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

　“I can’t stand this place. You handle it yourself, call me when it’s time to eat. I’m going to find that little idiot Emengard.”

　No matter the occasion, Chen Lingxu felt uncomfortable in the office. He was here to enjoy life, not to suffer, not even visually.

　"Oh...I see. Do you want to stay together tonight?"

　Or are you going to go play with that little lich?

　"What do you think, Theresa, you fat peach?"

　"Fat, fat peaches?! They're not fat at all... Besides, you like them quite a bit, don't you?"

　But this clearly means they want to choose her.

　It must be!

　Thinking about his answer, Peach Demon King no longer felt uncomfortable looking at the pile of documents in front of him.

　"Hmph, each time I revise a document, that's a small step towards my happy ending."

　Chapter Thirty-Six: The Little Ghost with the Hairband

　"Who? Teacher! Oh, my teacher, you're finally back!"

　The little lich, who was lying on the bed reading and eating snacks, turned her head and saw the man's face, finally showing a relieved expression.

　"You've been inside the whole time?"

　Looking at the little lich with her 'I'm socially awkward' expression, and then at the Starry Cola and a bunch of snack bags she had placed by her bedside, Chen Lingxu felt that all she needed now was an electronic device with internet access to turn this seemingly energetic lich college student into a homebody.

　"Since the teacher hasn't come back yet, I think it's better if I don't run around and wait for the teacher to come back before we act together."

　Emengard saw his gaze, scratched his light blue hair, chuckled foolishly, and then quickly tidied up the trash bag and snacks.

　Fortunately, Chen Lingxu hadn't forgotten to bring her small bag back yesterday. All the prizes she had earned through her own efforts from Chen Lingxu were inside, which helped her get through the somewhat tedious night and half a morning.

　Hearing her obedient speech, Chen Lingxu sighed, waved her off to play, and then sat down in a chair with the Origin Stone, preparing to study the changes in the Origin Stone over the years.

　“Anana…”

　Although the Originium in his hand is called the original Originium, it is not the one Chen Lingxu gave to Precyth, but a product of iterative upgrades. It is currently in standby mode, and if activated in some way, it will unleash a super-large Originium storm as before.

　"Project Originium..."

　Chen Lingxu recalled the figure he had seen before leaving Terra.

　Priscilla's smile.

　"Heh. Have you noticed something's wrong?"

　"What's wrong, teacher?"

　"It's none of your business. Keep an eye on the people outside. I'm going to... take a nap."

　"Ah good……"

　Seeing Chen Lingxu close his eyes, the little lich thought for a moment, then tiptoed off the ground, carried a small stool to the doorway, and used himself to block the door.

　The instant he closed his eyes, Chen Lingxu's soul left his body and entered the Origin Stone's internalized universe. This place hadn't changed much since his last visit; it remained largely the same.

　The space is filled with the form of the ocean.

　Standing on a 'beach', Chen Lingxu looked into the distance at the simulated 'forever setting sun' that would never bring the night.

　"I can't possibly climb that tower again. It's exhausting."

　Chen Lingxu lay down on the beach without hesitation. Waves surged and receded, only submerging his ankles.

　When I closed my eyes and opened them again, night had fallen, and the sky was filled with stars.

　"I'm home?"

　A cool little hand cupped Chen Lingxu's face, gently lifting his head slightly before lowering it so that he rested against a soft, fleshy pillow.

　"Yeah. I just got back."

　The hand gently stroked his face, smoothing his hair, brushing past the corner of his eye, pinching the tip of his nose, and finally gently poking his mouth.

　"..."

　It seems that besides simply saying "I'm safe," there's nothing more to say. Or perhaps, emotions can be conveyed without any words, allowing the other person to know.

　"The sun is about to rise, Ah Xu."

　“We have met today, Precyth.”

　Those pale purple grape-like eyes fell into Chen Lingxu's gaze, as did the smile on her face.

　Precys didn't ask him how he got back, nor did he ask who he was. He simply pinched his face, leaned down, and gently bit him.

　"Teacher! Teacher? Oh my god... Teacher, you scared me to death."

　He opened his eyes and saw the little lich standing in front of him, bending over. Even though she was the one who was chattering away, he blamed Chen Lingxu for opening his eyes so suddenly.

　"What's wrong."

　Pushing her face away, Chen Lingxu looked towards the doorway.

　"It's been several hours, teacher. Someone's been calling us for dinner. They've called us twice already, it would be impolite not to go."

　"Then go."

　"I feel so embarrassed to go alone, and I feel that Princess Theresa cares a lot about you, teacher."

　"..."

　"Who cares about you that much?"

　Chen Lingxu tilted his head slightly, and the headband-wearing female ghost was smiling at him.

　"Theresia... alright, let's go."

　"Coming right now, teacher."

　Emengard walked behind Chen Lingxu, while the little lich pinched his chin and frowned.

　She felt that her teacher was becoming more and more like those old liches who studied demons… she was referring to the riddle-maker's aura, and he had been staring at one spot as if there was someone she couldn't see there…

　Ouch! I feel a chill in my chest.

　"Theresia? Hmm, that name sounds familiar."

　Precys, with her arm around the man's back, floated forward with his movements, asking a question she already knew the answer to, as if it were truly the first time she had ever heard this name from Chen Lingxu.

　“The Sarkaz who went in with me last time.”

　"Hmm... I didn't see her. I only remember AMA-10 being there. How did you meet her? You have to tell me about it later."

　Whispering in his ear, the little ghost spoke warmly in a slightly cold tone. Although she might have said she wanted to hear the story of the lynx, Chen Lingxu knew from her raised tail that she was inquiring about the pink-haired demon.

　"Do you care about her more than me, Little Pu?"

