After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

After being silent for a few seconds, perhaps intimidated by the situation here, she sighed bitterly, opened her lips which had become dry due to the wind and sand, and spoke.

"—My name is Theresa Lat Luwana. Well, as long as you can obey the wishes of our Nobo, I will use my authority as a fighter to allow you to step into this great desert."

Hearing this, he couldn't help but look towards Filia.

That guy still kept his lips tightly closed and his head turned away.

But Miss Filia, you didn't hide your gaze at me from time to time.

Well, if you want to praise someone, just say it directly. There is no need to hide it.

Never mind, you would never do that anyway.

Really, what an awkward guy.

Chapter 133 It's Different Now

"So, what are you going to do now?" Filia whispered.

The guest rooms prepared by Elizard's champion, Theresa Latte Luwana, were indeed very simple.

But it is understandable, after all, this room is prepared for people from the Kingdom of Leiden.

I'm afraid that for them, being able to entertain Filia and me to this extent is probably already very good.

Thinking of this, he pondered Filia's question for a while.

Afterwards, he rubbed his eyes, which had been seeped in by a little sand, and said, "...This is truly an unexpected situation. To be honest, I haven't thought it through yet."

As expected... As if to express this, Filia sighed deeply.

Seven large cities connected to each other, plus many small villages around them, together constitute the tribal city of Elizard.

In a cruel environment like the desert, only the strong have the right to survive, while the weak will be eliminated early.

"Speaking of which, Filia, in a sense, isn't this your utopia?"

Just as I said this in a joking manner, I noticed that Filia's expression suddenly twisted drastically.

Hmm...it seems that her aesthetics are somewhat different.

"So-called power is not just about force. Beyond that, whether it's financial resources or intelligence, it must be acquired through hard work."

"And I admire those people's efforts from the bottom of my heart, so don't compare me to those who only think about the power of force."

"That's it."

In response to Filia's glare, he could only shrug his shoulders.

This guy hasn't changed at all from the past to now.

Forget it. Anyway, the word "weak" is not gentle at all and is even a bit cruel, but it doesn't make any difference to me.

You can't achieve it by hard work alone. There are countless people who make no progress no matter how hard they try.

On the other hand, there are also people who walk forward leisurely beside those who grit their teeth and persevere - just like the geniuses who once traveled with me.

Whether it's Filia, other geniuses, or even the people of this country.

For them, lack of power is due to lack of willpower.

The number of times you’ve swung your sword, the bloodbaths you’ve experienced—in short, it’s because you don’t have enough willpower to move forward that we can conclude that you’re a weak person.

To be honest, sometimes even I feel that this idea does have some truth to it.

But, if this is the correct idea, then...

For those who have tried their best but ended up being abandoned by the world;

For those who have tried their best but still get nothing.

What a cruel idea this is?

Can we even say that people like that don't work hard enough? Can we say that everything is due to a lack of determination?

So, what can the bad guys do about those children who were abandoned by their parents in dirty alleys, who had neither money nor wisdom from childhood, and in the end only learned to steal, and were arrested, beaten, and killed for it?

After all, there was only darkness in their hearts.

Forget it. Anyway, as a weak person who has never been able to do anything before and even gave up everything, I have no right to say these words.

Although this is the case, it is correct.

But, but, things are different now, aren't they?

At least...this time there's been an attempt to change things a little bit.

Well, we have achieved some results, more or less.

Regardless of whether it is good or bad, overall, this hard-earned opportunity to start over should not be wasted... right?

Just thinking about this, I could feel something cold flowing into my internal organs.

I felt helpless, but I could only let out a breath and try to expel the stuff from my body.

"In any case, besides a pair of legs that can run, food and water are also very important. After all, humans are not the kind of creatures that can survive smoothly by relying on so-called dignity alone."

Hearing this, Filia, who was sitting on a stool, touched the pottery in front of her with her fingers and said, "Save all the water."

"Ha, yes, that's exactly what we should do...but unfortunately, there's sand in the water here."

"...The hospitality is really thoughtful."

Filia in front of him was staring at the clay pot filled with water with a twisted expression that he had never seen before.

I always feel that this picture is a bit too funny.

Although she seemed to be saying those words seriously, from this perspective, this guy seemed a little silly.

Then, just as Filia was about to continue speaking with that expression.

"The people of the Kingdom of Leiden really love to gossip..."

The Elizard fighter I had met before, Tresarath, pushed open the door of the room while muttering.

Maybe she knocked on the door, but because it was so noisy, no one noticed it at all.

