After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

Yeah, of course.

There is no such thing as someone who is willing to risk his life for me.

Seriously, I had two idiotic dreams.

Ah, be strong, you must be strong.

I must have been tricked by the guild. I really shouldn't have made that request.

I thought this would open up a new world, but it seems I misunderstood.

Frodo lowered her eyes and let out a breath to calm her thoughts.

Too impatient, he went out into the world through the guild and then took revenge on those who mocked him.

Because of a momentary emotion, I fell into foolish impatience.

Since she was not born in a free city, she cannot use the official magician's guild.

The Magicians' Guild always nourishes the Crossmaria magicians because this is where the national interest lies.

Foreigners like Frodo are not eligible for guild services.

Well, same as usual.

Let’s start our daily routine as usual today.

Joined Ames Castina, received magic lessons, and worked hard on her research.

Only in this way.

That's obviously the only way.

Why? Why is there such an emptiness inside?

It's the same as usual, nothing has changed.

Why, my heart, trembles in pain?

No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't move forward towards the academy, nor could I go to the place where I usually met Ames.

That day, Frodo missed the magic lecture for the first time.

No one cares.

No one was interested because it was just trivial matters.

"What am I doing..."

Frodo lowered her head and blurted out these words.

With toes curled, I wandered aimlessly around the city.

There is nothing, there can be nothing.

But, there is something in my heart that tells me that there is something missing.

I never want to go back, let alone return to that kind of daily life.

My heart felt like it wanted to tear through my chest and leap out.

——Being despised, looked down upon, and having my opinions never respected. I don't want to go back to that kind of daily life.

Such words kept repeating in my heart.

But there was nothing.

Dream, it was all a dream... Frodo murmured in her heart.

Ah, today, I didn’t go to Ames.

That's not okay, that's wrong, and you need to apologize.

Then, ask her for help with research.

——Because, the only one who can do something for me is Aimee Castina.

Shaking his black hair, he sighed deeply, and his feet naturally walked towards the door connecting to the outside world.

Daydreaming, Frodo leaned against the stone gate and looked outside.

Indeed, it is here.

In the dream, I met that man here.

And so, then—

Frodo's eyes widened involuntarily.

A shaking wooden barrel, and a figure walking towards the slums next to the barrel.

Ah, yes.

The continuation of the dream is right there.

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

Frodo's mind, which had been shrouded in clouds and mist, seemed to clear up, and she thought of that man.

He who saved me, he who risked his life for his dignity, Murphy.

Of course, that wasn't a dream.

It is definitely not a delusion created by the brain to comfort daily life.

He was there, and he was speaking to me.

And then, but, ah, yes, those were just unbelievable, nightmarish words.

Black eyes stared at everyone in the house, lips parted as if organizing his thoughts.

"...That's not a rational statement. I might even say I'm overthinking it. Are you... a spy from some country?"

Frodo, who asked the question with a pale face, simply shrugged exaggeratedly and spoke.

"How could that be? However, the Saint Lady I saw the other day was fascinated by this place. Besides, I have saved my life after all, so I have to pay the price. So I have no choice but to roll up my sleeves and work hard."

Frodo sorted out the meaning of those words in her mind, and then, with trembling dry lips, she spoke in a lost voice.

"So, joining forces with the Heraldry Cult? That's useless, that's totally unnatural. Thousands of people have tried to do it in the past, but no one has been able to do it. No... no, if they do, wouldn't that be—"

——Doesn’t this mean that we have become the enemy of the world?

The fragmented sounds that emanated from Frodo's trembling lips revealed the hidden meaning.

It’s terrifying just to think about it, because all the surrounding countries respect the Goddess Cult.

Of course, the degree of persecution and suppression of Heraldry does vary from country to country.

However, if Crossmaria falls, that would be a different matter.

By then, there is no doubt that the church will have a legitimate reason to fight against Heraldry.

In fact, it might be better to say that this is what they really want to see.

