After I died, my personal maid rebelled.

As the ancients said, "A spring rain brings warmth." When the light drizzle began to fall, the monsters no longer dared to roam around the palace, and the soldiers stationed there were given a period of rest.

A group of young men in their early twenties stood together in the lakeside pavilion like a flock of quiet ducks, each craning their necks and gazing intently at the raindrops falling onto the lake's surface, creating tiny ripples.

The incident began when a battalion commander inadvertently stumbled upon a file folder containing records of the king's daily routine, which detailed Frank's daily schedule.

Soon enough, the soldiers stopped caring about the life of a young master and all expressed their desire to experience what it's like to be a king.

"Squad leader, what's so interesting about this dilapidated artificial lake?"

The young soldier, a cigarette dangling from his lips, rubbed his stiff neck. He'd only come for the fun of it; there'd been a major reshuffle in the unit recently, many of his comrades had been selected for the front lines, and he'd volunteered, only to fail even the first round of selection…

Outside the palace, a fierce battle raged. Every night, the sounds of fighting resembled demons and angels locked in an endless purgatory. Lady Elene launched numerous attacks, her long, crimson hair now stained black with blood, like an unyielding pool of ink.

He could only stay here and watch the rain with his class monitor.

He was bored, extremely bored, and he really wanted to know what the four-meter-tall monster looked like.

"A broken lake? What do you know? This lake has a history of over a thousand years, do you understand? Countless days and nights..."

The bookish sergeant began to display his cultural knowledge again, while the young soldier looked helpless. He thought that instead of reading those strange books, the sergeant should train himself to become a big, strong guy! And then lead them through Lady Eleanor's selection.

Besides, what's the use of a thousand years? The big lake in front of Iron Lake City is probably a hundred thousand years old, and the scenery is even better. Their soldiers can also rent boats for free.

Boating is much more interesting than just watching.

The spring rain fell softly, like a deep sorrow. The young soldiers had already begun to miss the days when Lady Jenny was there. Back then, everyone had a ring on their head, and it felt like they possessed endless, vigorous power.

From the royal city to the Eastern Territory, and then from the Eastern Territory to the Elven Kingdom, with each strike a swift and decisive blow, they fought their way through the undead and the demons until complete victory was achieved.

Sigh, as a soldier of the 1st Regiment of the 2nd Division, shouldn't he be an elite soldier? How come he doesn't even have the qualifications to go to the battlefield now?

After seeing the lake, the class monitor took him to the palace library, saying he would teach him to read and write. There were quite a few bookworms around, just like the class monitor, all quietly reading.

The serious cultural atmosphere made the young soldier restless. He had hardly studied, but he could recite the military regulations by heart. It didn't matter that he couldn't read; he could just follow the squad leader's instructions a few times and he would know them.

"You have a talent for reading, so we should also respond to the Duke's call to read more books and learn more culture. Even if we are not as physically fit as others, we can still arm ourselves with knowledge."

"Come on, let's sit in the corner. I'll teach you to recognize the words in the military regulations first."

Seeing his squad leader's enthusiastic expression, the young soldier, scratching his head, couldn't bring himself to refuse and had no choice but to reluctantly agree.

Time passed by, and the young soldier, feeling like each day was an eternity, silently read a certain military regulation and wrote it down again and again. The crooked and messy characters pieced together looked like a ghostly scribbling.

The young soldier's hand was sore from writing; the small pen was harder to hold than a long spear. He looked up and saw the messenger quickly approaching them.

The messenger surveyed the surroundings, then whispered in his ear, "Squad leader, His Majesty the Duke has ordered the entire army to rest for two days. Our battalion will be on guard duty at the passageway and the palace tomorrow night."

"Is the situation at the front going badly?" The squad leader frowned, a terrible thought creeping into his mind.

The well-informed messenger lowered his voice again, "No, there must be a new plan. I heard that Lady Jane has awakened and is on her way south."

"OK!"

The young soldier clapped enthusiastically, then lowered his head in shame under the disapproving gazes of those around him.

The corners of his mouth, hidden behind the letter, turned up high. The logic of Lady Jenny being equivalent to a large-scale military operation, or a general offensive, formed in his mind.

The war is finally about to undergo some changes.

The rain didn't stop, and the wind swirled gently under the night sky. Young soldiers, wrapped tightly in their clothes, stood guard in front of the passage, the tarpaulins above their heads sloshing as the rainwater saturated.

The soldier warmed his hands in front of the stove, then rubbed his ears and pulled a crumpled cigarette from his pocket and lit it.

As the smoke billowed out, a beautiful figure walked into the passageway and opened her umbrella with a snap.

"Jane... Lady Jane!"

The young soldier hurriedly stood at attention and saluted, only noticing the cigarette in his mouth after his eyes were stung by the smoke, and then hastily took it off.

"It's alright, you must be tired from the night shift."

Jenny returned the greeting calmly, and only then did the young soldier notice that Lady Jenny had come alone.

"Where does His Highness the Duke reside?" Jenny slowly turned her umbrella, her emerald eyes reflecting the dim firelight.

"Huh?" The young soldier was stunned. Going to see the Duke so late at night seemed against the rules, didn't it?

There were indeed some strange rumors circulating in the army, but they weren't entirely unfounded. For example, Lady Eleanor and Lady Jenny had fought several times over the position of Duchess, with Lady Jenny ultimately suffering a regrettable defeat.

Jennifer pursed her lips, not pressing him further, and asked a different question. "Where does Elena sleep?"

"Lady Elene is temporarily residing in the northernmost palace. Under normal circumstances, entry to the third floor is prohibited."

The young soldier, who saluted respectfully, answered in a second without any hesitation.

"Thanks."

Having obtained the information she wanted, Jenny hurried away. Because the broken blade in her heart had not completely healed, she had to clutch her aching chest as she traveled through the night.

The night was quiet, and the patrolling soldiers did not stop Jenny's steps. An unspoken understanding spread throughout the army. Even though they sensed that Lady Jenny's destination was unusual, the soldiers did not ask a single question.

But they all knew that this night would no longer be peaceful.

Finally, they reached the last checkpoint. The palace was just 200 meters away. Just as the dutiful Erian was about to stop the newcomers, Federico, quick-witted and agile, covered their mouths.

Federico held Erian tightly as he tried to break free, then quickly turned his head away after spotting the emerald green figure, pretending he hadn't seen anything.

A frantic Eriol couldn't understand the captain's sigh. To him, even Lady Janice was no match for her...

Federico sighed again, and only after Jenny had walked far away did he turn back and gaze deeply at her retreating figure.

He had seen this situation far too many times. Why were veterans who had survived countless battles, even if their combat abilities had declined significantly due to injuries and illnesses, still more reliable than most new recruits?

Because they have personally experienced death, especially those who have walked through the gates of hell, their minds are clear as if they have been reborn.

Lady Jane is clearly in such a state...