After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

A stronghold? Here... the slums?

So that's how it is. They—the Heraldry Cultists—seem to be increasingly eager to involve me in their plans.

Otherwise, the saint would not have deliberately exposed her subordinate, Large An, to monitor her.

Yes, it was surveillance, the same thing the slumlord did.

From life here, to negotiations with the guild, even accommodation and food, everything will be taken care of by Lalge An.

If he ignored the words of the saint and did not establish a cooperative system with Larga An, his life would be taken sooner or later.

At the very least, before gaining her trust and building a good relationship, it is necessary to pretend to be helpful to some extent.

But there is a problem.

Why does that lady appreciate me so much?

Oh, no, it shouldn't be here.

Like this, I gently shook my head in denial.

Among those present were Filia, Frodo, and Ames Castina, and it was a token of appreciation for the group including them.

If that's the case, then it makes sense to some extent.

What’s even more terrifying is that all the lowest-level Heraldry cultists are out of control.

Although it was only a part of it, after all, I did burn the knowledge and wisdom that those guys cherished most.

For those guys, it probably felt like anger was boiling in their guts.

What suppressed this emotion was the leadership charm of Saint Matthias.

Therefore, if he jumped out of the hands of the saint, not only himself and Filia, but even Frodo Volgograd would be ambushed.

Yes, even Frodo, who on the surface only had a brief encounter with me.

Just then, Lalge An's voice was heard.

"I heard he was your partner, so I didn't get rid of him. Do you want to separate?"

After making that statement, she stopped and turned back.

Follow her footsteps and look back.

——Clang.

There was a sound like something iron falling.

Then came the roar that echoed in the slums, followed by a female voice that kept apologizing.

If you're going to stalk someone, at least I hope you can think about how to react if they notice.

After waiting for a while, nothing came out.

Could it be that she is still staying where she is because of the mistake she made just now?

My cheeks twitched, a nasty premonition swirled in my mind, and just to be on the safe side, I tried calling out that name.

"Ahem, uh—well, are you practicing comedy? Frodo Volgograd, my employer."

There was a sound of creaking wood.

Lalge An's surprised expression and gaze were unbearable.

It wasn't my order, and I didn't specifically notify you, so please don't look at me like that.

From the shadows of a corner of the slums, the master magician, Frodo Volgograd, emerged, her gorgeous black hair slightly untied, confusion lingering in her gaze.

“…What?”

I didn't expect the person being followed to say that. That should be the line here, right?

"Nothing, I just saw you occasionally, that's all, but I didn't chase you around."

As if looking for an excuse, Frodo strung her words together, looking around as if trying to escape from the questioning here.

That action makes people suspicious.

There was no doubt that she was looking around.

As for the reason, we don’t know either.

Facing Lalge An's "what to do now" gaze, he couldn't help but sigh.

I always feel like there's a spirit that collects bad luck and is haunting me.

No matter where these guys go, they have no intention of letting me go.

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After wandering around in the endless slums, the place we finally arrived at was a room in a brothel.

The simple room, which only had a bed and a round table, was very narrow and would feel a bit stuffy if four people entered together.

If you add the large wooden barrel placed there, it would be even narrower.

In fact, we have always been concerned about what is in the bucket.

Judging from this narrow place, there are probably several other strongholds of the Heraldry Cult besides this one.

Should we praise their prudence or sigh and say, "It's too much trouble."

In this stronghold, Large An introduced a man who belonged to the Church of Heraldry. He was not a soldier of the Church of Heraldry. Well... if I have to say it, perhaps the word "assistant" would be more appropriate.

He was sitting in the chair, shaking his head. His hunched posture always made people feel that he was crushed by the burden he was carrying.

"No. We've tried everything, but the residents here are so devoid of spirit. It's ingrained in their bones."

Hearing this, Lalge An frowned and touched his chin with his fingers.

She always had a cheerful expression, but now she had such a sad face. It was a rare impression.

But, as expected.

For this reason, I couldn't help but blink.

I already knew why Lalge An and the Herald Cultists would set up a base in the slums.

