After I died, my personal maid rebelled.

"Marriage? He really knows how to pick his timing."

After just one glance, Luna slammed the wedding invitation onto the table, her expression revealing a hint of impatience.

She stood up, put her hands on her hips, pondered for a moment, and then waved the messenger away. The messenger from the Eastern Territory breathed a sigh of relief and practically ran out.

After the Northern Territory defeated the Central District, the Eastern Territory, which had been feigning death, finally made a move.

Luna glanced at the chest crammed full of gold and silver jewels. Duke Dale dared not invite his own elder brother, but instead set his sights on her, hoping that his marriage to Barbara would receive the support of the Northern Territory.

But who cares whether Dale cheated on the king? Frank in the royal city is now nothing more than a puppet.

Moreover, with such a major crisis facing the Elf Kingdom, Luna repeatedly asked Dale to provide intelligence about the Elf Kingdom, but he neglected his duties day after day, causing the nobles of the Eastern Territory to send troops to support the Central District several times, which caused Luna considerable trouble.

The nobles united because of the Northern Army's tough policies; those wicked nobles had no chance of survival under the Northern Army's sword.

If it weren't for the fact that she couldn't spare any extra troops, Luna would have wanted to kill that son of a bitch, Dale, with one blow.

These insects are usually high and mighty, but when it comes to crucial moments, they are all useless and only know how to indulge in pleasure. They are not at all like rulers, let alone human beings!

"Does the young lady intend to strike at the Eastern Leader first?"

Count Morpheus broke the silence; he was the only one who dared to speak to Luna when she was angry.

Luna raised her hand. "No, our primary task is to completely conquer the royal city."

After a whole winter of hibernation, Luna, who had gradually shed her naivety, finally stepped out of the Ironlake Castle.

The last batch of military aid also arrived in Iron Lake City.

Red's Knights, now expanded into a cavalry division, have arrived in the heart of the royal city to assist the Second Division in breaking through the city's outer defenses.

So when Luna arrived at the military camp in Iron Lake City, there were only new recruits undergoing training and her personal guards preparing for battle.

Luna looked down and noticed a group of soldiers who seemed out of place.

The dwarves, dressed in heavy armor, also looked nervously at Luna. There were about two hundred of them, all of them Iron Sheep Cavalry, who were Luna's guards specially assigned by the Duke.

There wasn't any particular reason; they just wanted Luna, as the heir, to have a good relationship with the dwarves.

Imagining herself riding a horse among dwarven guards, Luna blinked. It seemed she would have to carry a shield with her from now on, lest they jump up and shield her from arrows.

"From now on, stick close to me. Wherever I go, you go too, understand?"

"Understood!" the dwarves answered in unison, their voices carrying a certain imposing air.

"Very good, let's go!"

At a command, the soldiers charged out of the camp with great fanfare. Their mission was to escort the young lady by boat directly to the capital. As for Lord Paul, who was supposed to be the cavalry commander, everyone silently offered their blessings.

Go to the lakeside on the vast grassland and watch the migratory birds fly back. When you're all grown up, have a baby...

Humming a song, Luna arrived at the Iron Lake City dock and boarded a boat to head south. As soon as she boarded the ship, she saw Paul, whose face was as black as the bottom of a pot.

In his hand, he was still holding Lisa, who had shrunk into a quail.

Feeling guilty, Luna looked away and forced a conversation, saying, "I heard that Duke Dale and Queen Barbara are getting married. Oh dear, spring has truly arrived."

"Young Miss, I must participate in the Battle of the Royal City."

After saying this, Paul released Lisa and turned to walk into the paladin's ranks.

The capital city was not as simple as it seemed. The northern army's occupation of the capital city was almost tantamount to declaring a change of dynasty.

Judging from the combat power of those cursed incarnations alone, the Northern Army, without the Duke's command, will likely face unprecedented difficulties, not to mention the elusive Mage Guild lurking in the shadows.

Given the lack of high-caliber combat power, Paul felt it was essential for him to be present in this battle.

"Paul, are you angry?" Lisa, now free, came to Luna's side and asked softly.

"It shouldn't be." Luna calmly shook her head, then looked into the distance.

The sky was a pale gray, and beneath the clouds, a long-brewing storm was quietly approaching.

"For the Duke!"

The heavy rain churned up the mud on the battlefield. Having finished his prayer, Eryon charged out from among the shield guards, his body and spear moving like a dragon as he plunged into the enemy ranks.

Blood was flowing, and waves of peasant soldiers crashed against the Second Division's lines. It could be said that the greatest advantage of aristocracy was that it could easily deceive its people.

The Northern Army came to overthrow the rule of the powerful and liberate the civilians, but as the war reached a stalemate, rumors that the Duke of Oswald was a cannibalistic undead were spreading rapidly throughout the Central District.

When information is readily available, people are lost in a vast ocean, unable to distinguish truth from falsehood; when information is limited, people will pay a bloody price for the truth or falsehood of every piece of news.

The nobles are already prepared to fight to the death. Since your northern territories are unwilling to give us a way out, then we'll fight you to the bitter end!

They are tough, but Oswald is even tougher. For the human race to blossom with freedom and equality, it must be watered with blood.

Otherwise, those rulers would simply change their names and eventually make a comeback.

If we're going to break free of these shackles, let's break them completely!

"I call upon the response of hell. If I do not punish evil, I cannot spread good. In the name of the Duke, I will burn away the folly and depravity of mankind. I beg the Duke to grant them mercy on their souls."

Boom!

On the Second Division's position, hundreds of catapults started up simultaneously, launching a barrage of alchemical bombs that crashed into the peasant army at high speed.

As the outer iron sheet disintegrated, the peasant army, cut in half by the iron sheet, could only see an endless green fog rising in the heavy rain.

"put!"

Kate did not pray like his officers. He knew the Duke disliked such things, but this kind of faith was like a plague that could not be eradicated.

At his command, the heavy crossbowmen adjusted the elevation angle and ignited and fired several arrows, each as thick as an arm and soaked in oil.

The rockets streaked across the battlefield like blood, and almost the instant they touched the thick fog, a massive fire erupted, engulfing the entire battlefield.

Erión, who had retreated hastily upon hearing the sound of the catapult, was now caught off guard and quickly lay down, burying his head in the blood and mud, while using the corpse as cover.

The terrifying flames, accompanied by wailing cries, steamed up rainwater, and a single attack caused no fewer than five thousand casualties.

Before the flames had died down, the heavily armored soldiers launched a charge, tearing through the peasant army's lines with unstoppable force.

After discarding the charred corpses on his body, Eryon simply touched his face and continued to engage in this seemingly endless battle.