After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

Just because of this, my feet reflexively stepped on the ground hard - that tone of voice showed that Filia was not joking now, so it was better to obey her words.

Of course, at this time, the action is not taken after thinking, but simply out of physical instinct.

However, judging by the result, it should be the correct judgment—a silver line pierced across his cheek, and something fell in front of him.

Then——

———Click!

The sound of two kinds of iron tools rubbing against each other and biting each other echoed in the air.

For a moment, I couldn't comprehend what flew out from in front of me.

The only thing that could be understood was that something humanoid seemed to have rushed towards them, but was blocked by Filia.

Chapter 131 Negotiation

When that person rushed over, there was no reaction at all, and the speed of drawing the sword was too slow... Was it because he was next to Filia that he slacked off?

Thinking of this, my eyes widened involuntarily.

But then, he took a deep breath and tried hard to concentrate, because now was not the time to think about these unimportant things.

Well, that's good. I can feel my heart calming down.

So, he opened his eyes and began to re-examine the situation in front of him—perhaps because the previous attack did not work, the guy had retreated to a considerable distance.

Turning to look over there, I realized that the man was slightly bigger than Filia.

The man's hands and legs were covered in heavy protective gear that was completely disproportionate to his agile movements, and he was also wearing gorgeous clothes made of dyes completely different from those used in the Kingdom of Leiden.

Then, the origin of this person is clear.

———A champion of Elizard, a soldier who gave his heart to the tribe.

The girl lightly kicked the heavy legs that looked heavy just by looking at them, and spoke in a high-pitched voice. Judging from the voice alone, she looked like she could even be called a girl.

"Welcome, if you are not ignorant and rude Leyton bastards."

The fighter raised his head and said so.

Although he was saying things like "Welcome", this guy launched a violent attack on his side without understanding the situation at all.

So I understood instantly—contrary to what he said, this guy had no intention of welcoming us at all.

This is really not good.

No, it can even be said that this is the worst situation.

This guy must be a tribal fighter whose territory is the border. After all, patrolling the border area is what they often do.

In any case, at this time, the Kingdom of Leiden and Elizard have not yet reconciled, and the people of the two countries still have an innate aversion to each other.

Once the people of the Kingdom of Leiden step into their territory, they will be crushed by their iron fist. In a sense, this is natural.

If it's the other way around, the situation is exactly the same.

Unconsciously, I let out a long sigh.

Haha... That's exactly why I want to go to Elizalde alone. After all, if I'm alone, I can pretend to be from any country.

However, Filia could not understand this at all, and she would never do such a thing.

Because she was originally a noble, and even as one of the only two earl families in the Kingdom of Leiden, it is not a big problem to say that the blood flowing in her body is the main bloodline of the Kingdom of Leiden.

His handsome appearance was probably a combination of the iconic features of the people of the Kingdom of Leiden, just as described in the stories of the group of bards.

Moreover, there is one most important reason, which is that Filia cannot carry out such deception.

Therefore, in response to the shout from the fighter in front of her, Filia raised her sword and raised her head.

"Welcome! For a barbarian tribe that only knows how to wave its fists, the etiquette of the Kingdom of Leiden is very strict."

Filia would never deny the fact that she was from the Kingdom of Leiden, she would only speak the truth frankly.

That's why I just said this is the worst case scenario.

The silver-haired knight Filia Reinhardt gently flipped the long sword in her hand, and her sharp silver eyes stared directly at the enemy in front of her, giving people a sense of sharpness that could cut through anything.

Facing Filia was an Elizalde warrior wearing heavy black armor.

The combination of short black hair and taut cheeks will undoubtedly leave a deep impression on people. The skin tanned by the sun and the feet also reflect a healthy glow under the sun.

They are obviously two completely different people, but their auras are very similar.

If Filia is a ferocious lion, then this Elizalde fighter is a leopard with bared fangs.

It is completely impossible to reconcile or communicate. The only thing that is consistent in the hearts of the two people is probably their hostility towards each other.

And then, just like until now, the moment when each other's fangs - swords and foot tools collided again.

There was a sound coming from the distance, the sound of something huge crawling on the ground.

It was the sound of something slowly, slowly approaching this side while shaking its huge body.

My cheeks twitched involuntarily.

The warm sunlight can no longer support the body, and the spine seems to be covered by something inexplicably cold.

———His limbs were broken, blood covered the ground, and he fell heavily in a pool of blood.

That scene suddenly appeared clearly in my mind.

I remembered, the sound of disaster.

This indescribable sound alone is enough to scare all living things around it.

And he wasn't the only one who responded to that voice—the Elizard fighter did the same.

The corners of her eyes suddenly twitched violently. It seemed that this guy also knew what the arrival of this voice meant.

"Have you lured the Thousand-Footed Lord here? You really are good at inviting disaster, you Layton bastard."

The fighter's expression became distorted, his eyes gradually became sinister, and his limbs began to spasm slightly.

The hostility that had never been hidden in the first place now became even stronger.

This is really not good. Filia probably doesn't know what this guy means, but she will definitely respond to this naked malice with a sword.

And the worst thing is that we have lost our carriages, and even our food and water have been abandoned.

Therefore, whether returning to the Kingdom of Leiden from here or going to the original destination, Crossmaria, it can no longer be achieved by one's own strength.

