After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

Just like that, the sounds of people holding their breath overlapped as they watched the blue light.

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I have had a lot of time recently, and I just finished organizing the detailed outline, so my typing efficiency has also increased. Everyone can see the recent update speed, so I might as well offer a reward.

Since it was the first time to offer a bounty, I wasn't clear about the specific rules, so I looked at other people's rules and found that everyone seemed to be giving one chapter for every 50 monthly tickets, or one chapter for every 5000 reward.

But I am a small-time author after all, so I feel it is not a good idea to ask for such a high reward. Maybe no one will reward me, so I will just cut it in half.

The reward rules are as follows:

Today is Thursday, May 4th. The reward will end next Friday, with no upper limit.

25 monthly tickets or 2500 fire coupons will give you one more chapter.

There will be a minimum of three updates per day, and updates above three will be considered extra updates.

Previous updates will not be counted, and will be counted starting from tomorrow's (5.5) update.

Currently, this book has been rewarded with 600 fire coupons and 18 monthly tickets.

It’s not a lot anyway, so I might as well write it all down.

Thank you all for your continued support.

Chapter 39: Fragile

"Hey...um, Murphy...um...can you hear me now?"

Frodo walked quickly in the darkness, muttering to herself.

Her eyes were almost completely hidden in the shadow of her hood, blending in with the color of her hair.

With the hood on, it was hard to see her face.

After all, it's dark everywhere in this slum.

At this moment, Frodo's shoulders were shaking slightly up and down, and she was panting.

Although Murphy slowed down a bit so that she could keep up.

But it is natural that such a situation would occur after running back and forth in the slums without rest.

As long as I agreed, she could rest. In other words, I was her hope to stop. Perhaps this was what Frodo thought, which was why she spoke to me.

Thinking of this, Murphy shook his head and said.

"I'm sorry, Frodo, but I can't rest just yet. When that trumpet blows, it's bound to be the time when some demon's arm will be pressed against your neck. And I don't know why, but the thought of having an arm cut off makes me feel really bad."

Murphy said as she slowed down her pace a little.

However, the speed at this moment is still that of walking briskly on the trail.

Then, he looked back and saw that Frodo shook her head slightly as if to deny what he said.

So he narrowed his eyes and asked, "What's wrong?"

Hearing this question, Frodo gasped and said, "Um... Although you don't look like you have any special expression right now, are you really... not angry?"

Frodo's words were intermittent, and when she said the last sentence, her tone sounded particularly weak, which was very different from the tone Murphy heard before she set off.

Murphy's throat began to make a reflexive sound when she heard the question.

Although he wanted to speak, he had no idea what to say regarding those words that could be considered extremely weak.

"Hmm...ah. As expected, have I troubled you? As expected, I'm still too...ah, yes, it's not like I can do anything special...but if I'm left alone, I'll feel like I'm not needed..."

As she confided those words to Murphy, Frodo's emotions gradually came out.

And during that time, she never raised her head once.

From the very first time they met, Murphy always thought she was a very strong woman and had always gotten along with her on this premise.

So now when he saw the woman's somewhat weak figure, he always felt that this seemed bad, as if something was blaming him.

Rather, what he least wanted to see was Frodo in this state.

After all, wouldn't it be better to just keep those feelings inside? Ah... well, never mind, just treat that as your weakness and master it.

After finding a reason for herself, Murphy shook her head to dispel these messy thoughts and turned her gaze back to the front.

There was light in front of me, and it looked like I was about to reach the main road. The horn sound was most likely coming from there.

Seeing that Murphy just glanced back without replying, Frodo continued.

"Wow, I know. I know I'm saying something weird. But, in that case..."

——Can’t you just leave me alone?

This sentence, which sounded like a quarrel, still declared that the confusion in Murphy's heart had not yet dissipated.

"Who are you calling unnecessary? No, actually, you are necessary, Frodo. Because I can't get on the stage alone."

How can I talk to Frodo and make her believe it?

Thinking of this, Murphy tried hard to slowly organize the words through his brain.

As a result, those words completely disappeared in the moment before they were spoken.

Because, for the situation before him, words like that were unnecessary.

The guards, with their swords drawn, showed no intention of stopping the slum dwellers who were part of the guards.

