After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

This means that they are now like their legs are stuck in the mud and they are unable to move at all.

But they had no choice but to move forward, because their master was still waiting for their reinforcements.

As for the situation inside the royal capital, in addition to the ignited magical flames and the rioting wanderers outside the city, there are still many places of chaos in the city.

The chaos may be big or small, but it certainly made the guards of the royal capital busy and unable to take care of themselves.

As for the Royal City Guards, they had been transferred from their respective patrol posts to the city gate to kill the thugs from the slums.

Yes, dressed in rags, trying to enter and destroy their noble capital, aren't they just the slum mob?

The mold clinging to the walls attempts to tarnish the glorious light of the Kingdom of Leiden.

Then this group of slum mobs... no, these dirty rats, must naturally be cleaned out.

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Although after what happened with Selena, Murphy was somewhat dissatisfied with old Jed's "I'm doing this for your own good" and somewhat parental behavior.

But more of it should be helplessness.

It wasn't his helplessness towards Old Jed's forced concern, but his helplessness towards himself.

If we have to put it more extremely, then the root of everything is not the planning of others, but our own powerlessness.

If you are strong enough, or just like Helena or Old Jed, you can have a huge organization serving you.

So, is it necessary to get to this point?

From this point of view, the condition given by Helena seems to have gradually changed from being something that one has to do passively to something that one wants to do actively.

As for asking him if he still trusts Old Jed...

Then the answer should still be yes, but it will not be unconditional trust like in the past.

After all, he was the master who had never done anything out of line with him. Even this time, he planned all those messy things for his own sake.

But it is precisely because of this that we can no longer trust him completely.

Putting aside the question of whether he would do such a thing in the future, if I still trust him as much as I did in the past, wouldn’t that be a betrayal of his trust?

Just like what he said before he left: "Patrick will take action in three days. Helena will help you then. Just do what you want to do."

Although I still trust this statement to a certain extent, I have also made some preparations on the premise that it is false.

Of course, it is no longer useful now.

Listen to the sound coming from within the royal capital. It is the wailing sound coming from this city that has never experienced war.

It sounds clearer in here, doesn't it?

Unfortunately, there is no time to watch it now.

Judging from the time, the Earl should be waiting for Rayleigh's reinforcements and then preparing to escape.

In this case, we have to speed up.

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"Even so, in remote taverns, some people still call me Romeo."

Filia Reinhardt thought that statement was ironic no matter what.

It's more like acting than intentional.

He couldn't help but stare at Murphy outside the window with his silver eyes, somewhat dissatisfied.

"You finally came... No, that's not right. You're too slow."

Filia raised her eyebrows and finished speaking.

But then she shuddered again, and her body, which was not afraid even of wild beasts, seemed to be shaking.

At this final moment, you're actually starting to get scared? How strange.

Thinking of this, with an expression of amazement and her eyebrows slightly lowered, Filia slowly shook her head as if trying to shake off her worries.

"Anyway, since Her Royal Highness the Princess has been imprisoned, isn't it Romeo's responsibility to rescue her? But this time it seems it's not a princess, but a noble daughter?"

Although Filia seemed a little troubled now, Murphy did not answer her question, but continued to speak in a pretentious manner.

It seems that he is ready to play this scene to the end.

However, thanks to this, Filia finally got out of her emotions.

After returning to normal, she folded her arms over her chest and watched this clumsy performance with interest.

After a while, Murphy, who was seen feeling a little embarrassed, shrugged helplessly.

"...How should I put it? You really are a willful fellow."

There's really nothing I can do... It's like trying to coax an unhappy cat.

Murphy stretched out his hand towards Filia.

Chapter 124 Ordinary Filia

"...How should I put it? He's quite a headstrong fellow."

Looking at the hand stretched out in front of him, his silver hair fluttered slightly.

Then, Filia also tried to reach out and touch that side.

But... to be honest, it still feels unreal until now.

Can I really walk?

Can I really get away?

If... just if, one day my father found out, wouldn't that person be implicated?

