After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

Obviously, that's it, that's right.

But, what is this girl?

Such a humble, timid, trembling girl who would fly away at the slightest breeze.

"It's no use anyway. It's always like this. How can I, who always gives up, do this?"

"I stubbornly came to study at the academy, finally made it here, only to end up dying miserably. Such a foolish act to the very end... Sigh, I'm sure I'll become a laughingstock in this family."

I have a headache.

Always giving up? Come on, don't be ridiculous. Who do you think should say that?

First of all, Frodo is respected as a talented woman in Crossmaria.

At least, that's what I heard, and that's what Candice said too. There's absolutely no possibility that I'm wrong.

So, what is going on?

Is there another side that is unknown to the public? Or is the story fabricated?

Or maybe, the original Frodo was actually such a girl, but she changed because of some opportunity?

I don't understand, but I have to find a way to stop this guy from making self-deprecating remarks.

Even geniuses start to say such discouraging words, so what can ordinary people like me do?

Just don't resist and die.

Ah, but that won't do.

It's not time to give up yet, is it?

So, thinking this way, I began to think of words of comfort in my mind.

Those words flowed from her delicate lips.

"After all, what would breaking your rope do?"

It was like a sentence spoken in a fit of rage.

The voice was filled with tears and the words were not very clear, like the words spoken by a sobbing child.

His eyes narrowed into slits as he endured those words.

My spine felt like something cold was piercing through it, and I couldn't move.

For this reason, I opened my eyelids again without realizing it.

His body was stiff, his blood boiling and rushing through his body.

"It's the same. Even for you, it's the same. You can't do anything, you can only be captured like this and wait for rescue to come..."

His mind was very sharp. He collected all the intermittent sounds and forcibly assembled them in his mind.

The voice of the heart has been ringing out without any concealment, echoing throughout the world.

"Wow, the one who was caught with us was... Ames. I wish it was Ames Castina..."

Those words seemed like a plea, a prayer to the gods in heaven through the thick clouds.

Then, in front of prayer, there is no self.

I felt a disgusting feeling.

That thing slowly climbed up from the heels, fingertips, and finally from the front of the hair.

It is produced by the lungs and then transported to the whole body through the trachea, allowing the whole body to feel the burning breath.

The hateful passion gathered in the body and circulated over and over again.

The hot breath boiling in the body gushed out from the mouth.

It's really strange, knowing clearly that this was a script deliberately planned by someone.

However, my body couldn't help but feel steam rising.

Oh, of course, of course.

——No matter where he goes, he is just a loser, an ordinary person with no talent.

In Frodo's opinion, this is probably a reasonable evaluation.

It's perfect, it's awesome.

In the past, when immersed in those deceived memories, had I ever felt this nauseating heat? Had I ever felt this hatred that seemed to devour the outside world?

Ah, I remembered it.

There have undoubtedly been similar experiences in the past.

Remember, of course I remember, the false memory fabricated by others.

However, I never expected that such a thing would happen even in this era of starting over.

Although it wasn't Frodo, after all, I had no connection with her at that time.

However, those were memories related to the original owner of this body, the magician named Candice.

In that memory, Candice, who was also a genius, had never experienced such a pressing situation as the current one.

Of course, she never panicked either.

But every time she sees this side, she would say.

——Oh, why is it you? I wish it was Ames.

That forged memory is so similar to the present.

Coincidence? Or was it someone's intention?

Just think about it and you will know.

Undoubtedly, it is the latter.

With the same face as before, he spoke the same words to this side again.

What is the purpose behind doing such a thing?

What kind of sin did he commit to have to be tortured like that?

Is it just to beat myself up? What is this? It's stupid.

Or is it that changing other people's memories and manipulating their lives at will is just to satisfy one's own evil taste?

If that's the case, then he's really a guy who does whatever he wants.

But, anyway, anyway.

Anyone who does this kind of thing needs to pay the price.

Even if you die on the way, you must turn into a wronged soul on the spot.

Then, keep going.

Revenge forever.

Chapter 19: Turning My Remains into a Blazing Fire

The flame of the ceramic candlestick, which had only flickered our shadow until now, suddenly cast a huge shadow on the wall.

A soldier approached with a clanging sound of metal clashing, his expression hidden in his helmet, wearing seamless armor and holding a voluptuous sword.

No...should he be called an executioner?

"—Stand up. Someone come over here, by the order of the Saint. Have you finished praying?"

It seems that they have already lost their patience.

In order to capture the other two people who are still running around in the underground temple, it seems that they are planning to kill one of them here to show them.

There's really no other way. In the end, I still have to sacrifice myself.

Beside her, Frodo made a hoarse sound, her face pale and panic-stricken.

——There is no hope.

Frodo showed this expression.

Although she was affected by the modification of her memory, there was no doubt that in Frodo's heart, her evaluation of this person was indeed that of an ordinary person with no talent.

That kind of evaluation will never change no matter what.

So, just accept it.

However, there was no reason to suppress this feeling that had already crept up my spine and was about to burst out of my mouth.

Of course, that's of course.

After all, even if it is a fabricated false memory, the pain brought by humiliation is undoubtedly real.

Thanks to it, not long ago, even I had the same evaluation of myself as Frodo.

You know, it took me a lot of effort to get rid of that idea.

It's really too much to try to make me remember it again.

"That's enough, Master Magician. You know, I stayed here just for you."

Gently, the shadow leaning against the wall swayed and stood up.

The ceramic candlesticks made of Warcraft fat swayed the flames actively as if dancing.

If you get a little closer, you can feel the heat.

Frodo widened her moist eyes and stared at herself who had stood up resolutely.

Are you saying this is really surprising? Honestly, I don't know what she's thinking right now.

"As you said, unfortunately, I am only a weakling, whether in the past, present, or future. Therefore, I cannot rescue you as magnificently as Ames Castina."

"And it looks like this." As he said this, he showed the rope tied behind his back.

Seeing that I stood up decisively, the guards had strangely twisted expressions, but they did not immediately harm me.

of course.

After all, they also have their own aesthetics, and when they kill themselves, they should kill according to that aesthetics and technique.

In addition, there are five or six soldiers here.

Therefore, no matter what a coward like this wants to do, he can be subdued immediately.

They have such disdainful thoughts in their hearts.

It's really annoying.

I could feel the burning breath raging in my stomach.

You look down on people, even guys like you.

If it was Ames or Filia here, you would all be armed and ready.

As these foolish, almost delusional thoughts echoed in his mind, he pulled the rope hard and stretched out his elbow.

You can see the flame of the candlestick swaying subtly.

I see. Kicking alone isn't very powerful enough.

Now that we know it, we must give those guys a surprise.

"But Master Magician, even the weak have their own pride. So please stay away from me, watch carefully, and then find the right time to escape."

"Also, remember this. Engrav it in your mind. Don't forget it this time."

If you can remember it now, that would be a good thing.

But if you can't remember it, you can only hope that one day in the future you can remember it again.

If only I could see that day again.

Such thoughts began to linger in my mind.

Then, so that only Frodo could see, he gently used his fingers to pull out the object hidden in his back pocket.

It was a sticky liquid made from monster slime that I bought in Crossmaria.