After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

—The armed Heraldry Cult, their suspicious level of vigilance, and the woman known as the Saint.

If I say this here now, it should be enough.

If he did so, his uncle would surely take him to the Kingdom of Leiden, and the danger would be over.

Since we sense the tension, it’s not wrong to prepare in advance.

However, if I say it, I can't stay here anymore.

Well, of course, there is also the option of not saying it now.

Aimees Castina was shocked by the thoughts that came to his mind, because this was the first time he had such a... outrageous idea.

Goodwill and justice.

He embarked on the road of life for these two reasons and has never gone astray.

It would be great if everything could continue to go on as it is in the future.

But now, here comes the first fork in the road.

It's about telling everything and getting out of here.

Or just keep silent and stay here.

——You should say it out loud.

If she spoke it out loud, that was what Ames Castina would do. That was how she had lived until now.

Because speaking out is the right thing to do.

For this reason, it’s okay to leave any questions that arise in your heart.

In Ames, two wills conflict with each other.

The will from Ames' heart and the will from justice and kindness are fighting against each other.

Ah, what's wrong? Is this trouble? Is this what they call trouble?

After a moment's hesitation, the winner of the struggle finally crawled out from Ames' mouth.

"...No, nothing, uncle. Yes, nothing in particular worth mentioning."

Originally, if it were my true self, I wouldn't have made such a judgment... Ames muttered to herself.

If you think it's the right thing to do, do it.

However, the impulse that was now arising in his heart was being covered by the cloth called justice.

Aimees felt that this was a shameful act that should be called deception.

Therefore, Aimee Castina made a decision.

It has nothing to do with justice and kindness, leave the choice to the will that emerges from your heart, and then.

—Stay in Crossmaria.

Chapter 31 Observation Haki

Perhaps because she was already accustomed to the bitter taste of the guild beer, Filia easily drank the beer that was delivered to the private room.

At the same time, he was rocking back and forth in his chair while shaking his silver hair and looking like he was enjoying himself.

However, while she spoke with a cheerful demeanor, she exuded a feeling that was far from cheerful.

"He wanders around wantonly and comes back with a lit powder keg. Hey, Murphy, what do you think we should call a guy like this? How about giving it a new name?"

Like the changeable weather, Filia's mood seemed to change for the worse in an instant.

Her anger was clearly visible from her silver hair that stood up.

Moreover, that sentence also contained the intention to hurt others with words.

That is something that even the most uneducated person can easily understand.

No, perhaps it is precisely because it is me that I can better understand the current situation.

It's not a problem for Murphy to think so, considering that in previous journeys, he was basically the punching bag for Filia.

However, the reason for her anger at the moment was so vague that Murphy was completely confused.

"Just control yourself a bit. This isn't something worth screaming your head off about. Haven't you noticed? If you want to escape from that Saint, you have to make a deal."

Murphy said this, soaking his tongue with the same beer, and sighed as he endured Filia's glare.

Although this woman has been like this for a long time.

But it is obvious that in his opinion, the current situation is much better than in the past when force was used at every turn.

Filia's silver eyes flickered as she stared at him intently.

The mockery and anger in his expression had completely vanished, and before he knew it, it had transformed into an expression of helplessness.

Looking at this expression, Murphy always felt as if she was being treated as a fool by her.

"So, you just meekly accepted their terms and agreed to assist the Herald Cultists? And then you made that woman your subordinate. Ha! It seems my previous thinking was completely wrong."

That woman, is she referring to Frodo Volgograd?

I don’t know how Filia will face what she said now when her memory is restored.

Murphy couldn't help but laugh at her current sarcastic remarks.

"You're saying harsh things again. I just hope you can change that a little bit."

Murphy hunched her shoulders slightly, lowered her eyes, and spoke to the ground.

It was as if he was speaking to the ground, his voice was suppressed.

"Besides, they said they would help each other. Perhaps they will make good use of this place and then abandon it somewhere."

——So, we will do the same thing here.

Murphy scratched the corner of her eye gently and told Filia like this.

Yes, of course.

Don't the Heralds, even Lalga An, trust me?

That's right. After all, he is just a despicable man with memories of the past that no one knows where they come from. His character and knowledge are not trustworthy enough.

So who would trust someone like me?

Forget it. Being trusted has never happened in my life before.

Therefore, I have long been accustomed to trading under suspicion.

How should one act as someone under suspicion? What should one do to dispel the other person's suspicions?

The answers to these questions are very clear to me.

