After I died, my personal maid rebelled.

The snowflakes dissipated in the billowing steam, casting a hazy, grayish hue over the ice city.

Some people set off on their expedition, while others returned with small bundles. Just as the city expansion project of Ice City was unfolding in a grand manner, flocks of sheep, white as clouds, traversed thousands of mountains and rivers, and Lilith was also covered with a clean cotton quilt.

Lilith's life is in danger; she has been in a coma for two days.

The predetermined ending seemed so inevitable, yet a sense of sadness spread through everyone's hearts.

In this world, how many people truly understand life, and how many can honestly say to themselves: "I have no regrets in my life"?

Lilith is an incurable fool, a classic example of selfishness and arrogance, but her love is pure, so her last words before falling into a coma were to Janet.

"Please, holy woman, save my child."

So everyone gathered in front of the medical ward, just to carry out that long-overdue trial.

If the mother's life is not a primary concern, a cesarean section is relatively easy to perform. Elena, who can vertically cut a strand of hair in half, became the surgeon for this operation.

Alene gestured with the scalpel, asking doubtfully, "Really... won't some monster jump out?"

Jenny quickly turned her head and glared at her.

"It's already been checked; it's just an ordinary human baby."

Standing silently by the window, Oswald coughed lightly as he watched the steam rise, his face expressionless. What on earth were these two saying to the patient?

Is there going to be an alien segment later?

With everything prepared, Jenny, having tidied her white coat and surgical instruments, cleared out any unauthorized personnel.

In the corridor, Thorne, looking ashen-faced, Oswald, preoccupied, and Paul, who had been brought there for some reason and seemed to have nothing to do, all had different expressions and no intention of communicating.

Leaning against the wall, Oswald lit his pipe and tossed a cigarette to Thorne.

Thorne caught it instinctively and looked at Oswald blankly.

Receiving no further response, Thorne lowered his head. Just as he was about to pinch it between his fingers, Paul swiftly slashed out with his sword, the red light igniting the tobacco and sending up a wisp of smoke.

Having done all this, Paul gracefully sheathed his sword, walked to Oswald's side, leaned against the wall, and closed his eyes in silence.

Thorne remained silent, tentatively taking a drag of his cigarette. The pungent smoke made him uncomfortable. Strangely enough, however, it did manage to calm his turbulent emotions.

As the Duke of Oswald once said, no one can change their fate and live the life they dream of in this lifetime.

This life is merely an extension of the suffering of the past.

He was lucky; compared to the brutal battle between Paul and Maria, he at least secured a dignified end for Lilith…

Inside the ward, staring at the unconscious Lilith, Elena used a scalpel to cut open Lilith's abdomen layer by layer.

The soft, inelastic skin and the thick, foul-smelling blood made a simple surgery quite complicated.

"Can't she even feel pain anymore?"

Jenny wiped away the bloodstains and whispered, "The birth and death of life are magical things in themselves, but we've all become accustomed to them."

After cutting through the last layer of mucous membrane, Elena put down the scalpel, carefully reached in, and pulled out a wrinkled, thin baby.

"Less than two kilograms." Elena examined it carefully and confirmed, "It's a girl."

Jenny breathed a sigh of relief and quickly released her emerald green magic to completely envelop the baby.

"Hold on tight, I'm going to cut the umbilical cord."

When a soft cry drifted down the corridor, Thorne, whose feet were unknowingly piled high with cigarette butts, suddenly stood up. He walked forward in a daze, but his legs were so weak that he almost fell to the ground.

Paul reacted quickly, pulling him along and helping Thorne to the ward.

The door opened, and Thorne could only see Jenny stitching up Lilith's wounds, but the door was quickly closed by Eleanor who came out.

"Someone go find a wet nurse," Elena said simply, then looked at Thorne. "Congratulations, junior, you have a daughter."

A few minutes later, Jenny came out carrying the child.

Her voice was soft and sorrowful, "Do you want to see your daughter, or...?"

Thorne didn't answer and rushed into the ward.

Jenny sighed softly, signaling everyone not to disturb them, and took the child to a warmer room.

The snow kept falling, and Thorne, sitting by the hospital bed, slowly took Lilith's hand.

Her palms no longer held the warmth she remembered.

Tears streamed down his face. Thorne didn't know why he was crying. His whole life had been a mistake: his indulgence in love and his shirking of responsibility...

He should have become a complete scoundrel, numbing himself with false pleasure and honor, but instead... the girl in front of him gave him the most sincere love.

If it weren't for saving herself in her previous life, Lilith wouldn't have used the Wishing Star, and she wouldn't have become the embodiment of the curse in this life.

How he wished he were the one to pay the price!

"Thorne..."

A call interrupted his pain. Thorne quickly looked up, gripped Lilith's hand tightly, and pressed his whole body against hers in a hurried response.

"I'm here, Lilith, I'm here."

Lilith lay on her sickbed, barely breathing, so exhausted she could barely open her eyes. "You have to be careful. Without me by your side, you have to take good care of yourself and be wary of those who approach you unnecessarily."

"Our child, our child..."

Oswald, leading four or five breastfeeding mothers back to the medical department, was utterly exasperated.

The aunties are all heroic mothers who responded to the call and actively nurtured the next generation for the Northern Territory. They are good at everything else, except for their mouths, which are incredibly talkative.

Along the way, the rumors they spread included, but were not limited to: Your Grace, why didn't you tell us you were having a baby?

Lady Elene is quite well-endowed, so what's wrong?

What?! The baby isn't Elene's?! Your Grace, what are you doing? Are you trying to defy the traditions and customs of the Northern Territory?!

Why isn't the child yours? Oh, right, it seems like it shouldn't be yours.

Having finally explained the cause and effect and prevented a public opinion crisis from erupting, Oswald silently held Thorne accountable in his heart.

Want to leave the Northern Territory without repaying the Duke's kindness? Dream on!

As soon as Oswald stepped downstairs, he heard a heart-wrenching wail coming from Thorne.

Alas, what is love in this world...?

Oswald shook his head and sighed, when a strange surge of magical energy suddenly erupted.

The fruit he brought for the visit was scattered all over the floor. Oswald, whose immortal magic was running wildly within him, protected the group of middle-aged women behind him and warily observed the ward where Lilith and Thorne were.

That place was the very center of the magical explosion.

Before long, a magic circle filled with the aura of death slowly unfolded from the point-transformation surface. Oswald's heart skipped a beat; it seemed that he and the system had both overlooked a problem.

The question is: Will Lilith, who possesses the power of death, trigger some kind of deathrattle skill after she dies?

Damn it! Could it really be as I think?!

The magic circle suddenly burst into light, the glass window shattered, and Thorne, who was forcibly pulled out of the ward by the beam of light, suddenly stared at Oswald downstairs.

"Your Grace! What is this...?"

Before he could finish speaking, the light from the magic circle engulfed Thorne, then vanished instantly without a trace.