After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

"Try it." He pointed to the pot and motioned Bray to try it.

Bray, who had been watching Murphy cook, moved his throat slightly.

...I don’t dare to drink.

He didn't know why Murphy mixed so many ingredients into one pot and cooked them together, nor did he know why he added milk to the soup just now.

But none of this matters. When Murphy was drinking the soup, Bray, who had been observing his expression, knew that the soup might not taste very good.

But so what? Master Murphy made the soup, and I had to finish it even if I cried.

After all, Master Murphy set an example by drinking up the soup himself.

Bray looked at the soup in the pot with a serious expression, and with trembling hands he scooped up half a bowl for himself.

Then he closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and poured the soup into his mouth in one gulp.

It is better to suffer a short pain than a long one. His idea is very good.

But he forgot one thing, the soup in the pot had just been cooked. Although it had been taken off the campfire a long time ago, it was still very hot, so even Murphy himself didn't dare to drink it in one gulp.

Naturally, Bray exploded, and before he could swallow the soup despite the pain, his body's protective mechanism made him spit it out.

But even so, his mouth was still burned.

"..."

Looking at Bray's eyes that were red and about to cry, Murphy was stunned into silence.

But he still quickly took him to the river and gave him emergency treatment with cold water.

Fortunately, there was not so much soup, and it was not as hot as at the beginning, otherwise he would probably have lost his life here today.

After dealing with it, Murphy sent him back into the tent.

Looking at Bray lying unconscious on the carpet, Murphy sighed deeply.

I have to stay up all night again tonight.

He directly excluded Filia because even when she was in the brave team, Filia did not keep watch.

"Come to think of it, why hasn't she come down yet..."

Murphy turned her head to look at the carriage. Although there was the light from the campfire, it was still pitch black there.

After sitting by the fire and thinking for a while, Murphy filled a new bowl with soup and walked towards the carriage.

He lifted the curtain and placed the bowl of soup on the wooden board of the sedan chair.

Then he lowered the curtain again. Before leaving, he did not forget to remind people: "Be careful, it's hot. A fool almost got burned to death just now."

"Remember to sleep over there in the tent tonight. It's already been set up for you. The one on the left is yours. Don't go into the wrong one when the time comes."

The car was silent, and Filia did not respond to his kind reminder.

Murphy shrugged and turned away.

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The night sky dotted with a few stars was beautiful, but looking at the empty darkness, Murphy always felt a little cold.

He added a few more sticks to the fire to make the flames burn more fiercely.

By the way, he also poured himself a bowl of hot soup, hoping to warm his body with the soup that he had heated up again.

There was still a lot left in the pot. After all, soup is something that you cook in a big pot and you can never finish it.

In addition, Bray just pounced after taking a small sip, and Filia only drank a bowl, and it was Murphy who helped him take it. I don’t know what her evaluation was.

In short, Murphy had to deal with the remaining soup slowly by herself.

While drinking the soup in silence and looking at the firewood that was burning and crackling, Murphy's thoughts had long drifted away.

That’s what it’s like late at night. The unique quiet environment at night always makes people start to daydream unconsciously.

It has been almost two weeks since the rebirth, and everything seems to be going in the right direction: Old Jed is not dead, the mice are still alive and well, and the misunderstandings about Candice and Filia have been resolved.

And Murphy also left the border town of Lars for the first time and embarked on an adventure of his own, although he was followed by two burdens, one of whom was even his former teammate.

But this is nothing, because this is Murphy's first step in the true sense.

Thinking of this, Murphy unconsciously smiled.

But even though it was a smile, it was uglier than crying.

Murphy's whole face wrinkled up, and he was trying hard to suppress the strange emotions in his heart.

Yes, everything is changing for the better, but Murphy can't help wanting to cry.

It was a very strange thing, and one that Murphy herself didn't quite understand.

Was it because of happiness? Or something else? I didn't know what it was, but it definitely wasn't because of sadness that I wanted to cry.

Because everyone is still alive and well now, and no one has died inexplicably and worthlessly because of me.

Gradually, Murphy's body began to tremble, but he still didn't make any sound.

"Are you...crying?"

Chapter 66 Indirect Kiss? Not Existing

"Are you...crying?"

There was hesitation in his voice, and a hint of barely perceptible concern.

Hearing the voice coming from the opposite side, Murphy's body, which had been trembling slightly just now, froze.

He slowly raised his head and saw a dazzling silver.

The silver hair was glowing with a hazy light, which contrasted with the silver moon that illuminated it. The dazzling silver hair under the haze even overshadowed the beauty of the moon itself.

The owner of the previous voice was Filia, who had gotten off the carriage at some point.

In fact, at the beginning, Filia was planning to stay in the carriage and pretend to be dead. After all, she had been riding with Murphy in that state for a whole day and had not greeted him properly.

If I suddenly run down and meet him now, I always feel it will be very embarrassing.

