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

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　Wendigo's crimson eyes met Sarkaz's beneath his pale skull.

　"Military orders...must not be disobeyed..."

　"To hell with military orders!! If you want to protect your compatriots, protect your family, then you should know which side you're on!!!"

　Sarkaz drew his greatsword, surveyed the chaotic battlefield, gritted his teeth, and charged toward the largest Wendigo.

　He knew what he had to protect.

　He understood... whose side he had to stand on!

　"Thank you for your help."

　"You two, you must defeat it! Defeat this... monster that disregards the lives of its fellow human beings!"

　Sarkaz, who suddenly joined the battle, blocked an attack for her. After thanking him, Therese threw herself back into the fight.

　"Where did Goliath come from?"

　After dealing with a Wendigo, the Blood Prince turned around and saw that the team that was besieging the King of Wendigo had gained another member.

　"……not enough."

　Wendigo's power was too great. Although the power of the three Sarkaz was unexpected, their defeat was only a matter of time.

　"Sigh. I shouldn't have made a move..."

　At the edge of the battlefield, a young Sarkaz shook his head. The next moment, Theresa's spell struck the Wendigo general in a bizarre way and at an odd angle, inflicting another wound on him.

　"Your Highness Theresa, I'm here to help you."

　The North Wind Witch just heard a 'sigh,' the meaning of which only the carrion eaters can understand.

　She then knew what she should do, and the carrion eaters knew what they should do.

　"You traitors!! You all must die!!! You all must die—!"

　The Wendigo general had become completely unrestrained.

　Everything in front of us must be killed.

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　Whether it's soldiers, blood demons, carrion eaters, or those mixed-blood bastards... even his own kind, anyone who dares to obstruct him, kill them all!

　"He has completely gone mad."

　Theresa's threads were snapped by brute force. As she watched the other party tear apart and even bite off the head of a Wendigo who had tried to help him, her eyes turned completely cold.

　"kill him!"

　The Wendigo general's act of murdering his own kin and devouring their flesh, set against the backdrop of the mournful cries of his fellow Wendigos, horrified all the Sarkaz.

　"kill him!!!"

　At this moment, this Wendigo had been abandoned by everyone.

　"Theresia! Hold on! We're coming!"

　Then someone else called out.

　Looking up, hundreds of female demons blotted out the sky.

　"Ramaren!"

　The succubus princess gracefully landed, but there was no time for reminiscing. Lamaren immediately took out her bone pen and cast a spell to assist her friend in fighting alongside her.

　"I, Ramalen, in the name of the Great Banshee of the Deathstroke Court, toll your death knell!"

　The next moment, the succubi's bone whistles resounded through the sky.

　Chapter 100 The Uncrowned Clothesmaker

　bloody battle.

　Even with the addition of the Banshee Royal Court, completely killing a long-established royal court ruler with hundreds of years of history would require exhausting all resources and could result in heavy casualties.

　A dozen Wendigos did not die at the hands of the enemy, but rather at the hands of the very monarchs they had served.

　Blood Demon, Carrion Eater, and Banshee all suffered losses, while the Sarkaz who were infected by emotions and joined the battle for various reasons suffered even more casualties.

　"Therese!"

　Supported by her younger sister, she opened her eyes and looked at the monster that was still standing tall in front of her.

　In the end, her sword pierced his heart, shattered his lifeline, and ended his life.

　But the tenacious monster fought back desperately and killed another Wendigo.

　"we won?"

　"Yes, we... won."

　Theresa helped her sister up as she looked around.

　All the Sarkaz were watching her: the Blood Demons and Carrion Eaters who had followed her back, the Wendigos, Royal Army soldiers, and Banshees who were deeply influenced by her words and actions, and her fellow Sarkaz who were waiting for her help.

　"Theresia, say something..."

　Therese gripped her sword and looked at her sister.

　Isn't this what my sister has always wanted to do?

　"it is good……"

　But... what should I say?

　Theresa looked at her compatriots.

　She didn't know... whether they could understand the promises she had made to them, or whether they would be willing to accept them...

　Can the deep-seated hatred between the Sarkaz really be erased with just a few words from her?

　“Say something, Theresa.”

　The Blood Demon Prince stared at her. Wasn't this young Sarkaz quite eloquent when he dragged her up?

　“We are listening, Your Highness Theresa.”

　The North Wind Witch gazed at her, this young Sarkaz whose ideals had been recognized by the Grand Master, who was willing to believe in her and entrust the future of the Carrion Eaters and even the Sarkaz to her.

