After I died, my personal maid rebelled.

At the end of October, the weather was slightly cold, and news of the northern army's renewed southward advance reached the capital.

The era is crumbling, and the past glories will eventually vanish in nightmares. As the last city gate closes and swallows the sunlight, alarm bells are ringing in everyone's heart.

The royal city was completely sealed off, and all kinds of personnel and supplies were being mobilized frantically. Lucas and others, who had been summoned to the royal city a month ago, had nothing to do and spent their days drinking and playing cards in taverns.

"Are we really just going to ignore that guy?"

Lucas sat against the wall, his fingers gliding across the greasy table as he played a card. He had a cigarette in his mouth and sounded worried, but his face showed no concern.

"More importantly, could you shave your beard? Are all you guys this casual?"

Isolde took over, gathering her cards and tapping the table to indicate that she wouldn't continue.

"No wonder he became an archbishop; even in death, he can still bite others."

Nicole, even more unrestrained than Lucas, holds a bottle of alcohol in one hand and a cigarette in the other, hides her bony hands with leather gloves, and has a messy hairstyle that makes her look like a street thug, having completely abandoned her former rich lady airs.

The three people's words seemed nonsensical, but they were actually talking about the same thing: Princess Diana, who was being tormented day and night by the archbishop's vengeful spirit and was on the verge of madness.

Incidentally, the Great Sage was also helpless against the deformed and mutated Diana, so he simply handed the four-armed princess Diana over to them and then went about his own business.

Three people who had no connection in the past have gradually come together because they are all in the same boat.

The group's name is: Goddess and Her Useless Tool.

Life is full of giving. Nicole thought her own experiences were already incredibly abstract, but she never expected there were experts in this broken camp.

At first, when she met Lucas and Isolde, she thought they were elite apostles of some goddess, or god-worshipping madmen like the Great Sage.

As a result, these two guys were far superior in terms of messing up the mission, and actually managed to ruin the Great Sage's plan to use the demons to distract the northern army in the eastern territory.

The curve has become loyal to the system.

Isolde, the number one tool, was originally just a nun who made a living in the church. Due to a congenital disease, she was not supposed to live past the age of eighteen. However, one day a miracle of the goddess descended upon her, and she came to the royal city in a daze, obeying the orders of the great sage.

Lucas, the second "tool," is a student at World Tree Academy and a hero in the hearts of the people of the royal city. At least everyone believes that he defeated the Cursed Princess. In reality, he has been dragged onto the "tool" chariot in one mission after another.

In other words, just like a winery full of water, in the Goddess Apostle's camp, only the Great Sage is actually doing anything.

All three knew that their sins were too great to turn back; they were traitors to humanity, criminals who would be eliminated sooner or later.

But what else can be done? Apart from Nicole, who still needs to be operated manually, Lucas and Isolde are both tools that can be replaced at any time. It would be good if they could live a few more days.

"I have bad news for you. This time, Duke Oswald is personally leading the army."

Nicole casually tossed out her trump card, startling Lucas so much that he dropped his cigarette. What did that mean? Was the big boss on the other side going all in?!

"The great sage summoned us all to the royal city because..."

"That's right, no matter which path you choose, it's a blind journey." Nicole took a sip of her drink, shook her head, and smiled bitterly. "The blizzard in the north is coming."

For a moment, none of the three knew what to say. Lucas looked at Isolde, only to see her take out two invitations from her pocket and hand them to the two men respectively.

"That 'archbishop' is going to confer the title of saint on me in a week. Remember to come over. I heard there's a banquet where you can eat and drink for free."

Isolde showed no joy at becoming a saintess. At least she knew her own limitations. Compared to the previous two saintesses, she was simply a genius who could create healing halos at the age of fourteen.

Oh, the "saint," she's just moving from one scam to another; anyone who believes her is a fool. Perhaps the only good thing is that she can treat her two good friends to a nice meal.

My condolences.

Nicole patted Isolde's shoulder heavily. Putting everything else aside, Isolde was much more serious about carrying out missions than she and Lucas.

Therefore, it was unavoidable that she would become a large-scale tool.

"That's all for today, I still have to go to the Vatican." Isolde stood up to say goodbye to the two, and before leaving, she didn't forget to give Lucas a word of advice.

"Remember to shave your beard, it looks awful."

After the game ended, Lucas was still clutching the invitation, lost in thought.

"Hey, Lucas."

Nicole exhaled a puff of smoke into Lucas's face, her eyes lowered, and said, "Duke Oswald is here for revenge. The royal city probably can't be defended. If you have the chance, you should seriously consider what I'm telling you."

……

Time slips through our fingers, and the last rain of autumn falls, leaving behind puddles of dirty water on the ancient stone slabs.

Lucas, holding an umbrella, walked alone toward the Vatican.

The streets of the royal city were as bustling as ever, a silent cry for help hidden beneath the surface of daily life.

People ran in the rain, the celebratory flags were soaked and trembled weakly in the cold wind. The coronation ceremony of the new saint was not blessed by the sun and was also shrouded in the shadow of war.

The north wind grew stronger, and Lucas tightened his coat, trying to retain the heat he was losing.

Ahead, a sea of ​​people surged. Standing once again before the familiar Vatican, he remembered his first prayer.

It is to express gratitude, to thank Saint Jane for eradicating the plague.

They overcame the disaster, thinking they had ushered in the dawn of a new life, but in the end they were lost in the sunrise, until even the starlight decided to cross over.

And now, the wretched girl beside him is about to become the new saintess, and she has personally extinguished a flame in the darkness.

Lucas never considered himself particularly special. He did have some talent, but not much. His best future was as a knight among the local nobles.

Coming to the capital to study was also a way to gain a stepping stone for myself.

Then he met Isolde, a strange girl who performed miracles on the streets, like a quack doctor.

The story of how they met, in retrospect, was full of deception and exploitation; it was absolutely awful.

The result of each attempt to distance himself was that he was dragged into darkness by Isol. Lucas did not struggle; he thought that perhaps only in that girl's eyes was he special.

She was afraid of going to hell alone, so he went with her.

"Lucas, over here."

Nicole in the Vatican waved to him, and Lucas snapped out of his daze, quickly handing the invitation to the guard before walking under the eaves to close his umbrella and shake off the raindrops.

In the hastily converted banquet hall, the two were seated far from the main stage, so far that their sacred singing was quickly drowned out by the noise of the crowd outside the Vatican.

Nicole didn't care about any of that. In fact, she was more concerned about how the royal city was operating. A blizzard was just around the corner from the north, yet the residents of the royal city still had the leisure to join in the fun.