After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

For the first time, Carnegie's movements stopped.

In an instant, in the darkness, Murphy aimed at his temple and hit him hard with the hilt of the sword.

The opponent's consciousness was taken away by this strong impact, and a special pattern was also imprinted on his defenseless head - that was the mark left by Gralin on the hilt, symbolizing the identity of the sword's forger.

After the tall and straight figure staggered and fell in the corridor, Murphy let out a deep breath.

He walked up to the other man, carefully picked up the scimitar, and broke it.

At the same time, saying so.

"I'm confident I won't lose to anyone at night. I'm really embarrassed."

Chapter 119 (5000 words)

In the deepest part of that luxurious mansion, there was an exquisitely decorated door, and Helena Alvis was behind that door.

As before, she lay fearlessly on the bed, her light red hair swaying gently.

"———It's surprisingly fast. I thought you might get lost here."

Murphy's visit was very sudden, but Helena didn't look surprised at all, as if she had known he would come.

Just as Murphy's expressionless face twisted into an expression of surprise, Helena suddenly giggled and explained.

"You know what? I have a very good ear. And not just a little bit, but a very good ear. So I knew right away that you beat my Carnegie."

"You didn't kill him, did you?" she asked again, a hint of contempt in her casual tone.

In contrast, Murphy's cheeks twitched slightly and her expression became stiff.

Is this something that can be achieved simply by having good ears?

In any case, the place where he had just knocked down the old man in the dark was a corridor far away from this room.

Therefore, this is definitely not something that can be achieved by human power alone.

No, that means if this guy wasn't lying just now, then it means she really isn't human... right?

With such doubts in mind, Murphy raised her eyes and began to examine Helena.

However, from that casual and lazy expression, it can be seen that the truth of the previous sentence has not changed at all.

"I originally wanted to return something to you. Although the current situation is a bit unexpected, there is nothing we can do. After all, the situation has changed."

Helena seemed unaware of Murphy's scrutiny as she continued talking to herself.

Or maybe she has already noticed it, but just doesn't care.

When Murphy heard her say this, he touched the hilt of the sword and repeatedly pondered this sentence in his head.

At the same time, he approached the big bed step by step, his eyes swaying left and right, searching for the guards who might be hiding in the room.

However, Helena seemed to see through his caution.

"There were no guards in the room because there was no need for one."

What does this mean? Does it mean that no one will ever come here? Or is there something else hidden?

With doubt, Murphy looked at Helena, but found that she had a charming smile on her face, as if she had seen something very interesting.

"I thought he was a shabby guy, but I didn't expect him to be so decisive. Hmm~ I like men who are decisive and upright, because I'm just the opposite."

To be honest, Murphy couldn't understand the true meaning of this sentence.

Perhaps Helena said this simply because she is someone who can speak her mind.

So Murphy really couldn't figure out which part of the sentence just now was serious and which part was a casual joke.

Maybe…if I were to be fooled by this sentence, this woman would get the answer she wanted.

Thinking of this, Murphy decided to ignore the other party's teasing.

He stared straight into those light red eyes and said, "Then give her back to me as you meant to do—there should be one, a girl kidnapped from a restaurant."

In the moment of silence, the long light red hair swayed slightly.

Then, Helena's lips uttered a light word: "Hate~ I don't like impatient men."

She seemed to be enjoying the situation—there was a knife-wielding intruder in the room, and the situation was hostile.

"Besides, I don't like others taking away things that belong to me." Helena said this with a barely perceptible coldness.

Ah, is this a rejection?

That's right, we are indeed at an overwhelming disadvantage now.

Now, although I can put the blade against Helena's neck here, I can even easily tear her white neck open.

But if I do that, all my previous preparations will be in vain.

Even if he temporarily put aside Filia, whom he wanted to take away, and directly gave up cooperation with the other party, there would still be people who would be affected by his current choice.

For example, Wood, and Selena. As long as I cut the woman's artery here, the brother and sister will never be able to walk out of the slums alive.

An organization will not immediately begin to collapse due to the lack of a head, because an organization is a group. Even if someone is suddenly missing, there will be others to fill in immediately.

Therefore, even if Helena's blood was drained here, what awaited him and the brother and sister would still be crazy revenge.

The only remaining fighting force here - himself and his group of injured confidants - were obviously unable to hide from the enemy's search, and then safely leave the slum with the seriously injured Wood and the missing Selena.

This is unavoidable because it is the nature of organizations.

