After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

In the dim light, the courtyard trimmed by the gardener was still full of wealth and beauty.

Of course, it was illuminated by the firelight.

"That's a good point. Without them, things would be really difficult."

Amidst the clamor and shouting, the surrounding air fell silent for a moment. Murphy spoke again, "I just hope that at least some of them can survive."

They refer to the few trusted aides who work in clerical positions, in addition to the few people who have to stay to take care of Wood.

Murphy didn't ask them to do this, but perhaps out of guilt, they all came here spontaneously after learning of Murphy's plan.

Now, this group of people were like running torches, emitting their last remaining heat and setting many places in the courtyard of the mansion on fire.

The fire was small and didn't spread, but it was enough to attract attention.

So, what happens during this brief moment of catching someone's eye?

That is naturally the specialty of thieves.

If that's the case, it seems that other methods have been fully considered before.

The first thing I considered was whether I should go and find out the truth directly.

But those in power never like to let secrets leak out, and when they think of Selena's current situation, they don't want to waste too much time, so they ruled out this plan.

So, how about entering from the front with dignity as a guest?

The weapons would of course be confiscated, just like last time.

And even if I tell Helena directly and ask about Selena, I will only get a response of "I don't know".

Ultimately, this idea only exposes one's own stupidity.

Although several other plans were devised, each one was fraught with uncertainty.

In the end, the most reliable method is to rely on your own abilities and do it yourself.

Murphy's dark eyes reflected the firelight and he looked up at the sky.

He seemed to be whispering something, as if to comfort himself.

"The weather is quite nice tonight. It seems that the goddess is still on my side for now."

The moon was hidden behind dark clouds, and the already weak moonlight completely disappeared.

But in the darkness, the appearance of the mansion was clearly visible.

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Murphy sneaked into Helena's mansion.

Luxurious crafts can be seen everywhere in the corridor, just like in previous visits.

The only difference is that the servants who should have been busy working are now nowhere to be seen.

Only the flame of the candlestick mounted on the wall was swaying gently, which looked very monotonous.

It seems that the effect of the commotion is more obvious than imagined.

At first, Murphy thought that the servants should be kept in a certain number.

Or is it that there weren't many people in this mansion in the middle of the night?

Murphy let out a small breath as he slowly wrapped his fingers around the hilt of the sword and pulled it out.

In any case, there isn't much time left now.

Whether it was the riots outside or the date Selena was traded.

The first priority, then, should be to find Selena, who is hiding somewhere in this mansion, as soon as possible.

And this happened without anyone noticing. This was the best idea for Murphy at the time.

But now, that idea appears to have been rejected.

"...I didn't ask you to lead the way."

In the dark corridor lit only by candles, Murphy spoke to the shadow approaching with footsteps.

I'm afraid he made the footsteps on purpose to let us know. It seems that he disguised himself quite well before... Murphy thought.

And at the moment he finished speaking, an old man with a wrinkled face appeared in the darkness.

To Murphy, this man seemed to have a strange courage.

Although it is tall and straight, it is more likely the shocking power generated by its own accumulation over time.

"You are...Oh! You are Mr. Murphy." The old man - Carnegie seemed a little surprised. After a brief look at this side, he bowed slightly politely.

But then he raised his head and changed the subject.

"It's so late, and Miss Helena has just gone to bed. Please go back."

"I'm sorry to trouble you, Mr. Murphy."

Faced with the other party's obvious intention to expel him, Murphy did not make any statement.

He stood at the end of the corridor and looked around, and suddenly realized that apart from this man, there was no one else around who looked like a private soldier.

Did he not have time to call out? Or was he hiding somewhere out of sight?

No...after all, why was my sneaking in exposed so quickly?

He was obviously only somewhat confident in his own dirty tricks, but this was too accidental.

With such thoughts in mind, Murphy narrowed her eyes slightly and looked at Carnegie who was staring at her.

No matter what, this man is standing in front of her, and this reality will not be changed.

"You have a reason for visiting me so late at night. Don't you know what's going on? If necessary, I can go to the hostess's bedroom and tell you slowly—"

"--How is it?" Murphy said with provocation, still staring at Carnegie.

Then, a piece of information suddenly came into view, which made Murphy, who was highly concentrated, stunned for a moment.

At the same time, Carnegie responded to his provocation without any fuss.

"Please leave, even if—"

A curved line cut through the sky.

"—My body can no longer move."

