After I died, my personal maid rebelled.

Tina drew her sword of lust with a sharp edge, and the atmosphere became tense. She shoved the blade into the mouth of the savior saint and slowly rotated it to cut the saint's tongue.

A silent flash of lightning illuminated the dark clouds, and this blasphemous act immediately ignited the fury of the surrounding nuns.

They stepped forward one after another, and the holy light in their hands suddenly shone brightly.

"Enough! Let her go!"

The rapidly vibrating insect wings created a series of ripples in the air. Nicole appeared in front of everyone almost instantly, directly using her arm to deflect Tina's blade.

Tina glanced at Nicole. As the strongest fighter among the goddess faction, she still had to give Nicole face.

Sheathing her sword, Tina gave a cold laugh and handed over the head, warning only, "The goddess doesn't need her consciousness, Nicole. Remember, the work of the savior saint cannot be done wrong in the slightest."

After saying that, Tina turned around, opened her psionic space, and disappeared from the spot in the blink of an eye.

"You don't need to get into a conflict with her, little Isolde." Nicole sighed, gently placing the head into the pile of minced flesh. Vast life magic surged from Nicole's fingertips, quickly repairing Isolde's body.

But her beauty lasted only a moment; her skin quickly dried out, and her hair turned gray.

Isolde, who was like a walking corpse, said bitterly, "Hmph, I'm a dead person anyway, so let whoever wants to do these lousy things do them. I won't obey any of their orders."

"And... big sister, I am not Isolde."

"I know you're not her."

Nicole kicked away the pebbles on the ground and sat down directly on the ditch, smoking a cigarette and letting her long hair fall loose.

The savior lit a cigarette for her, looking like a little follower. Nicole smiled wryly and looked up at the sky, letting the smoke swirl around her fingertips.

Isolde, her lovely little sister, has been freed from the shackles of her soul, for her soul is unimportant; what matters is her body, the body bestowed upon her by the gods.

The current "Isolde" is merely a savior saint who possesses all of Isolde's memories and has been infused with power by the goddess.

From the moment she was born, she knew she was a tool. Perhaps having learned Isolde's carefree nature, the Savior Saint always resisted carrying out her duties, which is why her personality was often in a semi-controlled state.

"Can I see that man?" The savior, now free, seemed somewhat repressed.

"No, little Lucas will go crazy." Nicole gently stroked the savior's face, her life magic constantly repairing her body, not for any other reason than to look at that face a little longer.

The sounds of fighting outside the city gradually subsided, and the Northern Army was retreating in an orderly manner. Nicole exhaled wisps of smoke, neither ordering a pursuit nor arranging the next course of action.

She had long since gotten used to giving up thinking, because her life didn't need to ask what flavor of chocolate it was, since she could smell the stale, dead smell from hundreds of meters away.

Moreover, thinking from the perspective of a goddess is inherently foolish.

The goddess believed that destroying her own creations was a matter of course, just like the powerful oppressing the common people. "You do whatever the master tells you to do, how dare you complain?"

Those are all blessings.

"Don't become Maria, little Isolde."

Nicole threw away her cigarette butt, stood up, and stretched. The goddess's order had been given: they were to speed up their attack, use the savior to corrupt more people, until they breached the Ice City and brought back the goddess's most rebellious daughter—Annie.

Thinking of Annie, Nicole smiled. Misfortune is painful when it happens alone, but it's a bittersweet experience when it happens together. If Nicole's guess is correct, Annie must still be in prison.

……

"In such a vast northern territory, is there really no room for a quiet desk?!"

In the underground prison of Ice City, Annie, whose lights were mercilessly turned off by Jenny, is in a state of impotent rage. In order to simplify her memory, she records everything she might forget with the least amount of information.

Annie, who had written memoir after memoir, suddenly had a flash of inspiration one day and decided to create a text with a higher information density so that the memoirs could be compressed into a single day for reading.

Jenny didn't understand, Jenny was confused, and Jenny thought that Annie had gone crazy from being locked up.

However, what Annie does is not important, nor is her personal opinion; what is important is the research that Jenny is in charge of.

Annie pushed up her glasses, ultimately deciding to swallow her anger. She took out her key from her purse, strode forward, opened the cell door, and angrily addressed Jenny.

"Don't stay too long, I need to be back before dinner."

"Well, right now, no one in the entire Northern Territory lives a more carefree life than you. So, Annie, make fewer demands. I'm busier than you every day."

After Janet finished speaking, she turned around, and the soldiers immediately pushed open the cell door and respectfully escorted Saint Janet out of the underground prison.

Annie, who had been out of prison for a long time, wrapped her clothes tighter around herself. Even though spring had arrived, the weather in the Northern Territory was still a bit cold, not at all like the warm winters and cool summers underground.

She followed closely behind Jenny, watching the various troops coming and going on the street, and couldn't help but feel a little curious.

"Is another war about to break out?"

Jenny stopped and glanced at her indifferently. "It's not that we're going to have to again, it's that we're at war. The demon army in the north is frequently clashing with us. In the south, your good friend Nicole has already slaughtered many villages and is raising a large number of man-eating locusts."

Annie looked sad and sighed heavily, "Nicole must have encountered something bad. Alas, it's a pity I can't be by her side."

After bringing Annie to the medical department, before they changed clothes and entered the laboratory, Jenny stared into her eyes and asked her earnestly.

"To be honest, I'm a little curious. Why is it that the goddess can be at Nicole's beck and call anytime, while you just drift through life and the goddess can't control you? Is it because she doesn't want to?"

The war between the two sides has now officially begun, and Nicole and Diana have resumed their operations, but Annie, who is also an incarnation of the curse, is being ignored.

Annie likely cannot easily control this special power—the soul—or rather, her control over it is limited. In other words, regardless of the circumstances, after her resurrection, Annie will exhibit some characteristics of a cursed incarnation, however subtle.

But the truth is, Annie has no curse properties at all; on the contrary, she has awakened another ability.

"It's a good thing we're not noticed by the goddess. We're all actually pretty miserable because the goddess doesn't even bother to lie to us. She just tells us to die, and we all have to cooperate. Thank goodness for that strange Oswald..."

Annie answered casually, as if she were at home as she entered the laboratory filled with natural totems, and quickly placed her hand on the crystal ball on the table.

With her ability activated, the pool of water opposite the glass instantly turned into a solid block of ice, and the rapidly decreasing temperature in the air caused a layer of ice crystals to form on Jenny's eyelashes.

The results were largely the same as the previous tests, but Jenny was still unconvinced. "You should actually be a ball of fire. Can you find that feeling? That feeling of wanting to burn, to release light and heat."

Upon hearing this, Annie looked helpless, took off her glasses, and wiped away the fog.

"Saintess Jane, your theoretical knowledge should be far richer than mine. In this case, either I haven't undergone a second awakening, or my abilities have been stripped away."

"But speaking of which, I discovered something interesting while organizing my memories just now."

Jenny, who had pulled out a large cable, preparing to give Annie a little thrill, turned around and asked, "What could possibly be interesting to you?"

"In the previous life, after Oswald died, wasn't Luna captured in the royal city? Then, it seems that just before our final battle began, I heard that Luna had escaped from the heavily guarded royal palace dungeon..."