After that, no matter which country it was, as long as it had a sense of justice, it would never miss the opportunity to establish its own power in the free city of Crossmaria.

There is no doubt that whether the invasion of Crossmaria succeeds or fails, the Heraldry Cult will become the enemy of the world.

By then, Murphy, who assisted the Heraldry Cult, would also—

Frodo's legs curled up as if something had grabbed them, and her whole body stiffened.

My brain didn't want to think anymore, but the blood flow in my body was accelerating like crazy.

"You must be kidding. What a joke, Murphy, you're just being used!"

"Whether it's the Saint or these people, apart from them, have you ever considered your own affairs for even a little bit? Have you ever thought about it?!"

Frodo could see clearly that the gazes of the men and girls in the house had become slightly more intense.

This is a kind of vigilance and the desire to block one's sight.

But never mind, I don’t want to deal with that kind of thing right now.

The scene in the underground temple emerged in Frodo's mind.

The figure of Murphy, whose whole body was on fire, trying to save himself but almost lost his life.

Ugh, disgusting.

I never want to see that kind of scene again.

——I don’t want to lose him again.

So, don't get killed just because of your crazy delusion of taking back the Free City.

Frodo responded to the gaze directed at her without any hesitation.

Those were eyes that could freeze everything they saw.

In those black pupils, there is a brilliant will that no one can shake.

This will radiates a strong light that cannot be violated by anyone.

"After all, you are an adventurer. If you start a rebellion, your identity will undoubtedly be stripped away. If you participate in such an incident, you will never walk in the world of daylight again."

That’s right, the so-called adventurer is just a small identity that can be blown away by the wind.

If the fact that they participated in the Heraldic Cult's offensive against Crossmaria became known, adventurers would no longer be able to live a normal life.

It's okay for the nobles and the upper class, but lowly commoners like adventurers have no chance of redeeming their reputation and no possibility of washing away their stigma.

It can be seen that Murphy's face seems to be twitching and shaking.

Have these words, these words, been conveyed to him?

Frodo's eyes were filled with big tears of emotion.

No, I don’t want that.

Losing you, or the death of someone who struggled to live... No, that's not right. Those polite words don't matter anymore.

——How could I allow the person who risked his life to save me to die? How could I allow Mr. Murphy, who saved me, to die?

Frodo's black hair fell on her slender shoulders, and her breathing began to become heavy.

His emotions began to stir, and his body was enveloped in heat.

The blood throughout his body was as hot as if it were filled with strong liquor.

Waiting for Frodo's breathing to calm down, Murphy looked at her silently, and then, as if looking for words, slowly opened his mouth.

"I was neither blessed nor gifted with any talent, nor was I ever favored by God. This is who I am."

The words Murphy threw into the room made the other three open their eyes slightly.

These words were not meant as a response to Frodo's passion, nor were they meant to comfort her.

Yes, if I have to say it, it's just a monologue-like self-narration.

"In the past, I've licked the bitterness so many times, looked down upon by everyone, insulted by everyone. Ah... But, there's nothing I can do, there really is nothing I can do. After all, I'm just a piece of trash."

Frodo couldn't answer that.

She knew only too well the humiliation of being looked down upon and insulted.

However, she just couldn't accept the trash talk coming out of his mouth.

——No way!

Such rebuttal words were stuck on her lips, and in the end, she swallowed them back into her stomach without saying them out loud.

"If you walk on a road that has been trodden by everyone, living every day full of resignation and laziness, doing nothing but watching yourself degenerate."

"If that's the case, I can't do it."

"So, if you want to change, you can only walk on a thorny road, wash away the past with your own blood, and be reborn."

In Frodo's opinion, this is a very true statement.

It was as if he had already experienced those things and was deeply afraid of those days.

Frodo believed that these words were spoken in this tone.

"So, yes, it's been decided long ago. My heart has already made up its mind. No matter what, I can't embark on that path."