Am I going to be controlled by the players too?

Fran's identical voice rang out, gentle and polite: "I treated you with kindness, so why did you allow the evil dragon to destroy my body?"

"who are you?"

"I am Fran."

The servant spread his hands, his expression as innocent as that of a wrongly accused child.

Cheng Cheng perched on Freya's shoulder, his golden eyes narrowing: "You're not dead?"

"I have already uploaded my consciousness to the Celestial Realm, so I can match it with a physical body at any time." Fran smiled, opening his arms as if embracing the entire manor. "And all the slaves in this city are my backup bodies!"

Freya clenched her fists.

"Why do you eat people?" she forced out through clenched teeth.

Fran tilted his head, his expression genuinely puzzled.

“As a princess, you should naturally use the best ingredients.” He asked, puzzled. “Don’t worry, this is a legally prepared human for consumption. It has undergone low-temperature cooking using magical technology. It looks alive, but the flesh inside is already cooked and tastes very good.”

Freya's face turned pale instantly.

"How could such a law exist?"

Fran raised his hand, and golden light appeared around him, finally condensing in the air into sheets of paper stamped with the royal seal—

Legal homicide permit, prefabricated human disposal permit, human consumption disposal permit, health and safety certificate...

"I thought Her Highness was dissatisfied with my hospitality, but it turns out it was just a misunderstanding," Fran said politely with a smile. "These are all certificates issued by Her Majesty the Queen, exclusive to nobles. Her Highness should have one too, right?"

Freya remained silent for a long time.

“Even if it’s legal,” she said in a low voice, “cannibalism is still wrong.”

"Why can't humans kill and eat them?" Fran frowned, his voice genuinely puzzled. "We half-orcs are closely related to the extinct race of ogres, so it's normal for us to have cannibalistic customs, right?"

"Besides, I'm treating you with the best ingredients out of kindness. Even if you were a princess, you should still politely take a bite."

Freya suddenly looked up: "But I'm human, how could I eat people?!"

"Why is it impossible? I often host banquets for human nobles and ministers, and they eat just as much as I do."

Freya was completely stunned.

She stood there, looking at Fran's puzzled face, the certificate floating in the air, and the untouched glass of blood wine on the table...

Something is stuck in my throat, and I can't speak.

Cheng Cheng sighed, and without further ado, unleashed another breath of dragon's breath.

Fran's new body turned to ashes in the flames, leaving only a puddle of ash on the ground within seconds.

But almost simultaneously, the other servant's body jolted violently, his empty eyes regained focus, and then—

Fran stood up again.

“It’s no use. Everything in this city belongs to me.” He elegantly dusted himself off. “Anyone can be my backup body. You can’t kill me.”

He looked at Freya, a hint of coldness creeping into his smile;

"Your Highness Freya, how dare you treat nobles like this! I will go to the palace and lodge a complaint against you!"

Freya clenched her fists so tightly that her knuckles turned white.

Just then—

Li Xianyu walked up to Fran, grabbed his head, and instantly refined him!

She pulled an old soul out of the body with her bare hands!

"This is impossible!"

Fran's soul was terrified, and his voice finally lost its composure and gentleness: "How is this possible! How could I have lost contact with the Celestial Realm—"

"For us necromancers, the Celestial Realm is practically a necromancy resource library, okay?"

As Li Xianyu spoke, he took out a small flag from his pocket, waved it in the wind, and the flag instantly grew to two meters tall, with wisps of black mist emerging from it.

Then, she casually stuffed Fran's soul into it.

The flag jolted violently, and Fran's face appeared on the black flag, his mouth agape as he screamed silently.

"What is this...?" Cheng Cheng stared at the flag, somewhat hesitant.

Li Xianyu tucked the flag into his bosom and patted it: "The Emperor's Banner."

"Why is your Emperor's Banner emitting black smoke?"

"It's normal for it to be so purple it's almost black."

As soon as she finished speaking, the flag in her arms, which had been refined by Fran, began to emit golden light, illuminating her clothes.

“See?” she said matter-of-factly. “I told you this was the Emperor’s Banner.”

