After I died, my personal maid rebelled.

Dark clouds pressed low over the sky, and the distant mountains cast a shadow. The lingering darkness resembled clouds and mist, and the bleak autumn wind razor-scraped away the warmth from our faces.

In the damp south, the chill seeped into the bones, the wind howled, echoing with the sound of muffled thunder, and a broken flag fell from the moss-covered city wall, extinguishing a moment of tranquility.

The fine, icicle-like rain fell into the dark green forest, dispelling the noise and soothing the hearts of every soldier on guard.

On October 7, the Northern Army, having received the news, launched a sudden attack, having lost their usual restraint.

On October 8th, the three cities fell one after another. The dying screams of the noble lords heralded the beginning of despair. The corpses of the rebels were thrown into the river and washed away southward.

"Merciful goddess, it's raining in the City of Withered Glory..."

The nun's prayer sounded like a lament as she looked back at the chaotic city, the crowds of refugees gradually receding into the distance. Facing the drizzle, the nun stopped praying and had the last few boxes of holy water taken to the city walls.

Everyone knew they couldn't hold onto the city.

Four kilometers away, the iron-willed army of the north was advancing silently and in perfect formation, its scattered light cavalry resembling a giant, moving spider web, probing every move of this land.

The chaplains accompanying the army, or the battle nuns, had bright eyes filled with rage, and the raindrops turned into a menacing white mist before they fell on their bodies.

She wore lightweight armor in a distinctly papal style, with patterns of salvation and death inscribed on the armor, and a halo of interwoven emerald green and jet black representing her remote anchoring with the saint.

Without a doubt, the arrival of the Battle Nun was solely to deliver the Holy Maiden's retribution.

"The high and mighty false gods have fooled the Papacy! Our brothers and sisters have fallen into depravity through lies! Bear witness, warriors of the North, when the banner of liberty and equality rises, we are no longer lost sheep of false gods! We are no longer prodigal sons of false gods who have sinned!"

"Sound the trumpet of destruction for the stubborn and deluded, bring the northern winds and flames to the false judges, for there is no salvation in heaven! The world will burn!"

The nun's resounding declaration reached its climax the moment the paladin accelerated his charge.

The earth trembled, and a thunderclap ripped through the rain. The defenders standing on the city wall could only see a dark fog blowing from the north.

Closer, the footsteps of war are drawing near... They finally saw the religious emblems on the cavalry armor, symbols of loyalty and purity, and a mournful cry echoed through the sky.

Clang! Clang! Clang! The bells of doom rang out urgently.

"Paladin!!! Watch out!!!"

Before the words were even finished, countless magic arrays lit up the dark earth, and the dazzling magical light obscured the sky. Finally, it landed on the city wall, exploding into patches of blood and wails.

"Fire arrows! Fire arrows! The siege troops are coming!"

The nuns guarding the city issued orders while pouring holy water into the wounded soldiers. Sparse arrows were thrown out, and at the same time, more and more wounded soldiers roared as they stood up. Their wounds healed rapidly, their bodies emitted a deep green mist, and their eyes turned bloodshot.

The sound of prayers flowed gently, and just as the situation on the city wall stabilized, a siege ladder equipped with a large iron hook suddenly smashed through the wall. Ereon, holding a long spear, leaped out, and a wave of undying magic erupted, engulfing the entire city wall.

puff!puff!

Death descended, devouring vibrant lives. Shattered flesh and entrails flew up and down, and severed limbs slammed onto steel helmets. The swordsmen and shieldmen climbing the ladder were stunned for a moment, then quickly increased their speed of attack.

Ereon swiftly expanded his territory, black and green intertwining and splashing in the air. His spear pierced his chest, and an unstoppable force tore a large hole in his back, spewing out limp organs.

Blood gushed from the corner of the guard's mouth, affected by the holy water. His swollen arms gripped the spear shaft tightly. Before Erian could react, another guard pounced, bared his sharp teeth, and snapped his sturdy spear made of elven wood in half with a snap.

