After I died, my personal maid rebelled.

"Mommy, Mommy, I just saw the baby! She's so tiny, like a rag doll."

"Mommy, Aunt Elena said her childbirth was very difficult, and she felt like crying from the pain. Did you cry when you gave birth to us?"

In the Duke's office, Luna, dressed in a casual t-shirt, put down her pen and began correcting documents. With a look of satisfaction, she patted the head of Serafina, the daughter of the hero and Lilith. Of course, Adrian, the son of the king and queen, did not escape her clutches either.

Luna raised her head, her expression resolute. "Mommy didn't cry. Mommy gave birth to you all through hard work and sweat."

"Alright, go play with Grandpa Butler. Next time you look after the baby, keep quiet, okay? Don't disturb your Aunt Elena."

After the two little ones had run far away, Luna, who was pretending to be writing furiously, rubbed her forehead and sighed heavily.

These two unlucky kids, if you say they're smart, they never ask about their father; if you say they're stupid, they still haven't discovered that their nominal mother is a young, unmarried woman.

Alas, what a tragedy! The longer the lie is exposed, the greater the pressure Luna feels.

"Young Miss, Miss Zena from the Elf Kingdom has arrived. She says she has important information to tell you," the adjutant reported, knocking on the door.

"Zena? That white-haired elf?"

Luna stood up, walked over, opened the door, and asked, "Where is she now?"

"Minister Evelyn wouldn't allow her to enter, saying she was carrying a lot of deadly germs. Zena has already been taken to the medical department for disinfection by Minister Evelyn."

"Uh, okay, I got it."

Since the last defeat of the Goddess Army's offensive, the Northern Territory has been quiet for a long time. It turns out that those personally chosen by the elder brother generally possess extraordinary talent.

Federico was not only a rare and fierce general, but also an excellent commander through continuous learning and growth.

The northern part of the Central District is now stable, and the military is thriving. The south is peaceful, while Starfall City is frequently harassed by the demon army.

Luna knew what the Demon King was thinking. It was nothing more than his elder brother using demons to create the undead. He had to show his irreconcilable hatred towards the Northern Territory in order to quell the anger of the lower classes.

However, the Demon King could not afford the cost of launching a full-scale attack on Xingluo City. Some obstacles cannot be overcome simply by hard work, just like Gao Huan and Yubi City, and Sun Quan and Hefei City. That is why there is a saying that the right time is not as important as the right place.

In general, the skirmishes in Starfall City were minor, nothing more than you harassing me with mages and me bombarding you with steam cannons. It looked lively, but actually very few people died.

The arrival of the elves made Luna vaguely sense that something was wrong. She didn't think that the members of the Goddess Faction would be so frightened by the incident of her brother swallowing Nicole whole, but the Special Forces couldn't find any trace of the Goddess Faction.

Arriving at the medical department with her adjutant, Zena was immediately confronted by Evelyn, who had stripped her naked and covered in disinfectant powder, and was then sprayed against the wall with a high-pressure water gun.

The adjutant, who refused to look at anything inappropriate, silently turned around, closed the door, and chose to stand guard outside.

After the disinfection process was completed, Zena picked up the high-pressure water gun thoughtfully, only to be mercilessly dragged aside by Luna, who grabbed her pointed ear.

"Alright, alright, it's not easy for you to come all this way. Let's get to the point first. After that, I won't care what you do next."

Luna tossed a white coat to Zena and sighed helplessly.

Elves are the most suspicious allies ever. Don't worry about them betraying you, because the things they do are far more terrifying than betrayal itself.

"The ocean, the archipelago inhabited by dragons, has been the site of sightings of a human magician and the cursed princess Diana," Zena replied casually, biting her lip as she buttoned her clothes.

Luna's eyes sharpened suddenly, then returned to calm after a few seconds. "Ha, what are they doing all that way?"

"Killing dragons, what else could they be doing? Those dragons roar like pigs being slaughtered, scaring the elves from overseas. But I suspect they're going back to their old ways."

The Dragon Clan is the most powerful race in the world, bar none. On average, their individual strength far surpasses that of the four major races. If it weren't for their fear of the Goddess of Life, the Dragon Clan would never have given the four major races the opportunity to occupy the continent.

The dragon race is powerful and united, yet now their own kind has been slaughtered. What are the other dragons doing? If even the elves can get this information, there's no reason why the dragons…

"Another betrayal."

Luna quickly figured out the key to all this: a cursed avatar with the Mage's Guild could indeed kill a number of dragons, but the combined power of the dragons was enough to force the goddess to intervene personally.

With their physical strength, magical proficiency, magical resistance, and flight ability all maxed out, dragons, once forming a force of thousands, would be difficult to stop, let alone a mere mage guild, or even if the entire human nation were to unite its forces.

"The dragon race is finished. A colossal creature died so quietly. I can't even imagine how powerful those traitors were."

The more Luna studied history, the more she discovered that a great nation must possess a great spirit, while the demise of a great nation often occurs in silence.

Only when future generations look back and analyze it deeply will they discover that the pathology beneath the greatness had long since penetrated to the bone marrow.

Yes, Luna called these things morbid.

A country or a race is like a person. People always get sick, age, and experience functional decline, and these differences from health are what constitute illness.

Great spirits can fall ill. Those who betray, though inspired by the same ideas, utterly despise their own kind and their environment. They see outsiders as saviors, considering themselves slaves to them, groveling like dogs devoid of wildness, only capable of fawning...

There is no doubt that these people are sick, and giving them a mental makeover will not make them normal.

In order to cure the disease, the pathological parts need to be cleared away and the overall strength needs to be strengthened, which is a natural choice.

But once the pathology becomes rampant and everyone gets used to it, and the whole system stops reacting to the pathological aspects, then the so-called greatness is nothing more than a rusty, empty shell.

So now, destruction has come. Don't ask where the backbone of the dragon race is. It may have once been a ruler, but in its sickness, it has already put on its own reins and found its master.

"What's next, Luna?" Zena asked curiously. Anyway, Serfland's idea was that if the Northern Territory needed it, they could form a joint fleet with the Third Division of the Eastern Territory to go and defeat these mages.

In land warfare, the elves are indeed far inferior, but when it comes to naval warfare, the overseas elves are all the best sailors.

"What do we do? If we're slow, we'll be slow all the way down. By the time we build our navy and find their trail on the vast ocean, the Goddess Army will have already wiped out the dragons."

Luna couldn't remember how long she had been sighing. "This has nothing to do with you elves. Tell General Serfland to maintain food production and pressure on the southern duchies. We in the northern territories must prepare our dragon-slaying weapons."