After I died, my personal maid rebelled.

The streets are so quiet today.

Diana rode in a carriage, escorted by several guards, to the banquet venue. She lifted the curtain and peeked at the deserted streets.

The residents of the Ice City have a very regular schedule, unlike her royal city, where even at midnight, there are people sitting on the roadside having fun.

However, this trip to Ice City also resolved a knot in her heart. Those soldiers weren't really anything to fear; if she just tried to win them over a few more times, she might be able to bring them under her command.

Although Oswald was still somewhat stubborn, at least the people of the Northern Territory accepted her as a princess.

The banquet was held swiftly, and the nobles present were all talented and eloquent. The business deal entrusted to him by his brother was quickly concluded.

Even though Frank repeatedly instructed Diana to inform Duke Oswald before purchasing supplies and to personally deliver the letter he had written to Oswald, it was all in vain.

But Diana didn't take it seriously at all; she had already burned the letter, after all, she had her own arrangements and plans.

It's just a pity that if everyone in this life had memories of their previous life, Oswald's tyranny would have been overthrown very quickly, and that madwoman Elene would never have had a chance to turn things around.

As for Maria's claim that Eleanor might have memories of her past life, Diana found no clue as to it.

In her understanding, if Elena were to be reborn as an ambitious woman, even without cultivating her own confidants, she should use her prophetic abilities to quickly become the mistress of the duke's mansion.

Moreover, Oswald, that man below her, was giving her that kind of look... she had no reason not to take advantage of the situation and climb up the social ladder.

The carriage gradually slowed down and came to a stop in the middle of the street.

"Your Highness, the road ahead seems to be blocked."

"There's no one on the street, how can you block the road?" Diana said impatiently as she got off the carriage, and the coachman quickly opened an umbrella and followed her.

She wanted to see who dared to oppose the kingdom's princess.

The guards, holding torches, flanked Diana and walked to a pile of wooden boxes scattered on the street.

Not far away, melodious music drifted in the light rain. Diana kicked one of the wooden boxes and found that it contained a heavy object.

"It's probably some caravan that lost their goods," the coachman explained.

Diana clicked her tongue. "Whatever it is, hurry up and move all these things away right now! I have a banquet to attend!"

"yes!"

Several imperial guards put down their torches and immediately stepped forward to move the wooden box.

The wooden boxes weren't too heavy, but they seemed to have a strange smell. The soldiers didn't think much of it and moved the boxes to the roadside, clearing the road little by little.

With a thud, perhaps because it was too dark and the rain-soaked road was too slippery, a guard fell to the ground, the wooden box crashed to the ground, and something rolled out.

The thing rolled all the way to Diana's feet, and in the firelight, a distorted, blood-covered head appeared before everyone's eyes.

The coachman trembled in fright, shouting, "Murder! Murder! Protect His Highness!"

"What are you yelling for!" Diana slapped him across the face, leaving the coachman momentarily bewildered.

After all, Diana was a woman who had seen a lot of things, she had survived mountains of corpses and seas of blood... so why would she be afraid of a mere human head?

After scolding the coachman, Diana crouched down and carefully examined the somewhat familiar head, exclaiming with slight surprise, "Baron Ruhr?"

Looking at the pile of wooden boxes ahead, Diana had a vague idea in her mind.

"You guys, open a few more boxes and see if they're all full of dead heads."

Despite their nausea, the guards immediately complied, opening the wooden box and dumping bloodied human heads onto the ground.

Diana raised her torch, preparing to go forward to investigate, when she heard footsteps behind her.

pat, pat.

The Imperial Guards were well-trained and drew their swords to protect the princess. This was no ordinary emergency; a decisive action was necessary.

"Your Highness, do you not like the gifts I prepared for you? If you don't like the nobles of our Northern Territory, please return them to me instead of just throwing them on the ground."

Oswald, holding an umbrella, stopped about ten meters away as if he were just passing by, leisurely observing Diana and her entourage.

The Imperial Guards' expressions changed; the swords in their hands were utterly meaningless to a powerful figure capable of single-handedly defeating the Undying Serpent.

If the Duke so desired, he could wipe them all out as easily as crushing ants.

Diana was far braver than the cowardly soldiers who even tried to pull her back.

She stepped forward, pointed at Oswald, and shouted, "Are you plotting a rebellion, Oswald?!"

"I've said it before, Princess Diana, the word 'treason' will never fall on my head." Oswald walked in step by step, and the guards were on high alert.

Has it finally come to this? Has it really come to this? Is the Duke really going to declare himself king?!

