After I died, my personal maid rebelled.

As the uncontrolled power within her body gradually dissipated, and after countless cycles of rebirth and decay, with the withering and dissipation of excess flesh and blood, Lilith returned to her original appearance.

Gently stroking her lower abdomen, Lilith felt a warmth that was hard to describe, rather than the pain brought by her physical weakness.

She wasn't ready to be a mother, and to be honest, she quite disliked children. But even at such a high price, she was still so happy she couldn't express her feelings.

However, she no longer had the chance to prove whether she was a good mother.

Given her current physical condition, it's hard to say whether she can hold on until the baby is born.

Not wanting to worry about the near or distant future, Lilith just wanted to share this joy with Thorne as soon as possible.

However, the sea of ​​people opposite her didn't seem to match the romance she had hoped for.

What is this... doing?

"Let her give birth! Let her give birth! Let her give birth!"

The shouts of the crowd grew louder and louder. Lilith was dazed and saw Thorne kneeling on the ground, kowtowing repeatedly. The red-haired maid had a terrifyingly cold expression and cast a chilling gaze at her.

Almost instantly understanding the situation, a sense of tension crept through Lilith's body, and her instinct was to run away. Fortunately, in the next instant, Oswald, with a helpless wry smile, simply hoisted Elene onto his shoulder and led the army away from the camp.

The crowd erupted in thunderous cheers, as if they had won a victory.

Lilith, relieved, collapsed to the ground because her legs were too weak.

The simple kindness of the northerners made Lilith feel ashamed for the first time. From the moment they started building the little wooden house, the villagers who came to visit helped them a lot.

How could she not know how much prestige Oswald and Eleanor held in the hearts of the Northern Lords?

But they still held onto their simple values, even if it was for someone who had hurt them in their previous life.

She overcomplicated the world, and she was too selfish...

With blood smeared all over his face, Thorne turned around, his head spinning, and flashed a bright smile at the distant phantom.

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"Just think of it as doing it for the children; the children are innocent."

Elene, perched on his shoulder, was surprisingly docile. Oswald couldn't see the expression on her face, so he could only offer gentle words of comfort.

As Janis once said, Lilith's life was like a candle flickering in the wind, and the best ending she could have was to pass away peacefully after seeing her child born.

Life is unpredictable. Just like Oswald in his previous life, who never imagined he would one day travel through time, Lilith in this life probably did not foresee all the developments that followed before arriving in the Northern Territory.

From the moment she was willing to undergo mutation and swell into a mass of flesh just to save her child, Oswald changed her execution from death penalty to a suspended death sentence.

Of course, the main reason is that the jury was too helpful, and even let her give birth... Oswald sometimes really doesn't know what to say. Murder and arson bring wealth and honor, while building bridges and repairing roads leaves no trace. The kindness of the masses is always the foundation for maintaining order.

Even a powerful figure like Bao Zheng had to give the people a far-fetched explanation as to why the good boy who repaired the bridge and road in the village was struck by lightning and killed.

Therefore, he had to respond to the kindness of the crowd, even though Oswald knew that most of them were just joining in the commotion or simply enjoying watching the hero kowtow.

Oswald thought about it a lot, but Eleanor was completely out of sync. "Sir, do you really like children?"

"How many do you like?"

"You...you need to take care of your body." Once again feeling helpless towards Elinie, Oswald put her down, and the two looked at each other in silence for a long time.

All of Oswald's romantic experiences came from the person in front of him. His only unrequited love, after the two slowly proved their feelings for each other, Oswald, busy with various work, suddenly realized that he seemed to have missed something.

Wait, what about my dating process? Why are we talking about marriage and post-marital arrangements all the time?

Something must be wrong.

Elena blushed and lowered her head, somewhat bewildered by Oswald's intense focus, looking like a character from a glitch-prone horror game.

She twirled a strand of hair with her finger, tilted her head, and said, "My lord, the weather is so nice, would you like to go for a walk together and relax?"

"Hmm, that's a great idea."

Oswald glanced back at the soldiers following behind them, who had suddenly become unusually busy.

These battlefield warriors, like ordinary recruits caught in an enemy attack, frantically looked around, trying to find their way in the quiet streets.

One group of soldiers hurried away, another group of soldiers tumbled and disappeared into the alley, and a group of dutiful soldiers were brutally beaten and thrown over the wall.

In just over ten seconds, the soldiers scattered across the street as if they had never been there at all.

Oswald was stunned for a moment, then wiped his face hard. He had just... meant to say "dismissed."

Red! Look at the soldiers you've got, their skill trees are all messed up!

Without the soldiers' interference, the two were indeed much more relaxed and walked together toward the river.

As Oswald walked, he mentally reviewed whether he had ever truly been in a relationship, and what it entailed to be in one.

As for the time they spend together, they basically spend the whole day together when they don't need to go out, but mainly it's for work.

As for their intimacy, Elene lived in the Duke's mansion and was his personal maid. Oswald would occasionally find long red hair on his pillow when he got out of bed.

Um... who understands the feeling of salvation when a maid sneaks in and suddenly adjusts your sleeping position in the middle of the night?

Oswald wasn't pretending to be asleep; the system was just laughing too loudly.

Perhaps the thread in his mind was stretched too tight, Oswald thought.

Eleanor is not only his most capable assistant, but also the girl he loves. The two share many burdens, but rarely have any relaxed and joyful moments.

Arriving at the riverbank, the lush green lawn blends seamlessly with the water. Spring has arrived earlier in the southern business district. Although the weather is still a bit chilly, small white and purple wildflowers are already blooming among the shallow grass.

Elena walked to the riverbank, sat down, took a deep breath of fresh air, and tried to calm herself down.

Perhaps touched by a couple, Elena looked at her reflection in the water. The face radiated youth and beauty, but the weariness in her eyes lingered.

Sometimes, she forgets that she has returned to the past, because in her subconscious, she is no longer young.

Occasionally, she would be surprised by Jenny's beauty, which remained unchanged from the first time she met her, and her clear eyes.

Fortunately, she wasn't the only one carrying the memories of the past.

"Your Majesty the Duke?"

Oswald's face was reflected in the water. He slowly knelt down and, in the gentle breeze, placed a small purple flower, blooming in spring, beside her ear.

Elena suddenly had a premonition that she would remember this day forever.

In the moment she turned around, Oswald realized that no emotional experiences mattered anymore.

"I have a private document that needs your signature, Madam of the Duke's Palace."