After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

Only when facing the Lord of the Thousand Legs, the unwritten rules of this country - whether you are a warrior or a coward - will be temporarily forgotten in the corner.

For Theresa Latte, this was a heavy burden.

Teresa Lat Luwana became a fighter at a young age, so she never considered herself a weak person.

However, only in front of the Lord of the Thousand Legs, her legs would always curl up subconsciously.

It may be because of the ideas that have been instilled in them since childhood, or it may be because they are simply weak and don’t realize it.

I have clearly fought it as an imaginary enemy many times, but why do I always subconsciously feel that I can't win every time I face it?

Before I knew it, my whole body was covered in sweat.

That’s right, after all, I’ve been exercising for so long, it’s about time to clean my body.

At this moment, a voice suddenly came from behind.

So, Theresa Latte subconsciously looked back.

After seeing who was coming, she continued, "...If you want to attack me, don't say hello, just stab me from behind."

Standing there were the two men from the Kingdom of Leiden—a man named Murphy, and another silver-haired swordsman.

The man still looked erratic, and there was nothing worth paying special attention to; and the silver-haired woman still did not meet his eyes directly.

Humph, anyway, it’s not the first time we know how rude the people of the Kingdom of Leiden are.

With a cold snort in her heart, Teresarate turned her eyes away from them and said, "What's the matter?"

At this moment, she no longer had any intention of having anything to do with these people - doing whatever Nobo said was a necessary step to continue living in Elizard.

However, even though he saw her deliberate attitude, the man who claimed to be Murphy seemed not to notice and continued to repeat his previous words.

"Like I said, we are going to kill the Thousand-legged Lord, and we need your help to do that."

After hearing Murphy's words, Theresa's pupils began to flicker continuously - revealing pure contempt and anger.

From observing this man's behavior, there is no sign that he is a strong man.

And judging from the situation a few days ago, the person with force should be the silver-haired swordsman. This man is probably the attendant in charge of carrying the luggage, right?

But how could such a person easily say something like "We are going to kill the Thousand-legged Lord"? What a fool.

——Ahhh! Hate it, this man is so infuriating.

Those who only know how to talk but pretend to be strong are the ones that Tresarath despises the most.

Theresa's hand bones couldn't help but clench and creak, and more and more bloodshot appeared in her pupils.

The Thousand-legged Lord is an existence that can defeat several fighters at the same time. He is not someone that a guy like you can verbally insult!

Driven by such emotion, Tresarath swung her arm forward violently.

However, the next moment, she suddenly felt dizzy.

When she could see clearly again, she found that the man named Murphy standing opposite her had put his hand on her shoulder.

When she looked more closely, she realized that there were some scars on her shoulders - very shallow, even like the scratches on the palm of her hand.

However, although the injury was not serious, the sudden attack was unsuccessful because the point of force was attacked suddenly.

At this, Theresa Latte's pupils couldn't help but dilate.

"Actually, there's nothing special you need to do. Everyone knows we're from the Kingdom of Leiden, so we can't even buy anything. That's why we wanted to ask you to come with us."

As he said this, Murphy slid his hand down from Theresa Latte's shoulder and acted as if nothing had happened.

On the other hand, Theresa Lat suddenly realized something - the point where she had exerted force just now seemed to be constrained.

Indeed, because of the influence of my emotions, I used a little more strength on my shoulders.

But even so, I...was actually seen through by such a man?

Theresa Latte couldn't be sure whether this was true or not.

So she twisted her fingertips slightly and clenched her fists again.

As usual, there were no strange feelings, no pain, and no unexpected shifts in center of gravity.

Theresa Latte became increasingly confused.

Her brows furrowed, and her lips trembled as she spoke, "...It's not that simple. The Thousand-legged Lord is not someone who can be defeated by just two people."

Theresa Latte said this out of a feeling of regret in her heart.

Although she herself felt that the sudden attack just now was not a good idea, Teresa Latte was not yet at the age where she could fully control her emotions.

Chapter 137 Transaction

"It's not that simple. The Thousand-legged Lord is not someone who can be defeated by just two people."

As soon as Theresa Latte finished speaking, Murphy, who was standing opposite her, seemed to open her eyes wide.

Then he immediately returned to normal and responded with a shrug.

"Anyway, I'll find a way. And just the fact that we're looking for an excuse to give up is reason enough for this action, right?"

Theresa Latte felt as if her throat was about to burst into a wail.

Is this a mockery of me? No, I can’t help but feel angry if I don’t find a way to say something back.

So, thinking this, she narrowed her eyes: "...Well, then please do as you wish. Do whatever you want."

As soon as she said this, Theresa Latte couldn't help but curse herself in her heart - there must be a limit to being useless. She said it like a sulky child.

