After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

Only two people should have known about this matter from beginning to end - one is old Jed, and the other is Helena.

By now, even a fool could see that there was a connection between him and Helena, and it could even be said that they knew each other very well.

The reason I said this is because... I clearly never told anyone about the deal I made with Helena that night, including the condition of helping her become the boss of the slums.

But old Jed happened to know about it, and he even withdrew his people in advance, so that Helena would lose a powerful opponent and could better move into that position.

Then everything makes sense. Helena would "fall out" and send people to injure Wood and capture Selena. This might be part of his plan.

All of this was to allow him to participate in the trial planned by him and Helena as a "challenger".

His purpose in doing these things should not be to hurt himself or to hurt Selena and her siblings, who are close to him.

After all, the reason why Helena let him and Selena go was probably because he had greeted the other party before.

As for what it is specifically...it's still hard to say.

But I can guess part of it.

It's probably a kind of concern...and warning to the disciple who is about to leave the protection of the master.

Remind yourself not to easily give your trust to others when you are outside - that's probably it.

To be honest, after figuring all this out, I did feel a little angry.

At one point, I even felt like I was being deceived by someone I trusted, and that my hopes were being forced upon me by my "parents."

This feeling is not pleasant, even disgusting.

But soon, he calmed down again.

From the past to the present, it can be said that apart from some strange pranks, Old Jed has never done anything bad to himself.

You can understand that everything the other person does, including what happened this time, is actually for yourself.

There is no doubt about this, after all, he is even willing to sacrifice his life for himself.

What else is there to say?

......anger?

Do I really have the right to be angry with my master who cares about me so much?

However, although I can understand his good intentions, if possible, I still hope that he can do less of this kind of thing.

After all, it is better to have less of this kind of extremely heavy "love" from the master.

To be honest, I definitely don’t want to experience things like breaking into the “big boss’s” territory alone to rescue people a second time.

Surrounded by all kinds of thoughts.

Murphy sat in the chair and sighed resignedly.

Chapter 122 Philia's Smile

If you really want to go, it's too late to go through the main entrance, but there are shortcuts.

Thinking about these words, Murphy stood in the sewer in the slums.

Where will the sewage from the royal capital eventually be discharged? This is a question that can be answered without even thinking.

Ditches used to drain filth are scattered throughout the underground of the royal capital, and these interconnected drainage ditches converge on the same main road.

Eventually, it flows all the way to the slums.

But because of this, things from the slums can also be returned to the royal capital from here.

Although it is used as a drainage channel, this sewer cannot accommodate too many people, but... if there is only one person, a small boat can be used.

As for the boat, of course it was already ready, after all, it was already the third day.

Three days is enough time to do a lot of things, and Selena has been sent directly back to Lars.

Although Wood's body has not yet fully recovered, he has recovered to the point where he can travel long distances.

As for the rest...there doesn't seem to be anything worth writing about. After all, I'm just a lonely person and there aren't that many things to worry about.

In that case, let’s go.

Murphy jumped in, murmuring as if to encourage herself, drifting in the wind.

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Recently, Filia has been in a very good mood, which has become a topic of discussion among the few servants.

Filia Reinhardt's features were so handsome that they reminded one of a well-honed sword, and her swordsmanship, wielded with slender wrists, possessed an unimaginably sharp edge.

She was cold and ruthless in battle, but she was completely different when it came to her servants—an attitude that could definitely be described as kind.

This kind of Filia is just like the legendary swordsman that everyone would admire.

Therefore, in this mansion, especially among the servants, her mood would become the topic of the day.

Rather than saying it is respect or admiration, it is more like a different kind of emotion.

Ever since they came to this mansion and began taking care of Filia a few years ago, everything about her, no matter how big or small, would become a rumor among their group of servants.

This has not changed even today.

"You seem to be in a good mood... Miss Filia..."

In response to the maid's carefully considered words, Filia, who was sitting by the window looking out, turned around and said, "No need for honorifics."

Just as the rumors said, Filia seemed to be in a really good mood.

Even though his words were not gentle, his cheeks, which had been tense before, relaxed a little, and his eyes, which always had a sharp look, softened at this moment.

In fact, Filia's heart was so happy that it almost burst out of her chest, and the light emanating from her pupils was like that of a young child.

If this is the case, then it is not surprising that some joy is shown in the attitude.

Despite this, Filia asked in a calm voice that suppressed her joy, "What's the matter?"

"No... Miss Filia, it's nothing. I just came to remind you to pack your luggage. Master Patrick said he will leave tonight."

In response to this, Filia just shrugged slightly, indicating that she understood.

As the servant closed the door and left, she still stood by the window without moving, only her silver hair fluttering slightly in the wind outside.

In fact, she had been in a very bad mood until that day.

