeing that the Sarkaz, who was much taller than her, couldn't figure out her age even by counting on her fingers, the little girl felt much less pressured by his appearance.

　"But what are we supposed to do? And who are all those hordes of people outside...?"

　She peeked out from beside the wall; outside Kazdel, there were already countless Sarkaz.

　"The closest thing to us is the army of scavengers. Right now, everything you can see with your own eyes outside Kazdel... has been taken over by their magic... Sigh, this land probably won't even be able to grow turnips anymore. Also, see those slaves over there? Those are going to be sent to the army to be used as fodder to power the scavenger army. If you don't obey, you'll end up like that too."

　On her other side, Sarkaz spoke up, telling her and the other Sarkaz who was keeping his mouth shut.

　"Big brother, do you know?"

　“I…have read a few books. I also participated in the recruitment of the carrion eaters, but I couldn’t hold on and ran away.”

　"Huh? I heard the Carrion Eaters have very strict military regulations. Are you a deserter?"

　"I'm not a deserter! I, I ran away during the selection process... I don't count, I don't count as a deserter."

　He hurriedly defended himself, fearing that others would hear about it and throw him into the carrion army as nourishment before the battle even started.

　"what……"

　She saw... those slaves being driven into the dense forest of scavengers, as if their lives had been taken away by some force, turning into skeletons and ashes in their escape.

　"They...they..."