After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

Although it was easier to show my true nature than back home, even so, I could never let on that I was called ordinary.

Many people are drawn to Volgograd because of its uniqueness as an international student and its reputation.

But the only one who stayed around Frodo, who was secretly ridiculed as a liar, was Ames Castina.

——Ah, she is the real gold.

That's what people call it.

It's not just that huge presence, but also that attractive nature.

And, everything I learned came from my own talent.

Ah, that's crazy.

That talent, how much she longed for it.

That talent, this body holds so much hope.

That existence is so dazzling.

If you look directly at it, your eyes may even be burned.

But, that's why.

Just a little bit, I think, just rely on it.

That is dependence, and it will close the path of exploration halfway through.

But what should I do?

What can that talentless self do?

——Crack.

The executioner's head was chopped off.

And he is right in front of me.

An adventurer who called himself Murphy did it.

Scorched by flames, he still said he would take action and present his body to death.

Isn't that strange? How could something like that happen?

In that distant moment before Mephi was engulfed in flames, Frodo's eyes opened and her black hair trembled.

——You are obviously, you should be, the same.

The person in front of me should be a mortal.

At least, not a genius.

He seems to be an intelligent person, but his body has various marks that speak of his distress.

Same, same with me.

So, there is no need to work so hard, why not just give up?

If humans cannot do it, leave it to geniuses, and ordinary people just need to live a low-key life.

will die.

If you insist on doing this, you will die.

This is the price that mortals pay for their pursuit of talent.

Oh, damn it.

If I could do magic, he wouldn't have to act like this.

There should have been a better way, but now, he would die.

——What is there to say? Nothing. He died because of me, because of Frodo Volgograd.

Can not accept.

Such a result is unacceptable in any way.

The element that occupies that heart is regret, that is the only word.

Absolutely mortal, lead or copper or something, that's all the world would say.

But, after seeing that figure who risked his life to succeed, will my world still say the same thing?

That man, Murphy, was pulling out all the stops.

However, the world only wants to leave him with a miserable ending.

Are you kidding me? Stop joking.

If he is not gold, the world will declare that he is not gold.

——I will turn it into gold to show you, even if it means rewriting this world.

Frodo pondered with her mind and constructed a technique to distort the world.

Enough, I've given up enough, lowered my head, and let go.

So, I don’t want to go on like this anymore.

A sound came from Frodo's throat.

There were raging fires all around, and only a few people were trying to put out the flames with bottles of water, but her body would not be safe as long as it stayed here.

However, Frodo did not move a step.

There was no intention of moving, not at all.

I don’t want to lose other people’s lives because I can’t do it.

And, more importantly, the person who was about to die was trying to save my life.

Am I just going to watch and lose him?

Absolutely not.

Let your throat dry up, and if your body is on fire, let it burn.

If there is even a little bit of talent deep within this body, please grant me strength at this moment.

Murphy was reflected in Frodo's eyes.

Murphy's figure, covered in flames and holding a long sword, remained motionless.

The field of vision gradually became narrower, and the rest was filled with white.

The walls, the floor, the soldiers, even the flames were smeared.

Only Murphy remained in sight.

——May the storm drive away the fire in his body.

This is a magical blessing, not a magic chant.

That is the ultimate power known as the magician's breath, which rewrites the laws of the world with one's own will.

Frodo, who established the bifurcation point of magic, was given the title of the Innovator.

Its system was eventually named magic.

Frodo is the first and only magician.

Therefore, although magic and sorcery have the same origin, they are completely different.

A magician releases magic by constructing a magic circle.

A magician, on the other hand, uses his will to change the common sense of the world.

Frodo's command created a storm.

The storm covered Murphy's entire body and began to attack her entire body.

This is the only way to put out the fire that is entangling Murphy.

This is the only way to prevent the fire spreading in the room from coming closer.

Originally, it was a tiny storm that tore the body apart along with the flames, cruelly turning the blood into droplets, leaving no residue.

But, it can't become like that.

Because of Frodo, Murphy will not be hurt.

That is the oath, the pledge made before entering here.

- I swear by me and my magic that I will never forget and will never hurt Murphy.

Chapter 22 I wish this hand could forge his body (3000)

Breathe, no.

Such an astonishing flow of magic that I couldn't even blink.

Her fingertips were shaking, and Frodo could no longer tell whether she was normal or crazy.

Can you take your eyes off that figure that is moving forward despite being in tatters?

Never thought about it at all.

The magic continued, hovering on the edge of the limit.

Until Murphy collapsed from exhaustion.

There is no doubt that the fallen Murphy was in an extremely dangerous situation.

Everything from the right hand to the shoulder was burned, and it was a miracle that it was not carbonized. The skin on the upper body, centered on the back, also showed obvious deterioration.

This red and black scene was too hard to look at. Even the magicians were unable to save him.

Frodo Volgograd's face twisted in response.

However, if he is not rescued here, he will die.

Frodo no longer cared about her staggering steps and ran towards the fallen Murphy.

The time is now.

The riot caused by the fire was gradually quelled by the believers' desperate efforts to put out the fire.

The only time to save Murphy is when they don't have time to take care of this side.

If Murphy ignores this serious injury, he will eventually be greeted by the embrace of death.

Even if he survived, his body would be left with a disability, and his career as an adventurer would inevitably be cut short.

Ah, how can such a thing be allowed?

Frodo pressed the wound with both hands, and the touch of the wound, which was no longer just skin, spread across her palms.

I have decided to save him.

Murphy, he should be my gold, I am so sure of it.

Yes, how can we allow him to rot here?

Once again, Frodo's lips chanted magic and changed shape.

“…Gee, huh…!?”

Throat is blocked.

The magic that should have appeared with the sound is now completely gone.

Starting from the body, from the tips of the hair to the toes, let the feeling wander around, but there is no magical response at all.

Frodo's face was pale, and her eyes were filled with regret and despair.

She knew this feeling all too well.

In the past, when I was still working hard on my faith, I kept working hard every day until I reached my current state.

This is the phenomenon of magic power exhaustion.

Not little, but exhausted.

If a magician falls into this state, he will no longer be able to perform magic unless he takes proper rest.

No matter how hard I tried to concentrate my magic power, nothing could be gathered at my fingertips.