After I died, my personal maid rebelled.

The stench of decay, like that of a dried-up corpse, grew stronger in the air. Medivh remembered this smell. His excellent disciple had finally waited for his chance to make his move, determined to leave an ending to their story.

"Come on, Dane, take them away from here."

Dane, axe in hand, looked around blankly. "Where are you going, sir? Why are you so nervous?"

Medivh, who wanted nothing more than to kick him, expanded the range of his wind magic again. "Enough with the nonsense, just do what I tell you."

As the thick fog dissipated, a huge figure suddenly flashed by in the distance, and a sudden gust of wind whipped up Dane's disheveled features.

After a moment of silence, Dane bowed.

"Then we'll be going now, sir. Please take care of yourself; the kingdom still needs you."

After saying that, Dane immediately led his soldiers away in a hurry. Just as Medivh had guessed, the Undying Fly's only target was himself, or rather, it had also come to protect Thorne.

Those people weren't indifferent to Thorne; they were waiting—waiting for the day when Lilith would teleport Thorne back to the dungeon after her death.

This series of chain reactions all stemmed from Thorne breaking free from the control of the Northern Territory.

The wind sang softly as Medivh stepped forward, and several magic circles around his staff lit up.

"I don't know if you're still conscious. Come, child, if this is the ending you've been waiting for..."

In the dead of night in the royal city, the fierce battle continued.

Under the cover of the army, the adventurers finally cleared the passage to the royal palace.

As the rallying cry sounded, numerous powerful humans silently stormed through the palace gates, launching a counterattack against the cursed princess.

As Lucas stepped into the palace square, his heart leaped into his throat. He had no idea where his classmates' confidence and pride came from.

This is not a story of a young hero. The competition between academies has age groups, but on the battlefield, the butcher's knife never refuses anyone.

To be honest, Lucas didn't think he could be of any help in dealing with the embodiment of the curse.

The miraculous girl followed behind him, her voice ethereal and melodious. "You're nervous."

Lucas turned back several times before finally managing a weak smile and replying, "Are you talking to me?"

The girl nodded, her behavior somewhat strange, and quickly closed the distance between them, staring at him intently. "My name is Isolde, and yours?"

Lucas quickly stepped back, putting himself on high alert, and gave a brief reply.

"Lucas".

I don't want to have anything to do with this girl named Isolde. In fact, her miraculous holy water is enough for the Vatican to interrogate her eight hundred times.

Not to mention, the princess who turned the royal city upside down also used the power of miracles.

quickened his pace to catch up with the main group from World Tree Academy, and Lucas silently glanced at his teacher, Felix.

Lucas once held Felix in high esteem as the first teacher to actively discover his talents. Only now does Lucas realize that he didn't understand Felix at all.

When the royal city fell into turmoil, while other teachers were evacuating students or strengthening the academy's defenses, Felix suddenly appeared, pulling these newly enrolled students into the battle.

Today is an absurd and bizarre day, but Lucas can't quite put his finger on the strange feeling in his heart.

A nimble adventurer leaped from the palace rooftop, interrupting Lucas's thoughts. "Reporting, Master, target confirmed to the northwest, 600 meters as the crow flies!"

Claude took a deep breath. "Alright, let's go. Once the target is located, launch the attack immediately!"

Before Lucas could react, he saw dozens of mages take to the air in an instant. At the same time, several adventurer teams surrounded the enemy from different directions on the ground, while the remaining troops began to reorganize their battle preparations and gradually deploy into battle formations.

it has started……

As his thoughts settled, the first thing that caught his eye was the dazzling beams of magic from the mages. The sounds of battle suddenly erupted, and Lucas, who was hurriedly following behind the army, finally stepped into the battlefield he had never wanted to face.

Standing at the center of the battlefield at this moment is Diana, who is manipulating the floating swords and blades to block the magical explosions in circles.

The light illuminated her face, revealing a pair of eyes without pupils beneath her calm countenance.

