After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

"So now everything is going well, Lady Saint. Can you let me take a break?"

Murphy leaned back in her chair, touching her side which still hurt despite a night spent, and gave a wry smile.

Then, An smiled as if to seduce her.

"Saint Madia's ultimate goal is to confess her love to Maria. Before that, we will not be conducting any activities in this area."

Murphy could understand the meaning of this.

Last night's rebellion was ultimately caused by the tyranny of the Kingdom of Leiden, which led to the outbreak of the Heraldry Cult.

Then, what Ann said probably meant that she wanted Crossmaria, who was on high alert, to be a little more careless.

Murphy turned her head and looked at Frodo beside her.

At this moment, she was shaking her shoulders, and it was impossible to extract any exact emotion from her frowning expression.

However, I'm afraid there is a lot of confusion and hesitation there.

This is understandable. After all, she is an international student, but Crossmaria is also a place where she has been.

Someone in front of her was talking excitedly about the plan to capture this place, but she had no interest in joining in the discussion.

"That's all very well, but the most important thing is not what to do, but how to do it."

"So, what about the plan? Historically, Crossmaria has never fallen. In fact, in a sense, this place is a sanctuary. So, are we planning to attack it head-on?"

After hearing Murphy's nonchalant words, perhaps out of some interest, Frodo no longer showed the same expression as before.

Because no matter what, what I just said is true.

Crossmaria has never been lost so far.

This is the pride of the citizens and also the shield of their hearts.

As for Frodo, they are not regular soldiers, but rather a group of heraldic cultists that are closer to thugs. It is definitely a pipe dream for them to want to cause the fall of the historically famous Crossmaria.

"Yes, of course. Regarding the plan, I've already sowed some seeds, and now I just have to wait for them to sprout. And that's why I came to you."

"Please treat this equally with Saint Madia's wishes. Please."

An nodded deeply and said.

Hearing this, Murphy had a premonition that something disgusting was slowly pouring mud into his ears.

Chapter 47 What I Want

"It's better to teach a cat to write poetry than to play the lute to a cow."

Murphy, with a dry mouth, spoke as if he had fished something out from the bottom of his heart.

Because of the difficulty of a task like that, he had to engrave it in Ann's mind to make her understand whether he was joking or not.

—calls for riots or collective rebellion by slum dwellers.

This is the wish of Saint Matthias.

To a certain extent, Murphy had also anticipated this.

But when I actually heard it, it felt like my brain was being hit by several hammers.

"Even if it's just a few days, by exploiting the city's structure and eliminating the slum labor force, many surrounding urban functions will be paralyzed. The impact will be particularly significant in terms of logistics."

What An said is the absolute truth.

Crossmaria relies on slum dwellers as its main labor force. If they fail to function properly, the city's functions will immediately be affected.

If they riot, it can be said that the Free City will be completely unable to function.

Even if it's just for a few days, the city will inevitably fall into chaos.

There is no doubt that by then, the resistance of the Guards Regiment and even the entire city will be weakened.

However, this is not something that can be done easily.

Because the most important point is that the residents of the slums have already regarded their own powerlessness as their companion, breeding despair in their hearts.

No matter what they see or feel, they can only say: Alas, there is nothing we can do anyway.

Then, I threw my hope away from that hand.

But who can blame them?

What's more, how could I possibly say bad things about them?

"...The problem is too deeply rooted. No matter how much we try to remove the surface dust, as long as the thoughts deeply rooted in their hearts don't change, there's nothing we can do. Right now, they're just... puppets manipulated by the Free City."

As she said this, Murphy bit the corner of her mouth, and her teeth clenched unconsciously.

He understood their feelings better than anyone else.

Because, he used to be them.

Because, they were once him.

They are just like the portrayal of Murphy's life at that time when she was on her journey to save the world.

Waste every day in laziness and listlessness, never with any doubt or anger.

Because he could relate to this feeling so much, it made him feel inexplicably heavy.

Even his internal organs seemed to have turned into hard stone.

