After I died, my personal maid rebelled.

The moment Saint Mary was resurrected from the pool of blood, John understood many key mysteries.

For example, the calamities that have broken out in various places this year... Southern Territory, Western Territory, Northern Territory, and finally the Central District Royal City, all these places had welcomed the arrival of the Holy Maiden before the calamities occurred because of the blessing ceremony.

And if John wasn't mistaken, Maria's trip to the Southern Territory was to meet Nicole, who also possessed the Wishing Star.

"Miss Nicole, I heard Maria say with my own ears that you, or Miss Annie, are traitors among them, but you've only known each other for less than six months. Don't you think you should explain yourself here?"

"I, I..."

Nicole bit her lip, her mind filled with doubts. She had initially thought it was just a premeditated operation by the Northern Territory against them, but she never expected so many strange things to happen afterward.

"I think I must warn you, this is a crucial moment when everyone needs to be honest!"

Medivh slammed his staff heavily on the ground, the power of the archmage pressing down on everyone, making it hard for them to breathe. His sharp eyes glared, and a massive shadow instantly loomed over Nicole.

"Why are you asking me? I was suddenly told about time travel too!" Nicole trembled, her eyes tightly shut, shouting desperately. "Only those four have memories of the future; I know absolutely nothing!"

"Speak!" Medivh looked enlightened. He flicked his robes and appeared before Nicole in the blink of an eye. "Rewind time, continue!"

Nicole's face turned pale, and she collapsed to the ground, tears streaming down her face. Everything seemed terrifying to her now; Maria, who had revealed the secret to her and turned into a monster, was terrifying; the superior who was interrogating her about the truth was equally terrifying.

She only came to the capital, and she lost an arm, lost Wolf, and lost all hope for the future...

"Let me explain."

Thorne took a deep breath, clenched his fists, and stood in front of Nicole. However, before he could speak, another unexpected person suddenly blocked his and Medivh's path.

Sofia bowed respectfully to Medivh and said in a calm voice.

"Lord Medivh, I need to remind you that our Mage's Guild has learned from the Great Sage that this generation's hero is our hope in defeating the demons."

The Great Sage...

"Then I'll tell you too, Sophia," Medivh said coldly, flicking his robes as he sat back down. "The last person to bring hope has become a twisted being."

Everyone present knew he was referring to a saintess—no, she could no longer be called a saintess.

Thorne bypassed Sophia, calmed his breathing, and solemnly bowed to John and Medivh before recounting everything he had learned from Maria and the others.

Everyone fell silent. The matter of rewinding time wasn't complicated, but when they heard about the unprecedented three-way melee, everyone's expression turned extremely grim.

In that situation, the kingdom was no different from being destroyed. If it weren't for the goddess's power, they wouldn't know how to resolve such a disaster.

However, when he heard them speculate that Eleanor had stolen and used the Wishing Star, Medivh immediately interrupted Thorne.

"Hero, I need to remind you that your idea was flawed from the start. The Star of Prayer cannot be used by anyone else."

If such a magical item could be used so easily by others, the kingdom would have been in chaos long ago. Furthermore, everyone will inevitably make a wish the moment they receive the Wishing Star, so it's not their generation's turn to trigger the curse.

Medivh glanced at Nicole and continued, "Unless Miss Nicole was already dead at the time, and that maid had a minuscule chance of being chosen again by the Wishing Star from among the vast sea of ​​people, your speculations are extremely unrealistic."

"However, it's possible that the maid retained her memories during the time reversal because she had the Wishing Star. After all, as you said, Miss Nicole doesn't have any memories of her previous life."

Upon hearing this, Thorne and Nicole, who had stopped crying, exchanged another glance. A new question arose: who was the one who initiated the time reversal?

It is known that Maria and Lilith used the Wishing Star, and Nicole's Wishing Star is in someone else's hands. Therefore, the only ones who could activate time reversal at that time were Princess Diana and Miss Annie.

Not only them, but Medivh and John were also pondering this question.

"My lords," Sophia said solemnly, "I think you've all missed the point. It's obvious the girls have triggered the goddess's curse. What's the point of dwelling on the past? Shouldn't we be worried about Duke Oswald, who has already begun his revenge?"

Nicole froze, then sobbed, "Was that person really...the Duke of Oswald?"

"Otherwise what?" Sophia chuckled, speechless. "How many people in the kingdom do you think could withstand an attack from so many mages?"

