After I died, my personal maid rebelled.

The cavalry circled around, and Teemo, alone, leaped over the ruins and charged into the city.

The two sides were locked in a stalemate once again. Seeing the cavalrymen stop in front of the town, Soft was momentarily confused as to what they wanted to do.

Gathering intelligence? And then, while our army is busy dealing with the necromancer, continuing our looting?

The ground was still warm, and the smoke grew thinner in the wind. Teemo stared warily at the dark figure ahead. A deformed and terrifying monster, bound by chains, appeared before him.

He finally understood what "neither human nor ghost" really meant.

The chains rattled with a dull thud. Teemo tightened the reins, ready to retreat at any moment, but the monster made no further move, lowering its head, which was now only half a face, as if it had lost consciousness.

Timo observed for a long time before finally letting out a sigh of relief.

No, there's a conspiracy... Since the people of the Western Territory can lock up this monster, why don't they eliminate it immediately?!

Anyone who has worked as a scout knows that capturing someone alive is much harder than killing them outright... Wait a minute!

He understood, he understood everything. Undead, bone dragons, necromancers—no wonder the Western Territory was plagued by disasters. It turned out that all of this was man-made, and there was likely an even more terrifying conspiracy behind it.

The Duke once said that one should use the most wicked mind to speculate about unknown conspiracies. Now that Timo has figured it out, he must report to the Duke immediately!

Timo turned and left. A faint sound came from the ruins beside him. He glanced over alertly and saw another figure slowly emerge from the smoke.

……

"What's so strange about that necromancer's hand?"

Oswald tapped the table lightly, his face dark. Timo, who was kneeling in front of him, scratched the back of his head and recalled, "Your Grace, it looks a bit like a bird's claw, and it has scales that resemble snake skin."

Bird claws, scales...

"I understand, you can go and rest now."

"Yes, Your Grace."

The door closed gently, and Oswald rubbed his temples, a bad feeling already forming in his mind.

(It's a dragon's claw.)

[Host, based on previous intelligence, it's almost certain that the Dragon Slayer perished alongside the Bone Dragon. However, if the Bone Dragon also possesses a magic crystal capable of corrupting souls, then the necromancer who has appeared is very likely the Calamity-transformed Dragon Slayer.]

(Then he can no longer be called a necromancer.)

[The Doomed Dragon General? It's a hidden class. Congratulations, host, you're one step closer to collecting all achievements!]

(Belder, the dragon slayer, is a respectable man, and also a victim of this distorted timeline. Some people, we only understand when we see them with our own eyes, that there are truly people who would dedicate their entire lives to upholding justice.)

Oswald lowered his eyes. (Commander, we cannot allow a calamity to be born... I also want to see that old man off on his final journey.)

[Go, his soul still holds fast. With his help, defeating him shouldn't be difficult for the host.]

After leaving the Duke's mansion, Oswald picked up his Spiritwind Sword and went to Jenny's medical department.

Lao Luo remained unconscious, but thanks to Jenny's treatment, he was out of danger.

Fate is truly unpredictable. If Luna hadn't had a sudden whim, perhaps Lao Luo... would have been rescued by the Western Army.

Seeing Jenny sitting by the hospital bed with a worried look on her face, Oswald was in a dilemma, to be honest, because he didn't want to get involved with the supporting characters who were meant to highlight the heroine of the butterflies.

Including Lao Luo, that upright fellow.

Sigh, he's so fed up with the drama of having someone you don't love, or loving someone you can't have. Isn't anyone going to do anything about this, Elena? Your best friend is about to be snatched away! And that guy already has feelings for another woman!

After watching the two of them enjoying their peaceful time at the door for a while, Oswald shook his head with a wry smile and turned to leave.

Fine, if Sister Janet likes it, then let Paul be locked up in Ice City for life. He's just a man; she can afford to reward him.

Upon reaching the city gate, Eleanor, who had rushed over upon hearing the news, had already brought him a horse. Beside him stood Reid, leading a group of fifty knights, feigning a stern face while inwardly ecstatic.

The Duke's mission to guard other people's territory and fight necromancers is a feat he can boast about for the rest of his life.

"I'll leave the Northern Territory in your care while I'm away."

"Um."

Eline, dressed as a maid, stepped forward and personally adjusted Oswald's collar.

"Things always have to be done by someone." Oswald gently tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear and pinched her unhappy little cheek. "One day, we will get everything we want."

"good……"

The group traveled light and set off. Eleanor walked up the city wall and watched his departing figure gradually disappear into the woods.

She looked up at the sky, and saw not a single cloud in the azure sky, which obscured the vastness of the universe.

……

"Commander, please call for help. We've tried everything, but we can't defeat the necromancer on our own."