It was precisely to avoid further hostility with Helena that he let Carnegie go just now and did not kill him while he was unconscious.

After all, getting Selena was one thing, getting her safely out of the slums was another.

As the leader of the organization, Helena naturally understood this very well. She was never a stupid person.

That's why after she confirmed that she didn't kill Carnegie, she thought she had interpreted his thoughts, right?

That's why she thought that this side didn't dare to attack her either, and then acted calmly, right?

Oh, of course, of course.

After all, we are very clear about the consequences and understand what will happen if we really do that.

It's just that, Helena.

You guessed wrong this time.

Murphy took two steps forward, walked to the bed, and walked in front of Helena.

He narrowed his eyes, gripped the sword with his backhand, and drew it out.

"That's it..."

As if talking to himself, he murmured softly while placing the sword in his hand on Helena's neck.

"...Helena Alves, there's no doubt that I hate you too. In fact, it's even to the point where I want to pull all your intestines out in this situation."

Faced with Murphy's threat, Helena did not resist at all, but just looked at this side with strange eyes.

Then, the soft lips opened and closed gently a few times.

This was the first time she spoke without rolling her tongue, and it was also the first time she spoke the truth from the bottom of her heart.

"A lot of people will die—"

"—Yes, but you died first, and I died last."

Murphy interrupted her with a slight nod.

There is no need to waste words anymore.

She will be killed here by herself. After all, there is no other way now. This is the only way.

This was a negotiation, but also a bayonet duel.

There cannot be any lies involved, because the other party will see through it.

So, everything has to be done with sincerity.

Their eyes intertwined.

It was clear that the pale red eyes narrowed in an instant.

Just before she was about to take action, Helena sighed deeply.

"Haha... I understand..."

Seeing that Murphy didn't respond, she simply closed her eyes, raised her hands, and spoke loudly.

"I understand now! The child is still in my hands and I will send him back safely with you. That's all I need to know, right?"

If I had to describe it, I could only say this:

The tone sounds very childish, and one can even vaguely glimpse into the unhappy heart.

Murphy's expression couldn't help but twist in surprise.

Looking at her like this, Helena pouted her lips as if she was a little dissatisfied.

Although there was no dissatisfaction expressed, Murphy still hoped to ease the situation a little if possible.

Even he found it difficult to cope with such rapid and drastic changes in expression.

"Put the sword away! I am the mistress of this place. I am responsible for what I say."

Perhaps because of paranoia or ideals, Helena showed a strange stubbornness in some place that could not be described in words.

That's why she is staring at this side with a "tsundere" look.

Are you fucking serious? You're asking me to put the knife away?

Such thoughts suddenly flooded into Murphy's mind.

However, he also understood that, judging from the current situation, even if the stalemate continued, the situation would definitely not make any progress.

So after a moment of silence, he quietly put away his sword.

However, he did not let his guard down. Instead, he narrowed his eyes and watched Helena's every move.

Helena didn't care. She just smiled, raised her lips, and said:

"Didn't I just say that I will keep my promise and won't lie to you, because this is the promise of the mistress."

But, supplements are just supplements.

But she, who was originally lying on her side on the bed, suddenly sat up and wrapped her arms around Murphy's neck.

Helena's charming face suddenly appeared in front of him, and his body stiffened unconsciously.

At that moment, I thought my neck would be strangled by the other party.

But that wasn't the case, because I didn't sense any killing intent, and the strength wasn't very great.

But this intimate action...is just like carrying someone to the bed.

I felt a little uncomfortable, but strangely, I could indeed feel those two soft lumps right on my chest.

Haha, I really don’t know what she wants to do.

In the end, I could only sigh deeply in my heart.

Helena, holding Murphy, began to say, "Although I promised you just now, the fact that I am your enemy will never change."

"Anyone who holds a knife to his own neck can only be an enemy, right?"

Helena had a smile on her face.

But within those light crimson eyes, a completely different emotion emerged—something that could be called hostility or murderous intent.

It feels... like another creature.

Helena didn't care what Murphy thought, her lips moved smoothly and she continued to speak.

"I will keep an eye on you, and the siblings too. Whether they're sleeping, eating, or even making love—"

"—You know, my eyes and ears are very powerful."

The warm, sweet breath fell on his face, but the content of the words could not help but send a chill down his spine.

There is no doubt that this is naked and pure hostility.

It is also the promise she made to this side as the hostess of the slum, which she must abide by.

Helena vividly embodies the characteristics of the identity of "master" or "boss".