After I died, my personal maid rebelled.

In the heavily guarded palace, after Frank finished reading all the information compiled by Medivh, he said nothing. However, when he stood up, his legs went weak, but fortunately Medivh caught him in time before he fell.

Medivh then realized that His Majesty was drenched in cold sweat.

Frank forced himself to calm down, but asked urgently, "Does the kingdom have any records of the Wishing Star's retrograde time?"

"Your Majesty, probably not. Time reversal is for changing fate... I think no one who uses time reversal would admit to changing someone else's fate."

Medivh helped His Majesty to his feet again, and the two strolled to the window, gazing together at the silent royal city.

"Moreover, Your Majesty should have noticed that most of the owners of the Wishing Star pray to the goddess in their later years in order to fulfill some unfulfilled wish."

"People are all like this. They think that since they have such great power, they must use it when they face some difficulty in the future. But the more they think like this, the less the current difficulties seem to matter. Until they are enjoying their old age, they happen to remember a wish from the past and use it in a ridiculous and indifferent way."

Frank found no comfort in these words; it was only now that he realized that this power should not be left to an individual to decide how to use.

But it's too late to say anything now; he has become the first king in human history to be cursed by a goddess.

What's even more ridiculous is that this group of people had to travel back in time because they messed everything up in their previous life, including their own sister Diana!

If they hadn't been exposed this time, would they still have wanted to keep it a secret from everyone, continue to usurp the Duke of Oswald's power, and then plunge the world into chaos!

After a long silence, Frank finally came to his senses, the setting sun illuminating his cold, handsome profile. "You saw those people with your own eyes, drinking the blood dripping from their blood-stained clothes?"

"Yes, Your Majesty, after our unanimous deduction, we have confirmed that she is the embodiment of the curse."

Tell me, are you sure?

Upon hearing this, Medivh's eyes narrowed. As a great mage, Medivh saw things far more clearly than John and Sophia, knowing that there were only two kinds of magic in the world that could directly affect life—goddess magic and immortality magic.

Once they are no longer in opposition, but in a state of perfect harmony...

Even he couldn't guarantee whether he could resist the curse. If he were controlled by the curse, who would be able to save humanity and the country?

"Your Majesty, please forgive my incompetence. This time, perhaps we really must rely on the hero."

……

In the dense forest, mutated soldiers crawl and wander aimlessly.

They had been ravaged by the plague and turned into half-human, half-ghost monsters. When their consciousness also became blurred, Kate had to arrange for people to build a fence to confine them inside.

At first, he considered tying the soldiers up with ropes, but they were no longer in pain, their skin covered in dark bruises and blood clots. Acting on instinct, they would often tighten the ropes around them, ultimately injuring themselves.

Kate is now afraid to close her eyes at night, because as soon as she does, she sees the pitiful yet terrifying images of the soldiers.

I can't remember how many times we've tried this drug. Hope is a torturous thing, making you naturally build up your expectations and then naturally accept disappointment.

This time, however, Jenny's expression was more solemn than ever before.

As Kate watched the nun carry the medicine inside, she, as usual, arranged for a few soldiers to follow and assist her, while she herself squatted outside the fence and silently lit a cigarette.

With his other hand, he began to anxiously pull at the grass that he had already plucked bare.

He didn't know how long he waited, but there was still no movement from inside. He guessed that it had failed again.

He stubbed out his cigarette and lit another one. Before he could even exhale smoke, he suddenly heard the soldiers inside shout with delight.

"She's awake! She's awake!"

Kate practically stubbed out his cigarette with his hand. He jumped up quickly, and the moment he pushed open the gate, he froze in place.

A critically ill soldier lay in the arms of several other soldiers, his eyes regaining their clarity, and a relieved smile graced his face.

The soldier felt like he had been having a very long nightmare, and he was only just now being woken up.

Kate quickly wiped his eyes, but ended up getting a smear of black ash on his face. He walked over calmly, just as he heard the soldier call out softly.

"Commander..."

Kate bit back her tears, let out a muffled groan, and her whole body trembled uncontrollably.

"You son of a bitch, I am your division commander."

Several days later, as the deformities of the critically ill patients disappeared and the bleeding was brought under control, Jenny finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The research on the special medicine was successful, and the soldiers' physical condition is rapidly improving. Although they are still somewhat weak, they will soon be fully recovered.

After handing the prescription to Kate and having him arrange for its mass production, Jenny finally got a good night's sleep, something she rarely did.

She finally lived up to the Duke's expectations.

As the days passed and September drew near, Kate stood before the map in the camp, a cigarette dangling from her lips, simulating their marching route over and over again.

The yellow dots on the map represent areas with large farmlands and populations, while the red dots represent plague-stricken areas collected by scouts.

The Duke's plan was to make them have a quick in-and-out experience, just like men with premature ejaculation.

Avoid the heavily defended central cities, head straight for the intersection of those marked with red and yellow flags, solve the plague while overthrowing the local rulers, then harvest large quantities of ripe crops to attract civilians and lead them back to the northern territory as quickly as possible.

