After I died, my personal maid rebelled.

"Your Majesty, this is what you should be doing. Every day, about five hundred refugees enter the royal city. They have lost their livelihoods due to the oppression of the nobles and come here to seek Your Majesty's help."

Jenny showed no surprise at Frank's sudden appearance, and she scoffed at his suggestions.

Holding banquets to collect charitable funds from nobles... this kind of tactic is something the Duke has already mastered. Back then, during the blessing ceremony in the Northern Territory, the Duke simply had Elena order all the nobles to come, and they had to obediently hand over their money.

Is a banquet really necessary? If any nobleman dared to drink an extra sip of tea at the Duke's mansion, Jenny would call him a true tough guy.

What kind of charitable funds? That sounds nice.

A group of oppressors drive the oppressed to a dead end, and the oppressed are expected to thank them?!

Thank goodness the nobles have finally loosened the noose that had been around their necks for a while!

Frank was exasperated. He had come to help her out of kindness, but the saintess didn't appreciate it at all... Sigh, if only Luna were here.

After examining the condition of a refugee, Jenny immediately went to a middle-aged woman whose skin was torn, festering, and emitting a foul stench.

Frank immediately followed, silently watching the woman, hesitating several times as if he wanted to say something. How could a person put themselves in such a state?

The healing magic blazed brightly, and as Janet cast the spell, she said to the nun following behind her, "Another one who believes rumors and uses excrement to prevent the plague."

"Arrange the bed, prepare clean clothes and hot water, and we'll take her back to the Vatican for long-term treatment later."

The nuns nodded quickly, "Yes, Your Holiness."

Jenny was busy treating the refugees. Frank had learned his lesson this time. Since he would be scolded no matter what he said, he might as well just keep quiet.

While drinking water to replenish her energy, Jenny, without turning her head, said to the two old men who had come to visit behind her, "Your Majesty, are you very free?"

Frank coughed and withdrew his gaze from the refugees, saying solemnly, "I'm not exactly free, but I'm worried about the curse."

Jenny finally gave him a strange look, then pressed her face against his. "What does Your Majesty have to worry about? These troubles will mostly end up falling on the Duke anyway, won't they?"

"Cough, cough, cough cough!" Frank's face flushed red, but he was powerless to refute. On one hand, there was the invasion of the demon race, and on the other hand, there were frequent outbreaks of calamities and curses. To put it bluntly, the fate of the human kingdom really did rest on Oswald's shoulders...

What bad luck! If it weren't for that mess in my previous life, I wouldn't have lost the support of such a pillar of strength.

Wait, no, I think I'm one of the masterminds behind this... Hmm, someone must be deceiving me and framing loyal officials.

Seeing His Majesty's thoughts drifting further and further away, Medivh stepped forward and respectfully asked, "May I ask, Your Majesty, what are the Duke's arrangements?"

Medivh was indeed loyal to the royal family, and during the last test, he did indeed learn of Oswald's ambitions.

But no matter what, even if Duke Oswald eventually kicks His Majesty's backside hard and ascends the throne to complete the change of dynasty.

Firstly, the common people will not be harmed as a result, and their lives will likely get better and better; secondly, His Majesty Frank will also be able to save his life.

The reason is simple: Frank's half-baked fighting ability was no match for Duke Oswald.

Moreover, Frank relied on nobles to manage the kingdom, and once the duke became king, the fate of the nobles was... well, you know what will happen.

In short, we must never hand over the human kingdom to those lunatics!

When facing Mr. Medivh, Jenny's attitude softened quickly, and she replied politely, "Sir, the Duke intends to use the rumors of the hero's torment in the Northern Territory to lure the cursed avatar to the Northern Territory, thus preventing it from coming into contact with the undead army in the Southern Territory."

"Is it a rumor?"

Medivh stroked his beard, lost in thought.

The mechanism by which the curse was triggered remains a mystery. He worried that Lilith, who was already emotionally unstable, might do something unpredictable after hearing the rumors.

To prevent the cursed incarnation from retaliating indiscriminately, they should give her a sense of urgency that she must rush to the Northern Territory.

After tearing off a beard hair, Medivh had an idea. "How about we replace him with Duke Oswald, who plans to send the hero out of seclusion to marry the demon princess?"

"Genius!" Frank clapped, wondering why he hadn't thought of such a great idea.

If Lilith does not become the embodiment of the curse, then continue to imprison her in the royal city as before; if she does become the embodiment of the curse, then deceive her into going to the northern territory.

In short, their only tactic was to hand the man over to the Duke of Oswald.

The Duke is so strong that even immortality magic can't assimilate him, so he should... win, right?

……

Feeling guilty after returning to the palace, Frank sent a small box of gold to Saint Jane.

This time, he didn't use anyone's name; he simply instructed Jenny to use the resources properly and take good care of the displaced people who couldn't survive.

As king, he often found himself willing but unable to do so.

As time passed, the heavily guarded royal city remained calm. However, with the arrival of March and the warming temperatures, high-ranking officials began visiting the palace more and more frequently.

In the same cell shared by Luna and the other two, Lilith was still yelling and screaming as usual. Annie, however, was unusually quiet; she had noticed the increasingly frequent footsteps outside.

Lilith and Annie had no idea what had happened in the royal city during the plague outbreak.

Even faster than the spread of the plague were the soldiers the king sent to capture them.

The scattered rumors I've heard say that Maria is dead, and that she turned into a monster after death...

Everything was over, and things gradually became strange. Information from the previous life was leaked to the world, followed by severe torture.

Unfortunately, Nicole and Diana were not imprisoned in the same location as them, so they were unable to obtain more specific information.

"We are the saviors! The goddess has chosen us!"

"Let me out! I shouldn't be here! Thorne is in danger!"

The cell next door kept shaking. Annie sighed quietly. After all, it wasn't her first time being imprisoned. Once she got used to it, it wasn't such a big deal.

She could only make one small request: to stay away from the overly energetic Lilith and let her have some peace and quiet by herself.

In her previous life, she might have fantasized about meeting Thorne sooner.

But all those fantasies will eventually fade away in the face of reality.

Love is ridiculous. No one would go looking for the rose they long for after seeing a rose garden, and no one would believe that the rose would belong only to them.

She's not the first, and she won't be the last.

So now, she just wants to be alone.

As the footsteps drew closer, Annie looked up in confusion and saw a squad of soldiers ignoring Lilith's cries and approaching her cell door.

The lead soldier solemnly gave the order: "Please come with us, Miss Annie."