After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

Merchants are busy running around during the day, and the rich are attracted by these goods at night.

Then the money flows into the city again.

Men's voices, women's voices, young people's voices, old people's voices.

Their laughter crawled off the walls.

It's like celebrating the prosperity of the city.

It’s as if everything in this world is happiness.

Chapter 55: Gospel War (3000)

The location is on the city wall of the free city of Crossmaria, and the time is night.

At this moment, the door is closed and will not be opened to anyone until the early morning bell rings.

It is indestructible and no one can force it open. It has been like this until now, and I am afraid it will be like this tomorrow as well.

Well, maybe it will always be like this from now on forever.

Everyone thinks so.

Therefore, the guards belonging to the Guards Regiment were completely listless today.

I just stood at my post bored and complained: Why isn't it time to change shifts yet? There is no job more boring than this, and so on.

In short, this work has now become just a formality.

There is absolutely no point in guarding anything; it's just a waste of time and energy.　

It's like searching for and reporting on the evil party that is definitely not going to attack and is targeting the fish in a fish pond.

Looking at the sky and the stars day after day made the guard feel restless and angry because he couldn't vent it at the night market.

But today, the slums seemed even noisier, probably because they were arguing about something boring again.

Forget it, there's nothing I can do anyway.

Tomorrow, let's get rid of the resentment through them.

Thinking of this, the guard raised his face slightly and looked up at the sky.

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At the same time, near the Crossmaria Gate, there was a group of people moving continuously, seemingly blending into the darkness.

A girl with long flowing hair spoke as if she was sighing.

"——It seems that everything is going smoothly over there. The hero is as good as expected."

Hearing the noise coming from the slums, Saint Matthias, who was wearing silver gloves and knee pads, nodded slightly.

To be honest, she didn't have any big expectations for Murphy at first.

It's just a common practice of gambling gold coins on a small hope.

If everything goes well, that would be great. But if something goes wrong, then we will just join the slums and become ashes in the crematorium.

But anyway, since the results are pretty good now, there’s nothing much to say.

"Yes, of course. If Murphy really fails, it must be because the world got the premise wrong."

Standing next to Saint Matthias, a black-haired girl said this as if she was writing a poem.

Madia narrowed her eyes slightly and cast her gaze at Lalge An.

For some reason, that man, Murphy.

This girl, Frodo, will be sent here by An.

There is no doubt that he is a man who likes to waste his breath and think nonsense.

However, the fact that they consciously sent the hostage as leverage is indeed commendable.

However, Mattia bit the corner of her lip slightly.

Although she did convey her intention to ask Murphy to send Ann back here, she didn't expect that the other party would even send a gift together, which was really beyond her expectations.

This girl named Mattia hates things that deviate from her ideas.

It wouldn't even be an exaggeration to say it's disgust.

That's because she was sure that her calculations were correct and she was full of confidence in the knowledge and wisdom accumulated in her heart.

Although judging from the results, ideals that cannot be achieved will naturally be abandoned.

However, it was really unbearable that things went against my plan from the very beginning.

"Don't worry, Saint Madia. She won't get in our way, especially the hero...er, especially Mr. Murphy. He won't disobey."

Perhaps she noticed Mattia's concern, so Ann murmured softly as if to comfort her.

Those words seemed to contain the guilt he felt for bringing Frodo here.

As usual, this girl has a great knack for controlling the atmosphere.

In an instant, Mattia raised her eyebrows, conveying that it was okay, and stopped Ann from continuing to speak with her hand.

Because she has a trust in An that is far beyond that of an ordinary person.

If An judged that there would be no problem with the girl and the man, then there would definitely be no problem with them.

Besides, it's not like she couldn't understand the meaning of that sentence.

Look at the light shining in the eyes of the girl who calls herself Frodo.

That joyful expression was as if every time she muttered the name "Murphy", excitement would roar in her chest.

Also, what she just said was simply a love poem.

However, Mattia believed that was the source of the unease.

Because emotions can shake a smart mind.

She couldn't imagine how far Frodo's feelings would develop.

Because the so-called admiration sometimes becomes a belief.

Sometimes, it can become blind.

