After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

Otherwise, how could he put the more than ten soldiers who could be considered as guards behind him and appear harmless?

Ah... Looking at it this way, they do look somewhat similar to that guy.

"Excuse me for exchanging pleasantries in the middle of a fire like this. I'm Madia, known as Saint Madia. That being said, I'm not worthy of being called a saint."

The sound produced is crisp and indeed attractive.

It's like saying that one is consistent in appearance and reality, and is incorruptible.

But that's what makes it scary.

After all, the intentions of these old believers will definitely not bring good rewards.

"That's truly honorable. Uh, then, for the Saint's sake, please forgive this disturbance."

It's just an unfortunate misunderstanding, he tried, half-jokingly.

For a moment, I seemed to see the corner of the saint's eyes move.

"It doesn't matter. From the beginning, I didn't feel angry in my heart."

"For the Herald Cultists, life and belongings are destined to return to God one day. All that was burned and lost was simply a dedication to God."

"In other words, loss itself is God's will. Isn't it foolish to feel bitter and resentful about it?"

Filia nodded wordlessly in agreement.

However, I'm afraid both she and Ames have already realized it.

This is sophistry.

To be honest, she is the only one who can accept this idea.

Just look at the people following her and you will understand.

There was anger in his eyes, and his trembling hands and feet were evidence of his forcible suppression of emotions.

At this moment, their hearts are probably boiling with anger.

The crisis is still not over.

We are being placed at the center of a conflict that is about to break out.

"Come to think of it, I haven't even heard your purpose."

"—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?"

There is no malice, nor any good intention.

Saint Madia simply said this in a tone that sounded like she was asking something that was a matter of course.

Chapter 25 True Face

"Did she...Saint Madia really agree? That's the answer."

Inside the carriage, the only sounds were the horse's hooves hitting the ground and the creaking of the wheels.

Everyone sat quietly in the carriage, and the only one who opened her mouth was Ames Castina.

"I don't think so. He only agreed on the surface, but I have no idea what he really thinks. Saint Lady, this is probably the case."

He touched his neck, opened his mouth, and lazily uttered the words hidden in his throat.

Frodo was still unconscious in the carriage, and Filia closed her eyes and had no intention of answering.

There is no other way, so I have to respond myself.

"But, coming back to that, should we call it that guy's arrogance or pride? Or is he really showing respect?"

Although he said this, he immediately rejected the idea in his heart.

That can't be the case.

Ah, yes, that can't be possible.

That woman, that Saint Matthias, could never be such a simple woman.

After just a few simple conversations, I already understood each other very well.

That woman is the kind of person who can justify her actions no matter what as long as she can achieve her goal.

Even if it meant discrediting the teachings of her faith, she could see it as a necessary sacrifice.

This kind of...method of confusing right and wrong, that kind of woman is very good at it.

In other words, as long as she feels it is necessary to kill us, no matter how undoctrinal it is, she will give the order and let the soldiers chop off our heads.

Therefore, the fact that our heads are still hanging on our necks like this probably matches that guy's plan.

Otherwise, not to mention the other two people, but himself and Frodo would definitely be there, using the ashes-filled ground as a burial ground.

Yes, after all, it was just a matter of saving a life.

His upper body was only covered with a light robe.

In contrast, a very troublesome task is placed on my shoulders.

The light robe might even make people think it is iron armor.

That woman, that Mattia.

What a disgusting woman.

The guy's last whispers still linger in my ears.

—Then let's decide who will carry our message. Ann, Lalge Ann, should be suitable.

Yes, this was the woman's private words, spoken only to herself, with her hand on her shoulder.

To others, it probably looked like a man and woman saying goodbye intimately.

But in reality, it was the curse of the witch.

Whether it's the language or the fingertips it carries, it makes people feel particularly cold.

damn it.

This is terrible. I haven't even started to figure out how to restore Candice's memory, and I'm already involved in all this trouble.

"Anyway, let's get back to town. How's the employer lady doing?"

