After I died, my personal maid rebelled.

Tentacles crawled up Elene's waist, but Elene dared not move.

Under the dual resonance of the immortal magic, the two souls showed an extremely high degree of compatibility, and Oswald's blood also stopped, until his breathing and heartbeat also stopped.

[Three, two, one]

After the system issued a warning, an extremely terrifying force shot straight into the sky, tearing the entire tent to shreds.

The documents fluttered in the wind, and the natural forces residing within Oswald's body also created terrifying celestial phenomena amidst the gale and thunder.

With a crack, dark clouds rolled in, and a tree-shaped bolt of lightning shot across the sky amidst the starry river.

Like a typhoon passing through, the rain poured down, instantly soaking Elena to the bone.

Even her red hair had dimmed, clinging tightly to her forehead. Alene, whose body was ice-cold, clearly felt the strangeness in her body—the power entrusted to her by Oswald.

In the pouring rain, the soldiers who rushed over saw this absurd scene and remained silent.

For a fleeting moment, Elena seemed to see the boy standing before the tombstone again; the rain of that night seemed to never cease in her heart.

The moment she successfully became immortal, all the tentacles wrapped around Elene's slender waist shattered, and an extremely oppressive aura, like a thunderstorm, was right before her eyes.

Even though the Duke had not yet awakened, Elena could feel an aura from him that was comparable to the apocalypse of hell.

And this is far from the end; the Duke's power continues to rise!

Boxes of medicine continuously alleviated Elene's injuries, but no one is made of iron. If it weren't for the soul bond between the two, the wind elemental energy surging through her body alone would have been enough to tear her to shreds.

[Keep it up, you did a great job. Now try to reverse the direction of the immortal magic, drawing it from his body into the magic crystal in your left hand.]

The system, which was also extremely tense, managed to use the gentlest tone it had ever used in its life.

Upon detecting the remnants of lustful power, and adhering to the principle of using whatever is available, the corrupting power residing in Oswald's wrist was directly mobilized to eliminate Slaanesh.

A ball of eerie green flame rose from the Duke's body, leaving the onlookers stunned.

It was both wind and rain; both immortality and flame.

Lady Elene, we only have one duke, please don't break him, be a little gentle...

The subsequent process went much more smoothly than the system had imagined. Elena extracted the immortal magic into the magic crystal in her hand in almost no time.

At the same time, various natural forces were reinfused into Oswald's body. The illusory alternation of energy and matter, under the blessing of the natural elements in the Primordial Light Space, quickly transformed him from an immortal being.

Feeling her blood flowing again, Elena breathed a sigh of relief, and her tense nerves relaxed.

The system naturally didn't need Elena's involvement in the final stages, since it involved the soul level.

Just as Elena withdrew her hand, before she could even check her injuries, the magic crystal in her left hand vanished from the spot.

Ok? ? ?

Elena turned her palm over and over, just as she was about to check if it had fallen to the ground, the magic crystal reappeared, quietly floating in her palm.

After remaining silent for a while, Elena, confirming that her vision was not blurred due to fatigue, tried to focus her consciousness and stared intently at the slowly moving magic crystal sinking into her body.

She stretched out her left hand, opened her palm, and a magic crystal appeared instantly, spinning and releasing immortal magic.

What should I do if I accidentally absorbed my husband's magic crystal? I need help urgently.

"Bring a stretcher and move His Excellency the Duke to a clean tent."

After retrieving the magic crystal, Elene turned to the still-stiff knight and gave him orders, while she herself began to gather the important documents scattered around.

Things are going to get busy from here on out...

After the magic crystal became part of her body, Eline's meridians, which had been damaged by the magic of immortality, suddenly felt less painful.

The immortal magic flowed slowly, and it was the first time she had ever felt such a clear power.

The Northern Territory's impression of Elene was limited to her powerful physique and extremely fast swordsmanship. In fact, even Elene herself couldn't explain what her abilities were.

There is no magic, no nature, and no divine power; there is only a body that grows stronger with training, and a world that moves slower and slower.

But there's no use in thinking too much, since she's a civil servant.

Entering the tents that the soldiers had rebuilt, Elene changed her clothes with Leia's help. Only then did Leia see the distinct lines of erosion hidden beneath her skin.

"Does it hurt, Lady Elene?"

"Physical pain is always temporary, Rhea." After buttoning up her clothes and covering her slender figure with her white lining, Eline's eyes remained indifferent.

"Pain is just a feeling to protect oneself. It is said that some people will not feel any pain even if their bones are broken, and such people are most likely to be near death."

Having learned a great deal of interesting knowledge from Oswald's memories, Elinne has gained a new understanding of the world she lives in.

She put on her coat, a thin belt accentuating her curves, and sat by the charcoal fire, pinning her hair up with a pen, listening to the rain outside the tent gradually subside.

She raised her eyes, her expression suddenly brightening, so much so that her smile took on a warm glow in the firelight.

"This should be the last rain of the year, Leia. Winter is coming."

……

He leaves the world behind, not caring whether those around him feel the same way. If Lucas had a glass of wine in his hand, he would only toast that pathetic freedom.

A wrong choice, choices are always wrong, after all, he has no power to change them.

After escaping the royal city, the two headed south, and Isolde's illness worsened day by day.

Her pale skin was devoid of any color; Isolde could no longer escape, nor did she want to.

Even though the world is vast and boundless, they have no real place to stay. When the freedom called escape led them to a small village, Isolde stopped on her own.

"I wanted to be even happier."

The illness made her feel cold all over and her mind became tired. Isolde knew her physical condition well. Doctors had predicted that she would not live to adulthood. It was the miracle of the goddess that saved her life.

"Let me sleep for a while, Lucas, just a little while."

Lucas, silent and carrying the unconscious girl, sought shelter in a villager's home. They had escaped the war, but the villagers had no other choice.

The young men had long been taken to the battlefield, and the noble conscripts ordered them to repay the kingdom's favor. Although these peasants did not even know the king's name, they seemed to have an inescapable responsibility for the rise and fall of the nation.