This is especially true after hearing that she had been secretly engaged.

The servants in the mansion all said that Miss Filia had grown up and knew how to share the worries of her beloved father, so she looked calm after hearing the news.

However, it is not.

I thought the future would be full of freedom, but one day I suddenly realized that that vision could no longer be realized.

There is nothing except the annoying classes and family affairs every day.

Without a sword, there is no freedom.

Maybe she will have to marry some unknown nobleman.

Such extremely boring days may last a lifetime. When Filia thought of this, her heart was filled with anxiety.

The feeling drove her crazy and made her want to break free.

For this reason, she secretly left home and ran to Lars to find her best friend Candice.

But she knew that she would be caught sooner or later.

So, after being defeated by someone, she found an excuse to hide her yearning for freedom in her heart, buried her natural unwillingness to settle down, and was taken home obediently.

Believing she would never be free again, she hid those things deep in her heart and never showed them to anyone.

Except for that person he unexpectedly met again when his sword was taken away by his father and he was confined to the attic every day to learn boring etiquette courses, and gradually resigned himself to his fate in the future.

Whenever I think about what happened that day, I feel like laughing out loud.

The man carried wings made of moonlight on his back, blocking out the darkness that seemed to be swallowing him.

Why did I think that at that time?

Even now, I ask myself this question from time to time.

But there is no doubt that at that time, there was indeed a slight feeling of throbbing in my heart.

"If it's you, then as long as you think about it, you can definitely do it."

"Only because you are Filia Reinhardt."

There are simply no words to express the joy I felt when he acknowledged me, even though I had given up on myself.

The blood in the body began to flow faster, as if he had drunk a high-concentration beer.

"Do you want to leave here? Leave this iron cage that holds the canary?"

As he uttered these disconcerting words lightly, my heart was filled with anticipation and anxiety, beating at an unprecedented frequency.

Filia still remembered that even in the past, when she was fighting against large monsters in the maze, her fingertips did not tremble, but at that time, they were shaking slightly.

He wanted to steal the earl's daughter while posing as a commoner.

When she understood the intention behind those words, Filia couldn't help but let out a "puff" sound.

Although I didn't know why I wanted to laugh, I didn't look down on him or laugh at him.

The sound coming from his throat was not so much from hearing joyful words, but rather from the peaceful emotions swaying in his heart.

"Will you really come tonight?"

Although he was talking to himself with a sigh, the face reflected in the window was wearing a beautiful smile.

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I just did some calculations, and it seems like the updates I owe are getting more and more.

I paid back two of the 10 chapters I owed due to hospitalization, and I still owe 8 chapters.

I still owe 5000 words and two and a half chapters of updates in the past two days, which adds up to 10 and a half chapters.

This Thursday I will start the mid-term defense of my graduation thesis, so things may not be stable over the next two days and I may owe some money. I apologize in advance.

The outstanding chapters will be paid back after the defense and must be paid back before the end of April.

This is the first update of the day, there will be another one later.

Chapter 123 "Romeo" and "Princess"

The square in the center of the royal capital has been set on fire.

The guards who went to put out the fire rushed in like blood into the heart, and water was poured on the flames, but they still could not put it out.

That was the flame ignited by the magician, and it was inherently difficult to extinguish.

Pretty convenient, isn't it?

As for the magicians in the city who could extinguish the flames, they all seemed to have their own things to do recently. Almost all of them left the capital, leaving only a few to guard the gate.

Since they were left behind to guard the gate, they naturally could not go out at will. After all, each of them had their own tasks.

Of course, it's not just that.

In addition to the inexplicable flames, a group of wanderers suddenly appeared outside the city.

They were wearing tattered clothes and were outside the four gates of the royal capital, trying to break through the guards and enter the capital.

It was as if they appeared suddenly. The guards did not receive any news at all and naturally did not send any additional manpower. However, the group of people became larger and larger as time went by.

Perhaps because he couldn't bear the pressure, one of the guards suddenly drew his sword and swung it at the person closest to him before the reinforcements arrived.

Then, the man covered his wound and slowly fell into a pool of blood.

As if the pause button had been pressed, the surroundings fell into an eerie silence.

But it was only a brief moment. After that moment, the flow of people, which was already like a rushing river, suddenly rioted.

This rushing river eventually turned into a tsunami.

They only held out for a moment before the security guards who stayed at the door were all killed by the armed wanderers who were mixed in the crowd.

When the city gates were breached, the wanderers rushed into the capital and began to destroy and loot wantonly.

Mixed in with this group of people, a team of private soldiers with orderly and swift movements, led by a young human swordsman, wanted to sneak into the royal capital. Their target was the noble mansion in the West District.

However, because the number of vagrants was too large and too chaotic, and in order to avoid the initial impact, they had previously hidden deep in the crowd.