Moreover, through the previous conversation in the underground temple, it is not difficult to see what the saint is thinking.

——Perhaps this group of people can be used a little. If possible, it would be great if they could become the spark before conquering Crossmaria.

It can be expected that when the saint made the decision to join forces with this side, the inner thoughts of the saint were probably about the same.

If that is true, yes, if the other party really wants to use you and then throw you away, then there is no reason not to fight back.

"...Those guys used me, so I have to use them too. That's the right thing to do, right?"

As he spoke, Murphy felt the bitter taste of the beer passing through his throat and silently placed the wooden cup on the table between himself and Filia.

"When they breach the city walls and prepare to strike at my beloved Crossmaria, that's when the show begins."

"When the time comes, I'm going to give them a good blow on the jaw. To do that, they need to be fully prepared in advance."

Murphy said this, clenched his fists and narrowed his eyes.

This must be done. After all, the place where humans can most easily achieve success is the battlefield.

Moreover, fortunately, I have already buried the outcome and part of the process of the war in this head.

Great, these are great conditions.

So, all that remains is how to use it.

Ah, after all, it's just a matter of facing danger and fiddling with the balance of the pendulum with your fingers. It's that simple.

"Hmph, I see. And then, that woman... Frodo, what was your reason for bringing her into this conspiracy? You wouldn't resort to violence against a woman in that situation, would you?"

Hey, Filia, what the hell are you talking about?

Even though it's still Frodo now, it's actually Candice, right? So how could I possibly be violent towards that guy?

Murphy began to look forward to the day when Filia would recover her memory, and even he himself didn't know why.

And Filia seemed to realize something and suddenly turned her gaze to him.

Facing that gaze, Murphy even felt as if the wine he had poured into his throat had flowed back into his mouth, with a subtle sweetness lingering in his mouth.

Therefore, he could only cough and look away to avoid Filia who was still staring at him.

Now she and I are only separated by a table. If it were this guy, he would probably pounce on me the moment he was in a bad mood.

Thinking of this, Murphy felt that his throat seemed to begin to tremble strangely.

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I've been a little confused recently about whether to use the first person or the third person.

Because I don’t know which one you find more comfortable to watch, I would like to ask for your reference.

This chapter uses the third person. You can compare it with the previous first person and tell me what you think.

Thank you everyone.

Chapter 32 Self-Defense Organization

Murphy responded to Filia with a trembling throat.

"...Frodo possesses indisputable talent. Ah, just like you."

Ah, as expected, it’s better to end this topic as soon as possible.

The moment Filia raised her eyebrows, this thought came to Murphy's mind, so he quickly explained.

"While I don't know yet whether she has confidence in herself, there's no doubt she'll make a name for herself. Therefore, in order to easily gain the trust of the Heraldry Cultists, her help is necessary."

"Haha." Filia laughed coldly and continued, "Don't you think this is a gamble?"

"It's a good bet no matter how you look at it, 50-50. As long as she, Frodo, is willing to hold this hand, it will be fine. If not—"

Yes, if you don’t want to be linked, then that’s it. Anyway, there are still plenty of ways to deal with it.

Making friends with excellent partners and working closely together is the way of partnership.

In response to Murphy who snorted silently and laughed, Filia sighed deeply, and her silver hair began to shake violently.

"So, what's your reason for telling me all this? You must have a reason, right?"

Of course there is.

Murphy stroked his chin, called the maid, and then asked her to refill the beer.

"Here, you should serve as helpers of the Crossmaria Self-Defense Organization. If possible, I hope you can successfully cultivate a sense of companionship, because that is something I cannot do."

The new ale brought by the maid tasted quite bitter.

Filia frowned slightly, and as if urging Murphy to continue, she moistened her lips with the beer.

In the free city of Crossmaria, the defense organization is not a knightly order composed of nobles, but relies on self-defense organizations composed of citizens to protect the country.

Anyone who is a citizen can join that organization and become the shield and spear that protects the city.

Unlike ordinary countries, citizens have a lot of say in Crossmaria because they replace the Knights as the guardians of the country.

Perhaps it is for this reason that people in self-defense organizations have a very strong sense of camaraderie and compatriotism.

If a guy like Murphy, who came from nowhere, tried to enter, being kicked out was a foreseeable result.

But Filia is different. I have heard her say before that she used to be a knight, and this identity came from the traditional Kingdom of Leiden.

Despite their denials, the self-defense groups desperately want three things.

Tradition, story and character.

This is often a rare and valuable thing for self-defense organizations that recruit members from among the citizens.