In fact, in the past history, the Heraldsmen also failed to get help from the slum dwellers.

Although they eventually captured Crossmaria, they failed to properly govern the residents of the slums, and the city's functions could not be restored.

In the end, they lost to the combined forces of other countries.

This was a fatal defeat for the Heralds, and also became the opportunity for their momentum to decline.

Lalge An stared at Murphy intently.

Those eyes flashed with silent expectation, mixed with pleading.

What are you expecting? How can a mere mortal accomplish something that you couldn't do before?

Because only heroes can change history.

Ah, yes, that's right.

but.

"...Give me a few days. The Saint Lady will be here anyway. So, there should be some time."

Hearing what Murphy said with her face turned away, Lalge An's pupils dilated instantly, and then he immediately agreed in a cheerful tone.

That couldn't be done—that's how he should have responded.

Don't expect anything from me—that's what he should have told Lalge Aan.

After all, from the very beginning, Murphy's general plan was to use the Herald Cultists and thwart their origins, and then become famous.

From the very beginning, he didn't need to fully assist the other party.

In fact, he had no intention of cooperating to this point.

However, things are different now.

The hero who can change history is already standing there.

That is, Aimee Castina, the real hero.

Now Crossmaria, she is here.

Well, it's no exaggeration to say that this is the worst possible scenario.

I'm afraid everyone would think that it was just an ordinary person, and some would even laugh at the fear that arises in their hearts.

But, that's not right.

No, she is not a good person, not what ordinary people think.

She is the one who can change the entire chess game by herself.

This is Aimee Castina.

Considering the existence of Ames, it would be too dangerous to simply let the Herald Cultists carry out their activities according to history.

If a fight breaks out, the Heralds will suffer a crushing defeat.

That's not okay.

If possible, at least I hope that both sides can be evenly matched until I can take action.

Therefore, I have no choice but to accept this commission.

And ah.

There is not only a mortal like me here, but also a genius.

"Frodo, please lend me some of that power. Well, it's very simple. For you, it's much easier than eating hard bread."

Frodo, who was suddenly addressed by Murphy, blinked slightly, as if she was thinking about the meaning of this sentence.

Then, the black hair swayed, and she pouted her lips slightly and said.

"In that case, the reward should be softer bread, right? Oh, and butter, too."

I've never had butter.

Thinking of this, Murphy glanced at Ann, and for some reason she also smiled bitterly.

Rather than saying that, it would be more accurate to say that my cheeks were tightened.

Sure enough, if you want to buy high-end products like butter, it would probably be difficult to use An's distribution channels.

"Then at least we need sugar."

Frodo glanced at the confused Ann, touched her nose with her finger, and declared.

This time, things might have been really messed up.

Although we have relied on the power of the genius Frodo, this is something that has never happened in history. Can it really be done?

It's really unsettling.

——But what if you cross it?

Murphy felt that in his heart, something was sprouting, as if to completely cover up the uneasiness and paint it with different colors.

His goal is to make himself famous, achieve achievements that match Ella, and protect Selena and her siblings.

That's right, these are unquestionable goals.

But now, he felt that something suppressed in the deepest part of his chest began to breathe.

The one who had been suppressed for a long time bent down as if succumbing to the pressure falling from the sky.

Then, hold your breath quietly and wait for the moment of sprouting.

Murphy couldn't help but sweat dripping from her forehead.

He opened his eyes and a sound came from his throat.

To be honest, it's just for fame and to get the corresponding status.

Is it really necessary to risk one's life for something like this?

Perhaps there are safer ways to gain fame.

This helpless question lingered in Murphy's mind again.

Then, suddenly.

It was like "Ah!", as if it was a sudden enlightenment, and the words ran from Murphy's heart to her brain in an instant.

—In other words, I want glory. My heart longs for applause, for applause that encompasses my entire body.

How ugly and short.

What kind of joke is this?

This is simply a stinky lump called vanity.

Originally, I was just watching from afar, just watching the glory that belonged to them.

That kind of radiance has burned my body so many times.