After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

That strike was undoubtedly the result of a combination of talent and daily practice to avoid any flaws.

In response, Ames's white light shone, and the tip of her sword tilted back to the right, pointing downward.

There was no more confusion and bewilderment in those open eyes.

Almost simultaneously with the flash of silver, a streak of white tore through the sky, drawing a smooth trajectory.

This is a high-speed strike designed to gouge the opponent's ribs, fully utilizing one's own strength and the weight of the weapon.

That track is the shortest, with a sharpness that eliminates all useless movements.

At the moment of contact, the blood escaped from the human container and floated freely in the air.

The flesh and blood, as if it had been determined from the beginning that it would be taken out in this way, blossomed into a blooming flower.

A silver flash cut through the neck, and a thin white line cut through the flesh under the ribs.

With a thud, the two bodies collapsed almost at the same time.

"——In the end, you didn't even look at me. I didn't realize I was being tricked like that."

Listening to the miserable sound coming from nowhere, Filia said this while pulling out the silver longsword from the unknown person approaching from behind Ames.

Endless blood poured out from the neck, announcing the death of its owner.

"I'll give you the same line, Miss Filia. You're the one who can't see me, so when did you start noticing?"

Filia shrugged and replied, "Who knows."

Ames cut off the left arm of the black figure that crawled out of the shadows from behind Filia and captured the person.

He was wearing a black outfit, and a piece of fabric of the same color was wrapped around his face, making it difficult to see his expression.

However, his eyes were clearly wavering and flickering with anxiety.

Finally, questions emerged.

why?

I was supposed to deal with the intruders who had been separated from each other, thinking they should be nearby.

As a result, the sudden change in the situation made her unable to keep up with the situation, and feelings of confusion and panic kept swaying in her mind.

Seeing her look, Filia let out an "Oh oh" or something like that.

"Well done. He's still alive. I accidentally killed that guy and was even thinking of questioning him."

"Do we want her to confess? She doesn't seem to have any connection with either Frodo or Mr. Murphy."

As she said this, Ames bandaged the wound on the woman's severed left arm with a strip of cloth.

Although the bleeding was stopped, the woman felt intense pain for the first time.

By now, the nerves were numb from the excessive pain.

The feeling that should have been lost was restored in an instant and told the brain: Danger, stop the bleeding quickly, block the wound, shout loudly, and call for help.

The woman in black couldn't help but moan.

"Of course. I can't be sure, but it shouldn't be wrong."

"Although it may seem contradictory now, from what I see, the reason why troubles keep coming is precisely because Murphy is currently entangled. You should know that in the Knights Templar, torture is the appropriate method if necessary."

Filia, with her swaying silver hair, looked so terrifying in the dim candlelight, and also had a strange sense of oppression.

I will do that, I definitely will.

Regardless of words, this determination has been demonstrated in attitude.

The woman's internal organs shrank into a ball as if being tightly grasped, because pain more terrible than death was right in front of her.

But in order not to say it out loud, her eyes became more determined.

This is what the assassin profession is like, and everyone in it has already prepared themselves for it.

In this case, before the body is destroyed and the spirit is exposed to vulnerability, actively choosing and embracing death is the way of survival that he has always believed in.

The woman opened her lips slightly, trying to bite off the poison embedded in her molars.

Just bite it in an instant, just close these teeth, and it will be over.

It is obviously like this, it should be like this.

But why? Why can't I close my teeth?

There was a foreign object stuffed in her mouth, something that was forced into her mouth, as if it sensed all her thoughts, preventing her from biting through the poison.

"Please don't die. I don't want you to die. I even hope you can live."

Aimees quickly opened and fixed the woman's mouth with her fingers, and then used her other hand to remove the small bag of poison from her molars.

The woman's face turned pale.

But that was not because the path to an easy death had been cut off, nor because of the brutal torture that was about to begin.

But it was because the actions of this person named Ames were indeed done with good intentions.

The purpose of keeping him alive is not to torture him and find out his purpose; of course, the purpose of keeping him alive is not to chop his body into pieces.

Undoubtedly, she wanted to save the woman with her kind actions.

too frightening.

It feels like having your head bound by thousands of thorns.

The almost trembling feeling of fear licked the woman's spine.

