After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

"...Of course, enemies, no doubt about it. You're over there, I'm over here, nothing could be easier to understand than that, right?"

Somehow, Murphy felt that the words she had just said were as if they were spoken to herself.

Of course, the obsession with the other person's unparalleled talent still occupies a large part of this heart.

As long as the lid is opened slightly, those sticky feelings will crawl out at any time.

That’s right.

But somewhere today, yes, these feelings are very quiet.

Murphy raised his sword with both hands and kicked the sand away from his feet.

Although his heart was so wonderfully calm, excitement was hidden somewhere in his heart.

This feeling is incredible.

Deep inside Murphy's body, as if responding to the excitement in her chest, she began to feel slightly hot.

"...Really? What a shame. Why? It's such a shame."

The white blades gleamed brightly, and a strange silence enveloped the entire battlefield.

As if sighing, Ames' voice came again.

"Then, everything from now on will be conducted according to the rules of the battlefield."

Both sides adopted the same posture.

Already, no more words are needed.

Chapter 61 Two Heroes

The silver powder scraped off the long sword flew in the night.

The white blade shone brightly on Murphy's right shoulder, as if trying to drive it away, and the silver light of the sword cut through the sky.

For Murphy, that was a full-strength attack.

The blade made a sound of breaking through the air.

But for Aimee Castina, it was probably just a small temptation.

However, in order to knock down her attack, Murphy had no choice but to drive the sword and let it engage with the white blade.

Although their weapons were different, there was indeed a huge gap in power between him and Ames.

The handle of the longsword began to creak and shake.

——Hang——Zheng!

The sound of iron clashing against iron could be heard quietly.

There was no other sound around.

No, maybe there is, but I just can’t feel it.

At least for Murphy, whether he was focusing on things other than the duel or listening to other things, he had never thought about it at all.

He exhaled softly and narrowed his eyes.

We must not repeat the same mistakes as before.

His flexible swordsmanship, utilizing a dagger in his left hand and a long sword in his right, was all diverted by Ames.

In other words, the tactic of taking advantage of an extra dagger seems to have no meaning at all.

Normally, the moment the opponent is dealing with the dagger, you would find the flaw and strike with your sword.

But his combo didn't have the precision and sharpness to weave between Ames's swords.

Even with Filia's superb swordsmanship, it would be difficult to break through Ames's sword light.

There is another point that I was forced to understand through past experiences.

In the gradually thinning darkness, a silver line danced.

In any case, we have to reduce the opponent's time a little more.

————Hangzine!

Murphy swung the sword vigorously and stabbed Ames's side with the dagger.

And just like that, he took a step forward.

At this moment, in just a breath, he heard a sound of breaking air.

By the time he came to his senses, Ames's white blade had already jumped into his arms and cut off his gauntlet.

That was an incomprehensible reaction speed, as if he had already seen through his initial move.

A blade gleamed in Ames's hand, and the moment Murphy's knee moved, she had already struck out to cut off one of his arms.

Murphy even felt as if her brain had touched ice.

Although it was only a moment, his vision was very clear.

He knew very well that he had sprained his ankle.

If it happens normally, even if something abnormal happens somewhere in your body, it doesn't matter at all, after all, it's a matter for the future.

But now, in this duel, in this life-and-death battle where everything is on the line.

Wrist, sprained.

Murphy's wrist protested against the evasive action that required forced drive, and the nerves in his wrist felt like they were pricked by needles, sending waves of pain.

Even so, it was impossible to completely avoid Ames's blade.

At the base of his thumb, the flesh was gouged out, and blood gushed out, mixing with the sand and being swallowed by the wind.

First the hand, then the side.

The current situation is very bad for Murphy, and his condition is beginning to deteriorate.

Yet, miraculously, the pain was minimal.

It's as if my brain doesn't have the capacity or time to accept something like that at the moment.

"Mr. Murphy, could you please put down your sword?"

"There's no point in saying that now, Aimee Castina."

Murphy made a heavy sound following Ames' words, and a smile appeared on his cheek.