Murphy quickly recovered from his daze and reflexively swung his sword, aiming at the line.

His eyes moved slightly and he saw a gray blade.

At the same time, he felt a sharp pain under his eyes.

Then, he kicked hard on the floor of the corridor and escaped from the confrontation.

Although I originally wanted to deflect the blade, it seemed too late because I could already feel the sharp pain of the cut on my cheek.

The first blow was aimed at the eyes, which was really vicious and experienced.

When Murphy reflexively began to judge the other party's strength, as if he didn't want him to keep his distance, the gray track flashed again.

Very sharp and very fast.

Murphy exerted force with his ankles, twisted his body, and raised his sword to prepare for the attack.

——clang, hum!

Silver and gray meshed together, and another flash of light flickered in the darkness.

Hold the long sword in both hands and spread your legs.

The blade had been torn open, but the curved tip that had not been torn open suddenly tore the side of the abdomen.

At the same time, blood began to spurt out.

This knife, is it correct?... Murphy couldn't help but curse in his heart.

Carnegie held a curved blade in his hand, like a scimitar used for hunting.

Because the blade is short, it can be quickly drawn back and used for chopping.

Even though he was using such a tricky weapon, his tall figure possessed an aggressive quality when wielding the scimitar.

Moreover, it seemed to be faithful only to the most basic slashing movements, and could even be used as a blueprint for learning martial arts.

Even the sinister sword skills of old Jed that he had seen many years ago seemed to be traced back to those few slashes just now.

This strange feeling, which I have never encountered before, is really disgusting.

I don't know if it's because he doesn't want to give his opponent time to think, or if that's just his personality.

Carnegie didn't give Murphy a chance to catch his breath, and ran quickly to shorten the distance.

He was able to fight in such a narrow space, and he also knew how to use his longer arms and quickly approaching body to make up for the lack of weapon length.

This guy is an absolute master.

But since the other party is now approaching, is there any need to hesitate?

At this distance, if they stab each other, they can directly cut off each other's necks.

In a small space like the corridor, the conditions for both of them are the same.

Then, there is no need to continue to be anxious.

Thinking of this, Murphy let out a breath and adjusted his breathing and his racing thoughts.

Then, he aimed the long sword in his right hand at the gray blade that was rushing towards him.

The swords clashed, and in the darkness where only the candlelight flickered, another different light suddenly flashed.

Murphy deflected the curved hunting knife, then planned to use his left hand to pull out the dagger that had been hidden at his waist and stab the opponent in the side of the head.

However, a new attack came, forcing him to abandon his plan and use the dagger that was already ready to bite the blow to avoid being beheaded by the opponent.

This was a powerful thrust, completely different from the previous moves that emphasized speed.

He knew that his intentions had been seen through, and that was why the old man changed his attack method.

She is really the complete opposite of that tall and straight appearance, slender and smart.

To be honest, although my strength is indeed stronger, the curved tip of the knife is slowly approaching my face.

So even if you have caught the opponent's curved blade with a dagger, the tip of the blade will eventually squeeze in little by little.

Although he could still block it now, Murphy had a hunch that his head would be pierced in a few seconds.

So he swung the sword in his right hand, trying to shake the opponent's posture as much as possible, while speeding up his pace to move his body backward to keep a distance from the opponent.

Then, quickly throw the dagger.

In this dim corridor, the black light broke the silence and danced in the air.

The target was Carnegie's neck.

Of course, his reactions were also very quick and his movements were quite smooth.

After realizing that it was too late to swing the scimitar he had used to block the longsword again to stop the dagger, he moved his shoulder slightly and avoided the flying dagger with the smallest possible amplitude.

It was a flawless move.

The dagger caressed the air in the corridor, passed through where the man's neck was originally, and then flew towards the candlestick placed on the wall.

The candle was cut by the dagger, and then the candle flame naturally went out.

At that moment, Murphy did see Carnegie's pupils shrink and his eyes widen.

If the only source of light disappears, darkness will fall.

The moon outside the window had long been hidden behind the dark clouds, and the weak light of the fire was of little help.

Now, the hallway looks like it's been painted with a layer of black paint.

Carnegie swung the scimitar in his hand without hesitation.

This extremely natural trajectory is probably the result of years of practice.

The space where the opponent's scimitar passed was where he stayed before the candlelight disappeared.

Maybe it was because it was dark and I thought I had no time to react.

The scimitar rushed towards the target at the shortest distance, and then continued to break through.