After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

For a moment, Theresa Latte's face darkened as if she couldn't understand.

However, I already have some idea of ​​what kind of person she is.

So, just pretend you didn’t see it and continue talking to yourself.

"Becoming a living sacrifice to the Thousand-legged Lord shouldn't be the reward for those people's efforts to survive, right?"

The words fell.

The obsidian pupils suddenly dilated.

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"Are you crazy?"

After Theresa Latte left the room, Filia, who had been silent until then, suddenly said this.

"Do you think I've acted rashly so far?"

Filia looked surprised at this and said, "That's not what I meant. What I meant was that it's irrational to fight with that woman to destroy monsters in a strange land."

To be honest, my first reaction when I heard this was: How dare you say this?

Indeed, when destroying monsters, especially large monsters, you generally have to first ensure that you can fight in familiar terrain.

The second strategy is to set traps and then lure the monsters to terrain that is unfavorable to them.

Only a fool would fight off monsters in an environment he has no idea about.

Most adventurers who do this kind of thing will never have the chance to show up in a cheap tavern.

That’s what I said, but, but.

You are not among that group of people.

Weren't you the one who broke into the unknown forest of trees alone and defeated the large monster?

As a result, this guy is now looking at this side with a surprised expression. It's really amazing that she can say such a thing.

...Ah, in a sense, it seems okay for her to say that.

After all, at this point in time, it seems that this idiot hasn't done that "good thing" yet.

"There's nothing we can do. We don't have enough supplies to get to the Free City, and the remaining money isn't enough for two people to cover their expenses."

"In order to obtain those supplies, we must negotiate. And in order to gain an equal negotiating position, we must demonstrate concrete results."

In response to the helpless words that gushed out of her throat, Filia simply said coldly, "No matter how well you do it, all you'll get is water mixed with sand."

This guy...seems to really care about water.

But it is understandable, after all, she is the daughter of an earl.

Even though he had been an adventurer for a while, he probably had never had the experience of drinking dirty water, so it was natural that he would feel a little unhappy now.

But it seemed that the reason why she was unhappy was not just this.

"I understand. But if it's just about getting the carriage and supplies, you could just kill the monster and repay the favor later. Why do you have to be so obsessed with that guy?"

"Do you think my sword is not reliable enough?"

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Chapter 135 An Unforgettable Voice

"If the only reason was to get the carriage and food, there was no need to invite that woman along, right? We could just repay the favor after we kill the monster."

"So, why are you so obsessed with that guy? Do you think my sword is unreliable?"

As she said this, Filia's eyes became sharper.

An expression that showed both arrogance and confidence came into her face.

Seeing her appearance, I couldn't help but sigh deeply.

He had just been saying that it was foolish to fight monsters in an unfamiliar environment, but when he was the one doing that, his face was full of confidence and composure.

Honestly, the possibility of failure probably never crossed this person's mind.

But it's okay this way, after all, this is the Filia Reinhardt I know.

And this kind of Filia, in a sense, was created by herself.

Thinking of this, I had to use all my strength to control the corners of my mouth that wanted to curl up.

Therefore, he could only cover up his expression by shaking his hands vigorously and said, "If it's a monster that even your sword can't defeat, then asking for help from anyone else is useless, right?"

This is undoubtedly the truth.

Even though he defeated Filia head-on in the duel, that didn't mean anything at all. He only won because he cheated.

Therefore, if the enemy's head is too big to be cut off even by Filia's sword, it is better to run away as soon as possible.

At least, that is definitely not something that I can reach now.

Besides, I'm not stupid enough to disregard my life and death and participate in such a battle.

Then, he continued to say to Filia: "But... this guy is a bit troublesome, it is always better to have more manpower."

To be honest, the name Theresa Latte actually sounds familiar.

I seem to have heard her story in the past—because she protected the child who was sacrificed, her status as a fighter was revoked.

Later, he made a comeback as a high-level fighter after successfully breaking the jaw of the monster that devoured the sacrifice.

That's probably the story.

Well, you could say she was a happy person who sang the praises of life.

How enviable.

However, what I said above is actually just what I learned from the stories told by the bard.

So to be honest, it is impossible to tell which ones are real and which ones are fabricated images by the world.

This story began to circulate probably after the reconciliation between the Kingdom of Leiden and Elizard.

Although the story may be somewhat exaggerated, the general plot should be correct.

So what I said today was because of the story I heard in the past.

If Theresa Latte is indeed the one in the story, then perhaps we can more or less expect her help.

Of course, it is just an expectation and not the final trump card.