Even now, Filia still seemed a little unhappy—when she saw Theresa Latte come in, she raised her eyebrows and closed her lips at the same time.

To put it nicely, she is noble, but at times like this, from her side, she has a childish stubbornness about her.

That's right, maybe it's simply because nobles like Filia have some reservations that common people can't understand.

"That's not the case. Of course, if the other person is a beautiful woman, that's another matter. Let's talk about it if you have time."

In response to the previous sarcasm, he pretended to be frivolous and responded with this.

Haha... What on earth are you doing? Am I really that childish?

Then, he complained to himself again and sighed.

As for her somewhat frivolous teasing, Theresa Latte shook her head slightly: "I'm not that free."

That attitude... As expected, if it's just about water, the people here have no room for error.

That’s right, after all, we are in a place like a desert, so we don’t want outsiders to comment on the water quality.

Then, while lost in thought alone, Theresa Latte continued.

But rather than calling it a dialogue, it would be more accurate to say that it was a one-sided notification.

"I have come to inform you of the sentence passed upon you—Noble has pardoned your disrespectful conduct."

"Therefore, no action will be taken against you for trespassing on our land, so we will treat you as our guests tonight."

"but---"

At this point, a thin veil covered the obsidian pupils of this Elizalde fighter.

(12 chapters to go)

Chapter 134 Do you think my sword is not reliable enough?

"Nobo will not pursue your trespassing on our land, so we will treat you as our guests tonight."

"but---"

At this point, a thin veil appeared over Theresa Lat's obsidian pupils.

But it was also thanks to this that we could understand how much she didn't want to say what she just said.

"However, whether or not to cooperate with you is another matter. There is an irreconcilable hatred between us and the people of the Kingdom of Leiden."

"So, after the sun rises tomorrow, please leave as soon as possible."

After finishing her words, Theresa Latte turned her back to this side.

This is understandable, after all, Filia has always looked like she doesn't want to talk to her.

So that's how it is. Is this the real way the people of Leiden and Elizard communicate?

awesome.

Ha, I mean, I've never seen anything so stupid.

"It's an easy conclusion to draw. But it's true. After all, neither Nob nor the fighters can be sacrificed easily. So, if we can just let someone else be the sacrifice, everything will be fine. It's really great."

"Hahaha—oh, um... sorry, I just remembered something happy."

After hearing her own words and laughter, Theresa Latte's body completely froze.

Oh, that’s great, it seems she is a good person.

The so-called fighters enjoyed undisputed privileges in Elizard.

They are the ones who show off their prowess in the arena and demonstrate their worth through strength.

Moreover, it is not just those who simply win the battle.

Only those who are resolute, do not use despicable means, and gain glory with their own hands and feet can get that honorable title. They are the so-called fighters.

Here, the people of Elizard prefer to use physical skills rather than weapons.

There is a saying that: in a cruel environment, physical exercise is the most important thing;

Another theory is that the ancestor of this desert country was a man obsessed with martial arts.

The specific reason is actually not clear.

Anyway, people in this country like to use their limbs as weapons to face the enemy head-on, because they think that this is the only way to fight fairly.

Even when Theresa Latte attacked her before, she could have succeeded by just attacking her from behind, but she still chose to rush towards her from the front.

In short, in this country, fighters enjoy extraordinary privileges and status.

Therefore, fighters will never be chosen as sacrifices.

"...The bastards from the Kingdom of Leiden are quite chatty indeed. Be careful what you say."

Looking back at this side, her black pupils were emitting a dangerous light, and you could see that strength was accumulating in her shoulders.

Even though he was facing away from this side, he gave people a very scary feeling.

My brain has already issued a warning, telling me that it’s better not to say any more.

Therefore, it took a lot of effort to open his lips which had become somewhat stiff.

"Who are you talking to? I'm not called the Leyden Kingdom Bastard, just like you're not called the Elizard Bastard, right? Theresa Lat Luwana."

Theresa Lat Luwana turned around, a confused look on her face.

But then, she slowly opened her lips again.

"So, Murphy...are you satisfied with this?"

After being addressed like that, my eyes widened.

Honestly, I was prepared to be attacked immediately after I called her name, but her reaction didn't seem that strong.

Does this mean that—in terms of ferocity, Filia is more powerful?

Out of the corner of his eye, he seemed to catch a glimpse of the silver hair beside him swaying slightly, but now was not the time to pay attention to that.

If they say one wrong thing next time, both of them will die.

"Very good, then, now let's start speaking the truth. I already understand what you, as a fighter, really want to say."

"So, what do you, Teresa Latte, think?"