After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

What happened? What happened next? How did it end?

Fighting Aimee Castina, he ended up breaking the lizard's jaw, making it look even better than usual.

Murphy could trace back all that was just said in her memory.

However, after that, he had no idea how he escaped from the scene.

Even he didn't think he could escape safely by himself.

After all, it was that situation, and he was the one at the center of the vortex.

In other words, someone rescued him there and brought him here.

Who is it? It certainly can't be a god, but can anyone really do such a thing?

Many questions arose in Murphy's mind.

But then, it was only for a moment.

As his memory gradually returned, he got the answer.

Ah, right.

Finally, felt.

Indeed, the wind is the hissing of the wind.

Then, you should call out your own voice.

Also, it felt like I was hugged by something, because I remembered the ambiguous touch in my mind.

So, that is to say.

The wind hugged the body tightly and rescued it.

——I see, Frodo.

No matter how he speculated, Murphy could only think of one person.

After all, the only one who would and could save him from that duel arena filled with malice and flying sand was Frodo.

What if these were all dreams... ah, of course, there's also the possibility that I'm just daydreaming.

When he got the answer, Murphy couldn't help but have such thoughts in his mind.

However, the moment he was about to straighten his body and move his fingertips, he immediately denied this possibility.

Because he felt it, what he had felt before.

——The severe pain started from Murphy's right abdomen and quickly spread to his whole body with great force.

In order to suppress the scream from his throat, he couldn't help but bite his molars until they made a crunching sound.

Now all he could do was wait for the pain to go away while trembling his jaw.

After all, the moment when the pain passed through his body was so long that he couldn't help but wonder if time had been stretched several times by someone's prank.

Feeling the pain that still did not go away, cold sweat gradually began to appear on Murphy's forehead.

Then, a voice clearly appeared in his ears.

"...You can't get up. Even beasts, even dragons, try to rest when injured."

Creatures like dragons might even take hundreds of years to heal their wounds.

Then, Frodo, who had said this, hid in the shadows as if hiding from the moonlight.

The wording of that sentence was very solemn and at the same time, very stiff.

In addition, the surprise of being greeted suddenly made Murphy's back jump involuntarily.

As a result, his body was once again tortured by pain.

"Uh, um...if you're here, just tell me. Hey, why do you have to hide like that—"

"—Thank you, what about that?"

These words sounded a bit hesitant, because Frodo, who interrupted Murphy directly but answered the question irrelevantly, said it in a sullen tone.

After hearing this incoherent sentence, Murphy couldn't even think of what words to use to respond.

Therefore, he could only stare at Frodo with blinking eyes while pondering the meaning of that sentence.

His completely confused look made Frodo anxiously repeat her words again.

"So, I think you should say something thankful to me. Do you know how hard it was to rescue you?!"

"And me!... I've got all sorts of things going on here, too. Anyway, thank you! Tell me you're saved, or something like that. Like, it's great to have me around, or something like that!"

In the shadows, after saying this, Frodo slowly lowered her face.

Faced with those words seeking credit, Murphy could only open his eyes wide, with inexplicable emotions churning in his heart.

To him, the Frodo who looked like a naughty child in front of him was completely different from the Frodo Volgograd he had seen before.

Ah, of course, Frodo's words and actions so far were indeed somewhat different from his impression.

But even so, Frodo's appearance this time is definitely much different than her previous appearance.

Murphy even found a hint of Candice in that look.

This was what really surprised him.

Because of her expression just now and the identical appearance, Murphy almost ignored the color of her hair and thought that Candice had recovered her memory.

But at this moment, a still very steady voice came into the room along with the creaking sound of the door opening.

"Yes, Brother Murphy, you must thank me. It's been several days, and I haven't slept yet to take care of you."

The owner of the voice is Hawke, a huge figure who has to bow his head when passing through the door. Murphy remembers that he is a slum dweller who is very similar to Wood.

His sister Adeline, who was also brought in, also walked into the room.

