Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

 

“How should we push this forward? I suggest we charge in screaming, chopping down anyone who dares to obstruct us. Wipe out all obstacles, and we’ll have it down.”

“Isn’t that a bit too barbaric? How about we let Rogge sneak into the Grand Ducal Mansion and take out that Robert or whatever his name is.”

“That’s too simple. Let’s just blockade the city gates and have Sister Vania call out, saying: ‘The heartless one, come out. You fathered my child.'”

“Huh, you’re as shameless as Lord Nage? That’s so shameless it’s beautiful. But would people believe that Vania is a Minotaur?”

Everyone clearly remembered the incident from years ago when Negris posed as Naeli’s child to trick her into revealing herself.

After a round of discussion, the plan was formed.

Misha was dumbfounded: “That’s it? That’s it? We’re about to attack the capital of a duchy, isn’t this plan a bit too simple?”

Lisa Augustus dismissively replied: “Simple? It’s already complicated enough. If it gets any more complex, we’ll have to bring in Lord Anthony. But it doesn’t matter, as long as Lord Ange is here, a mere duchy is no issue. We can just march right over it.”

“Anthony?” Misha’s attention was drawn by the other name: “Archbishop Lord Anthony from the Eastern Diocese?”

Lisa realized she’d misspoke: “Oh no, oh no, Lord Nage, I’ve revealed Lord Anthony’s identity.”

Misha wasn’t one of Ange’s subjects and didn’t have a compulsory soul connection. Technically, she was an outsider. Anthony’s identity was too sensitive to be known by an outsider, which could cause a lot of trouble.

But was Lisa really so careless?

Luther swiftly transformed his energy into a sword, demonstrating his power as a high-level Sword Saint, said menacingly: “Then we need to silence her by killing her. Let me send this beautiful lady to her next life.”

Negris flew over, berating: “Don’t be so rash as to resort to violence. Now there’s only one option left, make the Soul Oath and swear allegiance to Ange.”

Reluctantly, Misha offered her Soul Oath and rather unwittingly became one of Ange’s subjects, avoiding having to be killed to keep the secret.

Now that she was one of them, there was no need to hide anything. Lisa said: “Yes, that Anthony. He’s also one of Lord Ange’s subjects. Now, he’s declared the Eastern Diocese independent and founded the Holy Church. Currently, he acts as the regent Pope.”

Misha’s head was about to explode. How did a small duchy in such a remote corner get involved with the regent Pope? The Church has split? What on earth happened during the two years she was dead?

Under the cover of night, they arrived at the capital’s gate by daybreak.

Lisa attached the True Wings to the Little Angel and instructed: “Wait a second. You take the twelve lower-rank angels and block the gate. Don’t talk, just act aloof. At my signal, launch an attack on the guy I’m pointing at, got it?” R̃ἈΝọＢЕș

“Awooo!” Little Angel affirmed.

Among everyone, Lisa was one of the few who could command Little Angel, because all of Little Angel’s dresses were prepared by Lisa. If they waited for Ange to arrange it, Little Angel would probably be running around bare-bottomed.

At dawn, when the city gates were opened, everyone leaving the city found the gate blocked by a line of Holy Spirit Angels.

The leader was a Four-Winged Angel, followed by a line of two-winged angels. To the left of the Four-Winged Angel was a woman radiating a holy light, beautiful and gentle. To the right, was a cloaked figure concealing their entire body.

They blocked the gate, allowing no one out and said nothing. They ignored any inquiries from the city guards, maintaining a proud and indifferent demeanor.

The city’s inhabitants panicked. Such an array, even the Saint’s Edge Army would panic. When Lord Anthony returned, he was only escorted by twelve lower-rank angels without even a four-winged higher rank angel.

Soon, Duke Robert arrived at the city gate. The cloaked figure made a gesture at his appearance.

Lisa stepped forward, divine power surging around her, carrying her voice steadily to the ears of everyone present:

“The fourth generation successor of the Kingdom of Luosha, Lady Lisa Augustus, was called by the grace of God to become the Holy Maiden of the Church of Light. Her life was a pure one, a life of light. She dedicated her life to spreading the light…”

After a bout of self-praise, Lisa’s tone shifted: “I am the Messenger of the Church of Light, carrying the last wishes of the Holy Maiden Lisa. When her family is in danger, she hoped the Gods would lend their protection and punish those who scheme against her bloodline. Today, her descendants called out for help, and so, we’ve come.”

