After I died, my personal maid rebelled.

Leia, who knew the way back to the palace well, first went to her residence and found the boxed compass at the bottom of her suitcase. As soon as she stepped out, she bumped into Frank.

"Didn't I tell you to go and fetch the archbishop? What are you doing back in your bedchamber?"

Leia clicked her tongue and said irritably, "We've already invited them."

"Okay, then you can go and help me organize the documents first. I need to deal with them as soon as the banquet is over."

Having said that, Frank, in high spirits, hummed a song and left alone, leaving behind only a poor working man.

Why is this guy wandering around behind the palace instead of going to the banquet?

Although she had expected it, Leia still felt inexplicably annoyed.

She was busy preparing for the banquet, but once it started, well, she ended up being the one who volunteered to work overtime.

Hmph, just wait and see. One day I will defect to the Northern Territory and live a happy life with Lord Paul.

After mentally uttering those harsh words, Leia still had to obediently go to the empty study. She thought that apart from Archbishop John, probably no one would care whether she was there or not.

Meanwhile, the banquet hall in front of the palace had been set up, and as a celebration of the prince's birth, a new problem arose.

That is: should the person sitting next to the king be Queen Barbara, or the princess who gave birth to the prince?

A consensus was quickly reached, with everyone hoping that Queen Barbara would take the initiative to back down to avoid an awkward atmosphere.

Times have changed. Benjamin, the regimental commander who supported Queen Barbara in the army, is now the prince's uncle; and the Duke of Dale in the provinces is also overwhelmed by the invasion of the Northern Army.

The glamour of social life is ultimately just a fleeting moment.

Barbara, who arrived at the banquet early, naturally noticed the shift in the political climate. After greeting the faction members with a calm expression, she took a seat in a high position without any hesitation.

As soon as John entered the room, he noticed the strange atmosphere.

The whispers among the crowd were always so open and honest, but John didn't care about them. He only found it amusing that Rhea hadn't shown up.

Those two aloof girls back then, one leading an army to conquer all sides, and the other diligently handling government affairs, lived more exciting lives than their peers.

When the banquet was about to begin, John kept glancing towards the door, but couldn't find Frank anywhere.

Soft music filled the air as the invited nuns sang hymns.

Barbara sat there, but her face grew increasingly grim. At such an important banquet, she was the only member of the royal family present, and it was to celebrate another woman giving birth to a prince for the king!

At first, no one cared about the king's lateness, assuming it was his way of expressing dissatisfaction with the queen.

The attendees, dressed in their finest attire, raised their glasses and chatted about their visions for the future.

The atmosphere of the banquet reached its climax when a young man suddenly barged in.

"I am Elfens, an undercover agent of the Kingdom Library, and I am loyal to Luna Charles."

Elfins approached John, quickly introduced himself, and then whispered in his ear, "Please, Archbishop, do not make a fuss. The assassins sent by the Great Sage have already infiltrated the palace..."

With a loud bang, John stood frozen in place as if struck by lightning, the pastry in his hand falling to the ground.

Using the crowd as cover, the two left the banquet hall. As soon as they left the front hall, they sped up and quickly headed for the main hall of the palace.

On the way, Elfens continued to explain the cause and effect.

"We were among the first intelligence agents to be sponsored by the young lady and admitted to the Royal Library."

John frowned. "You?"

"Yes, Archbishop, I am the only member who survived, but I have been cut off from the outside world for almost a year."

"Oswald made his plans so early?" John sighed. It seemed they were more than a step behind. Oswald's cunning was truly terrifying.

Elfins nodded. If he were given another chance, he...

Putting aside his grief, Elfins quickly shared the information he had gathered with John.

"Our mission is to investigate the Great Sage for the Northern Territory, but unfortunately, although I have come across some of the secrets, I have never seen the Great Sage in person."

"I was released because of this assassination attempt; the target was Princess Diana of the kingdom."

Recalling that life like that of a rat in the gutter, Elfens found it hard to tell anyone about the excitement he felt when he saw the sunlight.

Countless times, he wondered if he should just leave and get away from this group of lunatics who thought they were in charge of the world.

But he couldn't let his companions die meaninglessly; at least he wanted the young lady to know that they had never betrayed him, but had simply died quietly.

John was puzzled, but he now believed the young man. Having seen countless people, he could see the pain Elfens was enduring.

"Tell me, child, why Diana?"

Elfins shook his head. "I don't know. They always have countless plans, and killing Diana was a kind of cleansing for them. They wanted to use her to clear away all obstacles."

As they were talking, the two unexpectedly bumped into a group of royal guards. The leader, upon seeing John, exclaimed in surprise, "Archbishop, I was just looking for you!"

"Charles!"

The person who arrived was none other than Charles, the sharpshooter who represented the royal guard during the giant slime extermination battle.

It also contributed to the famous scene of archers defeating the Undead.

John grabbed his thick arm and pressed him urgently, "Tell me, how is His Majesty now?!"

"His Majesty is alright. The assassins were after Princess Diana, and our guards suffered heavy losses. His Majesty asked me to tell you that he hopes you can use that thing... to help us find the other assassins."

That kind of thing?

John, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, frowned again. What was all this talk about? Wasn't it just the Candle Shadow Assassins?

"I understand. I will go back to prepare immediately. You must ensure the safety of His Majesty and the Princess."

John turned to leave, but Elphins grabbed his arm. He had infiltrated the devil's lair and witnessed the devil's methods firsthand.

"Archbishop, I can tell you with certainty that of everyone present, you are the only one who cannot leave the palace, and only you can truly protect it..."

With a snap, Elfins' eyeball bounced onto John's face, and Charles caught a splattered piece of brain matter in surprise.

What did he just see? A perfectly healthy person suddenly died right in front of him?

John was still holding Elfens's hand in a daze; he had only known the boy for twenty minutes.

I cannot leave the palace; only I can protect it…

John gently laid Elphins, whose head was half shattered, to the ground. Just moments before, a faint wisp of goddess magic had dissipated from Elphins's eyeballs.

In terms of methods of killing, immortality magic is probably far inferior to goddess magic, which originates from life.

With his eyes lowered, John's gaze swept across the surroundings. If he wasn't mistaken, this should be a very ancient blessing magic.

But everything a goddess bestows comes at a price.