As if she had been hit in the right place, Ames stopped talking.

Ah, nothing.

This guy fools people wherever he goes.

A heat began to gradually rise from the roots of Murphy's internal organs.

His skin seemed to be burning, making him feel particularly awake.

It was a torrent of emotion, each time expressed with a furious passion and a heat that threatened to scorch the brain.

However, today, even though they appeared again, Murphy still accepted them quietly.

"There's nothing to say. I've said it before. You're over there, I'm over here. Besides, it's not your fault that you and I are incompatible."

As he spoke, two streaks of silver light, one long and one short, once again flew forward in the darkness.

Yeah, it's so sad.

This heartbreaking hatred and crazy envy are not Aimee's fault.

The problem is, I can't do it myself.

It's obvious that no matter how hard you stretch your hand, you can't reach it, but you still force yourself to reach out.

To what extent have I been willful? What a useless person I am.

But, even so.

Ah, sure enough, even that's the case.

Therefore, if I give in to you again, nothing will change as before.

Murphy's teeth were clenched tightly, and the breath exhaled from his throat made him feel a little hot.

In front of the dagger and the sword is the enemy's head.

Murphy pictured the enemy's skull being shattered in his mind.

A long silver light will draw an arc in the air, making a whooshing sound, cutting off a fragment of time and heading towards the enemy's head, before being blocked by the opponent.

Even if the attack doesn't work, it doesn't matter, as long as it can disrupt the enemy's vision.

In this way, another shorter silver light, protected by it, will be placed on that neck.

Yes, everything was just Murphy's expectation.

He just did what he expected.

However, in just a moment, he heard the sound of the white fingers of death touching his head.

will die.

Ames's blade will smash her skull and dig out her brains.

After that, it was definite death.

That was the scene that appeared in Murphy's mind.

This choice is undoubtedly welcoming death.

The sword and dagger that should have touched the opponent's neck, and the legs that should have shortened the distance, had already chosen to retreat by the time Murphy came to his senses.

Dust rose up under his feet, and then he readjusted his stance, keeping a certain distance from the opponent again.

Instinct overwhelms will, and the premonition of death creates a fundamental emotion called fear, which devours the heart that is brave enough to move forward.

His lungs began to work vigorously again, but Murphy still felt breathless, and sweat licked his back and forehead.

As he stepped back, Ames made no attempt to shorten that split second.

Her golden eyes flickered in the darkness.

At this moment, those eyes were showing a fierce look, which was completely inconsistent with the gentle expression seen in the duel.

"I'm so sorry, Mr. Murphy. To be honest, I don't know you at all, but the feeling I have is more of an interest than a dislike. I sincerely believe that if we had met differently, we might have become good friends."

The golden eyes could no longer suppress the ferocity within them.

No matter what, you will be killed here.

As if to declare this, Ames bowed slightly and positioned the double-edged sword at her waist.

Murphy's brain began to send out violent warnings, and her lips began to twitch.

Just now, if he dared to take another step, no matter what countermeasures he had prepared, he would be cut into two pieces by Ames.

But my friend? Why do you have to say that, Aimee Castina?

Can we become friends as long as we meet in different ways?

Murphy knew that she was not one to joke.

And that expression was so sincere.

But it is precisely because of this that this sentence seems empty and powerless.

Murphy could no longer tell whether the smile on her face was mocking Ames or herself.

"No, it won't, Aimee Castina. That's absolutely impossible. Now I understand it completely."

Amidst the trembling of the shocking atmosphere, Murphy's words, spoken in a light tone, floated on the wind.

That not only means to delay time, but also is the true words from the heart.

"We can only become enemies. Otherwise, if I stand shoulder to shoulder with you, I can only look up at you, then I can only prostrate myself on the ground and embark on a miserable path."

The past journey is as vivid as if it were right before my eyes.

I could only look up at Ames, impressed by her swordsmanship.

It was obvious that even if I stretched out my hand I could not reach it, but I still clung to that immature and stupid idea.