He shrugged slightly, lying on the shaking floor, speaking in a light tone.

Ames covered the lying Frodo with the blanket again and spoke with narrowed eyes.

"After all, it seems she's completely exhausted her magical powers, so her energy and physical strength are depleted. For now, let's not let her touch magic until she's recovered."

"Haha... In that case, the request has been cancelled."

He couldn't help but sigh and continued.

"Although I don't have the money yet, the deposit will be refunded."

Not only did I not get paid, I also had to return the deposit.

That's right, it's impossible to get paid for such an ugly work situation.

Of course, this is also mixed with his pride as an adventurer, as well as some other plans.

Aimees seemed quite surprised by this.

——I will convey it.

She nodded slightly and whispered meaningfully.

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Lalge An.

He is the guide to the Free City of Crossmaria, whom Selena had asked to find him.

That was a girl who looked even younger than herself and Filia.

Although his behavior and mannerisms are very childlike, his talent is undeniable.

Especially his ability to communicate with others, there is absolutely no room for doubt.

Well, the most troublesome thing is that the fellow is an Old Believer and belongs to the Church of Heraldry.

Of course, I had already learned from her that she was Helena's person, so I had some premonition.

But despite this, the expected results were completely different from what we actually heard.

In a corner of the slums designated as the meeting place, Lalge Ann appeared before him, still carrying the wooden barrel taller than her, walking briskly, as usual.

"I've heard what happened, Mr. Hero. Oh no, it should be Mr. Brave. Is that better, Mr. Murphy?"

In response to these words, which I couldn't tell whether they were sincere or mocking, a sound like a rolling bell came from my throat.

"Ah, well, excuse me." Lalge An said this and easily corrected the strange atmosphere.

This guy has an unquestionable talent for negotiating with others.

They chatted as they walked in a corner of the slums, testing each other's hearts.

Whether it is true or a transaction, that is all a matter for the future.

As for now, I can only try my best not to reveal my inner thoughts under her terrible "offensive".

"Like I said before, I'm not cut out for that. Brave men and heroes have nothing to do with me. Besides, isn't the true hero right here? So, all I need is the fame and money I want."

A brave man, or a hero.

If you ask yourself whether you have ever longed for these titles, the answer is difficult.

But... forget it. What would happen if an ordinary person like me dared to reach out over there?

Just look at what happened this time and it will be clear.

Look at this commission. If you make a wrong move, the answer is death.

No, actually dead.

It's just that I was there, saved by a talented person, someone who could truly be called a brave man or a hero.

There is really nothing we can do about this.

"So...Mr. Murphy, how much do you know about our purpose, and to what extent can you provide assistance?"

He spoke very politely, and the tone of each word seemed to be carefully woven.

Lalge An's tone was always polite, but this time it was even more so.

It's not a very friendly way of speaking, but it makes people feel extremely comfortable.

Also, the light that flickered in her eyes, the movements of her body, everything was different from her before.

Ah, that’s it.

Is this her true face, Lalga An?

A smile appeared on Lalge An's relaxed face. Although he was smiling, why did he feel something strange pressing on his chest?

Therefore, he couldn't help but reveal a somewhat depressed expression.

Chapter 26 Negotiations at that time

　A smile appeared on Lalge An's relaxed face. Although he was smiling, why did he feel something strange pressing on his chest?

Therefore, he couldn't help but reveal a somewhat depressed expression and answered.

"I don't know anything... I've only heard about it."

"...that's what I've heard." Lalge An repeated it like a parrot.

Then she nodded exaggeratedly and said.

"Hmm, I see. Did you use my name in your conversation with the Saint?"

"That's right. If that weren't the case, Her Majesty wouldn't have specially arranged for you to come here. I've heard that you don't have any close ties with us Heraldry Cultists."

Then, Lalge An, still with that overflowing smile, added.

"Oh, of course, you can use my name, if you like."

I can understand the implication of this sentence.