(PS: The last chapter has 3000 words, the task progress is 17.5/30, and there is more to come tonight)

Chapter 21 I hope the storm will drive away the fire in my body (3000)

"Ms. Filia, leave the task of questioning to me."

"What a surprise! I thought you wouldn't do such a thing."

Ames smiled gently and nodded.

"Yes, of course. But if I don't do it, you will. Knowing this and refusing to do it will inevitably lead to despicable slander."

"After all, even if I did something wrong, I don't want to be accused of being a despicable villain behind my back."

Then he put his hand on his chest, moved his lips, and said this to the man.

"For you, I will do my best. To prevent you from dying and having a mental breakdown. If that's the case, that would be the best."

That means no matter how much you beg, they will never kill you, and no matter how much you pray to the gods, they will not let you collapse.

Yes, it's all done with good intentions.

The man couldn't help but feel dizzy.

The heartbeat still didn't stop, but the heart that should have been mentally prepared collapsed easily.

It takes a lot of determination to fight against malice, because we have been accustomed to being exposed to malice since childhood.

but.

Why is it that what we encounter at the moment of death is kindness that easily outweighs malice?

Isn’t that too much, Lord God?

That prayer, mixed with so much fear and sobbing, disappeared into the darkness without being noticed.

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That was, what a ridiculous scene.

What happens if a person jumps into a fire? And he takes the fuel with him?

This is a theory that even children understand. If you dare to do such a thing, the end result will be death.

Of course we will die, and there is no such thing as a merciful death immediately.

The whole body was burned, the trachea was eroded by the heat and it was difficult to breathe, the internal organs were steamed and roasted, and he died slowly in extreme pain.

It’s impossible not to know. Yes, this is something even children understand.

Therefore, it is impossible for the man in front of me not to know.

But, it is clearly like this, and I clearly know it.

why?

——Why did this man take it for granted?

I don’t know and I can’t understand.

For Frodo Volgograd, who had always been friends with the ordinary and lived in the company of the mundane, this was an unimaginable act of heresy.

Why, aren't you the same as me?

Naturally, such questions arise in my mind.

Just like me, ordinary, powerless, and unable to resist fate.

Just like me, you are an ordinary person, right?

A vortex of thoughts began to form in Frodo's blank mind.

For Frodo, who was born in a Volgograd family, being ordinary is a sin.

Being born into a famous magical family in Volgograd does not allow him to be just a mortal.

Undeniable pedigree and arguably the best meritocracy in the best possible environment.

Among them, if one is still an ordinary person, it means that he or she lacks qualifications.

If that's the case, then you're a loser, a low-quality product, and a sinner.

Ah, when did it start? When did I realize that I have no talent at all?

Frodo had this conscious memory from the very beginning.

I gave up many times, tried all the paths, and tasted the bitterness of despair and frustration.

If I continue to be mediocre, I won't be able to survive at home in Volgograd.

Because of the mediocrity of my talents and the low qualifications.

Even if you put in several times more effort than others, it will not bear fruit; even if you devote all your free time to magic, it will not be enough.

A magician is someone who gains power through the knowledge he has learned and who changes the world through the use of magic.

Therefore, as long as you work hard, even if it's not much, you can still achieve some results.

However, this would only arouse Frodo's misery even more.

What comes naturally to others, she cannot.

After it was done, it was still not as good as before.

It is obvious that hard work is accumulated slowly by oneself;

But anxiety is what comes at the moment of being surpassed.

——If they are gold, then I am lead. No matter how the lead is polished, it will only become beautiful lead, and it will never become gold.

Even so, we still have to continue struggling to achieve more success.

As Volgograd, as a famous family known as the master of magic, they cannot be ordinary.

She kept repeating it in her mind.

then.

Those impossible magical theories, conceptual ideas beyond common sense, and world values ​​without precedent.

Frodo put into words the delusions that kept popping up in her childhood.

She kept affirming that those were facts, theories that ordinary people could not understand.

Hence, the titles given to her became - liar, weirdo, fraud.

Everyone was laughing at, pitying, and insulting Frodo.

After that, no one called her ordinary anymore.

Even after studying abroad at the academy in the free city of Crossmaria, this remained unchanged.