After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

Ames replied while touching her cheek with her fingers.

"It's not clear yet. Whether we get along or not, this is an incredible person."

"On the contrary——"

——I’m quite interested.

Hearing these words, Filia felt a chill on her back instantly.

She wasn't even sure of the reason.

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What entered my nostrils was the stench of something burning.

I don’t know if it’s because I inhaled a lot of smoke, but my lungs hurt for no reason.

Although he coughed several times, he only produced a little sticky phlegm, and the feeling of disharmony in his body still did not disappear.

"—Well then, brave man, let me ask you again, is your God the same as ours, or is he a false God wearing a different mask?"

When I couldn't even breathe properly, what rushed into my ears was such a clear and honest voice.

Forgive me, I still haven't figured anything out here.

Rather, I wish I could have a reprieve right now where I could sleep all night.

Thinking of this, he frowned and looked up at the person in front of him in a sitting position.

Even though the situation had calmed down, this person still stepped into what could be considered a fire scene without hesitation, and was so bold that his expression did not change at all.

In a world covered in soot, the only one who exudes a presence that sours the surrounding atmosphere is the owner of the voice.

She is the one known as the Saint.

The light that flickered in his pupils was proof of the depth of his faith.

When you see her long and beautiful light red hair, you know that she was born into the upper class, and her demeanor reveals a sense of competence and dignity.

——Whatever big thing I can’t do, she can accomplish.

Such an existence can't help but arouse mortals' anticipation.

So that's how it is. This person really deserves to be called a saint.

There is definitely something attractive about him, and that is the so-called leadership charm.

All those things have nothing to do with me.

For this reason, I couldn't help but snort in my heart.

"Wait a minute. Am I really still alive, or am I really dead? I don't even know if you are the so-called gatekeeper of hell."

He deliberately frowned, spoke in a vague voice, pretended not to be awake yet, and asked this irrelevant question in a deaf and dumb manner.

Because, I'm afraid, answering that question right away is not a wise choice.

With the saint as the center, the other side had more than ten murderous believers, and everyone was staring at this side with sharp eyes.

That gaze was like a bird of prey staring closely at its prey.

On the other hand, the only people here were Filia, Ames Castina, and Frodo Volgograd, who had already fainted and was still dreaming.

Oh, in this situation, even my lungs seem to be hurting again.

I couldn't help but sigh deeply.

That sigh was undoubtedly filled with feelings such as confusion and distress.

I did die in the burning just now, but why did it turn out like this?

If there is anyone looking down from the sky right now, I hope you can help me solve the confusion here.

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Not to mention one foot, it is as if both feet have stepped into the abyss of death at the same time, and there is no possibility of reversal.

I opened my eyes in confusion and couldn't help but make such a judgment on myself.

A light shone into his pupils, and he closed them reflexively.

Then, after blinking a few times, when his eyes finally began to function again, a young girl came into view.

Filia, with her beautiful silver hair tied up and a long sword in hand, was that person.

That unhappy frown gave off a very dangerous aura.

To be honest, the most likely ones to be dragged to that world by the god of death are only myself and Frodo.

And it is really unimaginable that this woman would die.

Oh, that’s not right. I seem to have heard of it before, in those fairy tales.

It is said that the guides who lead the way to heaven or hell will appear in the appearance of acquaintances from their past lives.

"Are you finally awake? Are you imitating Sleeping Beauty in a play? You idiot."

——If that’s the case, a kiss would be better, right?

Facing Filia's words, she quietly agreed in her heart.

Oh, now I understand. This is not fake, nor is it imitated by someone. That guy is Filia herself.

No one except this woman would say such words that would irritate other people for no reason.

After all, if the Hell Guide was going to imitate someone he knew, it would at least have to be Ella.

If this guy is the one who appears in the end, it would be better to let the three-headed dog of hell appear in front of us.

However, in this case, if the Filia that appeared before him was not a replica but the real thing, that is to say.

--I'm alive.

But why is this?

In my still slow-witted mind that couldn't think straight, only this question popped up.

