After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

Frodo's throat seemed to have forgotten its function and could not make any sound.

This is a lie. Is this really true?

Tears welled up in his black eyes.

Finally, finally, I found my way.

On this road, a man named Murphy is about to die.

But I still can't do anything.

Same as before, just useless stuff.

If that's the case, I'd rather die.

If, after seeing hope, one is thrown into the abyss of hell, it would be better to embrace the flames and die with him.

——This is the true salvation.

Frodo's heart was painted black and she was slowly dragged into the ground.

She lowered her eyebrows and looked down, when suddenly two voices sounded in her ears.

"Magic power exhausted? That's really tough. If it's—, well…"

"You already have dark circles under your eyes, please rest first, Frodo. If you continue to use magic like this, you'll get into trouble too."

One of the voices was one that Frodo was very familiar with.

That was undoubtedly the voice of Ames Castina. She extended a gentle hand, her expression showing worry for Frodo.

Then, another voice came from the swordswoman who had always been following Murphy, a girl named Filia.

Their clothes were covered in soot and had red stains that were probably blood.

However, he didn't look seriously injured.

Frodo raised her head from her crouching position, and after recognizing the two figures, two completely opposite emotions brewed in her heart.

First, rest assured.

Yes, that way he would be saved.

They were undoubtedly talented people. Even though the fire had just gone out, seeing how they were able to get here through the clamor almost unscathed, it was clear that they were gold.

So, don't worry about anything anymore, everything will be fine.

And the second is the hatred that freezes the heart.

Frodo's body stiffened and her teeth grumbled.

Ah, here it comes again, is it here again?

After he, Murphy and I tried our best, you were the last one to get hurt.

Stop! That kind of reality is unnecessary.

If you are told that you can't do anything without relying on gold.

Then, I would rather die here, with him, the two of us.

The "peace of mind" obtained in exchange for dignity is like a hand extended from the sky, and will surely be welcomed by mediocre people.

Frodo saw her fingertips trembling unconsciously, and what came into her sight was Murphy's figure just now.

He was undoubtedly acting to maintain his dignity, but in the end, he had to embrace death.

Befriend the god of death and die protecting yourself.

Ah, how beautiful it is.

After all, can I choose that kind of action, can I pick the sweet fruit before I die?

Frodo turned her face away from the two of them slightly.

That handsome face became distorted, and tears of regret appeared in his pupils.

"No, no. It's called Frodo, right? Please do one more thing."

Filia, who had lost her thoughts, stopped Ames who was trying to let Frodo rest, and said so.

She walked over confidently and picked the thing up from the rubble.

At first glance, it was an object of no value, resembling an ancient sword.

Is it valuable as an antique? Absolutely not.

Ah, now that you mention it, Frodo remembered that the sword hanging on Murphy's waist seemed to be that item.

Even thinking about it that way, it's hard to believe that it's an item that has never been mentioned.

"—This is my family's heirloom. Legend has it that it's mysterious and miraculous. I don't know its function, but it's definitely crafted from magical power."

Filia said this and threw the sword away casually.

Although Frodo was confused, she still took the old sword that was thrown in front of her chest with both hands.

Ah, this is a miracle.

The moment she accepted it, a sigh escaped from Frodo's throat.

As a magician, she had no idea how powerful this sword was.

But this piece of iron, even the hilt, is woven with magic.

Is it possible to recreate this in this day and age, gathering top magicians from across the country?

Frodo's hands, which were holding the sword, could not help but sweat.

"No need to explain, this idiot adventurist must have done something willful again... Unfortunately, there's nothing I can do."

"So, I'll leave it to you."

The tone of the low voice made Frodo doubt her own ears and she cast a strange look at Filia.

The girl narrowed her long and narrow eyes slightly, tightly closed her small lips, and had a stern look on her face, without any relaxation.

However, there was no doubt that the emotion that permeated that voice and those silver eyes could only be regret and remorse.

——If I could do that, I wouldn’t have handed it over to you.

Those silver eyes seemed to be saying these words.

The hands were also tightly clasped together, as if trying to suppress the expression of emotions.

"...Yes, even if it takes all my strength."

The corners of Frodo's lips couldn't help but curl up.

it's me.

The one who saved this person was me.

Filia did help me with this, but I did give up because I couldn't do it alone.

But, now is the moment.

Murphy, it wasn't the geniuses who saved him, it was me.

He converted the swords held in his hands into his own magic power, overlapped and woven them together, and then pushed them against Murphy's body.

Frodo's fingers were covered in blood and dirt.

But that kind of thing has long been put aside.

He closed his eyes and saw ink pressed onto the parchment that appeared in his mind.

How can I use this magic block to repair Murphy's body?

That theory must be taken up here and now.

Unlike the magic theories he had used before, his hands were constantly writing the magic theory in his mind on the parchment without any mistakes.

An unknown magic theory is being beautifully combined, and the feeling is so wonderful, yet so comfortable.

I've had similar thoughts since I was a child.

A method of weaving external magic power into the human body, transforming it into skin, or even the parts of the body that are missing.

That is a theory that others ridicule as sophistry.

However, at this moment, this theory shines with indisputable light in his mind.

Moreover, it can be asserted that it is absolutely correct.

It seems that, although it is not complete yet, I have remembered some of it.

Frodo opened her eyes, and without even blinking, she opened her throat and breathed out a magical breath.

——I hope this hand can help me forge his own body.

This is a technique that changes the nature of the world, a technique that reconstructs the fundamental theory of magic.

It can be said that it is the ability of Frodo who established the history of magic in the past, created that turning point, and earned the title of Innovator.

The situation before us is suspicious.

The piece of magic power, the sword, is being buried inside Murphy.

The magic power formed into a sword shape, changing into the same form as Murphy.

Murphy turned towards the sword, and the sword turned towards Murphy.

In this way, the sword will only realize its own flaws and the need to repair them.

Then, in order to repair them, the sword will quickly begin to recirculate the excess magic power throughout the body.

The effect is very beautiful.

Magic power covered Murphy's entire body, circulating in this body that originally had no magic power.

The sword, working hand in hand with magic, repaired the burnt skin and the deteriorated body, which had become one.

Frodo opened her eyes wide and looked at Murphy with an expression of supreme happiness.

This body is what I have forged.

Yes, be proud of it.

However, that spirit has surpassed its limit and reached its end.

Even though her eyes were still on Murphy, it was difficult to see, and sweat was licking her whole body.

The last finger, after seeing that finger being repaired.

Frodo fell towards Murphy and passed out.

Chapter 23 Alive

"Won't you stop it?"

Filia pouted indignantly and muttered to Ames Castina in a rage.

Ames, who was standing next to Filia, sighed and spoke.

"If you try to stop me, you'll stop me too. Of course, if it means risking Frodo's life, I'll stop it even if it means drawing my sword."

Pausing occasionally while choosing her words, Aimees continued speaking in her unique way.

"Besides, I think this is a good opportunity. Although she is very strong, Frodo has little confidence."

"It's precisely because I'm thinking about her that I shouldn't stop her now. And I'm not overprotective of her as you think."

Hearing the words woven from her mouth, Filia suddenly shook her silver hair.

So that's what this man meant by, the right thing to do.

He couldn't help but cross his arms and frown.

Several questions arose in her mind, but Filia didn't want to speak them out.

——I have a feeling that if I let this guy continue talking, something bad will happen.

Filia had this strange premonition in her heart.

"But you don't seem to get along with him. He's the complete opposite of your correctness."

Facing Filia, he raised his chin and pointed at what Murphy said.