Their instinct was to retreat, as an overwhelming sense of oppression washed over them, but their duty only allowed them to move forward!

They must protect Her Highness!

Sweat poured down faster than rain, and several guards' legs trembled as they took a small step forward.

Oswald? ??

Pushing aside their swords, Oswald sighed, "Stop trembling, make way, go to the side and mentally prepare yourself."

"Yes, yes, Your Grace." This time the guards moved much more swiftly; they neither advanced nor retreated, but instead took a large step to either side.

"What exactly do you want to do?" Diana's face was naturally very unpleasant because her subordinates were so incompetent, but she also knew that if Oswald really wanted to kill her, she wouldn't be alive now.

In their previous life, they had already caused quite a stir in the Northern Territory, and Oswald hadn't done anything to them either.

Oswald said coldly, "I'm not doing anything, I just think Your Highness has gone too far with your nonsense and I want to send you away from the Northern Territory."

"Hmph!" Diana retorted, forcing a smile. "What right do you have to lecture me! You're just a duke, what gives you the right to act so arrogantly in front of me?"

"Besides, your position as duke should have been given to someone else in the first place!"

"yes……"

As Oswald took a step forward, Diana felt an immense force engulf her, and the scenery before her suddenly changed.

The world turned upside down, and the wind howled in her ears. At that moment, the lightning that was being torn down from the sky seemed to be right in front of her. In the blink of an eye, the streets on the ground, centered on her carriage, were densely packed with fully armed soldiers.

In the blink of an eye, Diana felt as if she had traveled through countless mountains and rivers. When she stood on the ground again, she couldn't help but feel a little dazed, as if Oswald in front of her had just taken that step.

Diana, barely regaining her composure, snapped, "You dare lay a hand on me, the princess?"

With a slap, Oswald knocked her to the ground.

As if he had gotten something dirty on his hands, Oswald wiped them and said casually to Diana, who was lying on the ground with an incredulous look on her face.

"Let me tell you, Diana, I don't need anyone's recognition for this title. Even without this title, I am still the lord of the North."

The Imperial Guards quickly looked away, pretending to look at the sky and pretending they hadn't seen anything.

"And I bet you, even if you go crying to Frank to complain, he won't blame me; he'll even apologize to me."

"Since you've degraded yourself into a bargaining chip, there's no need to take yourself too seriously, and nobody treats you like a human being."

Not far away, Elena leaned against the wall, her fingers lightly tapping the hilts of the two swords at her waist. Behind her, the entire Second Regiment had already formed ranks.

The soldiers stood solemnly in the rain, their bearing imposing.

Oswald, not wanting to waste words with Diana, turned and ordered, "Elene, send our bargaining chip princess away."

"yes!"

Elena rose, walked to the front of the army, and said in a concise and powerful tone, "All troops, march forth!"

The army immediately set off, sweeping through the streets from north to south like a torrent. Watching all this silently, Red shed tears of envy and jealousy.

The adults are being far too biased towards Elena. Has she ever led troops? Has she ever fought in a war? Does she even know what an army is?

I... am your most loyal general!

Stunned and speechless, Diana was escorted back into the carriage by the Royal Guard. They were swept away by the army, like a fallen leaf carried by the current.

Oswald knew this was a bad start.

The southern commercial district is close to the central district. The nobles have always been independent. They are too far from Starfall City and too close to the royal city. They have never regarded fighting against the demon army as their due mission.

Even if Ice City falls, they will have plenty of time to escape. They have even already placed half of their wealth in the Central District, ready to break away from the Northern Territory at any time.

Having personally killed so many nobles this time, the southern commercial district is bound to rebel! If they receive the king's help, Oswald will find himself in a situation where he cannot decide how the war begins, let alone how it will unfold.

The entire Northern Territory will be engulfed in war, and if the Demon Army were to launch another large-scale southward invasion at this time, the consequences would be unimaginable.

But the southern commercial district is a rotten piece of flesh on the northern territory, the source of suffering for countless people. No matter how painful it is, he must cut it off.

No matter what king, demon king, or hero, Oswald will crush them all one day.

As July approached, the plague that would sweep across the country was about to arrive, and he had to withstand it until the day when the world changed dramatically.

The heroines in the adult game wouldn't know that some of their wishing stars have lost their power, and even by the most conservative estimate, they only have one wish left that can be fulfilled.

In this life, without the interference of the goddess's power, Sister Janet is now on the same starting line as Saint Maria.

The day the goddess can no longer respond to the saintess will be the day the Northern Territory rises!