After I died, my personal maid rebelled.

When sixteen-year-old Lucas first arrived in the royal city, all the prosperity of the world came into view.

After a brief moment of confusion amidst the crowd, Lucas reaffirmed his direction and strode toward the most prominent building in the royal city.

As a devout believer, Lucas had always had a wish: to offer a prayer at the Vatican.

I heard that the newly appointed saintess is a great being who created the antidote to the plague. Thanks to her, Lucas was very lucky to crawl back from the brink of death.

But those elderly women, those grandmothers who often cared for him, did not survive. Or rather, they did not live to see the day the saintess saved the world.

Looking up at the towering Papacy and feeling its sacred aura, Lucas stopped amidst the bustling crowd and curiously looked at the cavalry composed of hundreds of nuns and paladins.

The nearby residents stood under the eaves whispering, which Lucas, with his keen ears, overheard.

"After the Holy Maiden went to the Northern Territory, she doesn't plan to return?"

"It's better that they don't come back, so they won't keep causing trouble for the Holy Maiden."

The word "trouble" caught Lucas's attention. He looked down sharply and noticed that the paving stones in front of the Vatican had been repaired.

It seems the political struggles in the royal city are far more serious than he imagined. The Holy Maiden is probably a very weak person. I just don't know why she would side with the Duke of the Northern Territory.

After Lucas finished his prayers and came out, the papal cavalry was ready and set off north.

After fulfilling his wish, Lucas took out the World Tree Academy's admission letter and couldn't help but think of the hero who was also from a commoner background.

The chosen one started out, but now he's nowhere to be found...

Could it be that he has also been drawn into the political struggle?

Learning from the mistakes of his predecessors, Lucas constantly reminded himself to never get involved with those in power, and to quickly return home after learning his skills so he could live a peaceful and stable life.

Sigh, if the civil war between the Central District and the Southern Territory had broken out earlier, he would never have signed up for the academy's assessment.

Now that the acceptance letter is in hand, it's hard to give it up; but going to the academy to register also raises concerns about what other major troubles might erupt in the kingdom.

With a heart full of trepidation, Lucas walked towards the World Tree Academy.

Arriving at a cleaner street, I carefully avoided the elegantly dressed nobles and the beautiful, youthful students.

Lucas always felt out of place in this place. He had begun to miss the mountains and rivers of his hometown, and perhaps he was also missing the free and unrestrained self who was not afraid of any gaze.

Even with all his savings on him, Lucas couldn't remain calm. He tried to keep his gaze straight ahead, his neck stiffer than his legs, and dared not linger his eyes on the beautiful and elegant women for even half a second.

Another group of people appeared ahead, their identities unclear. After comparing their clothing and appearance, and looking at the group of ordinary residents who were generally older, Lucas quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

It turns out that this street was not exclusively for nobles.

"God!"

A loud shout startled Lucas, who was passing by.

He quickly composed himself, turned his head and cast a wary glance into the crowd, where he saw a middle-aged woman holding her baby high in the air, her eyes filled with tears.

The child's face was covered in water droplets, which washed away the dull and sallow skin, revealing a soft and plump complexion.

A miracle cure?

Shocked, Lucas unconsciously took a few steps forward, only to find that the person sitting in the center of the crowd was not some miracle doctor, but a young girl with brown hair.

The tea-haired girl was clearly used to their fervent actions. After briefly glancing at the treatment progress, she lowered her head again to cast her spell.

Several intricate magic circles circled around her fingertips, and with just a light touch, the empty glass bottle once again gushed forth with crystal-clear "holy water".

The hunched old man ripped off his clothes, revealing the terrifyingly large tumor on his back to everyone.

However, the tea-haired girl simply poured holy water on his back, and the large tumor turned into black mist, instantly disappearing without a trace.

But that wasn't all. When the old man also began to loudly praise the miracle, everyone gasped in surprise. It turned out that the old man had gotten rid of his hunchback after several years and had straightened his back!

Having witnessed the miraculous moment, Lucas only pondered for a few seconds before quickening his pace and leaving the scene.

Whether it's true or false, it has nothing to do with him.

Haha, it's just that their generation has encountered this. In the past, everyone was used to praying to the goddess, and they knew that the goddess would not respond to anything they said.

But now, there are more and more supernatural and ghostly things, making it difficult to distinguish between the real and the fake, and one careless move could cost you your life.

If the goddess could truly hear humanity's prayers... would the plague still occur?

As Lucas walked along, lamenting the hardships of life, he didn't notice two pairs of eyes observing him from the shadows.

Having passed over countless corpses in the plague, fate has quietly completed its guidance.

……

When Lucas entered the university as an ordinary student and fell asleep in his dormitory for the first time, the city lights were just coming on, and the gentle music of the ball in the noble district lingered in the streets and alleys.

The nobleman in the second-floor room, after finishing his meticulous work, got out of bed naked and took out a cigar from the bedside table.

In the dimly lit room, the red firelight flickered. The man exhaled smoke and turned his head to glance at the noblewoman on the bed.

The two are not a couple and do not have any special feelings for each other, but this is part of the social interaction and symbolizes the stable cooperation between their families.

The man's name is Phoenix, and he is a teacher at the World Tree Academy.

The frequent dances exhausted the men, and after news of Medivh's trip to the Northern Territory spread, they took the opportunity to keep in touch and reached many agreements.

Of course, sexual interaction in bed is also inevitable. If I had to say, Phoenix prefers younger women, or rather, he doesn't like women over twenty.

"Isn't it a bit late to start training thugs now?" Phoenix took a deep drag on his cigar, trying to get rid of the woman's perfume in his mouth.

The woman chuckled upon hearing this and ran her slender fingers across the man's back.

"The hero's party was wiped out, and the hero himself was sent to the Northern Territory by that old fox Medivh. Instead of finding a few scouting stones, do you intend to go to the Northern Territory yourself and have a go at that undead?"

The man glared at the woman with displeasure, then swayed as he got up and sat down on a chair nearby.

He flicked his cigarette ash onto the ground and shook his head, saying, "There's no need to start training them from the very beginning. Even if you give them five years, let alone Oswald, they probably wouldn't even be as good as the heroes."

The woman got up and sat on the edge of the bed, showing off her graceful figure.

"It's just manufacturing consumables. The orders from above have come down; our mission is to quickly assemble a new squad. Your task is to select squad members who meet the standards and improve their strength at all costs. So after tonight, I will leave the royal city to provide your squad with intelligence from various regions and arrange their development plan."

After silently taking a few puffs of his cigar, Phoenix knew he had no choice but to accept. His family and business were nothing more than a centuries-old facade.

The woman beside him was the same.

Fate had decreed that they would dedicate their lives to this order.

"Understood, I will carry out the mission well."