Mattia was well aware of both the convenience and danger of blind faith.

Because of this, it was difficult for her to be completely trusting of Frodo.

After all, she herself also holds this belief.

To put it bluntly, she is actually taking advantage of faith.

At this moment, the warriors with the same faith standing in neat rows in front of Madia were eagerly waiting for her to speak.

Despite this, she still maintained a calm and composed attitude.

That must be a big heart that can only be possessed by going through the tests of many battlefields and chaotic scenes.

But now she no longer has time to dwell on these trivial matters.

Madia moistened her lips and crafted the words with her tongue.

It seemed like a blessing, but on the other hand, it seemed like a curse on them.

"—Once upon a time, our God told us, the ignorant ones: I am merely the one who drives everything. People must acquire wisdom, learn to suffer for themselves, and make decisions based on their own will."

"This is God's will."

The sound gradually penetrated into the darkness, like a radiant light.

The voice was solemn, yet seemed to echo quietly in my ears.

The Heraldic Knights placed their spears neatly in front of them, their eyes and minds drawn to these words.

"Our Lord is the driving force, the bearer of all our destinies. If you have ears, listen; if you have eyes, open them and see. This protection is in our hands, and the decision rests with our will—"

There didn't seem to be anything special about those words.

But those who listen can feel it.

There is always a kind of beauty in playing songs; there is always a kind of feeling that makes people's hearts surge; there is always a kind of excitement that contains sweetness but goes straight to the depths of the heart.

Those were not words that meant forcibly reaching into their chests, lifting up their hearts, and offering them away.

Instead, let them declare the torrent of emotions that gushes out from the deepest part of their hearts.

Mattia's appearance was now appearing before everyone's eyes.

Frodo also blinked her black eyes and listened to the words with great interest in a sense.

I see. This is the term used by the Saint.

This is what is called the charisma of a leader that attracts and is praised by others.

Come to think of it, Aimee Castina seems to have some similarities.

This kind of temperament that makes people want to reach out and worship involuntarily is probably what people call leadership charisma or centripetal force.

Ah, but.

Frodo enjoyed the soothing sound, but her cheeks became messy.

Ah, as expected, that one is better for me.

That voice is the best, the voice that once called out to me.

Madia's voice gradually rose, sentence by sentence.

"—But look at this morally corrupt city! They, the Goddess Cult, have trampled upon our faith and holy places, spreading blind faith and entrusting everything to God. The Lord told us that when we sail our ship into the sea, we should no longer rely on God, saying that everything must be decided according to our will!"

The light of faith shone in the eyes of the girl called "Saint".

The teaching of the Goddess Cult, or the Great Saint Cult, is to give everything a person has to God.

Leave everything to God to manage, and people only need to bow to God.

The demons, who are inherently evil, have no need for will, they just need to be trampled upon and destroyed.

This world only needs kind people chosen by God.

Then everyone will be happy.

This, they say, is true happiness and the way for all people to achieve happiness.

It's unacceptable, Mattia, I simply can't accept this idea.

She knew the true history and believed that thinking and her own knowledge were the best, so she simply couldn't accept it.

Her words, full of passion, flew through the darkness.

That sentence was like superimposing one's own will on it.

Not only the Herald Cultists, but also Mattia were immersed in intoxication.

Turn thoughts into beliefs, turn beliefs into fanaticism, and turn fanaticism into tyranny.

Weaving spirits, changing the world.

Place it in front of the Saint and overlap your fingers on your chest.

In order to confirm my faith with my own hands in the upcoming struggle.

"Weigh anchor! The boat has been rowed out! What follows is not a holy war, but an act of our own will. Let us stain our hands with the blood of the cult! This is the true will of God!"

--hiss!

Echoing the Saint's voice, and then as if following it, the voice advanced into the darkness with obvious pressure.

Now, she only has eyes for her beloved Maria.

The spell cannot be broken until knees are bent and heads are trampled.

The dim light in his eyes proved this point.

Then, Madia raised her spear high toward the sky.

It's like praying to God while rebelling against God's will.

The spear pointed straight up, and a flash of light burst out from the tip.

This was a signal to our compatriots lurking in the city, a testament to our resolve, and a turning point in history.