Adeline pressed her lips together tightly and moved her eyes a little sheepishly.

I see. It’s been a few days.

Ah, that is to say, this night is not a continuation of that day, but some time has passed.

It seems that the nightmare really likes this place.

"——Of course, it's more than just words of gratitude, Frodo. If it weren't for you, I would be sleeping with the god of death right now."

To express her sincere respect and gratitude, Murphy moistened her lips and said this.

This was not the first time that Frodo saved his life. He was also saved by her in the underground temple.

Really, if it weren't for her, I would have died a long time ago.

Although he was abandoned by the goddess of luck, it seems that he was not abandoned by the black-haired goddess.

With these thoughts in mind, Murphy's words echoed in the room.

There is no doubt that these were words that he dug out from the bottom of his heart, and they were consistent with his words.

However, I still feel shy.

He expressed his innermost thoughts so frankly.

However, this is better than receiving a favor from Filia.

After all, if it were her, I don’t know what she would ask me to do.

But words of thanks are definitely not very useful, that is for sure.

The moment after hearing Murphy's words, Frodo strangely held her breath as if shy, and then exhaled.

then.

"... again. No, not until I'm satisfied."

Oh, hey, you must be kidding.

Then, for some reason, even though he thought so in his heart, Murphy still continued to say those very shameful words until Frodo was satisfied.

Well, it was said in front of Hawke and Adeline where they could hear.

At that moment, Murphy understood that Frodo was not much better than Filia.

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"Ahem... Then, I want to thank my elder brother and elder sister, too."

As Murphy's throat gradually lost its moisture and Frodo exhaled a breath of satisfaction, Hawke spoke very politely.

Hawke's huge body bent deeply and lowered his head.

"Thank you for saving Adeline... Brother Murphy and sister, I am so grateful..."

It was a sound that seemed like crying.

Hearing the sound, Murphy couldn't help but narrow her eyes.

Because, it not only contains the feeling of gratitude, but also the mixed voice of regret and misery.

Even Adeline, who had been silent all this time, frowned at her brother's attitude.

But then, she also lowered her head slightly like her brother.

"I...it would be nice if I went."

Murphy heard that it was words of venting.

Then, the thing that was weighing heavily on his heart, as if unable to bear the pain, surfaced involuntarily.

So, Murphy bit her lip, chose her words, and spoke.

"Let's not talk about Frodo for now, Hawke, you don't need to thank me. This is just a contract."

Yes, this is a contract.

Completely different from Wood and Selena.

Murphy, and the relationship between this brother and sister.

It's just based on a contract.

Chapter 45 The Impending Disaster

"Let's not talk about Frodo for now, Hawke, you don't need to thank me. This is just a contract."

Murphy spoke as casually as possible.

Although I know this is just self-deception, if the person I'm talking to has a sad face, it will add to my concerns.

This is especially true for the mild-mannered Hawke.

"..."

In response to Murphy's words, Adeline just silently pulled the hem of her brother's clothes.

That expression seemed a little painful.

That’s right, why did Murphy and Frodo live in the slums with this brother and sister?

This was not because they were Heraldsmen, nor because they were acquaintances of Lalga An.

It’s not because they all love Murphy.

The relationship between him and them is established through the contract signed between them.

Murphy offered Larga An's support supplies and protection to his siblings in exchange for them finding him a place to live in the slums and acting as a buffer to persuade the surrounding residents.

Probably, this is the contract.

In fact, if the target is slum residents, it would be very troublesome to enter into such a long-term contract.

Because these people living in the slums basically don't care about the future as long as they get what they need.

You don't need to think too much about this characteristic of theirs; you can understand it just through experience.

Therefore, if it is just a contract for information exchange, there is no problem.

However, for a connection like this with the Herald Cult, someone must be chosen no matter what.

"No, it's okay. This isn't an ordinary matter, Brother Murphy. Even if it's a contract, I don't quite understand...why would you risk your life?"

So, based on this, Hawke and Adeline are the best candidates.