Slightly surprised, Eryon quickly retreated. The swordsmen and paladins had already rushed onto the city wall, and the two groups quickly charged out from Eryon's side, unleashing an endless slaughter like dragons.

"Don't engage them in prolonged combat, use Molotov cocktails!"

Upon hearing Ereon's order, the swordsmen immediately handed over the battle line to the powerful paladins, breaking through in groups of three and throwing out Molotov cocktails.

The corrosive flames surged and exploded, and the gale carried black smoke. The carbon-based creatures were ultimately unable to resist the scorching flames, and the defenders' line of defense was instantly reduced to ashes.

Seeing this, the nun, wanting to fight to the death, took out the holy water potion. However, before she could even open the bottle, Eryon, charging forward with lightning speed, swiftly severed her arm and then turned to plunge his sword into her throat, ending the nun's life.

Five minutes later, the city gates burst open, and Kate, riding into the city, gazed at the flames engulfing the city and raised his hand to give the order for a general attack.

The Savior Saintess—this was the name forced out of the villagers.

The illusion potion, known as holy water by the villagers, is addictive and can induce intense hallucinations. Some versions can even directly alter the human body...

After reviewing the information, Dane pondered for a long time before mentioning someone—Isolde. The miracle girl from back then, who could manipulate multiple miniature magic circles to produce holy water that could cure all diseases.

During the second siege of the royal city, Paul disrupted the coronation ceremony of the saintess of Isolde, after which the saintess disappeared.

Having locked onto the target, Kate ordered the light cavalry to rush to the Ice City to consult Duke Oswald's opinion.

However, Duke Oswald and Saintess Jane were already on their way to Starfall City. After consulting with Eleanor, Luna, who was in charge of the administration, gave Kate only one order.

"Since they want war, then let them have war."

Along with the order came Sister Arabella, the successor personally groomed by Janet.

Arabella, nearing thirty, was a nun unable to use healing magic. That year, a plague raged, and having witnessed hell on earth, Arabella's devotion to the goddess shattered after months of prayer.

She tried to seek help from the witch of nature, hoping to find a way to fight the plague.

However, before she could achieve any results, news that Sister Jane had developed a cure for the plague spread throughout the entire kingdom.

Feeling ashamed, Arabella resolved to go to the Royal City's Papacy to confess her wavering heart, and unsurprisingly, she encountered the outbreak of the Blood-Clad Saintess incident...

The world must have done something wrong, and we must correct that mistake!

With this thought in mind, Arabella, who had crawled out of a pile of corpses, found Janet of the Northern Territory.

The Central District was littered with corpses, while the Northern Territory was thriving. Arabella believed she had found the answer, so she stayed by Janice's side to hone her combat skills, and Janice taught her everything she knew.

Now, the time has finally come for her to unsheathe her sharp sword.

"Why did the troops halt their attack, Commander Kate? I ask you, why did the troops halt their attack?"

Kate, who was taking shelter from the rain under the eaves of a building, was smoking a cigarette. He first looked around suspiciously. It was clear that the Northern Army had completely taken control of the city. Then he nodded with satisfaction and met Arabella's heavy gaze.

Kate exhaled a puff of smoke and shrugged. "High Sister Arabella, as you can see, we have won the battle."

The nun flicked the cigarette from Kate's mouth and roared, "This is not a victory! The enemy is still hiding among the common people, and you've only executed nobles! The soldiers must continue their operation; we must eliminate all hidden heretics!"

Here we go again. Kate covered her face in anguish, her hand slowly pulling down as she forced a smile.

"High Sister, according to Northern Law and Catholic doctrine, we can only eliminate civilians who have actually engaged in hostile acts, not punish them simply because they believe in Goddess."

"You've added another charge to your list, Commander Kate."

Arabella's eyes, bright as morning light, lost their rage. "I will report your crimes to the young lady and Lady Jane. If these cities rebel in the future, you will cut off your own head and apologize to the Duke."