After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

In the darkness, a flash of light streaking across the sky announced.

A series of rebellions by the Heraldry Cults, later known as the Evangelical Wars.

That is, the battle for the Free City of Crossmaria has begun.

Chapter 56 Gold and Silver (3000)

That night, it was very quiet.

In the private rooms of the Guards, the light of the city shone through the window, illuminating the golden pupils of Aimee Castina.

The lights were lively, active, and a little noisy.

Her hometown, Crossmaria, is booming.

Since she was a child, Aimees has grown up watching these lights.

But these lights seem dim lately, is it an illusion?

My skin felt a little tingling and I couldn't sleep, but my pupils were unusually clear.

Lately, this feeling has been continuing.

But on the contrary, the city is peaceful and people are enjoying the leisurely atmosphere in the city.

Her college classmate, Frodo, should have been enjoying this atmosphere together, but at this moment she seemed to be living with that person.

Aimees' fingers touched her chin slightly.

This can also be seen in the encounter in the slums, as she saved Murphy.

but why?

Aimee didn't know the reason.

Slums are where sinners and those abandoned by the state gather.

The reason why Frodo went to that place specifically was probably because of Murphy's existence.

But even so, I still can't understand it.

No matter how you look at it, she doesn't want to go back to the city.

Until the very end, she was protecting Murphy.

All the truth and justice could not shake her in the slightest.

She would even swear an oath not to use magic to harm the city just to stay by his side.

That was undoubtedly an act of resistance to justice.

However, this seems to be very similar to myself.

A mixture of a smile and self-loathing appeared on Ames's face.

The Heraldry Cultist Rebellion that broke out in the Kingdom of Leiden made him feel very emotional.

Those armed Heraldry cultists we encountered in the underground temple must be related to this riot.

If, if, Aimee thought.

If I had told my uncle everything when he came to visit me at the academy, I could have prevented this from happening.

This kind of meaningless imagination occupied Ames's mind.

In this case, the depressed mood is the punishment for violating one's own justice.

Because faith is disturbed, God sends suffering.

If this is true, then I must take all the responsibility.

Speaking of incomprehensible, the same is true of what happens in the slums.

The deputy captain and his men reported that nothing had happened.

That thing didn't happen at all.

There were no girls with tattoos, no duels, or anything like that.

Nothing happened.

Aimees even felt as if the blood flowing through her body had turned into a torrent after reading this report.

It's impossible. Whether it's the deputy captain's tyranny or his own willful private fighting, it's all an act of disregarding discipline.

That's what Ames thought. If that's the case, then they should all be reported.

In fact, she did submit the report to the head of the group in that way.

I was immediately told that nothing had ever happened in the slums.

The head of the group made this decision.

A feeling of shock enveloped Ames's whole body.

I didn't expect this to be the rational solution.

The facts, the facts witnessed by these eyes, are believed to have never happened.

In the Guards, this became a reality.

Aimees narrowed her eyes, a suspicion forming in her mind.

The light of Crossmaria before me was still dim.

——Ah, the captain also has troubles, just like a human.

In this way, I didn't know when he entered the room.

Aimee's gaze naturally turned to the door.

The reason why the vigilance was not so strict was that she immediately knew who the owner of the voice was.

Philia Reinhardt.

Silver hair tied up high, and a pair of big eyes of the same color as the hair.

With his handsome face and swordsmanship, he now attracts the respect of the guards and even the vice-captain.

"I'm sorry, but you don't answer even when I knock. This door is truly pathetic."

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The vice-captain, nicknamed the lizard, strode through the corridors of the Guards Regiment headquarters with his characteristic eyes wide open, looking down upon his team members.

Every time my feet rubbed against the ground, the slight vibration caused pain in my jaw.

From that day on, it was like a big nail was driven into my head.

Even if I work non-stop or sleep deep in the night, I can't erase the feelings that stick to my head.

That is, the humiliation that makes one's teeth grind, and the anger that sweeps around.

The lizard's eyes intensified, and deep wrinkles appeared between his brows.

Every time the wound left by that bastard hurts, it feels like a knife cutting into my heart.

The scum living in the slums, the stinky rats living in the mud, would actually hurt themselves.

An incredible act of folly, an unexpected act of rebellion.

This is extremely disrespectful.

The muddy and overflowing emotions made the lizard feel depressed.

Well, the young captain doesn't like it either.

Lizards don't like people who get high positions just by relying on their background.

Although I've heard that this man has an older brother who is a hero, I still don't like him.

However, I finally accepted it.

But at that time, Ames stopped herself from taking the bastard's life, and it was this that ignited the anger in her heart.

People in the slums don't even have taste or honor.

So, would they be cowardly or righteous?

Why don't you understand? My reputation is more important than that dog's life.

The lizard could not understand the young captain's thoughts at all.

Slum dwellers are not human beings.

Without rights, life has no value, words have no weight, and you are just a stinking rat.

This awareness isn't unique to lizards.

More or less, the residents of Crossmaria have this understanding deep down.

Therefore, the lizard could not understand Ames's actions at all.

The pain in my jaw returned.

Ah, I want to see what she looks like.

The lizard's eyes flickered slightly.

Philia Reinhardt.

That was the dream of every member of the Guards, her awe-inspiring beauty like the goddess of war recited in poetry.

There are many people who are moved by the swaying silver hair.

Lizards are the same in this regard.

Just seeing that figure relieves the pain in my jaw.

At the same time, hatred towards the bastard who hurt him also grew.

That's right, that man brought shame upon himself.

In front of the goddess of war, he made a pitiful excuse to let her see his weakness.

No one from the Guards Corps can be harmed by people from the slums.

So the commotion, whatever, didn't happen.

After giving such instructions to his subordinates, regardless of the captain's ignorance of the world, the head of the group nodded in agreement.

But revenge is necessary to redeem everything.

Must kill that bastard.

Black sparks flashed in the lizard's unique eyes, and his hands trembled constantly.

He clenched his hands tightly, and his jaw started to ache again.

"I'm sorry, but you don't answer even when I knock. This door is truly pathetic."

As he made up his mind to cross the corridor, the voice of Filia, the goddess of war worshipped by the lizards, rang in his ears.

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"No, that's all right. There's plenty to worry about, and a mountain of things that haven't been done well."

Aimeis responded to the girl, Filia, who appeared at the door with a wry smile.

She stood as usual, upright and confident.

"No way, if someone as talented as you were worried about something... Ah, so, something like that happened—was it because of the Heraldry Cultists?"

That statement is half right.

Filia also met the Heraldry Cultists in the underground temple.

So, it wouldn't be surprising if she had the same concerns as me.

They were worried that the rebellion in the Kingdom of Leiden would spread here and bring disaster.

But half of it is wrong.

Ames nodded slightly, agreeing with Filia, and opened her mouth.

"Yes, they are a clear threat, and how to deal with that threat is indeed troubling. However... there is another more fundamental issue."

This sentence, perhaps unexpectedly, made Filia's eyes widen slightly.