After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

Filia didn't notice her face reflected in the window. She looked so intoxicated that it made people who saw her feel excited.

This world is too narrow-minded to acknowledge you.

If you keep going on like this, you won't get any glory, not even the tip of your finger.

But don't worry.

From the bottom of my heart, I feel at ease.

Let me pave the way to glory.

Let me take you to a higher place.

That’s right, it’s not the black-haired magician, nor the woman who is not by your side and is known as your childhood sweetheart.

The one who can do this is me.

That expression is beautiful.

In my heart, I always remain calm.

Filia's silver eyes seemed to express that will, shining in the window.

Chapter 49 The Third Option (4000)

"Thought-inducing magic? I can't use it. I've never seen that kind of thing in literature, nor have I ever heard of it."

After saying this, Frodo shrank her lips as if embarrassed.

After hearing this, Murphy's face turned pale.

The words I was about to say were not spoken yet, and even my thinking seemed to have become a little slow.

If what she said was true, then the plan to comfort the slum dwellers had collapsed from the beginning, even from the very beginning.

"...Ahem, uh... maybe the name is different. Anyway, it's a kind of magic that subtly steals people's consciousness with the elegant fragrance of flowers. Even if it's just a little bit, do you really have no impression at all?"

Murphy still remembered seeing such a dreamlike scene when she was traveling in the past.

That magic... no, magic, is to dance the petals with slender fingertips and let them sway in the wind.

According to Candice, this magic trick was taught to her by her master, and it seems to calm people who are in a vortex of chaos.

However, she could only imitate the appearance of the magic but could not achieve its effect.

Then, it was also recorded in the book that the perfect Frodo used this magic to prevent a riot in the Kingdom of Leiden and gained merit for it.

If that were the case, if that magic existed, then even those shackled by powerlessness and despair would probably be able to regain some of their will.

Next, it would probably not be difficult to incite or get the residents of the slums to assist the Heraldry Cult.

As a result, things did not go as smoothly as imagined.

At this time, Frodo was still unable to use that magic, and she didn't even have the knowledge of it.

This was completely beyond Murphy's expectations.

"No. Or perhaps you think too highly of magic? It's unheard of that magic can affect people's minds. And, well..."

Frodo's black eyes slowly moved away as if wanting to escape.

The slender fingers kept spinning, and the lips kept opening and closing as if searching for words.

He looked as if he was thinking about how to say something that was difficult to say.

After thinking aimlessly for a long time, Frodo finally said those words.

"Um... right now, I can't use magic... at least, I can't be hostile to Crossmaria..."

That sentence slid into the room word by word.

Frodo kept stealing glances at Murphy as if she was spying on her.

For a moment, in that brief moment, the room was as silent as if frozen.

Murphy's eyes seemed to be fixed, unable to even blink, and she just held on to Frodo tightly.

Lalge An let out a "whoosh" sound, warming up the atmosphere a little.

"—Ahem...Is that so? No, that's right. I've been feeling strange about this. How did you rescue me from such a miserable situation when God didn't even offer any help?"

In other words, there must have been some kind of deal between her and Ames.

As if to confirm Murphy's guess, Frodo nodded her chin slightly, although her gaze was still wandering uneasily.

She kept stealing glances at Murphy's situation and casting her eyes on him, as if she was worried about being blamed.

But Murphy wouldn't do that.

Because he knew that there was nothing he could do about it, that there was nothing he could do about it.

After all, the idea that Frodo alone could rescue him from that situation was too idealistic.

Therefore, when rescuing him at that time, Frodo must have paid some price.

Rather, it was a very good deal that the two people were not detained directly on that occasion.

Although Murphy could only understand Ames' intentions to a certain extent.

But he would still be interested in how her justice was judged.

Perhaps it was because of the lizard's brutality that Ames took her people's reckless actions into consideration and made some concessions.

Otherwise, Murphy would have no chance to continue to carry out his schemes in the slums with ease.

"Nothing... to worry about. Well, let's move on to the next plan."

In order to avoid blaming Frodo as much as possible and to avoid any thorns in her words, Murphy carefully considered her words and spoke so.

Thanks to this, the light in Frodo's black pupils, which were about to wither, seemed to have recovered a little.

Indeed, it was too harsh to blame her for doing her best on that occasion.

However, contrary to the tenderness in his words, Murphy's heart was in complete chaos, and anxious emotions overflowed from his heart one after another.

For him, the current situation can only be described as bad, and very bad.