As soon as the mage stopped attacking, the adventurers surrounded her from all sides. Diana leaped forward, and thousands of longswords gleamed coldly in the moonlight, raining down like a storm.

The adventurers unleashed their skills, blocking the longsword attacks one after another. One agile adventurer, wielding two daggers, appeared behind Diana like a ghost.

As the slash landed, Diana pointed her finger, and countless arrows burst forth from the void, sending the adventurer flying dozens of meters. By the time he landed, he was riddled with arrows.

Diana took a step back, her hand clenched loosely, and then she suddenly swung her arm and threw it into the air. One after another, iron spears spun and pierced the air, whistling and splashing out a thick mist of blood.

The first group of surviving adventurers quickly retreated, and the mages, having had a brief rest, once again occupied the high ground, their staffs rapidly illuminating the night.

The battle seemed to last a long time, yet it also seemed to have only lasted a moment.

Lucas, who was extremely nervous, gripped the hilt of his sword with trembling hands.

The mages and adventurers had been almost entirely wiped out, and ahead lay the advancing army. The battle raged across the land, and in the blink of an eye, the army was torn apart by a hail of iron spears and arrows.

Diana, trapped in the enemy lines, was also panting heavily, her body covered in wounds. Lucas heard Chairman Claude's loud roar and saw Professor Felix's powerful final mobilization.

"She's using magic less frequently! Go, Lucas, go!"

With his head buzzing, Lucas instinctively drew his longsword. After taking a few deep breaths, the noise in his ears gradually cleared.

"Go!"

Lucas roared, "So you're going to sacrifice yourself for humanity! Fine! Fine! I'm going!"

The youngest students in the group, along the gap torn open in the army, dispersed the blood mist and turned into another cloud of blood mist.

In the heat of battle, one loses all sense of direction. Lucas could only grip his sword tightly, listening to the approaching carnage ahead, gradually being pushed closer to the cursed incarnation.

The crowd ahead grew thinner and thinner, the bones beneath his feet grew thicker and thicker, and his rapid breathing made Lucas's limbs feel incredibly heavy. The noisy and bloody sounds of fighting filled his ears, and when he suddenly rushed into the center of the battle, he had no time to react at all.

Lucas, unaware of how the sword strike was delivered, belatedly realized how close he had come to becoming the embodiment of the curse.

Up close, all he could see were those white eyes.

With a stroke of incredible luck, the sword severed Diana's arm, and the cold blood splattered onto Lucas's face, but he couldn't smell any blood.

"what!"

Suddenly enraged, Diana unleashed countless flying blades, slicing her companions to pieces. Amidst the torrent of blood, Lucas, desperately swinging his sword, deflected the blades and closed the distance to Diana unharmed.

The two immediately clashed. Despite losing an arm, Diana's swordsmanship was still superb. Lucas, barely managing to hold on, could only roar and keep swinging his sword to survive, each strike faster than the last.

I have never seen such an intense battle. The cold light from the two swords made even the air recoil. Between the two, there was only a dazzling display of swords and blades, sparks that dazzled the entire night sky.

Everyone quickly stepped back to make room for Lucas.

Lucas was drenched in sweat and had no idea what he was doing. Even after feeling a unique sensation in his hand, he didn't stop swinging his sword.

Diana's body was thus reduced to dust...

"We won! We won!"

It wasn't until a cry of joyful relief that Lucas snapped out of his daze, dropping his longsword and collapsing, utterly exhausted, to his knees on the cold, broken pieces of Diana's body.

Won?

They won just like that?

With his mind blank, Lucas touched his body aimlessly until he felt his heartbeat, at which point he seemed to come back to life.

He turned around in a daze, only to see everyone abandoning him, the hero, and scrambling and running wildly in one direction.

As dawn broke, the kingdom seemed to continue its miracle of hope.

"Your Majesty, His Majesty is alive! Someone come quickly! His Majesty is with the Archbishop!"