After I died, my personal maid rebelled.

Wishes, dreams, desires, greed...

Annie, who thought she knew herself very well, wanted to say the exact same thing as Diana: I didn't use Wishing Star.

But before time stopped in the first life, her wishing star did respond with a dazzling light.

She made a wish, without a doubt, and among the five users of the Wishing Star, she was the only one who held a unique affection for Oswald.

Everyone has their own story. If Paul's soul has a problem, everyone will naturally suspect Maria; if something happens to King Frank, Princess Diana will definitely not be able to clear her name.

So only the two of them know the many twists and turns that happened between Annie and Oswald, from their childhood friendship and engagement to their falling out.

Actually, this wasn't a past worth questioning, but the coincidence was that the Duke of Oswald wasn't the original Oswald.

Even Annie was slow to realize this. As one of the four dukes who stood at the top of the nobility, it was difficult for people to find the demeanor that a nobleman should have in him.

He could be a bandit, a tyrant, a laborer, a writer of some kind of unconventional book, or a compassionate savior...

But he was not a proper nobleman.

Therefore, in this world, the only person who carries the memories of the past is Annie.

"Let me tell you a secret, Miss Annie. The Duke's change of heart occurred on the same day that your whole family was imprisoned. Incidentally, the start of the Third Life also took place on this day."

Alene crossed her legs, clearly pleased with the reaction Annie had elicited.

"So who exactly is he?"

Emerging from her confusion and shock, Annie suddenly discovered a huge blind spot: although there were differences in details between the first and second lives, many things happened in a strikingly similar way.

Because in many of their choices, the two Oswalds were practically identical.

"Who he is is none of your business. Your most important issue right now is to figure out what you and the other Oswald did."

Alene tapped the table again, and Jenny, who was holding a cup of hot tea, glanced at her coldly.

"Let me also remind you, think about what you should be thinking about. It's not your place to pry into the Duke's secrets."

Upon hearing this, Annie shuddered. Sure enough, none of those who could become saintesses were easy to deal with. She had thought that only Maria was an anomaly.

"If you suspect that Oswald's disappearance was related to me, then I can only tell you that I did make a wish in my first life, but I don't know what the wish was."

"very good."

Elena nodded. She didn't mind exchanging more information with Annie. Just because the Duke didn't say something didn't mean she shouldn't know it.

Moreover, Elena really enjoys the feeling of controlling the Duke's little secrets.

While you're at it, please help out Jenny...

In exchange, Elene told Annie some new information. "The cursed Nicole has appeared on the battlefield. We deduce that she, like Diana, is under control."

Annie was not surprised by this. Her and Nicole's fate was already sealed. As traitors who defied the goddess's will, they would likely suffer punishments unimaginable to ordinary people.

"When I was searching for my memories of my first life, I received help from Lilith, and it seems she hasn't left."

"In addition, in the last few years of the first era, an unprecedented famine occurred in the Northern Territory."

"Plague, death, war, famine, such an old story." Combining the bite marks on the wounded, Elena easily deduced the power that Nicole symbolized.

What's rather strange is that, despite both having the ability to rewind time and possess dual powers, Diana leans towards time, while Nicole demonstrates more of her inherent power.

Or is it that the power of war has been weakened by something?

The interrogation, though not entirely without merit, concluded with Annie seemingly unwilling to reveal her story with the original Oswald.

Silence itself is an answer.

"From now on, you'll have one chance to see your family each week if you want to."

After saying that, Eleanor and Jenny got up and left at the same time. After they left, Annie simply turned around, dusted off her clothes, and stared at the ceiling without saying a word.

In this silent space, she could hear her heart beating irregularly.

No one knows whether the past self can bring redemption; love can transcend time, and so can hate.

As the long winter drew to a close, Oswald's seclusion ended, but to the surprise of both him and Chuguang, the system still hadn't returned.

Could it be that the weasel has stood up from the golden toilet, or that the sentry unit has been killed? Surely it's not the start of the zeroing movement, is it?

Oswald couldn't understand what could be so important that the entire system would take it so seriously.

He got up and stretched his new body. The black flesh that made up part of his body had disappeared and turned into several black coils on his right wrist.

Oswald opened his right palm, and sharp black threads poured out. At the same time, a terrifying corrosive flame emerged from his left hand, which bore a ghostly green mark.

"Go and learn magic, transmigrator. I have nothing more to teach you."

Chu Guang sighed softly, as if she had burned out; anyone who didn't know better would think she was some kind of master.

No, she seems to have a higher level of prestige than a master; using the title "goddess" would be more appropriate.

Thanks to the blood relatives that Luna and the others dug up from somewhere while they were trapped in Oswald, Oswald, who was sacrificed, has already gained the talent to learn magic.

"Magic."

Oswald withdrew his power, turned around and pushed open the door. If he wanted to learn magic, there was a ready-made teacher in the Northern Territory.

With the Duke's seclusion over, the Duke's mansion seemed to have been revitalized. After Oswald finished his bath and relieved his physical and mental fatigue, the corridor was already filled with servants standing respectfully.

Their eyes were filled with anticipation, because everyone had noticed that the Duke had regained his original body, and given his previous reproductive behavior, they had reason to speculate that the Duke's fertility had improved...

"Why are you all staring at me?"

Oswald, who was drying his hair with a towel, was not too flustered when he saw the huge commotion outside the door.

"You guys are busy..."

Before he could finish speaking, the old butler came over, stared at a certain part of Oswald's body without warning, and then suddenly squatted down to examine him closely.

Wearing only a bathrobe, Oswald watched as the old butler prepared to lift the hem of his robe: ? ? ?

Wait, what are you guys doing now?