Freya didn't look at the flag.

She sat on the ground, looking at the certificates that had fallen to the ground, her face filled with confusion.

The servants stood frozen, watching Fran die, their empty eyes finally lighting up with light—filled with fear and confusion.

Then, one by one, they knelt down before Freya, their shoulders heaving and suppressed sobs escaping their throats.

Freya didn't look at them.

In just one day.

The massacre by Liu Ruyan and Harari, the disgusting blasphemy in the church, the twisted experiments in the basement, and this manor, this city, and those certificates...

All of them are legal.

It is the Queen Mother who permits these things, and it is unjust of me to try to stop her.

She refused to believe that the kingdom's people were living in such dire straits, and that the source of it all was the Queen, her mother.

Seeing is believing.

Cheng Cheng jumped off her shoulder and gently comforted her, "Freya, don't be sad, your mother might..."

Freya raised her head, her eyes red-rimmed, but she didn't cry.

“Mr. Evil Dragon, I should know what’s going on now.”

"Ok?"

"I've only been away from the palace for a day, and I've already witnessed so many things... My mother is definitely involved."

She stood up, walked to the window, and opened it. Outside the manor lay the entire city, with low buildings, narrow streets, and in the distance, endless wheat fields.

The wind blew in, carrying the scent of earth and grass.

“But the Queen Mother must have been blinded by treacherous ministers!” she said firmly. “As a princess, I have a responsibility…”

"Purge the court of corrupt officials and set the record straight!"

She took a deep breath: "Mr. Evil Dragon, please help me."

"it is good."

Cheng Cheng looked at her and smiled gently: "After all, you are my mother."

Freya turned to Li Xianyu.

Li Xianyu was squatting on the ground, trying to turn the dead girl into a spirit, when she heard Freya call her and she looked up.

“You are my savior,” she said. “Whatever you have to do, I’m willing to be with you.”

Freya didn't say anything more.

She turned and walked out of the dining room, through the corridor, down the stairs, past the still trembling servants, pushed open the white door, and into the garden.

Those soldiers are still there.

They stood on either side of the garden, their armor gleaming coldly in the sunlight, their halberds held upright on the ground.

Freya walked up to them.

Cheng Cheng transformed into a giant dragon, bit her collar, placed the girl on his back, and then stood up, like an emperor inspecting his army.

The wind blew through the girl's hair, revealing her increasingly resolute eyes.

"Your slave owner, Fran, is dead." Freya's voice carried far on the wind. "You have been slaves your whole lives, but today you are free!"

The soldiers didn't move, their eyes vacant.

"The wealth that Fran has taken from you over the years—" Freya paused, "you can all take it back!"

The servants kneeling in the garden raised their heads, their eyes shining, and then a second, a third... They rose from the ground and rushed into the depths of the manor, into the secret chambers filled with gold and silver.

The soldiers still didn't move.

These legions of Unsullied, castrated since childhood, finally gained a freedom they had never imagined—but lost their purpose in life.

What meaning does a weapon have once it loses its owner?

"Those who wish to leave may do so; no one will harm you." Freya paused, riding on the dragon's back. "But this is not over yet. The source of all your suffering is not here, but in the royal court!"

"There must be treacherous ministers within the royal court, deceiving the Queen and corrupting the state!"

"I, Freya Alvira von Konoma, born of the storm, first in line to the throne of the Kingdom of Konoma, Mother of Dragons, Protector of all my people, hereby swear—"

"We must storm the capital, purge the court of corrupt officials, set the record straight, and restore order to the world!"

"Are you all willing to fight for me as free citizens?"

She looked at the grim and indifferent soldiers, the wind blowing through the garden, stirring up dust and debris.

"Boom!"

The silence was broken by a muffled thud.

Those were soldiers striking the ground with the butts of their guns. Starting with him, one after another, the sound of weapons striking the ground was continuous and incessant.

"Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump..."

…………

Sylvia left the ruins of the church.

She didn't know how long she had walked. The streets of Huabei City were narrow, and the houses on both sides were low. Sunlight leaked through the gaps in the roofs, drawing stripes of light and shadow on the ground.