"Yes, even though he disguised himself, I could still recognize him. It's obvious that Oswald and Eleanor are after Maria." John sighed softly, finally understanding where the children's fight came from.

Unfortunately, he found out too late, far too late.

"It's certain they learned about the past, and they specifically chose the time of the previous plague outbreak to sneak into the royal city. The two launched the decapitation operation almost immediately after confirming that Maria's Wishing Star had failed..."

John looked at Medivh and drew his own conclusion. "My lord, perhaps the Duke knows more than we do."

Everyone knows Oswald's methods. Now, less than one-tenth of the nobles in the Northern Territory remain. If the Duke had known earlier that the Star of Prayer could not be used, even the princess would probably have died.

The hatred accumulated in the previous life was too heavy, and the two sides had already stood on the opposite side of a fight to the death.

Nicole suddenly felt a pang of anxiety. She realized that she, and they, had absolutely no future! If Maria could turn into a monster, what if she could too…?

Faced with such a choice, would these superiors entrust her life to the Duke of Oswald in order to quell his anger?

But I... I don't even know what kind of wish I made!

Nicole started crying again. She felt it was unbearable, such a terrible reality, and she wondered why she had come here to face all of this.

Medivh was at a loss as to how to deal with the vengeful Duke Oswald. Moreover, after hearing what the hero said, it seemed that all they had done was cause trouble in the northern territory and mess up the situation.

Is this the hope the great sage spoke of?

Medivh could only sigh; the complexity of the matter had exceeded his expectations. He could only put Oswald aside for now and continue asking questions.

"There are priorities. Tell me, where is that thing going?"

Just in case, Medivh has sent elite scouts to investigate the saintess's movements, but so far he has not received any accurate reports.

Thorne was silent for a moment, then stepped forward to answer. "She said she would wait for me in Redwood Village at noon seven days from now."

……

In Green Canyon, love letters arrived like parcels; the spread of the plague was exceeding everyone's expectations.

People in the city were infected with the plague from time to time. Fortunately, the residents had been moved to the northern territory. The soldiers who remained strictly followed the quarantine policy set by the Duke. In addition, Sister Janet promptly developed a prescription to treat mild cases, so the city did not lose order.

Kate lowered her binoculars, her expression sorrowful. The soldiers who had deliberately delayed until they were severely infected were already ravaged by the plague and were no longer recognizable as human.

Their bodies began to swell and deform, and they vomited large amounts of blood, clearly not going to last more than a few days.

But he couldn't rush the nun. After the Duke left, the nun often spent several days and nights researching cures for the plague. Her dark circles under her eyes made Kate worry that the nun would fall ill before the soldiers.

Unaware that her Duke was already being tormented by the goddess, Kate could only clasp her hands together and pray incessantly to the goddess.

In the research lab, Jenny had found the prescription for treating a plague-like disease, but after she strictly followed the prescription to develop the medicine, she found that it had little effect.

She was so busy that she had to revise the formula as a new research direction.

To speed things up, she even brought in a white-haired elf who claimed to be a specialist in recording plagues as her assistant, on the condition that she would write a few amusing books for her in place of the Duke.

Jenny kept adjusting the dosage of herbs in front of the alchemy cauldron. Fortunately, the Duke had purchased a large quantity of herbs, so she didn't have to worry about wasting materials.

What she needs to do now is race against time.

The female elf sat on a stool, picking her toes as she casually flipped through the book she had written, then retrieved relevant memories.

"You can try using the juice of the silver sage as the final ingredient; it should amplify the therapeutic effect."

……

"How about adding vineless leaves during the refining process? That stuff is more suitable for human absorption and generally has no side effects."

Jenny couldn't remember how many new ideas she had provided. After writing them down as usual, Jenny looked at the three words "Empty Silver Grass" and seemed to suddenly remember something, falling into a reverie.

Several years ago, while gathering herbs in the forests of the Northern Territory, she encountered a nature witch who had come to save a migratory bird species from mass extinction.

"They contracted a disease that causes deformities from the local birds while migrating south for the winter," the witch said with a kind smile, though she seemed a little embarrassed. "Little nun, could you please help me? My prescription includes Silver Grass, Red Silk Vine, and Wind-Welcoming Flower..."

Deformity!

Jenny gasped excitedly, finally seeing a glimmer of hope. She quickly wrote down the prescription she remembered, thinking that if she combined it with the plague treatment prescription in the book, she might be able to create a truly effective medicine for treating serious illnesses!