"Every grievance has its perpetrator, every debt its debtor. The dispute between the Demon King and the Magic Goddess shouldn't fall on Santa Claus."
Seeing the black-haired Demon King getting restless, Santa Claus hurriedly clarified his stance, afraid of being implicated.
After a brief moment of agitation, Shami sat back down.
"Tell me everything you know about the Magic Goddess, or I'll have you torn apart by five horses."
"Mr. Demon King!"
Santa Claus pleaded in despair.
"Yell if you must, it all counts against your time."
Shami had plenty of time to interrogate Santa Claus, but to speed up the process, he personally lured Santa into spilling the beans.
"How many Santa Clauses are there in total?"
"I'm not entirely sure. But there are more than two hundred elders like me in our village."
"Is Santa allowed to enter anywhere on Christmas Eve?"
"Of course. Anywhere on the Aireland Continent. From royal palaces to shepherd's cottages."
"What about the Elf Forest?"
