After I died, my personal maid rebelled.

The bustling royal city, teeming with traffic, carried a faint, rotten stench. The smell was so familiar that it instantly transported Luna back to her days studying in the royal city many years ago.

If you really think about it, why would a young lady like her, whose family is so destitute, go to the royal city? To put up with those bastards?

Luna sat on the city wall, gazing blankly at the sunset. Suddenly, a thought struck her, and her illusory hand passed through the battlements, rippling as if it were nothing at all.

Something's not right, something's still not right...

After a moment's thought, Luna jumped off the city wall and, as expected, floated in the air.

She sighed silently. Had the law of gravity ceased to exist, or had she transformed into some strange thing? Luna tried to sort out her thoughts, but the fragmented memories could not be pieced together.

She seemed to have arrived in the royal city suddenly, without a beginning or a process, only the result of her appearance in the royal city.

But she clearly remembered that the royal city had been destroyed long ago. This place should be a military fortress, so why are these ordinary people still alive?

Unable to find the answer to her question, Luna could only slowly float onto the street. People around her ignored her, and even a small dog darted around and passed right through her leg.

"Okay, everyone look at me. I have something to announce: I'm an idiot!"

Luna raised her hands and shouted loudly, but the street remained as usual, and amidst the comings and goings of people, not a single gaze lingered on her.

"Damn it, am I already dead?"

Luna lowered her hand, took a big bite, and nodded, receiving no pain response.

Very well, she, a dignified young lady, has inexplicably become a wandering ghost...

Strange memories, a strange self, a sudden wave of loneliness washes over Luna as she sits on the roadside steps, watching the sunlight gradually disappear at the edge of the ancient city wall, casting shadows on family reunions, until the empty streets are filled only with the noise of the tavern.

Luna hugged her knees and hummed a northern folk song to herself, when a luxurious carriage drove past her. The evening breeze lifted the curtains, and the bright lights illuminated Frank's weathered face.

Frank is still alive, and has aged quite a bit, haha.

Luna, suddenly intrigued, stood up and carefully examined the carriage. That old bastard Frank, out at night, he's definitely up to something bad…

Following the carriage were squads of royal guards. Luna stood in the ranks and overheard the conversation of several generals.

"Does Your Majesty still choose to believe the magician? Could we...?"

"Don't act rashly. The Northern Territory is already in chaos. At least for now, we must support the hero in taking control of the Northern Territory. Otherwise, the demon army might come crashing down..."

Northern Territory, the Hero? Wait, what kind of place is this? Why does that idiot Thorne control the Northern Territory?

Luna, finally realizing something was wrong, quickly caught up with the carriage. She swiftly passed through the walls, made several turns, and arrived at the carriage's destination—the Papacy.

Squads of guards parted to make way, and Luna, her curiosity piqued, followed the serious-looking Frank into the Vatican, walking along the spiral staircase into the deepest, darkest part of the Vatican.

The sounds of dripping water in the cell and rats scurrying through the pipes echoed in the empty basement.

Pushing open the door, a pale blue light pierced through the illusion, revealing a huge laboratory before Luna. The mages inside were in a hurry, with no time to bow to their king.

As if he had long been accustomed to the situation here, Frank strode straight to the glass wall that was more than 20 meters wide and more than 3 meters high.

"She's beautiful, isn't she?"

Valesha, who appeared to have grown up, or perhaps not yet fully matured into a young girl, was tall and shapely, wearing a long, flowing robe of a great sorceress draped over her calves. She smiled elegantly, picked up a cup of black tea with her slender fingers, and spoke to Frank while gazing at the creature in the glass.

"How much more torture does she have to endure?" Frank asked coldly, his expression revealing undisguised disgust.

"Your Majesty, this is a study worthy of being recorded in history. The magicians enjoy the gifts of the Goddess of Law, yet they cannot reach the pinnacle of the law..." Valesa was mesmerized, almost pressing her entire body against the glass, and excitedly turned her head to say, "It was only by the goddess's own intervention that Annie's power was successfully erased."

"I thought Annie was the only exception, but I never expected to receive such a huge surprise. Oh, my dear Luna, your power is the key to helping us unlock the future."

Luna, who was looking around, was startled when someone suddenly called her name. However, no one around her looked at her and continued doing what they were doing.

Who? What kind of perverted woman called me "darling"?

Luna, hands on her hips, floated to the glass wall, her angry eyes unconsciously drawn to the light inside.

In the pitch-black environment, it seemed as if breathing flowed, shining with a magnificent galaxy.

Her long, pale blue hair was translucent. The girl slept in the darkness, like the center of the world. Half of her body had transformed into stars, while the other half remained unchanged, connected to one alchemical pipe after another.

Luna was stunned, unable to look away. The creature imprisoned inside—wasn't that herself?

"Continue the vampire ritual, activate the magic circle, and be prepared for a high-energy storm."

Valesha waved her hand and gave the order. The surrounding mages immediately sprang into action, and layer upon layer of magic circles lit up. The starlight inside the glass wall quickly dimmed, leaving only the pulsating alchemical pipes, flashing a terrifying blood red.

The intense pain caused Luna inside the wall to open her eyes and stare directly at the two people in front of her. Frank's fingers trembled as he tried his best to maintain a calm expression.

That feeling is back again, why...?

"You know enough, Your Majesty. We destroyed half of Luna's body beforehand, and are now extracting the power from the other half..."

"She's crying, President." Frank interrupted Valesa, pointing forward, and a single, crystal-clear tear slid down Luna's closed eye.

"She probably realized that her resistance was pointless." Valesa sighed. "If anyone is to blame, it's the goddess of law for choosing her. We worship the goddess of life, and for the sake of our goddess mother, she is a heretic who must be executed."

The pain of destroying something beautiful with one's own hands also lingers in Valesa's heart. She often stares blankly at Luna's broken body, imagining what she would look like when she is in her complete form.

Valissa put down her teacup, bowed to Frank, and turned to check the blood test results.

The alchemical machinery roared, and the archbishop's dying words echoed in Frank's ears. That archbishop who died in his own room, who, even on his deathbed, kept his enemies at bay, and who had survived until Frank's time using rats—what...what did he want to say?

Could it be that I, the king, am truly a doomed monarch?

A feeling of shame spread throughout his body. Yes, Frank had once again chosen to compromise. The Great Sage of Death and Luna in the cage were not as valuable as the Mage Guild could offer him.

The northern territory is already in chaos; that maid ignited a bloody struggle. He cannot allow the capital to descend into further chaos.

Through the glass, Frank placed his palm on it, and Luna opened her eyes again in the darkness, but this time her gaze held a pleading quality.

The two stared at each other for a long time. Frank's heart skipped a beat. Following Luna's gaze, he reached out his finger as if possessed and touched the magic stone that was sealed with a glass cover and maintained the magic circle.

Click!

"Don't touch it!"

Two voices rang out at the same time. Frank snapped out of his daze, quickly withdrew his hand, and found that the magic circle had only trembled a few times before quickly stabilizing.

Inside the glass wall, a gold-plated pipe briefly stopped working, releasing bubbles that flowed into the enclosed space.

"Fortunately..." Valesha breathed a sigh of relief, "The blood-sucking channels will soon be operational again, Your Majesty. You should avoid touching these magic arrays in the future."