After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

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"Ah, but even if you can't do it for now, it doesn't matter. After all, it's been so many years. Until then, just follow your original intention. I won't hinder you, but you have to find a way on your own."

As she said this, Helena's face showed a rare lonely expression.

The meaning of this sentence, without a doubt, is to ask Murphy to assist the Church of Heraldry in capturing the Free City.

This is what Murphy couldn't understand.

This was because, if Crossmaria was really conquered, the saint would undoubtedly appear on wanted posters in various countries, and would be the one with the highest bounty.

Then, even if Madia was not conquered, the Heraldry Cult, which already had an independent stronghold, would probably gradually grow stronger. At that time, it would undoubtedly become more difficult to get the Saint to leave the Heraldry Cult.

It is precisely because of this that Murphy cannot understand why Helena is so conflicted.

But for him, it doesn't matter now.

After all, no matter what, the top priority right now is to capture the free city of Crossmaria.

Chapter 53 People Gathered

——Those bastards are laughing at me.

The first words he hurled at these rats were a coherent one.

At the back of the audience, Hawke curled up as if trying to hide, his thick lips trembling constantly.

His sister Adeline held his slightly trembling left hand.

The slums were very dark at night, the sky was pitch black, and the only place that was bustling was the brothel, with the lights from the Cross Maria blocked by the walls.

Originally, almost everyone would plug their ears to block out the cheers coming from the walls and then fall asleep quietly.

But today, the situation is a little different from usual.

In the square in front of the old tavern, a giant tree is placed like a symbol.

At that location, a bright fire lamp was lit.

The flames leaped, illuminating his figure in the darkness.

"So, where should I begin? I haven't really thought much about the content, so I'm sorry I just randomly called you all here."

He stood before the crowd, his body illuminated by the flames.

As if to avoid appearing too nervous, he shrugged his shoulders.

Then, Murphy introduced himself.

He looks very young, sometimes appears cunning, and sometimes looks simple. He is a strange person.

Just like that, he stood in front of Hawke and proposed to sign a contract with him and Adeline.

Hawke knew his purpose.

They said they wanted to change the slums and paint the wall a different color.

That's why so many people gathered here today.

All thanks to Hawke's face, from young people to old people, men and women, all of whom had no connection with him, came here.

Even if it was just a little bit, Hawke hoped that his idea could go smoothly. His legs were sore after running around in the slums for the first time in a long time.

However, the results are obvious.

Everyone gathered together with bored expressions and uninterested faces.

They didn't come to listen to stories, they were just bugs gathered in search of light.

Because I was called, because there was fire, so I came.

That would be pointless, Hawke knew it.

He squeezed his hand a little harder, and for a moment, Adeline's body trembled. She didn't know if it was painful, but she stared at her brother's face in disbelief.

To reassure his sister, Hawke stroked her cheek and narrowed his eyes.

Expectations and disappointments are intertwined.

To Hawke, Murphy is his sister's savior.

For this reason, I want to help him as much as possible.

But, of course, nothing will change.

What if one sentence could bring about a change?

It would be great if my timidity could disappear like a thin mist and my sister's throat could make a sound again.

However, without such a reason, such a thing could not happen.

His eyelids fluttered shut, as if trying to look away from Murphy, and Hawke's eyes dropped.

"...I understand your point. It's about taking down that wall."

The old man, whose beard and hair were so long that one couldn't even tell where the beard was and where the hair was, made a weak sound.

Everyone calls him Elder.

Here, as long as you live long enough, you will be respected.

Because many of them don’t even know whether they can survive tomorrow.

Murphy nodded slowly at the elder's words.

"Yes, you know it very well."

"That kind of thing can't be done... That wall has been like this since I came here as a little kid. What else can you do by gathering us here?"

That faint voice penetrated deeply into the silent darkness.

Hawke's ears also clung to these words.

Ah, you're right, what else can be done?

We ourselves are just being trampled upon.

The same goes for me.

Hawke gritted his teeth.

Until now, the scene at that time still lingers in his mind, keeping him awake at night.

Perhaps it was because of his youthful vigor, the man who gathered the young people from the slums and pretended to be a leader thought that the wall would fall in his hands sooner or later.

I thought I could do it.

this is not the truth.

My sister was taken hostage and betrayed by people she thought were her companions.

Whenever this body was beaten by the guards, it would make a splashing sound and could not even put up a decent resistance.

At that time, it would be better if I died.

In that case, it would be a heroic death.

However, it is counterproductive.

This strong body won't allow that to happen.

There's clearly nothing left to do.

Just like that, all that was left was the coward named Hawke.

He couldn't even save his voiceless sister, so he could only hide in the tavern and tremble every day.

"Yes, just as you said. I think so too. Even now, I still feel like I'm going on stage without even understanding the script."

Murphy seemed to accept the elder's barbed words gently and said so.

The content is very ordinary and the tone is very relaxed.

This doesn't sound like something someone would say while giving a speech or trying to sway someone else.

"Well, old man? How are you getting on? Can you, by the grace of Heaven, still live?"

The topic wasn't very interesting, just a continuation of ordinary small talk.

The elder showed a look of surprise, carefully considered his words, and said.

"Hey, I can survive. Even if my head scrapes against the ground, I have to survive. So, this is all I need."

This sentence contains everything.

It includes everything about the slums.

It's ok.

Can survive.

Don't want to suffer.

I don't want to let my body and mind be bound anymore.

As long as misery exists in memory, it doesn't matter even if I have been completely distorted.

No matter how unfair, unreasonable, and what a shitty way to live.

As long as I can survive, it doesn't matter.

The silence of the audience is a follow-up to the words of the elders.

In the darkness, there was an unusual silence.

So, who else?

No more.

Because no one wants to be hurt again.

"...I understand. What the old man said is very clear. There is nothing left, not even dignity or fighting spirit. Everything has been trampled underfoot. Yes, after all, it has always been like this."

It was a strangely true statement.

Then, Murphy's mouth closed.

Already, is this the end?

Ah, right.

The result can only be the end.

Whether it's long or short, the result is the same.

So, it’s better to end it early.

So, just as Hawke took a step forward to say goodbye.

Murphy's voice appeared again.

"Yes, at best, what's left is——"

Chapter 54 Those bastards are laughing at me

"—No matter how much I think about it, I can't do it. It's too early to do something like this."