What kind of situation will he encounter then?

Ah, come to think of it, I never thought about the impact he would have after I was rescued by him.

I......

———So, am I such a selfish and weak guy?

With a mess of thoughts in her mind, Filia's hand remained in mid-air.

The throat also began to move slightly.

"plum---"

However, no words of fear were spoken.

As if he had been completely seen through, the words were rudely and forcefully interrupted by the guy outside the window as he opened his mouth.

"—Come to think of it, you still owe me a promise, right?"

I don't understand why this person would mention this matter here at this moment.

But, that's exactly what happened.

Previously, there had been a duel that was caused by my own willfulness.

In that duel, the victor gets an opportunity to make his own terms.

I don't know why I'm mentioning this here, but it's the truth.

This is undeniable.

Then, her silver hair danced slightly, and Filia nodded.

"In that case—then, you will be my accomplice to this 'little thief'."

Murphy's expression seemed extremely serious, as if he had considered his words for a long time before speaking.

"What?" As for Filia, she looked at Murphy, who said these meaningless words, and asked this question.

"You should know this, right? Speaking of my identity, I seem to be a thief."

Murphy shrugged nonchalantly and continued, "Now, as a thief, I have my eyes on the property in this mansion, but it is so vast that I cannot find all those treasures by myself."

"So, now I need someone familiar with this place to be my accomplice."

Having said that, he suddenly laughed again.

"It's up to you. Be my accomplice and help me take away all the valuables here."

Hearing such outrageous words, Filia's eyes widened in an instant.

However, there was no time to speak out the puzzled words in my heart.

Her slender white fingers were held by a rough hand at the moment she was stunned.

Thinking of this touch, the retreating words that should have been vented along with the doubts fell back again, brushing against the throat.

No one among the rotten knights and the upper class had such hands.

In the family, almost all the members have marks of training on their hands, which is a mark that swordsmen can be proud of.

However, no one still has such rough hands.

His hands were covered with scars, as if they had been scraped.

Maybe it's because there are some thorns in the injured area, and I always feel a little uncomfortable when touching the skin in those areas.

It can be said that there is no feeling of softness at all.

This hand is not so much masculine as it is worn out by the struggle for survival.

Uncomfortable.

The roughness of this hand——

No, it should be said that... it was so rough, almost like a beast.

Although I had taken the initiative to shake this hand, I didn't feel anything different about it at that time.

But this is the first time I've been held by such a hand.

the first time.

It was indeed the first time.

But - being held by a hand like this, the emotions have never been as exciting as they are now.

Unconsciously, Filia returned her hand.

A hint of vermilion was mixed into the fair cheeks.

This is not conscious, but unconscious.

Therefore, this was not what he meant, but a conditioned reflex action.

I repeated this excuse several times in my mind.

"—By the way, I heard there's a young lady imprisoned here. I can't do it on my own, so I'll have to trouble you to help me rescue her."

"As for your identity... I don't care. I'm just a thief anyway."

Murphy stopped using those roundabout, written honorifics to address Filia and instead pulled her arm hard.

Filia was pulled over, and the pair of black eyes that were so close to her seemed to be holding a ray of equally dark light.

My face feels hot.

"Is... is that so, um... hmm, whatever you say."

"But, you actually dared to say these things in front of me. Humph, you say others are willful, but what about yourself, you willful guy."

"Ah, but...if they really want to steal me, it's going to be a big deal, isn't it? It's really a headache, what should I do?"

All that came out of his mouth were meaningless, jumbled words, and they were so disjointed that he couldn't even make the meaning coherent.

I have no idea what I want to say.

However, I could clearly feel the heat coming from my cheeks, and it was hard to tell what my mood was at the moment.

But, they should all be positive emotions, there is no doubt about that.

Faced with these messy and incomprehensible words, Murphy seemed to be a little troubled.

However, it was only for a moment.

After trying hard to organize the meaning of his words, he cleared his throat and began to consider the words he wanted to use, and spoke.