After I died, my personal maid rebelled.

The past is like a beautiful dream.

Thorne especially misses his time at the academy, when he was surrounded by the lively and lovely Lilith, and Princess Diana, who seemed to embody countless beautiful things, noble and charming.

But dreams always end, and Thorne finally understood what it meant to be in hell.

Diana is not a good person, or rather, most of the members of the hero's party are a group of egoists who are good at disguising themselves and have no good qualities.

Lilith only had eyes for Thorne. Although they were husband and wife, Lilith's fanatical worship made him feel both guilty and helpless.

Maria goes without saying; Thorne's opinion of her had long since changed from a saint to a madwoman due to the horrific experience in Redwood Village.

Nicole always wants to demonstrate her value. She is one of the few people in the team who can distinguish right from wrong, but she rarely corrects mistakes, or rather, when she wants to correct them, it is already too late.

Annie is the pioneer of the abstract world, and the only woman that Thorne can't understand. Sometimes when listening to them reminisce about the past, Annie seems to be sulking with someone who doesn't exist.

As for Diana, Thorne has shattered all the illusions about her. Perhaps even Diana herself doesn't know what she really wants, or... where her so-called hatred comes from.

Thorne felt pained, finding it hard to believe that he had ever had marital relationships with them. They clearly loathed each other, yet they managed to live together. If it weren't for their own interests, they probably would have turned against each other long ago.

No, perhaps Thorne should have realized long ago that, apart from Lilith loving Thorne, everyone else, more or less, chose the hero.

"Actually, you don't need to worry too much, Thorne. After all this is over, I will definitely heal you. And Lilith's child is my child. We'll raise her together, okay?"

Meeting Diana's sincere gaze, Thorne instead gave a desolate smile.

That's hilarious. Do you think it's possible that I trust the Duke of Oswald more than you?

Some people may never know what a good person truly is, or what morality truly means. Beauty can be adorned, even redefined; trends can be guided, and right and wrong can be confused; but what about the human heart?

If your heart is dirty, then don't even think about gaining the trust of others!

"Don't you believe me? You have to understand my predicament, Thorne. I didn't kill them. I became the embodiment of the curse under the manipulation of the Great Sage."

Diana looked longingly at Thorne, only to be met with a silent indifference.

The night was still, and the stars in the sky twinkled. Thorne didn't know which star Oswald was on, but he actually wanted Oswald to come back sooner than anyone else.

Thorne's wish was simple.

Let Oswald kill the goddess, kill Diana, and then kill himself; if he could see his daughter one last time before he dies, all the better…

The islanders, each lost in their own thoughts, were completely unaware that an elven sea ship was anchored five nautical miles away in the night.

Standing on the deck, an elven general raised his telescope, carefully examining the mages around the campfire, and that face they could never forget: Princess Diana, the cursed princess! The eternal sinner who slaughtered most of the elven kingdom!

Good, good, good! They originally came here just to investigate why the dragons were making such frequent, pig-like screams, which had scared so many overseas elves into fleeing to the mainland. They never expected to have such an unexpected gain!

"Stay vigilant. We will withdraw overnight and report the situation here to General Serfland. I think our allies in the Northern Territory will be very interested in this news."

The elven general immediately gave the order, and the crew quickly stowed the anchor, hoisted the sails, and disappeared into the night.

On the vast ocean, through the relay of several ships, the intelligence was finally delivered to Serfland's desk within two weeks.

Serfland frowned, looked at it several times, and then gave the order.

"Go and invite Miss Zena here. I need her to go to the Northern Territory."

In mid-July, the forests of the Elven Kingdom were as sweltering as a sauna. Zena, riding a stag, nearly used the Serfland letter to wipe her sweat, looking resentful and resigned.

The members of the elven guard looked at each other in bewilderment, and in the end, they could only pull on the reins and push from behind to speed up the procession.

Zena has been exhausted ever since the great war in the Elf Kingdom ended.

The overseas elves are really something else; they're always in a rush, just like short-lived humans. Serfland is busy rebuilding the country, rebuilding the army, developing agriculture, and cooperating with the Northern Army's Third Division in the Eastern Territory.

In the end, Serfland, after all his fuss, didn't forget to get Zena, who was lying at home, up.

These old elves are all treasures, even though they're not very useful—indeed, not very useful, basically useless. But there's no denying that the old elves have eaten more salt than bread!

The library, which has been passed down for generations in the Elven Kingdom, is gone, the books are gone, but the old folks are still here, and many of them are experts or recorders in their respective fields.

What else is there to say? It is your inescapable duty to carry on the culture of the elves.

Write it down, write down all the knowledge in your mind, even the Burning Technique, the next generation will need it...

The white-haired elf, who had accumulated knowledge over thousands of years and had only compiled a dozen or so books to date, broke his own record of abstaining from pornography for the first time amidst his busy work schedule.

I finally got a business trip job, thinking I could finally get away from my desk and paper, but it turned out to be a whole day's journey.

In the fairy kingdom in July, you have to wipe away sweat after just a few steps, let alone travel.

"Miss Zena, this order is extremely urgent, concerning the safety of the entire world. Please give it your all! Once we reach the border, we can use the Third Division's wagons."

The elven guards were extremely anxious as they looked at Zena, who was lying lifelessly on the deer's back like a puddle of water.

"Why does it have to be me? Can't you all go yourselves?" Zena asked weakly.

"You know, humans often have prejudices against us..." The elven soldier sighed. He came from overseas, and he knew just how rotten the elves on the mainland really were.

But the only people who knew the high-ranking officials of the Northern Territories, besides General Serfland, were this old elves.

"Young elves, you must break down prejudice through your own efforts." Zena turned her head to meet the soldier's gaze, her eyes clear and calm.

"Why don't you tie me to the back of a deer and whip me hard? It doesn't matter, I've always liked being passive."

The elven soldier bit his lip, suppressing his friendly greeting.

And you're talking about breaking down prejudices? Where do you think these prejudices come from?! Can't you please pay attention to your public image, you dragon root comforter!

Enough, enough already! Her name was even given to her by the Duke of the Northern Territory. Does she even know that in human culture, Zena represents a succubus?!

Zena beckoned with her finger, "Come on, let me get excited and feel the passion of you young elves."

"Okay... I'm sorry..."