After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

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Telling stories to people makes them feel empathy and lifts the spirits of their listeners.

If I had known this earlier, I would not have just admired it during my previous trip, but should have observed it carefully.

If that were the case, it wouldn't be too late to regret now.

They, these slum dwellers, are just like I once was.

Listless, empty inside, and lacking the strength to resist setbacks.

It is impossible to convince such a person.

That’s right, just like my old self, there’s no way I could be persuaded by anyone.

Oh, no, wait a minute.

Suddenly, a shadow flashed through Murphy's mind.

Then, those words faintly appeared in his mind.

——If it is impossible, then why am I here now?

Indeed, they are the same as they once were.

But now, aren't I just standing here?

That shadow, wasn't it the words of that shadow that cheered me up and sent me to this era?

Gradually, Murphy began to recall from his memory what He had said.

Which sentence? This sentence?

No, they don't look very good.

It's really strange, but I always feel a little bit attractive.

But, why is this?

Why did I hold his hand at that time?

It was clearly something she did, but now, Murphy couldn't understand it at all.

He tried to sort out his memories from beginning to end and tried to ask his past self.

But, I still can't understand it.

"There's no need to worry about it, is there?"

Then, it was as if he sneaked in quietly.

The shadow, that dark figure, appeared in Murphy's mind again.

The dark shadow that had spoken to him before reappeared in his mind at this moment.

Although I had only seen it once a long time ago, the shape of that shadow was extremely clear.

Murphy couldn't help but begin to admire her own imagination.

However, since it finally appeared, let this shadow convince the residents of the slums.

"Oh, don't even think about relying on me. My language belongs to me, and your language belongs to you. I can't lend it out!"

The thoughts that naturally came to Murphy's mind were naturally seen through by Shadow.

Ah, yes, of course.

If borrowing your language could solve everything, there would be nothing to worry about.

How stupid of you to think of such unrealistic things by yourself.

It seems that he has really been forced into a desperate situation.

Murphy couldn't help but reveal a dry smile on her face.

"And we can't help others too much. So, there's only one thing I can say - why are you able to cheer up and stand here."

Shadow's tone was somewhat smug, and as usual, he was galloping through his mind in an exaggerated manner.

but.

If it were Him, he might know.

If it was Him who cheered me up, He would definitely know.

So, tell me about it.

Even if it's fake, anything is fine.

Now, all we need is a little clue.

Murphy couldn't help but lower her breathing.

It is clearly a drama in the mind and will not be disturbed by the outside world at all.

However, in order to prevent himself from hearing other noises, he still held his breath.

Then, that voice echoed in my mind.

“I see, in that case, then that means—”

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"At best, what's left is just—suffocating hatred, right?"

In the silence, the words he spoke were no longer the calm voice of before, but another kind of disturbing voice.

The side face illuminated by the firelight had its cheek raised, as if sneering.

The old man staring at Murphy was stunned.

Neither he nor Hawke nor Adeline nor the other rats gathered before the fire could understand the meaning of those words.

hatred?

Why is this the case?

The flames sparked and burned fiercely.

Then, Murphy's shadow also stretched out crookedly.

"It's good, old man. Being a good person isn't bad. Even if your own village is conquered by Crossmaria and eventually trampled underfoot, you can still live without holding a single grudge."

"Haha, that's truly amazing! He's truly a great sage."

Not just the elders, but all the audience that had gathered, every single one of those rats.

It was as if they could hear the sound of spines trembling.

The hairs on their necks began to stand up, and their throats involuntarily swallowed saliva and held their breath.

Shut up! Stop talking. I don't want to hear that.

The eyes of the audience seemed to be telling Murphy that they didn't want to listen anymore.

However, he would not let them have their wish.

"Probably. I heard there used to be a beautiful fishing village nearby. They fished in the morning and had drinking parties in the evening. Although they weren't rich, they weren't poor either. The villagers all lived a leisurely and contented life—"

"Ah, but now, because of that trading port, everything has been destroyed. It's perfect, it's simply God's will."

Deep in my chest, I felt like being caressed by fingernails.

No one wants to touch, no one wants to recall, the memories hidden under the curtain of darkness.

A corner of the dark curtain was rolled up by Murphy's words.

In the darkness, the flickering flames dreamily cast a shadow of a person.

"—Ah, everyone, think back. What exactly happened behind this current predicament, this humiliating life?"

The timbre changes again.

It's not the inciting voice just now.

The voice was no longer the rough one that forced its hand into the darkness deep within the heart.

Rather, it was like a conversation, with well-arranged words.

Murphy's eyes met Hawke's, who was leaning against the giant tree in the square.

A feeling almost like awe crept up from Hawke's heels.

Emotions ran rapidly throughout the body, even making the heart stop beating for a moment.

"Yes, think about it. Who has deprived you of your dignity, your right to live under the sun? Who is it that has laid waste to the surrounding villages and land, just to enrich themselves?!"

As he spoke, Murphy spread his hands, raised his head and pointed at the wall.

"—All of them, aren't they the people living inside the walls?"

That sentence was not very loud.

However, the sound seemed to be sneaking in from underground.

It is undoubtedly a language embellished with emotion and hatred.

As if they were controlled rats, being led by Murphy with open arms, all the audience looked at the wall behind them.

That thing that has always separated me from the citizens.

That existence that he could never surpass, a symbol of glory.

The walls of Crossmaria.

"Ah, those bastards took everything. Mine, yours. So, if you want to take it back or something, can't you even say these words? No, there's only one thing I want to say! Only one!"

As if attracted by Murphy's voice, a fierce flame began to burn.

The flame emitted sparks, spreading little by little.

In people's hearts, it seemed as if something sticky crawled up from deep underground and opened its eyes.

"—Return everything to ashes."

"We must also take back what those bastards took away from us. According to what they said, the goddess wishes for equality among all souls. So, let's drag these bastards to the ground as well."

Those are not words of persuasion, nor are they words that seek understanding.

Yes, it's just a torrent of emotions.

He possessed an uncontrollable hatred and a never-ending desire for revenge.

All of that was transferred into words and merged into the vast darkness.

Hawke's eyes widened and his throat felt strangely dry.

Adeline held her brother's hand and blinked at the sweat on his forehead.

There is no power in that statement.

There is no power that can shock the audience and shake the ghetto.

What's more, those were just the words of a young man.

If there is anything contained in words, it is only something called emotion.

"...But, uh...what can we do..."

Gently, the elder uttered a word.