After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

"It's just that, there's a high probability that she's not a good person, hmm... But even if that's the case, it doesn't matter. If possible, I really hope she doesn't go on stage, at least not until the curtain falls."

In fact, apart from their beauty, Murphy has no idea what their personalities are like. After all, the values ​​of elves are very different from those of humans.

In addition, there is the most important point.

In his opinion, elves are actually similar to humans. Both are creatures that are full of prejudice against things they don't like, and then rationalize all discrimination.

In short, Murphy didn't think he could deal with them well, but he vaguely remembered that the brave man, Ames Castina, seemed to be doing quite well at that time.

　"—Hawk, how about raising the stakes to wine and cheese?"

After giving an ambiguous explanation to Frodo, Murphy turned to Wood and said this in order to quickly end the topic of elves.

In fact, Murphy didn't want to discuss this topic too much.

Because the memory of the elf princess that remained in his mind was not a good one, it could even be said to be quite painful.

Of course, he didn't know whether that memory was real or had been altered.

However, based on previous situations, he still felt that the latter was more likely.

Then, after Murphy said the above words, contrary to what he expected, Frodo's face became gloomy.

On Hawke's side, after a moment of looking annoyed, he nodded in agreement to Murphy's suggestion to raise the stakes.

It seems like both of them have good cards. In that case, there would be no point if we don't raise the stakes.

Thinking of this, Murphy looked at Frodo again.

Coincidentally, there was still half of the bread left, and it seemed that Frodo was almost done eating.

So Murphy turned back and turned over the cards on the table with Hawke.

Just then, a shrill sound came from a distance.

"Poo ...

That's the sound of a horn.

The sound rings well in the ears, giving people the feeling that if they listen to it for too long, they will faint somewhere.

Murphy was very familiar with this sound. It was the sound used by the slum residents, Hawke's sister, Adeline, when calling people.

"Damn, my luck today is completely awful. Lady Luck must have known the outcome before she even saw the cards."

When the cards were turned, Murphy's was four and Hawk's was five.

So, Murphy shouted, "Order wine and cheese," while swinging the sword at his waist, and left his seat as if attracted by the sound of a trumpet.

"Mei, Brother Murphy..."

As for the winner of the bet, Hawke, he sat in his seat with a pale face, as if he was extremely frightened.

His hands and feet were shaking in a way that was out of proportion to his huge body, because he knew what the trumpet sounded.

However, even though his knees were cramping, he tried hard to stand up from the chair.

In Murphy's opinion, this may be a manifestation of stubbornness or sense of responsibility.

Then, as he struggled to stand, Hawke's big nose swayed and his breathing began to quicken.

"It's okay, Hawke. It's just a lowly member of the Guards checking out the slum dwellers. There's always a couple of guys who like to show off in places like that."

Murphy tried her best to put on a confident smile and said this while looking into Hawke's eyes.

Hawke seemed relieved, but a complex color appeared in his eyes.

Then, Murphy turned to look at Frodo, intending to let her continue eating breakfast.

But Murphy was interrupted halfway through his words.

"Why? Hate you! We are accomplices, right? So I hope you can hold my hand. Don't you want to be with me?"

Frodo was speaking words that were very characteristic of Frodo.

Rather, why could she say those words so naturally?

At this moment, Murphy had doubts in her heart. Such doubts arose.

Because every word that came out of Frodo's mouth was full of confidence.

So, Murphy sighed inwardly, with a different feeling than when she treated Hawke, and twirled her tongue as if in impatience.

"Your identity is too conspicuous. If you are from the Guards, someone should have seen you."

That’s right, although this free city is the center of trade, Frodo’s identity is too sensitive.

If the guards noticed Frodo and reported the matter to their superiors, it would become troublesome.

"You came to the slums voluntarily, but there are too many rumors about slum abductions in that city. So, if you are seen here, I really don't know how the rumor will be used."

It's not as if Frodo didn't notice this situation.

Well, with such a clever mind, she probably made such remarks only after understanding everything.

"--So, Murphy doesn't need me anymore? Well, I'll go back as you wish. I'll stop by the Guards' office while I'm at it."

As Frodo said this, she looked into Murphy's eyes with a refreshing smile.

Then, the opposite of that.

A huge sigh seemed to be about to overflow from Murphy's throat, but he swallowed it reluctantly.

This is a threat, isn't it? Isn't this what people in the world call a threat? Miss Frodo.

"...Go get the hoodie. At least make less noise so as not to attract attention."

Hearing this, Frodo put the remaining half of the bread on the plate, then stood up and went to the second floor to get her hoodie.

