After I died, my personal maid rebelled.

When news of the defeat of 80,000 Central Army soldiers reached the capital, the people in the palace, as usual, hurriedly spread out a map and pointed with their fingers, only to find that the Northern Army had already launched a counterattack into the heart of the Central District.

"What are they all doing? The Knights and the Imperial Guards! What are they even doing? They might as well send my troops into battle!"

A local nobleman slammed his fist on the table, his arrogant tone drawing the attention of everyone present.

Is he brave or ignorant? How could a marquis's private army, so valiant and skilled in battle, possibly dare to cause trouble for you?

If you throw your grunts into the battlefield, they probably won't even make a splash.

The atmosphere in the meeting room was somewhat silent. Claude, the president of the Adventurers' Guild, couldn't help but glance at the young nobleman a few more times, retrieving information from his mind.

Marquis Falkov, a member of the Ironclad aristocracy, is an ambitious fellow who has always wanted to advance further and become a duke.

"My lords, look at our predicament! The Queen has been abducted by Duke Dale of the Eastern Territory, and the Prince has been stolen by Duke Oswald of the Northern Territory. If we cannot achieve victory on the battlefield, where is the dignity of the monarchy? Where is the dignity of the nation!"

Claude wanted to applaud after hearing the passionate words, but noticing the indifferent attitude of those around him, he could only keep a straight face and pretend nothing had happened.

"As long as the demons launch an attack, everything will be alright."

A humorous remark drifted over, and Claude almost lost his composure upon hearing it. He wanted to see who this brilliant person was, but instead met Archbishop John's blank eyes.

Oh, so it was the archbishop who said it. Never mind then.

"Perhaps we could try sending someone to contact the demons?" Falkov tapped the table, as if he were genuinely considering the feasibility of the plan.

Upon hearing this, the others present became restless. The demons had taken the initiative to invade the northern territory, and the central army could indeed stand by and watch, or even take advantage of the chaos, but they could not betray their country.

If this gets out, losing face is secondary; the country's prestige will likely plummet.

Fortunately, Archbishop John did not respond to Falkov's words.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. The archbishop must have been too anxious just now and briefly forgot that he was a fighter for humanism above all else.

"Let's wait until Commander Benjamin of the Second Knights returns before making a decision."

Robert was fed up with this farce. If it weren't for his daughter Lilith, he wouldn't be so idle, spending his days discussing war with a bunch of laymen.

He desperately wanted to go to war, but now his family was barely saved, while he had been stripped of his position as commander of the First Knights...

Sigh, it's all tears when I talk about it.

Robert recently studied the battle carefully and found that the biggest oversight of the Central Army was its marching speed.

That's outrageous! How can 80,000 people march slowly together?

Why not send a vanguard force of about 20,000 men, with the Third Knights at its core, to the front of the main army?

With 80,000 men gathered together, the slightest disturbance would put the entire army on high alert. Those wolf cubs from the Northern Army practically wanted to revolve around them 24/7.

The battle was chaotic, and Robert could only sigh silently. Fortunately, Benjamin was coming back; he was one of the few generals in the kingdom who could still command large armies.

Furthermore, the Northern Territory has taken away his nephew, His Majesty's only prince. Even if it's just for his deceased sister, he will surely do his best.

Benjamin, on whom Robert had placed high hopes, had not yet arrived in the capital when he immediately ordered the Imperial Guard and the army of the Southern Duchy to send advance teams to the battlefield to assess the situation.

Benjamin was extremely anxious; his nephew was the one who would take care of him for the rest of his life!

That damned Duke Oswald is so uncivilized! Why can't he act like a man and settle the score on the battlefield?

They even steal other people's children! Ugh, shameless human traffickers!

The advance team quickly arrived at the front line, and among the army of the Southern Duchy, Annie, who had disguised her hair color and appearance, was clearly among them.

Because of her excellent horsemanship and archery skills, she became a scout captain just two days after joining the army.

Annie knew how troublesome the Northern Army scouts were, so she chose to travel at night. Even so, several cavalrymen in the group were shot down by elite Northern Army scouts who came to investigate.

For a moment, Yani was dazed by these fellow villagers who kept causing trouble.

After escaping the royal city and arriving in the southern territory with Nicole, Nicole's parents warmly welcomed her, showing no qualms about their current identities.

In Nicole's father's words, since the goddess wanted to cast a curse, it was impossible to change it by human effort alone. He also advised Annie to stay in the Southern Territory and enjoy the few ordinary days she had left.

However, upon hearing that the Northern Territory and the Central District were at war, Annie missed her parents even more. That's why she used drugs to change her appearance and secretly went to the Northern Territory with the army of the newly independent Southern Principality.

To everyone's surprise, the Northern Army had already advanced into the heart of the Central Region!

When she heard the news, Annie was stunned. She had originally planned to sneak into the Northern Territory during the chaos, and thought that the two armies would be fighting around Green Gorge City...

It seems that after becoming a curse, Diana truly took mad revenge, causing great damage to the Central District.

"Captain, should we go into the city?" A scout rode back to report: "The Northern Army is launching an attack ahead, and our allies probably won't be able to hold out for long."

"New recruit, how many people are on the other side?" Annie raised an eyebrow, not immediately rejecting his suggestion.

"Reporting to the captain, there are approximately six thousand people."

"And what about us?" Annie pointed behind her.

"Eighty..." When the scout said this, his momentum clearly diminished, as if... the difference in numbers between the two sides was quite significant.

"Remember this: our advance team's mission is to ascertain the enemy's specific movements and avoid being easily drawn into the battlefield."

Annie ordered them to disperse and take cover, while she rode her horse quickly towards the city where fierce street fighting was taking place not far ahead.

She didn't care about winning or losing; she just wanted to see just how much Oswald's army had grown.

"I stand here, and the cold winds of the North are upon me. The sage walks among men and admonishes me not to yield to death."

"If a saint hears my cry, he will witness my slaughter."

After finishing his prayer, the soldier struggled to load the crossbow bolt. As he stood up, he pulled the trigger. With a snap, the bolt pierced through the soldier's skull, and the Imperial Guard, with only half his face exposed, fell to the ground.

Federico and Erian, who were drinking water to replenish their strength, were both somewhat dazed, leaning against a broken wall.

Dude, this actually works? You can even make your prayers more precise?

Bloody skirmishes were taking place on all sides of the city. Erión, holding his spear, looked in surprise at the soldier who continued to pray and load his crossbow, and quickly swallowed.

That's outrageous! These crossbowmen are even more formidable in urban warfare than he is; the enemy dies the moment they show their faces.

"Commander, didn't you say that religious belief is forbidden in our northern territory now?"

Upon hearing this, Federico coughed and explained, "Strictly speaking, this isn't a church, but a guild they founded themselves. It used to be small, but now..."

"Who is that saint?" Erian asked again, genuinely curious. Did they worship a god of war?

Federico knew this very well because many of his soldiers were guild members, and he explained it with some emotion.

"The Duke, they call him a saint, saying he is a messenger from hell who will bring fairness to the world, and all inequality and oppression will be punished by the Duke."

"You could also interpret this as them being perpetually waging holy war."

Erian was stunned for a long time. "Does the Duke know?"

"What do you think?" Federico smacked Erian on the head. If the Duke knew that this guild was still allowed to exist, he would have joined long ago.

"Don't ask too many questions. Someone who can write such a prayer is no ordinary person." Federico said seriously, continuing to crouch down and leading Erian in the attack.

"Remember this, kid. They fight their holy war, we fight our street fighting. In short, take this city before dark. I reckon we'll have to retreat soon."