After I died, my personal maid rebelled.

A mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood rolled in. Medivh dodged and took to the air, watching as the slime rapidly recovered from its injuries and grew in size again, nourished by the flesh and blood. He then let out a heavy sigh.

He frowned, approached the archer Charles, turned back to look at the chaotic battle near the city walls, and asked in a deep voice, "What exactly happened?"

Charles said solemnly, "Reporting, sir, it seems the saintess was suddenly killed after casting some kind of spell. The assailant appears to be targeting the hero, and the mages have gone to protect him."

"It's the Saintess again... What grudge do they have that they can't let go of!" Medivh was unusually angry, but considering the critical situation, he couldn't care less about anything else and ordered Charles, "Return to the palace immediately, inform His Majesty of the situation, and mobilize the Knights and the Imperial Guard to rush here to provide support!"

"Yes, sir!"

Charles accepted the order and left. Medivh turned around, looked at Dane who was still oblivious to the situation, shook his head, and then focused all his attention back on the flesh slime.

He knew that for the sake of the kingdom's future, he had to weather this crisis on his own...

Amidst the clash of swords on the city wall, Nicole was once again repelled. Her crimson eyes finally revealed the identity of the newcomer.

She is probably the maid Oswald often mentioned by Maria and the others—Elene.

I heard that she was a few years ahead of Thorne and the others, and that she graduated first in her class from the Central Academy. Seeing her today, I can confirm that she truly lives up to her reputation.

With Thorne's current strength, he could barely withstand her attack, and Nicole herself was even more unable to cope. If it weren't for the timely arrival of several mages who helped them hold off Elena, the two of them would probably have ended up like Maria.

As for the area beneath the city walls, the vast magical energy surged and the magical light raged. It was truly unimaginable that the opponent, a mere individual, could fight for so long against a dozen or so mages led by Sophia.

That person... could it be Duke Oswald...?

She had underestimated everything. A wave of sadness washed over Nicole. The other party clearly had a deeper scheme, but they had let their guard down because of the other party's repeated restraint!

Clang! With the collision of the afterimages, Thorne was knocked down in mid-air. Nicole immediately raised her gun to meet him, sweeping the tip of her gun horizontally to force back Eleanor's attack.

The opponent moved slowly, yet always managed to close the distance suddenly, and the twin swords in his hands were incredibly fast. Nicole struggled to defend herself against the barely visible cold light before her eyes, but this time, the mage's magic power was exhausted and his strength was failing, and the supporting spells were ultimately a step too late.

Elena seized the opportunity, thrusting her twin blades into her gun. One blade blocked Nicole's vision, and Nicole panicked, quickly pulling back her gun, but Elena followed closely behind.

With a snap, Nicole's fingers were severed several times. Before she could even cry out, the dark blade, trailing a trail of blood, severed her left arm inch by inch.

Seeing this, Thorne roared and flashed forward, blocking Elene's blade with his sword. Sparks flew as they collided.

Elena glanced sideways at the mage's movements, then strode forward, using her other hand to swing her longsword and force Thorne back while easily dodging the mage's belated spell attacks.

Just as she closed the distance and swung her longsword at the incapacitated Nicole, Wolf, who was lying on the ground, suddenly awoke. He unleashed all his strength, sprang to his feet, and pounced on Eleanor like a madman.

Elena had no time to dodge. She blocked with her sword, and the sturdy wall collapsed. The two of them fell off the city wall at the same time and plummeted to the ground.

Wolf howled like a wolf, and his body suddenly began to swell, transforming into a werewolf in mid-air.

The moment the two landed, Oswald appeared beneath Elene. He raised his arm just in time, and Elene stepped on his hand to dissipate the force, landing lightly as she leaped toward the werewolf who crashed heavily to the ground.

Nicole, who had lost her arm, clutched her wound and stared blankly at the city below. She saw Eleanor standing on Wolf's back, her eyes cold, her blade slashing downwards repeatedly, emitting countless glints of cold light.

Wolf's screams reached a climax as blood gushed forth, flesh and blood were sliced ​​off piece by piece, and finally his wolf head and spine were crushed by a single stomp...

"These magicians have been hiding their abilities quite well."

Oswald was somewhat disheveled from the bombardment by the mages. Sophia, that crazy woman, was said in the original story to like NTR, so she would harass the hero from time to time, doing some ambiguous and explicit fan service.

Unexpectedly, their real mission was to protect and support the growth of the heroes!

"Elena, let's go. Don't linger. We've already missed our chance. We'll find another opportunity next time."

Oswald cut through the wind, blocking the incoming spell. When he looked up again, John was already slumped on the ground, his face ashen.

He wouldn't apologize to John. If he had known that all the Wishing Stars had been used, he wouldn't have let any of the heroines leave the Northern Territory alive.

"Yes, sir."