And the captured girl—Hawk's sister, Adeline.

This picture was reflected in Murphy's eyes.

Ah...can't catch up.

The figure in the distance is still very small, which means it is still very far away from there, right?

So no matter how hard you run, it's too late.

That speed has exceeded the limits of human beings, and only people with talent can surpass this limit.

Then, I am not such a talented person.

So, if this continues, then all endings will follow the rules of the world.

The girl's right arm would be chopped off, and the slum dwellers would once again accept the outcome and give up resistance.

The guards, on the other hand, continued to trample on their lives.

Haha, to be honest, this is a really unpleasant ending.

But no, this ending is not acceptable.

You have to do something to make it work.

Because this heart has already made up its mind, no matter what, it will never embark on that path again.

However, you cannot reach that stage by yourself.

So--

"—Please, Frodo. I've been abandoned by the goddess of luck. If you don't come to help me, I won't be able to get there at all. Besides, you need to be powerful and hit the target."

Even though he didn't have much energy left, Murphy still forced a smile on his face and said so.

Even he himself knew how stupid what he had just said was.

However, he really couldn't ignore Frodo's weak-looking figure.

He couldn't just stay silent like that.

Because he understood the outcome of that situation very well. If nothing could be done, he would have the urge to humiliate himself.

At the same time, you will deeply remember the pain of not being needed by others.

He knows that kind of thing best.

Therefore, he naturally knows best what people like this need.

Of course, what he said just now were not words of comfort, but a confession from his heart.

Because Frodo does have that kind of talent, the ability to send him, Murphy, to that stage.

So in the final analysis, the role of comfort is just incidental.

Really, it's just a side thing.

So, the moment she heard Murphy's words, the black eyes widened and Frodo was stunned.

However, that was just a blink of an eye.

"Well, leave it to me. I'll do it carefully and without hesitation—after all, I'm the one who forged you."

In Murphy's opinion, this look, this confident look, was indeed dazzling.

Because this is the true attitude of Frodo Volgograd, without a doubt.

Chapter 40 The So-Called Lizard (4000)

It was too late, the girl's arm was about to fall.

At the moment when everyone thought so.

In a split second, yes, it was like a flash of lightning.

Blue light and silver light, biting together.

Miraculously, no violent noise was made.

Then, faced with the sudden change, no one spoke.

So at this moment, there is no sound.

Because everyone just held their breath and witnessed the scene quietly.

The sword that was supposed to cut off the girl's right arm was picked up by something and flew in the air.

Then, there was a "pop" sound and it fell to the ground.

It was so sudden.

Without any reason or warning, the ending was changed.

The only thing that responded to the shock in the hearts of this group of people was the dust and sand that was carried along by the wind.

"Hey, little sister. Don't risk your life every time you go out to play. Stop doing that."

Murphy suddenly appeared, tucked the girl under his arm, and shrugged.

Adeline's mouth relaxed for a moment, then turned into dissatisfaction.

Why was I rescued again? Anyway, how did this man appear?

Adeline's pupils swayed, and her heart, which was unable to calm down, began to beat rapidly.

It was clearly a distance that no matter how hard one struggled, a human being would never be able to catch up.

The sword would separate his right arm from his body, and it had even reached a point where it was unavoidable.

Even so, this man appeared here in the blink of an eye, carrying sand and dust, cutting through time and space, and then used the long sword in his hand to pick up the sword.

And then, just like that, he saved himself.

How can I describe it? It was like magic.

"Who are you? Do you understand how foolish you are?"

Among the stunned guards who had not expected Murphy to appear on the stage, only one man made a sound, his pupils dilating like a reptile.

"You're still as cold as ever, Master Lizard. I didn't do anything. I just magically dropped a sword right where my acquaintance's sister was, and deflected it, didn't I?"

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Met a nasty guy.

Looking at the figure in front of him whose name he didn't even know but looked surprisingly familiar, Murphy frowned slightly.

The guard's eyes looked like those of some reptilian creature.

Just thinking about it, Murphy remembered.

He had seen this man before when he went to Crossmaria in his previous life.

He remembered that this man should have been the captain of the Free City Guard at that time. He was not only selfish but also very xenophobic.