　"...No, no. Of course not. I just want to know if you, this 'slightly' philandering radish, have ever loved any other creature before you met me."

　Have you already thought he's gone so far as to even target genderless people?

　Chen Lingxu couldn't help but begin to reflect on his life trajectory.

　"If we're talking about love, I think I know why I like Kal'tsit."

　"Kal'tsit? Does that mean the AMD-10? Why?"

　"Because she is your creation, Precyth. That is why I am drawn to her because she carries elements of you."

　Because I love you, I like everything about you.

　Such a statement, which extended to everything connected to the object of affection, naturally brought a moment of peace and quiet.

　Having reunited with Prismus and taken over some of the Originium permissions, when Chen Lingxu returned to the material world, Prismus was able to project his own existence, although for the time being only he could see and hear it.

　Now it's truly a female ghost's personal audio player... and when Chen Lingxu feels tired, she can even call on her little helper to push her around...

　"I always feel like you're thinking about something naughty, you stinky Ah Xu."

　After calming down from the sweet nothings of that big radish, Precys bit his ear as revenge, while vaguely realizing that he had just thought of something too despicable.

　"I'm wondering whether tonight I'll have a spiritual or physical encounter with you."

　"...h".

　hiss……

　Emengard followed Chen Lingxu with a stern face, listening to his intermittent words and looking at the empty surroundings. The little lich couldn't help but rub his cold hands.

　Chapter Thirty-Seven: Pink-haired Piglets Don't Taste Good

　"You're so slow. Are you sleeping?"

　When Theresa, who was guarding the door, saw the man slowly walking over, her pink eyes instantly blossomed like peach blossoms in the spring breeze.

　"Take a nap. What do you want to eat?"

　"If you're still sleepy, come rest at my place later. The bed is huge. I made some pork chops for lunch, along with some mashed potatoes and toast. Want a beer? It'll be ice-cold, okay?"

　It's still a bit hot, so having an ice-cold beer would be really nice.

　Helping him into the house, there was a seat for Therese, but due to etiquette and her sister's objections, she could only stare blankly at the plate of meat in front of her.

　"hiss……"

　Feeling neglected, Emengard had no time to think about anything else. Looking at the two so close, she couldn't help but feel even more curious and shocked about what had happened last night.

　Is her teacher some kind of super Casanova? He won over the Demon King on their very first meeting?

　And General Theresa, didn't you see your sister being all lovey-dovey with a man? Why aren't you saying anything? Or are you putting all your stress and resentment on the steak in front of you?

　"Teacher, teacher..."

　Sitting next to Chen Lingxu, while Theresa went to get some beer, the little lich quickly asked about the reason for the change in the relationship between the two.

　"Idiot. Couldn't we have known each other for a long time?"

　"We've known each other for a long time? Ah... it seems... it seems like we could."

　The little lich sat up straight, still a little dazed, and realized that she hadn't really thought about it that way... Could it be that she hadn't been exposed to knowledge last night, causing her brain to go blank?

　His previous strange behavior might also indicate that he possesses a communication method similar to that of the liches, and is currently communicating with a friend in the distance.

　"I'm so stupid."

　"Good to know. You've gone stupid from reading too much. Just eat your food properly."

　"What are you talking about?"

　Theresa came over with four glasses of beer, gave one to each person, and struck up a conversation.

　"To teach some bookworm a lesson."

　"I'm not a bookworm..."

　"Where is Lady Emengard going next? If there's no urgent matter, she could rest in Kazdel for a while."

　Theresa changed the subject, inquiring about the little lich's upcoming schedule.

　“Well… I originally planned to return to Devig after delivering the letter, Your Highness Theresa.”

　Emengard glanced at the man beside him who, though not explicitly stated, was likely going to stay, and then made his own thoughts clear.

　"In my view, although Kazdel is developing steadily in all sectors, its teaching system is not yet very mature."

　"Yes, Ms. Emengard. To be honest, Kazdel currently only has one primary school. The teachers who teach there can only teach the Sarkaz to recognize words and learn basic information about some countries on this land that are adjacent to Kazdel, in addition to teaching some Originium Arts."

　Although education should not be neglected, Theresa is currently powerless to do so. Even she and Theresa are learning while also taking time to teach the Sarkaz.

　She originally wanted to ask Kal'tsit for help to invite scholars from other countries to teach, but Kal'tsit said that if the Sarkaz could not reduce their resistance to people from other countries and accept people of other races living in Kazdel, even if teachers could be invited, the conflicts between the two sides would only grow bigger and bigger over time, and it would be difficult to achieve a good result in the end.

　Therefore, she could only try her best to select members of the royal court who were well-educated, whose own views would not deviate too much from her plans, and who would not add their own personal biases to their teaching, in an attempt to change the perception of the Sarkaz of the outside world.

　However, there were very few suitable candidates. After careful selection and meticulous comparison, she was astonished to find that even if the Blood Demon Lord were to serve as a history teacher, the probability of him inserting his own ideas into the teaching would be far less than that of other members of the royal court.

　“Your Highness Theresa, I have a suggestion. I can reply to the liches and ask some liches who are willing to leave the tower to come here and teach.”

　This way, they can test the waters by substituting other liches and see if Kazdel is suitable for them to live and settle down.

　While Letania is indeed a place with a good academic environment, the Electors' constant attempts to hire liches to cause trouble for them are extremely annoying.

　“Really? That’s wonderful, Ms. Emengard! On behalf of all the Sarkaz in Kazdel, I thank you!”

　The liches' erudition is well-known. Each of them can become a distinguished guest at universities in other countries, or an expert professor in a certain field, based on their knowledge. If liches could join, Kazdel's education system would grow rapidly.