The mages in the army were all dejected. Their opponents were like sitting ducks, allowing them to bombard them relentlessly. Not to mention the necromancers, they couldn't even break free of their chain bonds.

"Do you think I didn't write to the Duke? I've said what I needed to say, and done what I needed to do. They don't care. What can I do?"

Sitting in his tent at the camp, Sioux turned to the side and said wistfully, "But do you know how the Duke replied to me? He told me not to bring this matter up in the open recently, as it would damage the image of the Western Territory..."

Now, Sioux really didn't know what to do, let alone how to report the major events that had happened.

Are you suggesting he write a letter to the Duke saying: "The Holy Knight Commander of the Papacy, Paul, the strongest of the younger generation, came here to fight the necromancer, but was defeated."

Then Paul was seriously wounded and was taken away by the Northern cavalry, who disguised themselves as bandits and suddenly broke into the Western Territory, killing a large number of nobles and merchants.

With the rise of Duke Dale in the Eastern Territory, the situation in the royal city was already chaotic enough.

The West, wavering and seeking to seize more benefits; the South, aggressively demanding aid and openly making things difficult for the King; and the North, clearly estranged from the capital yet burdened with the heavy responsibility of resisting the demons…

If his situation were to be leaked, it would be like adding fuel to the fire.

What, should we send them to fight a noble war against Duke Oswald, or continue to send Duke Dyer of the Eastern Territory?

Based on the sheer power displayed by the Northern Cavalry at the time, he dared to guarantee that the Duke of Dale's victory in that battle was definitely not without merit!

On the surface, the Northern Territory has conceded defeat, but Oswald is making more and more moves behind the scenes. What choices will the archbishop and the king make in the end?

In the ensuing silence, a messenger burst into the tent, shouting, "Report, Commander, Grand Duke Oswald of the Northern Territory has arrived!"

"What?!"

Startled, Shot got up and hurried out of the tent. He desperately hoped it was a joke, but when he saw Reid standing respectfully next to a young man, he felt dizzy.

What are you doing...? What exactly does Duke Oswald want to do?

"Sketch, now that you've seen the Duke, why don't you come and pay your respects!"

Red's voice was like thunder, and the knights stepped forward one after another, as if they didn't care about the army around Suo Te. Their resolute faces showed no fear whatsoever.

"It's alright. Western etiquette is indeed lacking, Reid. Don't use our standards to judge others." Oswald smiled faintly, his sinister gaze sweeping coldly across the military camp, making the soldiers feel suffocated.

After regaining his composure, Sioux quickly bowed and saluted.

"Greetings to Duke Oswald."

"I told you, don't worry about these formalities." Oswald stepped forward, like a huge shadow covering Soft, and reached out to lift Soft's chin, leisurely sizing him up.

Is this the kind of person who, after his own daughter was taken advantage of by a scoundrel, even trained bodyguards for that scoundrel? I never met him in my previous life, but his soldiers don't seem to be very capable.

The hand contained enough power to easily crush his jaw. Cold sweat dripped down Scimitar's face. Only now did he realize that the rumors were true.

Duke Oswald was indeed a strong man capable of capturing a python single-handedly.

"I'm here for only one thing, and that is to help you deal with the necromancer."

Releasing Sorter, Oswald patted his neck and strode toward the ruins of the town.

Siotte took a deep breath and looked back at Oswald in disbelief. Seeing Red and the other knights standing there, his surprise deepened.

"What? Would our Duke lie to you?!" Red puffed out his chest, his eyes wide with anger, leaving Soft speechless for a moment.

This scoundrel...

Walking through the ruins, Oswald picked up a stone from the ground and crushed it into dust between his fingers.

The solidified lava rock had unique textures, and Oswald didn't think Paul's Blazing Star technique could melt the ground to this extent.

The chained monster came into view. Oswald walked over, crouched down, and approached the terrifying creature.

"Senior, I've come to see you off."

Having said that, Oswald drew his Spiritwind Sword from his waist. Before he could even swing it, a gust of wind rose from the ground, and all the chains snapped.

The monster finally reacted, and the dragon was awakened almost instantly. Just as it was about to call out to Baird, it found that Baird's eyes were already burning with anticipation as he looked at the calmly smiling Oswald.

It's finally here. The feel of this wind... there's no mistake, it's the Charles family's secret technique.

How much can you help him?

"Hmph, so you're a human powerhouse. Don't worry about me, I'm just going to die anyway!" The dragon turned around, its soul almost completely assimilated by the immortality magic, and there was no way to save it.

However, even if the hope is slim, it will still fulfill its promise and free Baird's soul!

Stroking the dragon's belly, Baird felt a complex mix of love and hate for the first time, and simply sighed, "Alright, let's fight!"