If a lord leads his army to stop them, have the cavalry react quickly and intercept them immediately.

Meanwhile, the militia should not be idle. They should visit as many villages and cities as possible near the Northern Territory and bring the suffering civilians back to the paradise of the Northern Territory.

But how to maximize benefits and balance risks is something he, as the division commander, needs to consider.

"Population first, livestock second, food third, and treasure last..."

Kate flicked away her cigarette ash, her pen, which was revising the marching route, paused in mid-air, just as a scout rushed into the tent and shouted.

"Commander, there's been an unexpected situation. His Excellency the Duke has ordered us to head south immediately!"

The dull bugle call sounded, and nearly ten thousand soldiers in Green Canyon City almost simultaneously dropped everything and rushed to their camp in an orderly fashion to assemble.

Paul, who was carrying medicinal herbs, and Lisa, who was yawning and grinding herbs, were both taken aback. They immediately set off to join Luna's personal guards and head to the camp.

As they stood in the large procession, Kate, perched on higher ground, said nothing, but both of them noticed Sister Janet's somber expression on the carriage.

Paul suddenly remembered the Duke's secret mission, and then he heard Kate shout, "All troops, listen up! Cavalry clear the way! Anyone who blocks the way, kill them without mercy!"

The war machine of the Northern Territory roared into action. Perhaps it was because all preparations had been made long ago, or perhaps it was due to the integrated command system of officers and soldiers, but the army set off at a speed far exceeding Paul's expectations.

The army in the central district was still at the stage of finding a famous person to be the commander, the bigger the fame, the better, only in this way could the soldiers find their commander and know whose orders to obey.

But the Northern Army was completely different. When they marched, they could quickly find their own company, and when they deployed into battle formation, they could immediately form several combat groups without needing the highest commander to issue orders level by level.

As if he had just opened the gates of hell, Paul soon smelled the thick stench of blood on the ground after leaving Green Canyon.

Although the plague was spreading in the northern territory, it was definitely not to the extent that there was not a single rooster crowing for miles around.

It was quiet, everything was too quiet. As the cavalryman leading the way, Paul could only hear the sound of galloping hooves.

The villages along the way were almost all shrouded in the silence of death, and the occasional passersby were nothing more than lost, wandering ghosts.

What exactly happened to the kingdom? Why did it turn out like this?

Paul was heavy-hearted, but his adjutant at the front resolutely issued the order.

"Something has happened in the capital! Remember, our mission is to find the Duke! The Duke's safety is of utmost importance!"

Following the directions of dozens of scouts, the group finally arrived behind a small mound before nightfall and found Oswald sitting cross-legged, his breathing seemingly unsteady.

Elena glanced at them, then silently added more firewood to the fire. She stood up and ordered, "The cavalry will remain here. The scouts will go and tell Commander Kate to proceed according to the original plan."

"Paul, Lisa, and Janet will accompany the Duke. Also, tell Kate to ensure the cavalry's logistical support is guaranteed. The Duke's route is towards Redwood Village. Do you all understand?"

The adjutant and others immediately stepped forward and replied, "Yes, sir!"

After arranging the next steps, Elena sat down again and took out a handkerchief to wipe the cold sweat from Oswald's forehead.

She had originally planned to take the Duke back to Green Gorge to rest for a while, but she didn't expect the cavalry to arrive so quickly.

Now, they're heading south again.

Remembering that Eleanor was the second most important person in the Northern Territory, Paul stepped forward and respectfully asked, "My lord, what exactly happened in the capital, and why has the Duke become like this?"

"The Wishing Star has failed, the Goddess's curse has descended... Mr. Paul, that saintess has now become the embodiment of the curse." Eleanor breathed calmly and continued, "The Duke has become weak for some unknown reason. Given the team's insufficient strength, Mr. Paul, you may need to shoulder more responsibilities from now on..."

The cavalry camped where they were, and after nightfall, Jenny, who was riding in a carriage, caught up with the group.

As soon as she stepped off the carriage, she ran quickly to Oswald's side, her hand, which was about to cast a goddess's spell, frozen in place.

She sensed that the goddess magic activated by the magic stone was repelling Oswald's body. If it weren't for the undead magic firmly holding control of his body, the duke would probably have already died from a hemorrhage.

"Elena, the master..."

Before the words were finished, a soft inhale was heard.

"You don't need to look at me like that, and you don't need to ask why." Oswald opened his eyes, his calm gaze sweeping over their worried faces.

In recent days, he has comprehended a portion of the magic of immortality and is now imitating the immortal python, attempting to condense a magic crystal within his body.

Once the magic crystal is formed, his body will not collapse due to external forces until the magic crystal is shattered.

This was the only option left. The system deduced that once the magic stone representing the goddess's magic was removed, her physical body would inevitably begin to decay.

At that time, the natural wind that has accompanied him for so many years will leave him...