After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

On the other side was the person she rated as the lead, Murphy.

The two men were fighting.

Emotions stirred up panic, and Frodo couldn't help but clutch the clothes on her chest tightly.

It seemed that if I didn't do this, my heart would be torn apart and jump out.

It's impossible to win, the winner is obvious.

Frodo narrowed her eyes for a moment.

At first, she had an expectation called "what if".

His words were Murphy's words, and maybe his fingers could touch the genius.

But the result was cruel.

Many times, the slashing blows that seemed to be able to split the sky were easily deflected by Ames with her sword.

This is a battle between the swallow and the eagle.

No matter how high a swallow flies, it will be shot down by an eagle flying even higher.

However, it was not just this fact that made Frodo's emotions more shaken and aggressive.

He even suspected that perhaps he had made peace with that fact.

Aimee, that genius is inviolable, no one can reach his realm.

That’s right, Frodo was convinced of this in her heart without realizing it.

That's why she felt relieved when Ames took the blow just now.

At this moment, she had a conflicting feeling: praying for Murphy to counterattack, while also hoping that Ames would not be offended.

These two completely opposite emotions surged in her heart, and finally, the emotions overflowed from Frodo's eyes.

Damn it, no.

what do I do?

She shook her head like a child, suppressing the emotions that were about to show from the corners of her eyes.

The embodiment of his own ideal, the one who evolved lead into gold, Murphy.

Like true gold, radiating a brilliant sun that makes it difficult for others to approach, Ames Castina.

--what do I do?

Frodo asked herself this question again.

In the pupils, the two swords collided.

Until now, I have been relying on someone.

Who is making the decision?

That's right, neither Murphy nor Ames is here anymore.

The two men began to duel.

And what basis should I use to make a decision?

What should we rely on?

Which side should I rely on?

Frodo's rationality has reached a limit.

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As the breeze whistled, Murphy felt the piercing pain.

At first, he didn't know what was going on; it was completely beyond his comprehension.

Because the impact he felt should have come from the left half of his body.

Despite this, that strange pain, that incomprehensible flash, appeared in his right abdomen.

"Damn...damn lizard!"

Murphy finally understood where the sharp blow that pierced his right abdomen came from, and he couldn't help but make a sound.

In order to suppress the whimpering caused by the severe pain, he almost bit his molars.

It was a blow from behind.

Whether it was Ames's slash to break the ribs, or Murphy's stab to pierce the lower abdomen.

The dagger and the double-edged sword, neither of them cut their respective targets, but in vain reflected the sunlight in the hands of their owners.

The only thing that successfully accomplished its goal was the sword that the lizard used to stab Murphy's body.

"Captain... fighting with refugees would damage the reputation of the Guards."

As if growing out of Murphy's side, there was now a sword stuck there.

The blood was proudly scattered at its long-awaited appearance, mixing with the flying dust.

"What are you doing? Attacking from behind is damaging the reputation of the Guards! I'll take his head, didn't I?!"

Ames made an angry sound.

What a rarity.

Compared to the effortless attitude she usually displays, her current appearance is quite surprising.

Ah, Aimee, I don't hate the look on your face right now.

Murphy's fingertips trembled slightly.

The demon dug its claws into his side, and then the pain spread throughout his body.

It's okay now, no big problem.

But as time goes by, the severe pain will become more and more intense, and eventually you will not be able to stand or maintain consciousness.

This is intuition and experience.

The sword stabbed in, and the sound of flesh being torn apart was violently attacking his body from inside.

Severe pain is transmitted through the flesh, blood, and nerves throughout the body.

"My apologies, Captain. Please forgive me for my actions. However, if I duel with the poor, they will only become more aggressive."

"Then we should let them know that the poor are not allowed to duel. They are just beings to be trampled upon!"

Lizard accepted the reprimand from Captain Ames, but his voice was a little disoriented.

But even so, the hatred and sarcasm in his words have not disappeared.

"Besides, this guy just confessed to the theft. He's bold enough to point a knife at the captain. So, please allow me to execute him on the spot."

The sword made a sound as if it was being pulled out of flesh and blood.

What a disgusting sound.

A part of me is being violated by someone.

Murphy felt nauseous and even wanted to vomit.

The unbridled indignation in his heart made all sounds unpleasant to him.

That's right, Lizard is such a person, he is selfish and full of xenophobia.

He was not entirely without righteousness, humility, and reserve.

But it doesn't apply to inferior scum like me.

For this guy, anything that he doesn't acknowledge should be trampled upon and then disappear from his sight.

Moreover, for Lizard, the captain of the guard regiment actually challenged him to a duel with this as a target was something he could never tolerate.

Gradually, Murphy's breathing became rapid.

His vision began to waver and he was unable to stop the blood from escaping his body.

No, I have to escape.

Must leave here.

As Murphy thought of this, his feet swayed slightly, and then he saw the lizard swinging the sword again, wanting the blue flash to cut off his head.

Damn, stop kidding.

Ah, but, yes, it's clear, of course this is not a joke.

However, I don't want to be stabbed in the side by this bastard and end up being beheaded.

The strange thing is that even though Murphy was in a state of insufficient blood supply and blurred consciousness, his heart was boiling.

It seemed as if something was whispering in his body.

——Move your limbs.

Chapter 44 Until Satisfaction

The wind was howling.

--call out.

At the same time, a sound of cutting through the strong wind suddenly sounded.

That's a natural movement.

It's not about defying anything, nor is it about forcing action.

I just draw a line in the world according to the voice in my body.

An indescribable stretch, so smooth.

Both his pace and physical skills were very different from his previous self.

The view is also exceptionally clear.

You can see the lizard's sword approaching this side.

At the same time, I also saw Ames, who was trying to stop all this, letting the white blade flash away.

But, it's still faster here.

That silver light cut through the world.

In my hands, I felt like I was cutting through fibers.

Then, he moved forward with momentum and felt the bone-tearing sensation again.

The flash of the sword, though it slightly displaced the neck, still with obvious killing intent, split the lizard's jaw open and shattered it.

He could feel that the lizard's eyes, opened wide in astonishment, stirred up the excitement in his body.

Ugh—ha, that's great.

Your eyes should be open like this, like a reptile, like a lizard.

Isn’t this good? Opening your eyes completely like this makes you look much better than before.

Oh, by the way, you know what?

No matter how fiercely they glare at you, at best it will just make you look more miserable.

The howling of the wind echoed strongly in Murphy's ears.

"——Murphy!"

And, before I released my consciousness, I heard that voice, mixed in with the roaring.

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When Murphy's pupils began to function again, he was already lying on the second floor of the shabby tavern that served as their base.

Time, I'm afraid it's night, only the moonlight gently caresses the room through the window.

There was no sound around, and silence enveloped the whole world.

But Murphy's heart is exactly the opposite.

As if he hated the silence of the night, the confusion and chaos in his heart entangled with each other and fell into a vortex.