It seems that it is not just because of the large flow of people in the slums, but also because of the simple reason of being inconspicuous.

"People in the ghetto have their own unique logic and customs. What they received is what they received, but that doesn't mean they will give you anything."

"Furthermore, since she is the Saint's sister, why is she so stubborn and unwilling to help?"

The man shook his head, sighed sadly, and complained.

But then, he seemed to realize something.

So he raised his head and explained to Lalge An, who had frowned slightly and seemed to want to say something.

"Oh, sorry for the slip of the tongue. The mission hasn't made any progress lately, so..."

Large An shook his head slightly as if to show his understanding of the man's unfinished words.

Seeing that An had no intention of continuing to struggle, the man nodded slightly at her to express his gratitude.

Then, he turned his gaze towards this side and Frodo beside him.

"By the way, Ann, who are those two people over there?"

Frodo realized that this was a brothel and shook her shoulders looking a little uncomfortable, with a blush on her face.

No matter what, the charming female voice was coming through the thin walls around them again and again.

No matter how reluctant you are, it will still enter your ears.

Because of this, this place can be said to be a very convenient place for secret meetings.

"By the way, this is the hero, Mr. Murphy. And this is Mr. Murphy's friend, Miss Frodo."

After listening to Lalga An's introduction, Frodo sat up uneasily and opened her lips.

"Um, what kind of gathering is this? A secret meeting in the slums feels like some evil organization. It doesn't feel very comfortable."

The man stared at Lalge An with wide eyes, then passed through her sight and finally came here.

His gaze seemed to be asking why he had brought this woman here.

I don’t know how to answer this.

Of course, after all, this is a gamble in a sense, and it can even be called a big gamble.

If all goes well, there will be a chance to pull Frodo away from Ames Castina, and then slowly find a way to restore Candice's memory.

However, even if you fail, there are still many other options.

After all, adventurers are accustomed to doing shady things behind the scenes.

Moreover, there is still a chance of winning.

Regarding the incident in the underground temple, if you saw that, your chances of winning would be 50-50.

And for us, as long as the winning rate can reach 50%, it would be considered great.

So, in response to the six eyes staring at him, he opened his lips.

"A secret meeting in the dark, in the slums, and with a group of people who can hardly be called decent. Even an angel wouldn't call that kind, Miss Employer."

Hearing this, Frodo's eyebrows raised slightly.

His lips were tight, his body began to tremble with fear, and a gurgling sound came from his throat.

"That's right. This was an evil secret meeting, discussing how to hold my beloved Crossmaria tightly in my arms."

The words squeezed out in the darkness instantly made all three parties nervous.

Larga Anhe and the man stared at Frodo's every move with wide eyes.

No matter what happens, she cannot escape.

Whatever she did had to be dealt with immediately.

In this tense moment, Frodo's beautiful black eyes opened wide.

It's like a mirror, in which I see my own reflection.

Chapter 29 The Continuation of the Dream

　(This is the correct content after modification, not a repeated chapter, please feel free to read.)

When Vlado Volgograd woke up, no one was there.

Lying on the bed in the unchanging college dormitory, looking at the familiar ceiling, Frodo blinked several times.

The scene in the dormitory was the same as usual.

It has been like this since the day I woke up in this dormitory.

The room was empty, with only a pile of experimental equipment and scattered books.

My head was as fuzzy as if surrounded by clouds and smoke, and I felt a little dizzy.

——Perhaps, it was just a dream.

This thought, without any reason, arose in Frodo's mind.

It was like I had two completely different yet somewhat similar dreams.

It’s like having two completely different yet somewhat similar lives.

But, undoubtedly, those are all false.

Yes, it's all fake.

Because, how could it be possible for the same person to appear in two different lives?

Moreover, no matter which dream it was, that person actually did something that risked his life for himself.

how can that be possible.

Those things are undoubtedly just delusions created by the brain to comfort itself.

that is the truth.

The scene reflected in those dark pupils was the same as usual.

An all too common scene, just like any other morning.