After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

No fool would voluntarily step into a beast's lair or a hunter's trap.

The essence is that, according to the original plan, today is just a temporary test.

Then retreat, no problem.

but.

Mattia clenched her teeth, making a crunching sound.

The person who designed this trap had extremely sinister intentions. It seemed that he was very aware of the situation here and the scarcity of options.

For the Heraldry Cult, the weak groups are the most important link in the resistance.

For that group of people, the most necessary thing to hug the strong man's knees and gouge out the enemy's head is the "strong wind" blowing from behind.

Push the weak and make them keep up with your pace.

To achieve this, what is often called momentum is absolutely indispensable.

Especially, myself here and now.

Respected as a saint, respected by others.

Mattia adjusted her breathing and organized the words in her mind within seconds.

"Everyone, raise your shields and prepare to charge. Our path has been decided. Everyone, be prepared to use the corpses of your comrades as a foothold, and drink the blood of your pitiful enemies to nourish your throats!"

This sentence means a desperate charge.

But no one would object to that statement.

Everyone believed in the Saint and held their guns and shields.

Saint Matthias understood her situation well.

He had neither the stable territory of the nobility nor the ancient bloodline of the Heraldry Cult.

Even her sister, the only person she could rely on, kept refusing her requests for help.

That is, there is no backing.

This Mattia was able to sit on the position of saint because of her own talent and extraordinary charm.

In other words, Mattia not only wants the believers to believe in Heraldry, but also wants them to believe in Mattia's power.

Therefore, Madia would never allow herself to retreat before a good opportunity.

You must crush the trap like a hero.

This is the infinite expectation riding on the shoulders of the girl named Madia.

On those small shoulders, there is a pressure that is almost enough to crush people.

She knew it was a trap; her clever mind saw through everything.

However, the soldiers are not like that and will see this as a rare opportunity.

Then, Mattia must respond to this expectation.

The overnight fall of fortified Cross Maria had completely exceeded the best expectations.

Mattia understood that this was the mission of the saint.

If this cannot be done, the Saint's status among the Heralds will collapse.

Not all Heralds are happy about the existence of the Saint.

If there is no result, its identity will end here.

It's just like that, it doesn't matter.

However, if even the symbolic Saint is ineffective, the Church of Heraldry will no longer be able to maintain its current momentum.

Everything will be a bubble in a dream.

Everything will disappear.

This was the only thing Mattia couldn't accept.

She gripped the spear tightly, as if to motivate herself.

Then, a white flash emanated from its tip again, shooting straight into the night sky.

That was the smoke signal, telling us the start of the raid.

It is also the proof of our enlightenment.

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To Frodo, this march was truly puzzling.

This is especially true for her, who believes that everything can be satisfied in terms of knowledge and wisdom.

The city gate was opened, undoubtedly, it was a trap.

That must be a strategy to lure the Heralds, probably waiting for them to enter that "pocket" before surrounding them and completely eliminating them.

But they began to move forward.

Frodo said softly, showing a clearly uneasy expression.

"...Are you crazy? Are you serious? It was a trap! I know there are people in the Guards who would do something like this. But why was she able to react so quickly?"

Yes, such people exist.

Opening the city gate by oneself is a strategy that ordinary people cannot adopt immediately.

Even if they knew the feasibility of this strategy, ordinary people would want to hide deep in the safety of the city gates for fear of failure.

But Frodo knew.

Those who dare to choose a strategy of facing danger and put it into action are among the Guards.

Of course, if there are a lot of people here, it would be a bad idea and the worst strategy.

But in reality, there are only a few people here.

The other party made this choice because they understood it to that extent.

That person saw this clearly during the attack in the dark night and made the right choice.

Now, nothing can be said to stop it.

The group of Heraldsmen rushed forward like a pack of wild beasts.

Even if they know that only death awaits them, they will continue to charge forward.

Therefore, Frodo just whispered it to the saint through her ear.

Then, as if she fully understood the meaning of that sentence, Mattia replied.

"Well, I understand what you said. But you don't understand."

“Not everything in this world can be solved with wisdom. Sometimes, you have to make up your mind, do your best, and then move forward with hope.”

Frodo's pair of black eyes kept opening and closing in the darkness.

There was no fear or anxiety on Mattia's face from the side, only a pair of slender eyes sparkling.

What does this mean?

What Mattia said was too difficult for Frodo to understand.

Of course, I have tried to change the world, but that is something based on knowledge and wisdom after all.

It is absolutely impossible to walk into that hellish abyss knowing full well that it is a trap.

This is a stupid choice.

Yet she—Madiya—will keep going.

She said that in this world, there are some things that cannot be handled with wisdom.

Suddenly, Murphy's figure appeared in Frodo's mind.

Ah, so he is too.

The scene in that underground temple could hardly be described as a wise move.

However, he chose that option as well.

Frodo had nothing more to say to Madia.

Now, I only have one thought, which is to chase that figure.

During this period, even if there is only one, I hope to find a way to stay with him forever.

Frodo closed her eyes, clasped her hands in front of her chest, and prayed.

Chapter 59 The Wrong Path of Lead

Looking up at the second white light in the darkness, Murphy bit her lip.

What the hell, that Saint Lady.

Faced with this unexpected turn of events, Murphy had no idea which option to seize.

The thoughts in his brain kept circling back and forth on the same path, and it seemed that he would never find the answer.

The second flash of light, emitted by Saint Matthias, represented the intention to advance further.

In other words, it means marching into the city.

Murphy was clear about this, and the purpose of the signal had been agreed upon in advance.

In other words, something that shouldn't have happened might have happened over there, forcing them to keep moving forward.

But that woman is not a fool. She should understand the danger of advancing at this stage.

Rather, she should understand that time is on her side.

After all, now all the planned preparations have been completed.

Then, as time goes on, the collapsed city functions will directly crush Crossmaria.

However, knowing all this, she still wants to move forward. Why?

Murphy's fingers gently touched his chin, anxiety and confusion running back and forth in his mind with heat.

No, calm down.

Murphy, knowing this, took a deep breath.

Unconsciously, the slum dwellers facing the wall had all raised their heads to look up at the sky, gazing in the direction of the flash.

Rather, it would be weirder if I hadn't noticed.

Anyone with eyes can see it.

After all, just now, that white light violently cut through the darkness of the night.

Then, as if swallowed, it disappeared again.

"Brother Murphy, that's not a small matter. What happened?"

Murphy listened to Hawke's mumbling questions but couldn't come up with an answer.

How far should we go? Where should we convey our intentions?

This anxiety almost made his tongue numb.

After a moment's thought, Murphy held the words in her mouth and slowly pushed them out with her tongue.

"That's the signal for the Heraldic Cultists to advance. It seems those guys have reached the limit of their patience with Crossmaria. Ah, well, there's nothing to be particularly nervous about. That Saint probably wouldn't consider the slums a fighting force."

Although many people have now been aroused to fight, there are no weapons in the slums.

They have nothing.

If I rushed into the battlefield with my own body, there would only be countless disturbing factors.

After all, even people standing on the same side on the battlefield will not have the same morale.

Fear and madness can spread.

If one person runs away, the other will follow.

If two people run away, two more will follow.