Elena sheathed her sword, took out two iron balls hanging from her waist, threw one into the sky, and the other towards the magicians.

Perhaps Luna is better suited to be an alchemist, Oswald thought to himself, as Elene jumped onto his back.

As the intense flash illuminated the scene, Oswald activated his ability, creating layers of wind tunnels that propelled him to his maximum speed, allowing him to pass through the magicians' encirclement in the blink of an eye.

When he appeared in the distant woods, Oswald suddenly stopped. He put down Elene and nervously drew his sword, looking around.

"Your Grace, what's wrong?"

Upon receiving the flash signal from the sky, the scouts, who had arrived with several horses, asked curiously.

Oswald steadied himself, sat cross-legged, and calmly said, "I'm being targeted by something, but you don't need to worry about it. Leave the two horses behind, then head to Green Canyon. Order the cavalry and the Second Regiment to head south immediately!"

"Yes, sir!"

The scout realized something was wrong from the Duke's expression, so he turned his horse around, whipped it, and sped off north.

Alene looked worried, for she had noticed that Oswald was covered in a cold sweat. "My lord, you…"

Oswald's lips trembled. "Please protect me, Elena. We still have many challenges ahead."

After saying this, Oswald closed his eyes and began to do his best to control the runaway goddess magic within him.

[Host, there's no time to explain now. I'll explain later. First, quickly follow the magic system given by the dragon to enhance the immortality magic within your body, otherwise your body will explode.]

The system anxiously guided Oswald, knowing that the being who had forced it and its host to follow the storyline in the previous life would not allow them to act so recklessly!

Now, the magic stone that was embedded in the body to restore the host's strength has become the biggest hidden danger!

The goddess's magic surged wildly within Oswald's body, relentlessly impacting his physique. Blood surged, Oswald was in agony, and blood flowed from all seven orifices simultaneously.

Under Oswald's guidance, the immortal magic began to take full control of his body, and Oswald's power rapidly declined. However, the goddess magic remained relentless, constantly launching counterattacks against the immortal magic.

Elena watched helplessly as Oswald's blood vessels burst one after another under his skin, but there was nothing she could do but anxiously wipe away the blood seeping from his cold body.

[Host, grant me permission; I need to take control of a portion of your body.]

Oswald did as instructed. He was the closest ally of the system, so he naturally had no worries about a situation like possession happening.

The system began to take control of a part of Oswald's body. Elena, who was outside, saw Oswald suddenly raise his hand. The huge slime in the distance paused for a moment, and an invisible passage formed, with a huge amount of immortal magic power surging in.

(Now I finally understand what you meant when you said you wanted to make me the villain.)

After gaining additional immortality magic, Oswald felt much better. The goddess's magic was suppressed again, and he was finally able to spare some attention to communicate with the system.

[It's a shame the host reads so many books. Do you understand the saying "the winner takes all"? Anyone who wants to change the status quo starts as a villain.]

(Okay, do you have any way to directly remove the magic stone from my body?)

[It's best not to. Our first priority is to find a way to avoid being locked onto by that gaze.]

The system couldn't find a solution to this problem for the time being. To use the causal theory in some stories, the causal effect of them killing the original female lead was too great, so great that even the Heavenly Dao immediately took notice of them.

[Host, use this method to hold on for now. I'll go report the problem to my superiors.]

(Go ahead, at worst I'll go and risk my life to take down the hero.)

The system left Oswald's body, and Oswald steadied himself, continuously enhancing his understanding of immortality magic in his mind.

Once he stopped bleeding, Eleanor hugged Oswald from behind, trying to warm his cold skin with her body heat.

However, the strange occurrences were not limited to their area. In the distance, at the city gates of the royal city, when Thorne arrived at the city walls, he could not find Maria's body anywhere.

The situation is chaotic; there are movable corpses everywhere, and unconscious, critically ill patients are flocking in.

Exhausted, the mages rescued him and immediately joined the fight against the calamity.

Sitting against the city wall were Archbishop John, who had lost all his energy, and Nicole, who had lost her left arm, staring blankly at the broken wolf head.

The slime continued its advance, the fierce battle raged on, and the Knights and the Imperial Guard arrived, finally blocking the critically ill patient at the city gate. Seeing this, Medivh once again cast a gravity spell, and the earth began to tremble continuously.

No one could help him, so Thorne had to search everywhere on his own.

Maria's passing greatly shocked him. They always said they were the future, but they never imagined that the future could come to an abrupt end.

Thorne felt lost again. He looked down and saw the mixture of human and non-human parts that had inexplicably stopped moving.

It lay on the ground, its edges surrounded by dense circles of hands and feet, like flowers wrapped around the blood that trembled and shook.

Thorne walked over in a daze, only to see Maria's face appear before him as her golden hair flipped in the pool of blood, and she suddenly opened her eyes.