If the operation is to continue, cooperation with Elizalde is essential, as originally envisioned.

He threw the knife in his hand toward the open space in front of him and raised his hand.

Then, he just responded to Filia's surprised look with his eyes and continued to walk forward.

"Calm down. We're not here to fight. That demon beast—it's the Thousand-legged Lord, right? We're here to warn him off."

Of course, this statement is pure nonsense.

But in order to calm the situation, some lies are necessary.

Anyway, even if I tell the truth here, it will only deepen the other party's suspicion. After all, humans are creatures that always regard words that they are more likely to accept as the truth.

Then, just provide an explanation that the other party can most accept.

Chapter 132 The Awkward Guy

He raised his hands, paused, and communicated with the fighter in front of him with his eyes and mouth.

Although we haven't lifted our guard yet, at least we should be able to have simple communication, so there shouldn't be any problem.

After shaking the huge foot a little, the fighter spoke. Judging from the way she opened and closed her mouth several times, she must have been carefully choosing her words.

"'On guard...' is a convenient word. But that swordsman over there doesn't look like he's here for that. And... he's just on guard. There's no reason for him to consider the Thousand-legged Master an enemy, right?"

The fighter continued to stare at Filia fiercely, as if he wanted to return the harsh words he had been given before.

But the moment he heard those words, his face couldn't help but relax a little.

Because just now, a certain idea suddenly came to my mind - if she is the target, the current problem should be solved well.

If the other party were to wave their weapons silently at this moment, or show their unique values, there would be nothing we could do.

But as long as they respond after hearing what is said here, it will be much easier.

Filia's eyes swept over the fighter's arms, she snorted, and pouted in dissatisfaction.

But let’s put the situation over there aside for now, after all, the current issue has not been completely resolved.

"Because we were attacked by that guy before, we're a bit paranoid. And you should also know that the Thousand-legged Lord caused considerable damage to the villages in the Kingdom of Leiden, right? So we can't let that guy go."

"How is it? I think there are some areas where we can cooperate."

Having said that, I paused for a moment, pretending to give the other person time to think. Then, in order to shorten the other person's thinking time and increase the possibility of persuading the other person, I immediately added:

"Besides, it's not good to stay here too long. The movement behind me hasn't disappeared yet. Although I don't know if that guy has noticed this side, it is definitely nearby now."

The fighter was staring at this side as if he could see through her heart completely.

Beautiful eyes reminiscent of crystal are a characteristic of the Elizards.

Even though it often displays the brutality of a bird of prey, those eyes truly possess a beauty worthy of the name obsidian.

After a few seconds of silence, she remained wary, her lips parted as she spoke, "It's hard for me to believe that. I hate people who only talk big. They're often unwilling and unable to face danger themselves."

Well, this sentence is very true.

Just as she said, for the Elizard people, people like her who only talk the talk are the most hated by them.

But... could you please not say it directly like that? It's very hurtful.

"Besides, we are not as taboo against the Thousand-legged Lord as you are. Although we do hold it in awe, it is also a symbol of the power of our faith—"

Hearing this, he couldn't help but take a breath, concentrate his strength around his toes, and grip the ground firmly.

Then, speak up and interrupt the other person.

"———Stop lying to each other, okay? I've got your intelligence. Your Nobo is also worried about that guy, right? How many people have been sacrificed so far, huh?"

"Nobo" refers to the representatives of tribal cities like Elizard.

Although he is the actual leader, he is not quite the same as the king. Well... if we put it in a more understandable way, "Nobo" is a local noble with enough power.

This means that the fighters of Elizard do not serve the king, but the Nobos in various places.

Because of this, if Nobo was dragged into this, she wouldn't be able to extricate herself easily.

Moreover, Elizard was indeed troubled by the magical beast called the Thousand-legged Lord.

In the tribal cities nearby, people basically go to regularly provide for the Thousand-legged Lord by using the weak...such as the elderly and children.

I remember hearing something like this before—it seemed like it was trying to stabilize the monster's emotions?

Well, I think I'm not mistaken.

So, for the Elizard fighters who are known for their bravery, this must be something difficult to accept?

But they still did it, which proves one thing very well—the Lord of the Thousand Legs is worthy of them doing so.

So, while the iron was hot, he said to the fighter in front of him, whose pupils were dilated and the corners of his mouth were twisted, "Let's introduce ourselves to each other first."

As he spoke, he gave his own name and also told the other party Filia's name.

Hmm... But Filia completely closed her lips and looked away as if she didn't like being on her own.

You can't not introduce yourself here... Haha, I don't know what's wrong with you, but please be patient, young lady.

Thinking of this, after glancing at Filia, he turned his gaze back to the fighter in front of him.

Although it was just a brief conversation, it was easy to tell that this guy was a straightforward person who wouldn't do anything roundabout.

It's not that I don't like it, it's just that I simply can't do it.

The tears now swirling in those obsidian eyes are the best proof.

But, well, I always feel a little sorry for making such a young girl cry.

In fact, there is no need to accept the request here. Just use them as you like when the time comes and then kick them away.

But this guy is the kind of person who is totally incapable of doing such a thing.

Ah, that's great.

At least from this point of view, it is really a blessing to be able to meet such a guy.