After I died, my personal maid rebelled.

Aren't the first two saintesses enough for them to remember fondly?

Saintess Maria nearly destroyed the royal city, while Saintess Jenny was a high-ranking leader in the Northern Army, a figure akin to a chief priest in the army, and she was involved in several large-scale battles.

"There's a story behind the position of Saintess."

Nicole rested her chin on her hands, as if she were talking about something very important. Compared to the methods of the first two saintesses, little Isolde's little inhuman tricks were really nothing special.

"Maria in blood-stained clothes, Jenny with fluttering battle flags, hahaha."

Lucas, who had just sat down, cast a helpless glance at him. "Can't you be a little more discreet, you incarnation of the curse? Be mindful of the people around you, or you'll be recognized."

After waiting for about half an hour, most of the guests had arrived. There were not many people at Lucas's table, except for a young man wearing sunglasses and gorgeous clothes who was accompanied by his female companions. He slowly sat down next to Nicole.

The celebration officially began, and the scene immediately fell silent upon the appearance of the "Archbishop".

"Friends, since the last saintess became a rebel in the north, our kingdom must choose a new saintess to guide us on the path of the gods."

"Piety is the guiding light in the hearts of the people..."

Lucas picked at his ear. The speech was so long and tedious; he didn't know how they could even listen to it.

Lucas clapped along with everyone else, then noticed the silence around him and turned to look.

Nicole had her head down, her expression one of unprecedented fear, while the man sitting next to her had pulled down his sunglasses and was staring intently at her every move with sharp eyes.

The man spoke softly, his voice cutting through the noise and reaching Lucas's ears.

"Miss Nicole, would you mind telling me where the Great Sage is? Or tell me where Princess Diana is hiding?"

Lucas's mouth dropped open. He recognized the other party almost instantly: Paladin Commander Paul! The sharpest sword in Duke Oswald's hand, which had defeated the apostles, including Sophia, several times in direct combat.

His pupils trembled violently; Lucas couldn't understand why Paul was here!

Another round of enthusiastic applause rang out, and Isolde, dressed in her saintly robes, stepped onto her stage, giving Lucas a sweet smile.

Little did they know, judgment had already arrived.

With a ripping sound, Lucas's attention was drawn again to the woman who had torn open her clothes and taken out the long sword sewn under her heavy skirt.

Lucas then realized that the woman was actually a man?!

Paul's fingers were already on the hilt of the sword, and a faint red light appeared, a light so dangerous that the heat emanating from it made Lucas begin to breathe rapidly. And...

Apart from him, no one else in the banquet hall noticed anything amiss.

Nicole, gritting her teeth, slowly raised her head but still didn't speak. Although she was the embodiment of the curse, her body was now empty, without any power to resist.

Because if she tries to gain power, she will unleash a massacre.

"Oh, by the way, have you seen Annie's glass coffin? It's beautifully crafted and kept in the basement of our ducal mansion. Every time I go to the wine cellar, I see her lying there."

"Before she died, she asked us to tell you something: 'You are not alone, Nicole.'"

"You two should be good friends, so are you feeling lonely right now, Miss Nicole?"

With a sharp crack, Nicole suddenly stood up, slammed her hand on the table, and revealed her bony hand beneath the leather sheath.

"Why? Why are you treating her like this? She's not some spoils for you to admire!"

The sudden conflict drew everyone's attention, and as gazes turned toward them, even Isolde noticed something was amiss.

"Luca..."

Boom!!!

The tremor from the ground caused the entire Vatican to shake violently, followed by terrified screams. Paul had already drawn his sword, and with a rapid flash of red light, he precisely stabbed it into Nicole's neck.

"Cough cough!" Nicole gripped the sword tightly, her fingers were even carbonizing, and she could even hear the sound of blood sliding down her esophagus and into her stomach.

"Get out of here, Pete, find somewhere safe!"

The battle suddenly broke out. Upon hearing Paul's words, Pete quickly took off her skirt and rushed into the chaotic crowd. Before Lucas could react, a spray of blood suddenly filled his entire field of vision. Along with the holy singing and the people kneeling in prayer, the blood-soaked Nicole instantly released boundless power.

The blade emerged from the blood mist, followed by a complete reversal of the world. Isolde, who had rushed off the podium, grabbed Lucas, who was being pulled into the air. The two of them fell to the ground in a sorry state, while Nicole's words, as swift as the wind, exploded in their ears.

"Lucas, take her away! This is your last chance!"

Blood rained down from the sky, and countless people who were pulled into the air turned into pieces of limbs and severed bodies, which fell to the ground around the Vatican with a thud.

Countless devout heads surrounded Nicole, who had become a blood-soaked figure, as a continuous stream of life force poured into her cursed body, simultaneously engulfing her soul.

"Humans prayed to the goddess, and humanity will forever prostrate itself at her feet!"

Her words were like a judgment. Nicole, suspended in mid-air, extended two crossed fingers and then swung them out with a loud clang, as if countless locusts were swarming around them. The survivors were horrified to find that gaps were rapidly appearing on the surface around them.

When the first human knelt down in pain and wailing, the fallen divine words transformed into a three-thousand-foot-long red light that devoured the sky, forcefully ushering in the great war.

The Archbishop, ravaging insane ways, crawled past Lucas, now reverting to a walking corpse. Explosions surged forth, layer upon layer, as if to tear the entire world apart.

Lucas glanced back at Nicole one last time. This older sister figure ultimately gave the two of them their final gift: freedom.

"Where are we going, Lucas, Nicole, she..." Isolde was in a daze. She still didn't understand what had happened.

"Come with me this time, Isolde. We don't need to say goodbye again." Lucas opened his eyes again and pulled Isolde southward.

The north wind blew her carefully braided hair away, and blood stained her noble saintly robes. The only warmth Isolde could feel was from Lucas holding her hand tightly.

Stepping over countless severed limbs and cries of agony, a giant python made of chains crashed open the city gate, bringing the carnage into the high walls.

A giant eye appeared in the sky, but paid no attention to the two fleeing ants. A ethereal finger emerged from the sky, and a tall figure standing on the giant python responded in kind.

One second, two seconds, space momentarily ruptured, and a destructive storm instantly swallowed the entire royal city, even throwing those two tiny ants into the air.

"What's going on! What are those hundreds of thousands of troops outside the city doing? Why didn't they stop him?!"

Falkov, the commander-in-chief of the royal army, crawled out of the collapsed tent in the military camp in a disheveled state, and looked incredulously at the monster from the north rampaging through the streets that symbolized royal power.

"Reporting to the Marshal! We've blocked the road, but, but..."

Falkov grabbed the trembling messenger, his eyes bloodshot, and roared, "But what?!"

"We can't stop Duke Oswald, Marshal. He stormed in all by himself, and none of us are a match for him."

"A bunch of useless trash."

Tears of disgust dripped onto his arm, hotter than rain, and so hot that they drove Falkov mad.

He gritted his teeth and straightened the messenger's body, each word seeming to be squeezed out of his throat, filled with suppressed anger.

"Go, inform Guild Master Claude and have him send out all his adventurers. He must, absolutely must, kill Oswald."

"go!!"

"Yes, Marshal!"

The messenger scrambled toward the chaotic street, but just minutes later, an arm fell from the sky and pierced his head, making everyone watching him twitch.

Because that fool, in his panic, stumbled into another battlefield—the battlefield belonging to the Papacy.