Murphy looked at the back of the figure who seemed to be in a particularly good mood, narrowed his eyes, and at the same time pressed his hand on Hawk who was staring at him worriedly.

Then he let out the huge sigh he had been suppressing from his lungs.

Chapter 38: People Deprived of Thought

"Poo ...

"...What, today is it?!"

In an instant, the shrill sound of horns resounded throughout the slum.

This occasionally echoes with the sound of the ghetto, making people look up at the sky.

No matter who it is, when they hear this sound, they will hide in the room and stick their heads out of the window. They know what the sound means.

Although due to the rich nightlife in the slums, the open-air shopping street that should have been bustling at night is now quiet.

But today, the reason why there was silence was not because of this.

Rather, it was because of the intruders who shouldn't be here—the Guards who usually patrolled Crossmaria City—who spoke up on behalf of the residents of the slums.

"Deputy Captain, I'm sorry. The thief fled into an alleyway in the slums and hasn't been found yet. However, the person I believe assisted the thief has been located."

The man called the deputy captain is thin, but gives people a sharp feeling.

On its mean cheeks, there are a pair of special eyes - its pupils are contracted, revealing only a tiny vertical line.

Then, the team members caught a child with two ponytails on each side. She was not young and could be called a girl.

Although the girl was dressed neatly, judging by the clothes she was wearing, she looked like a slum dweller.

In one of the girl's hands, there was a dirty speaker that was continuously making noises.

After taking a quick glance at something that even a scrap merchant wouldn't bother to look at, the man called the deputy captain looked down on the girl and spoke in an extremely cold voice.

"Is it true that you helped the thieves escape?"

The girl had no answer to this question.

Her mouth closed tightly in fear, and her throat was spasming but no sound came out.

Yes, she didn't answer anything because she couldn't answer anything.

And because the man kept staring at the girl, the corners of the girl's mouth couldn't help but twitch.

As expected, those eyes that easily remind people of reptiles make it difficult for people to feel close to them.

Even the team member who brought the girl out began to sweat on his forehead. He huddled aside timidly, as if he was worried that something bad might happen to him.

At this moment, the eyes of the man called the vice-captain narrowed instantly, and his gaze turned to the neck of the girl holding the loudspeaker.

In an instant, the girl's shoulders seemed to resist and wanted to shrink.

But she couldn't do it because the team member who grabbed her stopped her with his hands.

Then, there, a black birthmark appeared on the girl's neck.

No, that's a tattoo.

That tattoo is proof of a past crime.

This is proof of a person who has committed an unforgivable crime and has a bounty on his head within the city walls.

"I see. That's settled then." The man said this and nodded after seeing the tattoo.

"If she is an accomplice of the thieves, even if she is a young girl, I will show no mercy. Then, you, cut off her right arm according to the law!"

The member pointed at by the man drew his sword without hesitation, the blue blade reflecting the sunlight.

The girl's timid eyes opened in an instant, and cold sweat began to flow down her back.

The fear and anxiety brought about by the surging momentum of the sword-drawing team member made her knees unable to move.

And her eyes looked around as if seeking help.

There are many people around, all of whom belong to the slums.

In contrast, the guards, including the man called the vice-captain, only consisted of five people.

Therefore, if the residents of the slums can gather together, they can suppress the guards at all costs.

Because no matter how elite they are, they cannot resist the violence brought by numbers.

However, no one responded to the girl's gaze.

Everyone around her was like the girl, unable to say anything.

Because if you dare to complain here, your arm will be chopped off.

No, if the situation had been any worse, it might have been his head that flew away.

Ah, the other party is the one living within the city wall, not inferior people like us.

So, I can’t say it, it’s impossible to say it.

Of course, there's nothing we can do.

Because we are stupid, it is natural that we are trampled upon. We are only worthy of working hard to survive every day.

This is the inner thoughts of the onlookers around. As residents of the slums, they entrust their thoughts to God and live desperately, just like the stones on the roadside.

And then, just like that, everyone was deprived of their thoughts.

and so.

——Yes, there is nothing we can do about it.

With no one to respond, the girl could only bite her lips and curse her throat which was unable to make a sound.

Ah, if I could make a sound, I would not only curse my throat, but also curse the whole world.

But now, even the trumpet as the last hope has no meaning.

My brother, who would have rushed over when he heard that voice, will definitely not come this time.

Well, maybe it's a good thing.

Because if I die, that brave brother might come back to life.

Maybe, everything will change because of this.

So it’s better for that man not to come.

The sword, wrapped in blue light, slashed down.

It's too late.

The right hand being cut off was inevitable and no one could prevent it.