　"Your Mightiness……"

　The towering Goliath warrior looked at her, and all the Sarkaz... crowded into the crowd, clung to the city walls, and hid in dilapidated houses...

　This pink and white Sarkaz radiates a brilliance that seems to never fade in the sunlight.

　“I could not, and cannot, promise you anything. I am not a nobleman, I have not received a good education, and before this, I was just a tailor. I have never even seen what the Demon King looks like. I eat only a few turnips each day, bite into bread that is as hard as a rock, and go to sleep on nights filled with anxiety about whether tomorrow will come.”

　Theresa spoke. Her voice carried an undeniable gentleness, yet was as firm as steel.

　"But today, I stand here. My fellow countrymen, I tell you, I speak to you."

　"I, Theresa, the tailor of Kazdel, will do everything in my power to build a new life for all Sarkaz who wish for a new life, for all my fellow countrymen who suffer as much as we do, and for all my friends who are willing to help us, a life where we can eat our fill, wear warm clothes, and sleep peacefully!"

　"Our food will no longer consist of turnips, our bread will be as soft as clouds, and our homes will have warm fireplaces, sturdy walls, and comfortable beds at night. Meaningless wars, agonizing diseases, and all suffering will be banished from us!"

　"If the Demon King can't do these things, then we don't need a Demon King!"

　"Our home, our Kazdel, our future, will be rebuilt on this land in our own hands!"

　"My compatriots. I will look forward, I will wait, but I believe that our sun will rise as usual tomorrow. The new life we have been eagerly awaiting will be realized under the sun!"

　These were just ordinary words, but for the Sarkaz, who were already at a low point and for whom any promise or progress would be seen as an upward trend, they were undoubtedly inspiring.

　Moreover, what Theresa described was the most common life of the Sarkaz, and what she described was the life the Sarkaz most longed for.

　The Demon King... The Demon King wouldn't even tell them these promises.

　The noblemen, on the other hand, often didn't treat them as human beings.

　But now, even those nobles and royal courts are affected by this year.

　He suffered from mild Sarkaz infection, allowed himself to be controlled by her, and even gave his life for her...

　Perhaps the future she described, just as she said, like the sun... will surely arrive tomorrow.

　"Your Highness Theresa!"

　"Theresia!!!"

　"Theresia—!"

　Someone started calling her name.

　Kazdel, the Sarkaz city with the Demon King... seems to have changed hands.

　"..."

　The incredibly thin Sarkaz sat on his throne, taking in everything outside the city.

　But he was already powerless to do anything...

　"The Blood Demon King's Court has been defeated..."

　"The court of the carrion eaters has fallen..."

　"The King of Wendigo is dead..."

　"The Demon Queen's court has rebelled..."

　The ten royal courts... have all turned their backs on the Demon King.

　"……Ugh."

　In the vast palace, only a long sigh could be heard.

　"Ha. It seems your defeat is inevitable, Demon King, Ilesh."

　A figure appeared in front of him.

　"What are you trying to say... Master of Pardons?"

　Elesh recognized the other person.

　Even though her appearance has changed, the essence of her soul remains completely exposed in the face of the shattered crown.

　"Although your life is worthless, I have a lot of feelings for Kazdel, Sarkaz, and the crown on your head."

　The pardoner drew her sword.

　"You want to... kill the king..."

　"Killing a king? No, I wouldn't... Killing a king is always an ominous thing. Since ancient times, demon kings who kill their kings have never had a good ending."

　"then you……"

　The sword of the pardoner seemed to be merely for show, used only to prevent Elesh from launching a counterattack when he was on the verge of death.

　"This crown, this country, this race, it doesn't matter which tailor it's given to. Woodcutter, fisherman, vagrant... it accepts all comers. Now that this tailor has become the Demon King, it's already a pretty good result."

　“But… that overlord of the gods cannot live. So, Elesh, let’s make a deal.”

　"What……"

　“I have a way to deal with that overlord of the gods.”

　"...Then, what is the price, Quesatushta?"

　Elesh stared at the other man.

　That wretched pardoner… the price she spoke of… Elesh believed he couldn't afford it…

　"All I need is... your life, Demon King."

　"The Demon King..."

　Theresa, having settled most of the Sarkaz, looked toward the palace.

　Next, as long as we find the Demon King... and get the Black Crown mentioned by the Kirin Overlord, Kazdel... can be saved, right?

　"Your Highness Theresa!!!"

　Suddenly, an anxious voice came from the city wall.