After I died, my personal maid rebelled.

Upon seeing the Second Division at the Northern Army's garrison in Helm's City, the heavy cloud of worry that had hung over Serfland's heart quickly dissipated.

Before him stood an elite force, their perfectly synchronized movements seemingly freezing the murderous aura in the air. The commander, before even dismounting, issued his first order.

"Third Division, Second Regiment, Third Regiment, launch an immediate attack, target: Earl of Eris."

The soldiers of the Third Division, who had already rested for several days, had no objections. The main force of this battle was the Second Division, and they should indeed assist the Second Division in doing the preliminary preparations.

Kate dismounted, glanced at Serfland without speaking, and then turned her gaze to the soldiers of the Eastern Territory.

They were undoubtedly a bunch of lowly soldiers; if Kate weren't afraid of offending the young lady, she would have dismissed them on the spot.

There were also supposedly elven reinforcements, but Kate didn't hold out much hope for them either. He had come prepared to face the undead army alone.

After a night's rest, the Second Division left behind a militia regiment to provide logistical support, opened the city gates, and marched eastward in a grand procession.

The roads were still a bit muddy after the weather cleared up. Kate glanced at the map a few more times from horseback before immediately ordering several companies to penetrate deep into villages and launch a full-scale invasion.

Kate entrusted the heavily fortified cities to the Third Division. While the cities were important, he needed complete conquest, and the first step was to destroy all the previous political structures in the Eastern Territory.

The sooner we take over the Eastern Territory, the sooner the Second Division can use it as a springboard to pledge allegiance to the young lady and attack the Central District and the Southern Duchy.

Aerion led his company off, and along with them, the young lady's personal guards also broke away from the main force.

Because the young lady was not around, no one could give orders regarding intelligence, and no one knew what they were supposed to do.

Kate was used to this; he could roughly guess the purpose of these elite bandits. Those nobles fleeing with their families had better pray they didn't run into them.

Bathed in the long-awaited sunshine, Erion's company walked across the lush green grassland, their leisurely pace as if they were on a vacation.

The new recruits would occasionally complain about the boring time in the army. They wanted to fight a great battle that would go down in history, but all they did every day was march and march.

The veterans in the group smiled without saying a word. These naive young men had no idea just how terrifying the enemy they were about to face would be.

As dusk fell, the company successfully arrived at a beautiful little village, where they were fortunate enough to encounter the Baron and his family from the manor.

"Sir, we are good people!" The middle-aged, pot-bellied baron knelt on the carpet, crying his heart out.

Arian, who had picked up a skull-shaped wine glass, nodded. "Ah, yes, you are all very kind people. Killing civilians is not a crime."

He crushed the wine glass into powder, waved for the recruits to see blood, and then went into a basement in the manor.

The blood-stained stairs, exuding the faint fragrance of violets, masked the unspeakable stench of sin.

The soldiers in the basement narrowed their eyes, staring incredulously at the humanoid creature in the cell—if it could still be called human…

"What, you're not going to give them a quick death? Are you planning to take them home to comfort them?"

What horrified the soldiers even more was that their company commander actually laughed during this situation.

Eryon drew his dagger, pushed open the cell door, and went inside. He then precisely killed the group of humanoid creatures, each less than a meter tall and with mutilated, twisted bodies.

One by one, hearts stopped beating, ending it all. As Ereon wiped the blood from his knife, he explained to the soldiers.

"The human body is amazing, isn't it? It can be easily molded into many freaks that can eat and play."

"Ugh!" Finally, one of the soldiers couldn't take it anymore and leaned against the wall, vomiting all over the ground.

Eryon, who had sheathed his sword, immediately changed his expression and solemnly rebuked, "Suffering has no end, soldiers. Remember your duty. You don't need to save anything; what you need to do is punish the evil in this world."

"Don't let morality hold you back, don't let the law mislead you. This world only believes in strength, and only strength can achieve greatness."

As Arian strode away, the soldiers realized that they knew nothing about their company commander and had never heard him talk about his past.

The next day, no time was spent governing the village, since the task assigned by the commander was to eliminate the noble forces to prevent them from uniting and creating chaos in the rear.

The mutilated bodies were handed over to the villagers to claim themselves, and amidst heart-wrenching cries, the company continued its journey.

A few days later, they encountered a military nobleman who was on his way to support the city in a village by the lake.

Even after the company was reinforced with new recruits, it still only had 320 men. This was unavoidable, as Erión's company was mainly responsible for supporting the heavy infantry's charge in the mission allocation.

In order to ensure mobility on the battlefield, soldiers often only wear light armor.

Just outside the village, before the military aristocracy had even had a chance to realize their grand ambitions, they encountered the most elite field infantry of the era.

With 300 people against 1,500, there was no suspense whatsoever.

In a single charge, the military nobleman, who had barely uttered a few words, was riddled with countless holes, his face contorted with terror until his death.

The soldiers hadn't encountered such a brave enemy in a long time; even if they were just passing by, they would poke them with their guns as a sign of respect.

Erión spent a considerable amount of time pursuing the scattered enemy troops. He couldn't let these scoundrels, who were usually accomplices to evil, get away with it, because if left unchecked, several bandit groups would rise up around the village.

What's remarkable is that after this battle, the company actually captured nearly seventy warhorses. Calling them warhorses is a bit of an exaggeration, but they were perfect for making carriages.

Five wagons were filled with food and other supplies, and the remaining wagons were used by soldiers to take turns resting, thus increasing the company's marching speed.

After nearly a month of sweeping, Arian felt he was becoming more and more like a wealthy landlord, and the troops were getting richer and richer with each battle. Bags of food were piled up so high that they couldn't be contained. Even though the soldiers were marching every day, they were visibly getting much rounder.

It wasn't until Aerion received the order to assemble, and until the young lady's personal guards, leading dozens of luxurious carriages laden with gold and silver, swept past them like the wind.

With his ostentatious display of wealth shattered, Ariel finally realized the injustices of the world.

The entire Eastern Territory has now become the Northern Army's backyard. Resistance is futile. Without the Duke in charge, the Eastern Army is just a disorganized mess. When the Northern Army's three sharp blades fall, the inheritances of those ancient families will all become nothing but smoke and clouds.

Upon arriving in the Earldom of Eris, the current Earl of Eris had not abandoned his loyalty to Dale. So when the Second Division's army approached the city, he jumped off the city wall and miraculously survived.

Kate couldn't help but applaud his antics. After years of fighting in the north and south, this was an eye-opener for him. When he noticed that Eris could still move, he was so angry that he laughed.

The defenders on the city wall, who were already planning to surrender, were watching helplessly. He couldn't very well send soldiers up to finish them off.

Kate, who sent a military doctor to treat him, strongly suspected that this was a scheme by Eris to save his own life.

As Kate entered the city lord's mansion, a beautiful figure carrying a suitcase passed by him. Before leaving, the woman glared at him fiercely, looking quite adorable.

Kate chuckled as she touched her nose, surprised that there was a second trap involving her beauty.