Lord: Marry the villain's daughter at the beginning?

Just as the whole country of Capet was celebrating and everyone was immersed in the beautiful dream of peace, the demons had already completed their control of the territory north of Duanxue Territory, and the important mineral and resource areas in the north were handed over to the demons.

Countless refugees flocked to the Broken Snow Territory, hoping to return to the human territory, but Duke Lars, who was guarding the Broken Snow Territory, turned a blind eye to these refugees.

Of course, the checkpoint would occasionally open, either because you have money or because the demons let people in.

"Open the city gates. Remember, have the priests of the Church set up the purification barrier. The knights also have to keep a close eye on it. No one is allowed to come into contact with these refugees!"

As Duke Lars' order was given, Duanxue Ling slowly opened the city gate, and a group of nuns in tattered nun uniforms slowly entered the city with even more half-naked refugees.

A blanket made of woven cloth was built in the city for people to leave the city, and all people entering the city were only allowed to walk on this blanket.

If any refugees tried to walk out of the blanket, they would be instantly killed by the knights who were watching them the whole time.

There were also many priests casting purification spells around the blanket to prevent any strange germs and curses from flowing into the city.

In fact, many priests did not quite understand the significance of this order. When they saw the leading nun wearing the logo of the Cathedral of Our Lady of Succor on her uniform, they even wanted to go up and say hello.

After all, the Cathedral of Our Lady of Succor is the most influential church in the North, and the nuns there are famous for their loyalty throughout the kingdom.

But when the priest saw the face of the leading nun clearly, he unconsciously took a step back and increased the power of the purification barrier in his hand.

The leading nun's face was covered with foul-smelling pustules, and green fluid even flowed out of a few of the burst pustules. Her tattered nun's uniform could not cover the scars all over her body, many of which had not yet been erased, as well as many curse marks.

It was obvious that this nun had suffered inhuman abuse. Just looking at the number of curse marks on her body, the priests felt that it was incredible that this nun could survive.

"Flora! It's the Scarlet Saint Flora!"

A famous priest seemed to recognize the leading red-haired nun and shouted in shock.

All the priests and knights turned their eyes and looked at the nun called Flora.

Some people feel regretful, some people lament, and some people don’t understand.

Thanks to the influence of the Scarlet Saint, Mingming would be treated as an honored guest wherever he went. Those who had received help from the Scarlet Saint could line up from the Royal Academy to the city gate.

Even the title of Saint was just a spontaneous honorific title given by the people, and the church had already prepared the official title. Flora would only have to return to the capital to truly become a Saint canonized by the Holy See.

But before being officially conferred the title by the Holy See, Flora chose to stay in the Cathedral of Our Lady of Succor in the north to help and treat the people there.

And now, facing Flora who was covered with pus and curses, everyone unconsciously took two steps back, fearing that they would be infected by the plague and curse on her.

After a careful look, the priests discovered that all members of this refugee group seemed to have varying degrees of plague and curse, especially the nuns, whose condition was almost unbearable to look at.

No wonder the lord was so serious when entering the city this time. It was almost like a walking biochemical army.

The Scarlet Saint, who was in the lead, saw that she was recognized and could not help but want to cover her face with a nun's headscarf. However, she found that the torn nun's headscarf was completely unable to cover the abscesses on her face.

"Lady Flora, how did it become like this?"

A church pastor asked his colleague next to him while running the purification barrier with all his strength.

"I heard that the demons implanted plagues and curses. Anyway, it's not the first time. I've seen a lot of them before I escaped back, but this is the first time I've seen so many curses from Lady Flora."

"But holy water should be able to cure it, right? In order to save Lady Flora, the Church should be willing to use holy water, right?"

Obviously, the priest still had hope in his heart, but his colleague next to him said: "Holy water is not milk from the ranch. For Lady Flora, it will take a long time to wash with holy water. Does the Church really have so much holy water? And..."

The colleague said to the priest mysteriously, "Because Lady Flora has been rescuing the Cathedral of Our Lady against the demons, she has been called a sinner who destroys peace by the adults in the capital. Not only will they not use holy water to treat her, but I heard that even her title of Saint has been revoked."

"How could this be?"

The priest's brows were furrowed so tightly that they could almost pinch a fly to death, but his colleague continued, "If you ask me, this Flora is not a good person either, otherwise why didn't she commit suicide? And she came back with the curse and the plague. I'm afraid she has already surrendered to the demon clan and came back just to spread the plague!"

A nun walking on the carpet heard the whispers between the two priests and angrily retorted in a hoarse voice: "What do you know? Do you know what these demons are using to threaten us? If it weren't for Lady Flora, who knows how many people would have died outside!"

The demon cavalry who followed the group of refugees into the city directly hit the nun on the back with a wind blade. The nun's back was torn to pieces, and thick yellow-green water spilled on the carpet.

"Yes, so what? You should be grateful to the Demon King for leaving a bunch of inferior races like you with your worthless lives."

The green-skinned demon on horseback not only did not deny it, but also looked at the priests present with a tyrannical look.

Flora turned around and helped up the nun who was knocked to the ground, supporting her like an emotionless machine.

"I'm sorry, Lady Flora."

Tears welled up in the nun's eyes. She wanted to die right now, but she was being stared at by this group of demon cavalry and couldn't even commit suicide.

They could only follow the demon tribe's request and return to the North, wandering around the North, with this group of specially licensed demon cavalry watching them at all times. These demon cavalry were even allowed to get supplies from the lords in the North.

When did this world become so magical? A group of demon cavalry could spread plague in the enemy's territory and obtain supplies?

"It's okay, let's go."

Flora's eyes had long lost their luster, and she didn't know what the meaning of living was. The goddess had long abandoned her devout believers.

Now Flora can only lead this group of infected people as close as possible to the sparsely populated western part of the North, and then let them die on the road due to the curse and plague. At least this way the number of people affected will be minimized.

"I hope Isa and the others are okay."

Flora prayed devoutly in her heart. Although she thought that the goddess would never respond to her prayers again, just like her increasingly dim holy light, she still habitually hoped that Isa, who had previously led some refugees to flee, could survive.