"The main thing is... if it's just the two of us, we're seriously shorthanded."

"And for the Illizards, no matter if it's a magical beast or something else, as long as it's powerful, they are worthy of their respect. So it's still unclear whether she will come in the end."

After all, this group of people all believe in the principle that the strong are supreme, so I really don’t know to what extent I can trust them.

After listening to my explanation, Filia might have felt a little better, but her unhappy look still did not disappear. She just lay down on the bed and closed her eyes.

It was obvious that behind that expression, there were unspeakable emotions.

While talking to Filia, he lay down with his back to her.

After all, falling asleep while looking at her beautiful face would probably be a huge test for his spirit.

Originally, I could just lie on the floor and be fine, but if I did that here, my mouth would be full of sand when I woke up the next day.

However, the Lord of the Thousand Legs...is a fierce monster that I have seen once before.

As soon as that figure appeared in my mind, I had a bad feeling, but the more I tried to get rid of it, the deeper it sank into my mind.

I really regret it. I should have taken a bottle of wine with me when I jumped off the carriage.

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I love watching the sky as the sun slowly rises from the end of the horizon.

Because when I was a child I was not allowed to own anything, this scenery was the only thing that belonged to me.

So from the earliest days of his apprenticeship, he dyed his boxing gloves the blue of the sky and woke up early at this time every day.

At this time, the air inhaled into the lungs will be so cool that it makes people feel refreshed.

But if it were any earlier, it would become a cold wind that would freeze the body.

And after a while, it will turn into a biting heat wave again.

Therefore, this air can only be breathed smoothly when the sun rises and day and night change.

Normally, Theresa Latte would relax and savor every moment of the pleasant air.

But today, she couldn't help but clench her palms, and the corners of her eyes twitched slightly unnaturally.

Because the words of that man—the one from the Kingdom of Leiden who called himself Murphy—still lingered in his ears.

"Becoming a living sacrifice to the Thousand-legged Lord shouldn't be the reward for those people's efforts to survive, right?"

While gritting his teeth, he concentrated his strength into his fists and swung his arms as usual.

Just like that, dust began to float in the air.

Every precise swing leaves no room for error.

Obviously, that is the result of training.

In order to achieve this level, how many times of practice, how much hardship, and how many bloody battles have you gone through so far?

That is a level that ordinary people can never imagine.

Sweat rolled down her cheeks, and Tresarate brushed it away gently, then sighed.

———You clearly don’t understand anything, yet you are so arrogant.

Theresa Latte, who usually remained calm, felt anxious and simmering in her heart today.

No matter how hard I concentrated on throwing punches, no matter how seriously I kicked, this restlessness always found the right moment to creep back into my mind.

The Thousand-legged Lord—the magical beast called this way is indeed a very troublesome existence for the surrounding tribal cities.

It goes without saying that they occupied a small piece of forest as their own territory. The most important thing is that they had to continue to pay tribute and sacrifice to it at relatively short intervals.

People are also one of the resources owned by a country and a city, so losing population is a loss in itself.

And, the people chosen as sacrifices.

Theresa Latte could never forget their last voice.

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Chapter 136 It is clear who is the warrior and who is the coward.

Tresarath could never forget the final voices of those chosen as sacrifices.

Some people sighed, some gave up on themselves, some accepted it calmly, and of course some wanted to escape.

And bringing these people to the Lord of the Thousand Legs is one of the fighters' responsibilities.

Naturally, that included Theresa Latte.

So, Theresa Latte had witnessed the death scenes of those people with her own eyes.

Human voices, endless human voices cling to the heart and echo over and over again deep in the ears.

I don’t know how many times I whimpered, nor how many times I forced the sobs back into my stomach.

Whether it is Nobo, the representative of the city, or others, they must feel pain in their hearts.

However, no one can prevent this situation from happening again and again.

In Elizard, the strong are respected and the weak are destined to be eliminated.

The Thousand-legged Lord once devoured many fighters.

Well, since I can't win, I can only surrender.

No matter if it is Warcraft or anything else, as long as it is strong, it can become the object of Elizalde's worship.

In fact, Tresarath had been taught this way since she was young - the Thousand-Footed Lord was an object of awe.

If you ask for help from other tribal cities in order to stop paying tribute, you will be ridiculed by others, and it will be easy to choose the sacrifices for the living.

——Put your life on the scales, and it will be clear who is the warrior and who is the coward.

So, will the ruler risk the loss of a large number of elite troops to defeat the Thousand-legged Lord? Or abandon a small number of cowards and continue to survive? The choice the ruler will make is clear at a glance.