After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

Originally used as an adhesive, it was a simple item prepared as a daily necessity.

Even if the sword and valuables were taken away, no one would notice this piece of junk.

However, here, to me, this thing is a treasure.

The daily convenience is self-evident, and this thing can burn fully.

It's nothing. Simply put, after the sword was taken away, I could no longer cut the rope.

In this case, it will just burn out.

The magician over there can't release fire, so you'll have to rely on yourself.

——Then, start with the elbows.

Ah, what? Haven’t I done something similar in the past? Although not here, and I was the only one captured at that time.

The nostalgic scenes of the past appeared before my eyes, and then I kicked and bumped into it.

Taking advantage of the force, he put the weight of his entire body on his elbow and slammed it down on the ceramic candlestick, breaking it with the hardest part of his body.

At this moment, Frodo's lips moved.

But I don’t want to hear those words anymore.

——Pa.

With such a crisp sound, the pottery broke.

The first thing I felt was not just the elbow, but the severe pain that ran throughout my body.

The pain was so severe that it felt like the body would be split in two from the elbow tip.

The pottery broke and then fell to the ground.

My elbow hit the floor directly and it was painful.

But it's great that there's nothing wrong with my hand.

At the same time, I also felt a burning pain.

The flame was painful, having long passed the burning stage.

The flame gained the freedom that belonged only to it, burning from the elbows to the clothes.

Then, the dry adhesive liquid, devoid of moisture, ignited in an instant.

Of course, the fire also fell on him, and the flames ran back and forth from his arms to his waist, directly burning his skin.

Burn, burn, burn as much as you can.

It’s not enough, there is an even stronger heat wave in my internal organs.

How could this level of intensity possibly burn the body, how could this level of intensity possibly kill the emotions.

Turn my broken body into a raging fire.

So, let’s have more fun burning it.

Burn away all the injustice and all the grievances.

Frodo's high-pitched wail slapped against my ears.

At the same time, the panicked voices of the guards could be heard.

Haah, happy, so happy.

You guys underestimated me. You guys underestimated me.

At this moment, I am already quite panicked.

Then, the beheading sword slipped from the hand of the executioner standing in front of him.

Oh, right, I forgot to tell you.

"Water bottle! Get the water bottle—!"

The rope has burned through.

With the flames on his back, he put his hands together and picked up the beheading sword.

And that's it.

—A flash of black flashed through the flames, cutting through the tiny gap between the armor and the helmet, and severing the neck.

There was no aiming in that flash.

Yes, it can even be asserted.

It was as smooth as the action of picking up the sword before, and it was an unparalleled strike.

The pitiful executioner, his flesh cut open and his neck severed, separated from his torso, shouted the word "devil" in the air.

That expression was one of fear and trembling.

There was no mistake, that was the expression of someone who had seen something horrifying.

The same thing happened to the group of people around who wanted to raise their guns.

That expression revealed timidity and terror.

Ah, that's easy.

Because, if that were the case, they would all be prisoners here.

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The beheading sword with black lines and the red of the flames are wonderfully matched together.

“—Ugh, ga, haaaaaa!”

Die, will die.

There is no doubt that I will die here.

That's fine, go to hell.

There were people lying around, convulsing and sobbing, people crying out in terror.

And there were people whose bodies were starting to catch fire just like mine.

All of you, all of you, go to hell.

I have done everything I can.

So, it doesn’t matter even if you die immediately.

But, until then, it's not enough.

The breath he exhaled was hot, and every breath brought a burning pain to his throat.

But it wasn't enough, the heat wave in my body seemed totally insufficient.

That's not the case, this burning sensation is wrong.

Compared to the raging fire in his guts fueled by hatred, this was nothing.

——However, there is no doubt that this body has reached its limit.

The left arm, which was the most seriously injured, has lost all sensation.

Exposed to the heat and pain of the flames, he could no longer feel anything.

There should be flames on my back, but I feel nothing at all.

As the senses faded, the vision gradually blurred.

It really doesn’t work. I’ve reached my limit.

It felt like somewhere far away, I could hear the mysterious voice of Candice still lingering in my ears.

Ah, it’s no use showing kindness now.

How could a human being possibly move with his entire body whipped by such flames?

Even the most advanced treatment drugs probably wouldn't change anything.

Ah, never mind.

In any case, there was no compromise until the end.

I am still myself, and I can die with enthusiasm. What could be better than this?

Yeah, that's impossible.

Please, Candice.

If you can, escape during the chaos.

My hands are tied, but my feet are fine, right?

But if you can't run away because you're afraid, then give up.

After all, I'm not that comprehensive when it comes to saving people.

I am neither a brave warrior like Aimee Castina, nor a hero.

Just an ordinary person, just an ordinary Murphy.

Then, do you see it, the dark shadow that once brought me to this era.

I, Murphy, end here.

Just to save a woman, in such an embarrassing way.

It's a waste.

There would never be such a hero in any drama.

But don’t you think this is a pretty good ending for ordinary people?

——Yes, it couldn’t be better.

Hearing such a sound, the body, which could hardly breathe, fell to the ground according to the laws of nature.

Chapter 20 Pure Kindness

In the passage of the underground temple, there is only a place where the light flickers.

At this moment, there is still suffocating air.

"I'll decide for myself what's right and wrong. He brought me here, and it was I who decided to hold that hand. So, if that's the case, the decision is made—that guy and I are in cahoots."

In the dim light, the only thing that illuminated the two of them was the faint light from the candlestick.

Filia drew out the dragon horn sword, her eyes flashing with silver light.

And, though her movements were slightly shaky, Ames Castina still took a step forward, her body in a combat stance.

The double-edged sword was drawn out at the same time as the dragon horn sword. Although it was simply decorated, it did not lose its white luster in the darkness.

In the narrow passage, they stood with their swords drawn, facing each other for a moment.

Although there was a gap of sword and knife between the two, there was no movement.

There was silence in the darkness, and the fire in the candlestick flickered, flickering a faint light.

They could barely see each other.

Does the other party know or not?

In this current situation, are you able to see through the other person's current position?

If not, then death will be inevitable.

He sighed with a heavy heart, trying to let it out several times, but was stopped every time.

Filia's eyelashes flickered, and Ames's gauntlet tilted.

——Qiang!

In an instant, there was the sound of a sharp blade breaking through the sky.

That sound is the signal.

Filia drew a silver flash in the air, a straight silver line that looked so intoxicating when viewed from the front.

Moreover, judging from the posture of stretching out the long sword, the tip of the sword did not shake and the movement was perfect.