This was actually the reason why she had been sitting in the carriage with her legs hugged for the entire day. She had recovered long ago, but she just couldn't bring herself to do it.

However, after finishing the soup Murphy brought her because of her stomach, she inexplicably became even hungrier.

Although she didn't know the specific reason, she always felt that the soup tasted good and surprisingly suited her taste.

Unable to contain her hunger, Filia hesitated for a while and then quietly got out of the car to get another bowl for herself.

As she got closer, she discovered Murphy was trembling silently.

She had never encountered such a situation before and didn't know what to do for a moment.

At first she was thinking about whether she should sneak back to the carriage and pretend to be dead, but then she thought of the delicious bowl of soup that Murphy brought her and what he had said to her earlier.

Filia, who was in a dilemma, finally chose to stay and try to comfort Murphy.

But ever since she asked the question, Murphy just kept looking at her without saying anything.

In fact, Filia knew that she shouldn't have said that just now. After all, if she said that in that situation, it was certain that the embarrassing situation would occur now.

But who can blame her for not being able to speak?

Now that everything is said and done, what else can I do? I can’t go back to the time before, so I can only find a way to break the awkwardness.

Filia coughed lightly twice, slightly easing the gradually solidifying air.

At the same time, she raised the empty bowl in her hand to Murphy.

"I just came over to get a bowl of soup." She added, "Um...did you cook it? It's quite delicious."

After she finished speaking, she didn't wait for Murphy to react, but sat down opposite Murphy and served herself a bowl of soup with a spoon.

Then, she began to pretend to blow on the wooden bowl. When the soup cooled down a little, she began to drink it in small sips.

In her heart, she was always thinking about how to comfort Murphy.

Murphy didn't know what she was thinking, she just kept watching her series of actions.

In fact, he didn't feel embarrassed because he didn't cry at all.

The reason he was trembling all over was because he was thinking about all sorts of random things, which caused him to not pay attention when drinking the soup and burn his tongue.

Just now, Murphy was actually still wondering why he didn't notice Filia's arrival.

As a result, by the time he realized Filia's question and just figured out how to answer it, Filia had already sat down opposite him.

The final result was that Murphy silently looked at Filia who was drinking soup, wondering whether he should explain to her that he was not actually crying.

Filia had finished her soup, so she filled another bowl.

However, just when Murphy thought she hadn't drunk enough, she handed the bowl of soup over again: "Drink some, you will get better slowly."

Murphy stared at the bowl of thick soup held by Filia, not knowing how to react.

At this time, Filia continued, "That's what you just said, didn't you?"

"Food is the best medicine to cure troubles. That's right, right?"

"Could it be... Filia is trying to comfort me?"

Murphy, who understood this, finally decided to explain the matter clearly in order to prevent the misunderstanding from getting worse.

“…I wasn’t actually crying just now.”

"I know, it's okay, I know everything."

What?

What on earth did you know?

Looking at Filia with an expression of "I know everything", Murphy was dumbfounded, but he still explained again: "No, I really am not——"

"I know. Come, drink the soup. Everything will get better slowly."

"..."

Forget it, let’s just misunderstand.

Seeing that he couldn't beat Filia at all, Murphy started fighting directly.

He decided not to dwell on this matter any longer, so he took the bowl of soup and began to drink it slowly.

Seeing that he was obedient, Filia nodded with satisfaction, reached out and took the wooden bowl next to Murphy, and poured herself another bowl of soup.

She didn't drink enough because the soup Murphy cooked was really delicious.

What? Indirect kiss? That doesn't exist.

Who cares about this anymore? Not even Murphy.

Not to mention Filia, who is a martial artist. And after all, Filia doesn't have any special feelings towards Murphy for the time being, so she doesn't have any special expression about sharing a bowl.

The two of them drank bowl after bowl, and half of the pot of soup was finished.

During this period, Filia seemed to want to comfort Murphy by self-destructing, but he found out and stopped her.

Murphy knew very well that it was indeed pleasant to blow up when a friend was upset, but it would be fine if the truth was not known at that time;

If I knew that my friend was actually fine and I was the only one trying to comfort him like a clown...

Well, Murphy didn't want to think about it anymore.

Anyway, the ending is either that Filia secretly shuts herself off, or that she gets angry and beats herself or Murphy to vent her frustration.

"Ha! It's delicious!"

Filia leaned back and patted her belly comfortably.

Murphy was slightly stunned when he saw her carefree and unpretentious look.

This person... is indeed Filia.

Thinking of this, the corners of his mouth curled up unconsciously, and he didn't even notice it.

After all, ever since Murphy met Filia in this life, she has always been polite.

While there's nothing wrong with this, it might be because Murphy spent more time with the real Filia.

He was always a little uncomfortable with Filia's current pretentious politeness.

Chapter 67 Wiping Mouth with Quilt