After I died, my personal maid rebelled.

"The Northern Army is here!"

"Run! The Northern Army is coming!"

On the vast plains south of the Central District, a cavalry force of several hundred men kicked up billowing dust. The general leading them, holding a spear with a dead man's head on it, dispersed the fleeing civilians on the road and gradually disappeared into the distance.

As the dust settled, Lucas, sitting in the shade of a roadside tree, lifted his hood and silently embarked on his journey, following in the footsteps of the northern cavalry.

The story of the ambitious northern duke killing the king and slaughtering hundreds of thousands of loyal citizens in the capital is just something to hear; don't take it too seriously.

The Northern Army couldn't understand why such a good thing as distributing land, which benefited both the country and the common people, ended up with the oppressors being eliminated and the peasants all fleeing.

But while others might not know, how could Lucas not know? Back then, it was he and Isolde who locked the puppet king in a small room in the palace.

Isolde...

Sadness turned into a blank look in his eyes. The world was still the same world, but Lucas was alone again. He had experienced too many unspeakable stories and did not know where to go or what to do.

Nicole's whereabouts are unknown. Although there is no warrant for her arrest in the Northern Territory, once someone recognizes his face, Lucas will face the cruelest form of torture.

As for the nobles and southern duchies in the southern part of the central region, they are nothing but grasshoppers in autumn, they won't last long.

At the end of August, the weather was still hot. Lucas didn't know how long he had been walking until he emptied his water bottle. He then came to a riverbank, first washing his face thoroughly with the cool river water, and then slowly refilling his water bottle.

"Hmph, those despicable Northern Army, one day I will prove that we have not lost our noble honor."

"hehe."

Lucas laughed as soon as he heard that; he really couldn't help but laugh.

"Who! Who's making fun of me?!"

Many passersby were resting by the river, among them two carriages were parked under the shade of trees to escape the heat, and a blonde lady on one of them was angrily questioning everyone, clearly already embarrassed and angry.

Lucas calmly got up after filling his water bottle, ready to continue his journey.

But the sharp-eyed girl immediately spotted him, drew the sword from the guard beside her, and ran over.

Lucas stopped, frowning. He didn't want to cause any more trouble, but that remark was really funny... What about the honor of the nobility? Do they know how many Imperial Guards and Central Army soldiers the Northern Territory killed when they marched south?

Do you know what a real young lady looks like? The medals on Luna Charles's chest were dug out from mountains of corpses and seas of blood!

As if he had eyes in the back of his head, Lucas easily dodged the girl's supposedly fierce attack, and then strode forward.

The surprised girl shouted angrily, "Stop!"

After saying that, she threw the longsword forcefully, and in a flash, it was bounced back to her feet by Lucas's water jug.

Realizing they had met their match, the guards rushed forward and surrounded the girl, while keeping a close watch on Lucas's next move.

But Lucas didn't turn back, treating it as a farce, and strode away from the riverbank back to the main road.

The Northern Army's recent movements have been strange, as if they are dispersing their forces to search for certain criminals. Lucas speculates that the army will make some big move next, so he needs to hurry up and enter the Southern Duchy.

Lucas had heard that there were human settlements on some islands overseas, but he didn't know if it was true or not. In any case, he had no place to stand in the kingdom, so he could only try his luck overseas.

Not long after they set off, the noblewoman caught up with Lucas in her carriage, still speaking very rudely.

"Hey, are you really that good? You're so hard to beat, huh?"

Lucas walked with his head down, saying calmly, "Compared to ordinary soldiers, I'm alright, but since you want to challenge the Northern Territory, my skills are not worth your attention."

Lucas glanced indifferently at the guards. They were dressed well, but they were no match for the most ordinary soldiers on the northern battlefield.

Those guys are unbeatable by the undead, indestructible by monsters, charging like a tidal wave, fighting like wild beasts.

"Is it really as amazing as you say?" The girl leaning out of the car window had a face that screamed "You're lying," but the more she acted like that, the more Lucas couldn't help but mock her.

"The royal city's military strength is only three thousand, while you nobles have tens of thousands of private armies. Why don't you drive them out?"

The girl fell silent. Lies don't hurt, but the truth is the sharpest knife.

By leaving three thousand soldiers to garrison the royal city, the Duke of Oswald was clearly telling these nobles that the stage was set and anyone who wanted to take the stage was welcome.

But the girl's silence was also the silence of the nobles. In this silence, the northern army, which had divided its forces, was sweeping across the entire south, and those noble heads became the beloved decorations of the northern cavalry.

This is a blatant provocation and insult.

"Would you be willing to teach me swordsmanship? I have an enemy I must defeat." The girl blinked and looked at the high-quality sword at Lucas's waist. She was certain that the person in front of her was one of the strongest in the entire kingdom.

Upon hearing this, Lucas shook his head and sighed, "Who do you want to defeat? Duke Oswald, who single-handedly suppressed the royal city, or Miss Luna, who successively defeated the Southern Army, the Imperial Guard, the Central Army, the Eastern Army, the Undead Legion, and the Demon Army?"

"Is it Lady Eleanor, Saintess Jeanne, or Paladin Paul?"

Regarding the girl's unrealistic fantasies, Lucas could only sigh and say that a newborn calf is not afraid of a tiger. Even Nicole, who had become the embodiment of a curse, was still beaten to a pulp by Duke Oswald...

Sigh, where is my older sister? Don't just leave me all alone without a word.

The string of names made the girl blush. Even if the Northern Territory had already rebelled, and even if the king were still alive, she wouldn't dare to stand and speak to these people.

So she quickly changed the subject, "Where are you going? I'll take you by carriage."

"No need to trouble yourself, I'm going to the Southern Duchy, and it's not on my way."

Faced with Lucas's indifferent reply, the girl's eyes lit up, and she quickly said, "The Southern Duchy is currently under full martial law, and Silver City is heavily guarded. Even if you wanted to go, you couldn't get in."

Lucas stopped, and the girl's carriage also stopped in its tracks.

If this news is confirmed to be true, Lucas will have no choice but to smuggle himself into the Southern Duchy through some desolate mountains and wilderness. And he's not bragging, but his wilderness survival skills are practically zero compared to Isolde's.

More importantly, he is also very prone to getting lost.

"How about this, you be my swordsmanship instructor for four months, and I'll have my father get you a permit to enter the Southern Duchy. How about a fair trade?"

Unable to see the sorrow in Lucas's eyes, the girl smiled expectantly. This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity; she was determined to learn real skills no matter what.

Lucas pondered quietly. Four months could feel long or short, and the Northern Army had no intention of mobilizing a large force to wipe out the Central District in one fell swoop. It would be good for him to find a place to rest, which would also make it easier to find Nicole's whereabouts.

"Don't hesitate, my name is Monet, what's yours?"

"Lucas..."

Just days after Lucas boarded the carriage and leisurely headed towards the Earl's territory with the elated Monet, Erión's cavalry galloped to the walls of Silver City.

The Lord of Silver City dared not be careless and immediately sent someone to retrieve the Duke of Oswald's handwritten letter.

Nobody's a fool. Oswald's goodwill was actually a ploy to target the nobles in the southern part of the central district.

On his return journey, Ereon also received orders from the young lady: the light cavalry and the Second Division were to march south and garrison the royal city, and your unit was to cooperate accordingly.