After I died, my personal maid rebelled.

The anticipated major battle did not occur.

The demon princess did indeed lead a large army to the outskirts of Starfall City, but most of her troops consisted of goblins or second-line units.

Let alone attacking the city, if the Northern army takes the opportunity to break out of the pass, she will still have to run away.

As she weighed her options, she spotted a towering, imposing figure on the city wall, its entire body black.

In the previous life, which valiant general defeated this monster?

I heard that in that battle, even the Grand Marshal was killed by the brave squad that flanked and ambushed him.

Hmm... If I'm not exaggerating, the whereabouts of the marshal's guards at that time were quite intriguing.

Determined to communicate with Oswald, the demon princess immediately summoned an ogre. Soon after, a tall ogre kicked aside a goblin blocking its path, removing its heavy armor as it walked and burying itself deep in the earth.

The ogre took the gun barrel with the letter attached, nodded silently, and strode towards Starfall City.

In response, the demon princess raised her chin, revealing an arrogant expression.

She refused to believe that Oswald would be able to sit still after reading the letter she had written!

On the other side, Oswald, who had already recognized the other party's identity, was considering whether to go out of the city and fight them.

The demon princess with her pale purple skin was easy to recognize, but Oswald couldn't recall her name for the moment. Ravenna…?

In short, this woman is extremely cunning, possessing the outrageous ability to acquire the memories of others simply by touching their bodily fluids.

Oswald said that it's best to stay away if possible, but anyone who dares to find out the secrets of this extraterrestrial demon will meet their demise.

After a brief standoff, the demon army finally made a move. An ogre charged out of the formation, its speed increasing rapidly, and soon it reached the front of Starfall City.

Faced with this suicidal act, the defenders on the city wall simply turned their heavy crossbows silently, locking onto their targets.

Once the ogre entered the attack range, both sides fired simultaneously with perfect coordination.

Two cold glints flashed through the air. Just before the ogre's head was pierced by the steel arrow, he hurled the gun barrel in his hand with all his might. The explosive sonic boom was aimed directly at Oswald.

With a soft crack, the gun barrel shattered into countless splinters before the shocked crowd.

Oswald didn't even lift his heel. This had nothing to do with his strength; it was simply because he had died several times and was bored with this kind of direct attack.

Count Camaro, realizing what was happening, looked down at the scraps of paper at his feet and couldn't help but frown.

Paper scraps...

Could there be another letter above?

Camaro glanced at the crowd, who still showed no further reaction, and then put on a serious face, pretending not to have seen anything.

What can the demons say? Nothing more than empty promises and talk of surrender. They say that if you surrender to the demons, you'll get tons of gold.

Yes, that's it. Why bother with the demons? Just kill them all.

"Ha, these demons dare to provoke me again and again."

Oswald suppressed the anger blazing between his brows. It wasn't the right time to sound the horn of counterattack yet, so he could only continue to endure.

In war, one must seek external gains while protecting the people's strength. Slaughtering goblins outside the city now is utterly pointless.

His warriors are one less to lose with each death, while goblins reproduce faster than rabbits, and their numbers will be full again in just a few years...

Taking a deep breath, Oswald turned away with a flick of his sleeve. "I won't waste any more time here, Count Camaro. You can handle the rest yourself."

"Yes, Your Grace."

……

Oswald had intended to provoke the demons into a siege, but since they weren't falling for his plan, he had no choice but to give up.

He didn't even bother to glance at the demon army camp that hadn't yet withdrawn, and directly led Jenny and the knights on the road back to Ice City.

This campaign was somewhat fruitful. Both sides' cavalry was extremely valuable, and the loss of nearly a thousand warhorses would be a great loss even for the demons.

Riding on horseback, no longer in a hurry to travel, Oswald, with a pipe in his mouth, wondered where he could find some more warhorses.

[This system is back, host.]

The system greeted Oswald enthusiastically, but only received a cold response.

(Isn't it lively and interesting?)

This system is a real jerk! It's forcing me to stay here, not letting me go home, and yet I'm just wasting my days out there, showing absolutely no ambition.

Don't let anyone do the housework.

[What are you talking about? This system isn't here to watch the show, it's here to stock up on goods for the host.]

Sure enough, the system, which wouldn't act without a reason, stuffed a bunch of random things into its system space, and then mysteriously pulled out a pair of round objects.

[It wasn't easy. That transmigrator has finally been killed. This system has been keeping an eye on him for a long time.]

(You call this thing an eye?)

Upon hearing the system's words, Oswald examined the two rather strange spheres in the space. He couldn't tell what material they were made of, nor did he see any accessories such as pupils.

According to the rules, the system cannot bring technologically advanced items from other worlds into other worlds. Therefore, Oswald quickly ruled out that it was a high-tech product.

At the same time, it can be ruled out that it is a normal thing, after all, the Goddess of Life has deprived him of his sight in a conceptual sense. If he could change his eyes, the system would have done so long ago.

[Let this system solemnly introduce this item to the host—the False Eye. Most of the time, it is merely an ornament, possessing the powerful function of disguising itself as different pupils.]

Decorations...

Oswald rubbed his forehead and asked casually, "(Would you provide vision?)"

The system responded instantly; [not provided]

(So, if I want to see objects, do I still have to rely on the ability of clairvoyance?)

[Yes, host]

(So ​​all this time you've chosen to follow a blind man so you could find an opportunity to give me his eyes?)

The barrage of questions left Oswald feeling utterly exhausted.

More than the reason why some items in the space mysteriously disappeared, Oswald didn't want to ask what other bizarre things the system could bring.

[Wait, host, this system isn't finished being introduced yet. Do you really think a blind person could survive for so long in the battle between the transmigrator and the system?]

[He made it into the top six! If it weren't for the transmigrator on the other side completing the judgment ritual before dying, and unleashing his ultimate potential...]

(Alright, just tell me what special features it has.)

Ignoring the battle royale among the transmigrators, Oswald directly installed the pseudo-eye within the system space.

A strange sense of unease followed. Oswald clearly felt that the sphere emitted a bizarre energy fluctuation the moment it entered his eye socket.

If someone were to look at Oswald at this moment, they would find that his suddenly opened eyes are completely black.

[First try changing the pupils, yes, directly controlling them with your mind.]

Carefully guiding the energy in the pseudo-eye, Oswald attempted to imagine the structure of the pupil, but whether he succeeded or not, he couldn't see it anyway.

Oswald quickly approached the carriage, adjusted his posture on horseback, and leaped onto the carriage, startling Jenny, who was reading a book inside.

"Janice, did you bring a mirror?"