This body has been given to the flames, and the heat should have penetrated deep into the internal organs.

If it were a human, the final result would only be death.

This is certain.

But now, why does the real Filia appear before my eyes again?

And, come to think of it, I just noticed it now.

Apart from the burning sensation in my lungs, I didn't seem to notice any burning pain anywhere in my body.

Chapter 24: On the verge of breaking out

At this moment, my mind was as confused as a ball of paste, and I couldn't help but pull down the corners of my mouth and bite my lips.

"...Haha, that's right. If you want to thank him, then thank him. After all, your survival is undoubtedly thanks to him. And, my sword."

For some reason, Filia, seeing her like this, made a sound of displeasure and pointed forward.

There, Frodo was lying on the ground, being cared for by Ames Castina.

Is that so...? Frodo saved herself?

I see. Although I'm not entirely sure why magic can heal injuries like divine arts, if it's her doing, then I can understand it to some extent.

She was undoubtedly a genius. Even though she said some discouraging words about not being able to use magic, she was still able to display her talents at the fire scene.

If I remember correctly, it should be called...magic, right?

It is said that it is different from magic and seems to be able to change common sense or something.

Well, although I'm not very clear about the details, it's probably something like that.

That would make sense.

However, having said that, I still don't understand why she saved me.

The one controlling that body now should still not be Candice, but her master, Frodo Volgograd.

To her, people like me are just stones on the roadside, not familiar friends.

Could it be that Frodo is a helpful person? However, judging from their previous interactions, it doesn't seem like that.

Or has Candice actually recovered some of her memory?

Perhaps it is highly likely that they are not complete, but those fragments of her memories may have had some impact on Frodo.

Well...if it's the latter, that would be great.

——Click, click.

While he was thinking, the sound of armor rubbing against each other strangely echoed throughout the room.

That voice was approaching this side with a clear purpose.

Moreover, it is plural.

Not good.

Hearing that voice, I couldn't help but grit my teeth.

Now, here, at least Frodo cannot fight.

My eyes hadn't gotten used to the view yet, and there were strange lights flickering in front of my eyes.

Physically too.

Should we say it is a sense of disharmony or a foreign body?

No matter what, the body seems to still have some sequelae, which cannot be considered normal.

As for Filia and Ames, if it were just these two, most crises could be overcome.

But if we bring in two guys who are holding us back, the situation will not be so good.

If a real fight breaks out, they should be fine, but this side will definitely not be safe.

As thoughts were crawling through my mind at a slow pace, the true nature of the voice was immediately revealed.

Should I say it's good luck or bad luck?

In short, my previous expectations were generally correct.

We stepped on the dust, carefully avoided the burnt foreign objects, and a familiar woman who we had met before appeared in front of us with a dozen fully armed soldiers.

However, if you look more closely, you will find that although they look very similar and have the same hair color, they are indeed not the same person.

The charming temperament over there is not visible here at all. Instead, there is an aura of holiness and majesty all over her body.

That's right, after all, one is a slum hostess and the other is a saint of the Church of Heraldry. It would be problematic if they were the same.

Well, if that's the case, then these people should be two different people this time...right?

Or is it actually the same person, just with two different appearances?

Or, to be more straightforward, is it the same situation as Candice?

Haha, I'm really confused and have no idea what's going on.

Sure enough, games like "Find the Difference" are extremely boring no matter where you play them.

"Your courage is commendable, even to someone whose name I don't know. Respect the wise and the brave, and follow this teaching. I, too, pay my respects to you."

The words spoken by the woman known as the Saint were completely different from the almost roaring voice heard just now in the chapel.

Now, these overly polite words will reflexively make the body feel cold.

That's chills.

As a rule of thumb, polite words are often used when there are ulterior motives.

In the palace, the nobles used the veil of words to cover up their malice and curry favor with the rich in order to get a piece of the pie.

This is a habit unique to those in power, and almost all of them use this trick.

Even the most recent time in the slums, the hostess seemed to have used the same polite tone.

So, what exactly is this woman's intention?

Yes, there definitely is.