Unconsciously, my face felt a little hot because of shame.

Why must I be ridiculed by the people of the Kingdom of Leiden?!

Although she knew that this was a rather willful emotion, Teresarate couldn't help but let such thoughts appear in her mind.

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"What's in that bag?"

After leaving the place where Tresarath was training and returning to the guest room she had prepared, Filia asked this.

Originally, she wasn't that curious, and she didn't have a habit of prying into other people's secrets.

But when it comes to something, it's completely different.

She knew that the bag contained her family heirloom.

But yesterday, when Murphy opened the bag, she saw two objects wrapped in white cloth inside.

Of course, I didn't peek intentionally, I just glanced at it accidentally.

After all, Theresa Latte only allocated one guest room to two people, so it was normal for such a situation to occur.

But these are irrelevant. What is important is that she can tell at a glance that one of the two objects wrapped in white cloth is her heirloom.

And the other one...it should also be a sword.

"...Ah, well, come to think of it, I was just about to show you this."

Having said this, he picked up the backpack on the ground, opened it in front of Filia, and took out the dragon horn sword that he had asked Gralin to help make.

Although my initial thought was to always carry it with me without using it, and use it as a tool to remind myself.

Although I have been reborn, there are still many more powerful people in this world, so don't feel lucky.

I carried it with me before just to remind myself of this.

But to be honest, this thing doesn't seem to be playing the role it should be playing.

No...it's not that it's useless, but rather that I no longer feel proud of myself.

Don't feel inferior because of others' strength, and don't feel complacent because of your own luck.

You have to always keep the heart of an apprentice in order to become truly strong.

Who said this...

Forget it, forget it.

In short, this is my current mentality, so there is no point in keeping the dragon horn sword with me.

And it wasn't until recently that I realized how stupid it was to carry a sword around and deliberately not use it.

Wasn't the sword made to be swung and used in battle?

This is what the blacksmiths who made the swords probably thought.

And even the swords themselves... well, if they had consciousness, they would probably think so too.

But even if he said that, he couldn't use that sword.

It’s not that I don’t want to, but I have no choice.

Because the sword was made of a whole dragon horn, it was too heavy and completely unsuitable for him.

And so far, the sword that Gralin made for him has been enough. It is very sharp and sturdy, so he has never thought about changing weapons.

But carrying the dragon horn sword with me is not a long-term solution.

After all, if no one uses it, it's just a burden.

Thinking of this, he gently lifted the white cloth wrapped around the sword.

Then, the beautiful "black and red horn" was exposed in the room.

He raised his head and glanced across.

At this moment, Filia's silver eyes were slightly widened, and only the image of the dragon horn sword was reflected in them.

Well, expected reaction.

For blacksmiths, dragon horns are high-quality materials that cannot be rejected.

For sword lovers, this sword made of dragon horns is probably an irresistible temptation.

Then, with a smile that would not be easily noticed by Filia, he handed the sword over and said, "Here, try it."

"Hmm...ah?" Filia seemed to have not reacted when she heard this.

After she reacted, she couldn't help but look up over here.

"Here, try it."

"this......"

Filia seemed a little hesitant, but...

"There's nothing to hesitate about. A powerful sword should be wielded by a powerful person."

Having said this, he grabbed Filia's hand and put the sword in her hand: "So, take it."

Filia still had that dazed expression, but the moment she touched the hilt of the sword, the corners of her mouth couldn't help but curl up.

That should be a completely subconscious reaction.

In contrast, a feeling of joy welled up in my heart—this kind of Filia was truly rare.

In fact, giving the Dragon Horn Sword to Filia was not a spur-of-the-moment decision, but was decided beforehand.

First of all, as I said before - a powerful sword should be wielded by a powerful person.

This is natural, and letting Filia use it can also improve the combat effectiveness of our side.

Then, it was to realize Gralin's ideal—to forge a powerful blade and hand it over to a powerful swordsman to wield.

The third reason is to find a suitable weapon for Filia.

Because they left in a hurry when they took Filia away from the royal capital, they only took some valuables and did not find the silver sword that Filia had always used.

The iron sword she is using now was bought in Leinburg. Although the quality is acceptable, it is really unfair to let Filia use such a thing.

Of course, there is one last point - this is to repay the favor owed.

The sword of the former swordsman Reinhardt has now become his own.

Although Filia had forced it into her hands on the road, she still didn't want to owe him a favor.

Of course, although the Dragon Horn Sword is indeed precious, it is still not as good as the sword that Filia gave her - if that is really the sword of the Sword Saint.

However, I was forced to come here after all, so it doesn't count as a debt of gratitude if I use the Dragon Horn Sword to repay the favor.

Moreover, seeing Filia's surprised expression...