At this, Lisa gestured towards the cloaked figure beside her.

The cloaked figure pulled their cloak away, revealing Misha’s lively face.

Robert wore a look of horror. Impossible! He had killed her himself. He had checked she had no breath left, physically placed her into a stone coffin. Even if she somehow survived, she would have suffocated due to the lack of air in the coffin. How could she still be alive? Could it be…

Foreshadowing thoughts of resurrection, rebirth, divine grace, and more flashed through Robert’s mind.

“Is it really Duchess Misha? Isn’t she supposed to be dead? Didn’t Lord Robert say she was assassinated and her body was taken away.”

The guards, wizards, soldiers around Robert stared at him, unconsciously stepping back slightly.

Lisa pointed at Robert and declared: “God says: Those who harm my people will turn to ashes.”

“Yeah!” The Little Angel spread her wings excitedly, pushed forward with both hands, and a beam of light aimed accurately at Robert.

Poor Robert did not even say a word before he was reduced to ashes.

Taking a step forward, Lisa loudly proclaimed: “Is there anyone else associated with Robert? If not, then please kneel and welcome your Duchess Misha August Lisa’s return.”

Lisa deliberately called out Misha’s full name, particularly emphasizing the middle name ‘Lisa’, to tell everyone that she was protected.

The city gates and walls all kneeled in unison.

Misha was stunned. Was it really that simple? It seemed their elaborate plans on their journey here were far too complicated, there was no need for them.

The ‘army’ hiding behind saw this and Luther said with regret: “It’s too easy, how come they didn’t resist? Now my sword can’t even drink fresh blood.”

All of them were disappointed. Only the Little Angel was satisfied. Under her escort, Misha returned to the Grand Ducal Mansion.

Two years have passed, things have changed since she last saw the mansion. All she could see were unfamiliar faces. Misha did not dare to return to such a mansion. Who knows whether it would suddenly catch fire in the night?

She looked around and suddenly saw a familiar figure. His head was hanging low, avoiding her sight. He was limping, heading into the alley.

Misha ran after him, shouting: “My most loyal guard, Clero, where are you going?”

Clero turned around, smiled bitterly, and said: “I’m sorry, Duchess Misha. Seeing you return safe and sound, I am relieved. But unfortunately, I no longer have the ability to protect you.”

Clero’s face had several scars, reminiscent of a centipede. Both his legs were uneven one longer than the other and an arm atrophied in front of his body. He was panting after finishing his sentence, an obvious sign that he had some serious lung injury.

Misha, emotionally overwhelmed, said: “It was Robert, wasn’t it? He did this, right? It was because of me. If only…”

“No, it was my own impulsiveness. The day you didn’t return, I went to question him and was beaten by his people. I shouldn’t have been so impulsive. I should have stayed patient, find out what happened, and then come to rescue you. Now, I am disabled and can’t protect you anymore. I’m sorry.” Clero said regretfully.

Lisa looked at them both skeptically and her face lit up with an auntish smile.

“Disability is not a big deal. This kind of injury is easy to handle. But Clero, you’ve got to first tell me, what’s the nature of your relationship with my niece?”

…

“From here to there, a region of 60 kilometers long and wide, Misha has already designated it to us for mushroom farming. The terrain here is good, surrounded by mountains on three sides, crossed by a river. There are water, trees, stones, and ample humidity.”

“Furthermore, she gave us the Necklace of the Wailing Voice. Kvada, the Little Angel displayed one holy light at the city gate, and in return, we received 3,600 square kilometers of land and a soul device! We really hit the jackpot, it’s even better than robbery.”

“Little Zombie, come here, put it on. Ange, infuse a bit of soul energy into the necklace. Little Zombie has been a bronze spirit for a while now and is about to break through. Let’s use this to speed up.”

“But Little Zombie has only been born for slightly more than two years and has already reached the bronze level. Seems like following you, his leveling speed isn’t slow.”

“Huh, isn’t this the Undead Ode? It seems to be the second stanza that follows the Earth Hammer Undead Ode.” Negris pointed at the runes on the necklace chain, saying in surprise.

Ange took out the Earth Hammer and put it next to the necklace.

The Earth Hammer protested, “What is this thing beside me? Is it of the same rank? Don’t lower my value, take it away, take it away.”

Ignoring it, Negris looked at the runes and analyzed: “It does seem to be the second stanza. Let’s try to sing it and find out?”

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