Let’s just say that the goal of persuading the slum dwellers was achieved entirely based on Frodo’s magic.

If Frodo doesn't know how to use it now, or even can't learn it in a short period of time because she has no knowledge of it, then the plan will collapse directly.

It could even be said that the entire plan no longer exists.

But... yeah, never mind.

It was my own fault for not considering this, and I couldn't blame Frodo for it.

Moreover, even if I can't use the magic with the scent of flowers, it should be possible to ignite people's hearts through the flames of magic.

So, while meeting Frodo's gaze, Murphy turned his gaze to An.

At this moment, the faint expression on An's face seemed to be saying something implicitly - is there no other plan?

“…There are two options.”

So, in response to Ann's expression, Murphy raised two fingers.

But that really can't be called a good idea, and it might even be strange to call it a plan.

Because of her gloomy mood at the moment, and also to hide her lack of confidence, Murphy couldn't help but cover her mouth with her other hand.

Ann and Frodo, on the other hand, kept their lips tightly shut and stared at him without blinking.

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"First, we must abandon the soft approach. It's OK in the short term, but the most important thing is that as long as the slums lose their function, it's fine."

Murphy put down a finger and said so.

Those two expectant gazes seemed to pierce directly into his body.

An, I'm afraid you have already realized what means are hidden behind this plan.

And it can even be said that as a worst-case scenario, the Heraldry Cults should have discussed it in advance.

However, in the long run, the losses from this option are too great, so we simply don't choose it.

Murphy said as she leaned back in her chair, protecting her flank.

"In other words, we just need to make the slums our initial target."

"This is a place without a good sense of defense or disaster prevention. All we need to do is light a fire here and let them die peacefully. That should be enough. Then the whole slum will become a crematorium."

Hearing this, An's eyes, which never concealed their cleverness, instantly became narrower.

On the contrary, Frodo seemed to be shaken and her eyes widened.

Of course, it was difficult for Murphy to make the decision herself.

However, he knew very well that at this point, his soul had become quite dirty and he was not even qualified to speak nice words.

Perhaps when they stepped onto the battlefield for their own glory, they had already drifted away from the purity of the soul or the correct way of existence advocated by the church.

If there really is an afterlife, angels will definitely not be there to greet me.

However, if someone says something like, "We must live a pure life even under the trampling of God," such nonsense.

Well, sorry.

Spitting is considered a minor offense, so I might as well just go ahead and give him a beating.

"That's hardly a commendable move, hero. Even if we succeed in conquering Crossmaria, it would be troublesome if we were left with a dysfunctional city."

"Well...but if it's used as a last resort, that's a different matter."

Having said this, An nodded slightly.

On the contrary, Frodo blinked her eyes and pouted.

Just by looking at her frown, you can roughly understand that she is probably against this plan.

"Even if you don't do that, wouldn't it be great to change their hearts with words? If you're a famous general, no matter how cowardly a soldier is, you can make him strong with just words."

Frodo hesitated for a moment, then added, "Especially you, you're very eloquent."

There was an unconcealable turmoil in her voice.

Murphy could understand the meaning of that sentence.

I don't want to deny the first opinion, but the implication is that I don't want to take this approach.

That's roughly what it means.

"Ah... Actually, that's the second method. But, the hope isn't great. I understand their feelings very well. After all, it's just like me before. A heart that was friends with death, and no longer had the strength to hold on to anything."

In this case, it would be better to let Frodo say it.

If it was the beautiful girl who said it, perhaps someone would listen attentively.

Or An is also fine.

Considering her ability in interpersonal relationships, there must have been at least some repercussions.

But I can't do that.

"Frodo, you still have some misunderstandings. Do you think words have the power to move others?"

The bitterness in my mouth seemed to spread all the way to my lungs.

Then, as if trying to dilute the bitter taste, Murphy exhaled lightly and continued.

"Listen carefully, Frodo. Words have never had any power. It's not what is said that matters, but who says it."

That’s right, a famous general can turn weak soldiers into strong ones with just one word.

But that sentence is never what’s important.

Rather, it is precisely because the words were spoken by a famous general that the weight of those words is increased.

So, what would happen if the person who said the same thing was a mediocre general?

I'm afraid that even if the exact same language and tone are used, the soldiers' reception will be completely different.

Yes, words have no power.

Language cannot change a person, and this alone cannot accomplish anything.

Murphy can be said to have a deep understanding of this.