After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

And that long-lost face now seemed to Filia to be quite cool.

Although he was exhausted and covered with scars, there was not a single piece of good flesh on his body.

But deep in his eyes, there was a glint of strength.

A soft look appeared on Filia's face.

"You... Filia, you... lied to me, huh?"

Hearing these words spoken with difficulty and twitching cheeks, even Filia couldn't help but shudder.

His shoulders, which had never been afraid, shrank inwards in a rare move.

The extent of Murphy's suspicions is unknown.

Maybe it is extremely weak, maybe it has reached the truth.

However, at least for this incident and those events that went against his intentions, Murphy was somewhat convinced that he was involved.

Moreover, even if she didn't know how close his guess was to the truth, since her involvement was a fact, Filia would not deny this issue.

Even though there was no intention of "deception" as Murphy literally said, in fact, this intervention did have some aspects that looked like that.

If that were the case, Filia's modesty would not allow her to deny this statement here.

Furthermore, telling lies here would trample on Murphy's sincerity and respect for her trust in him.

There is only that, no choice.

Filia shook her silver eyes and slowly uttered the carefully chosen words with her small lips.

"What are you talking about? I've said this before. I'll act in the best interests of us. And, actually, isn't this the best outcome? Come on, I'll give you a victory hug."

Just like that, as if trying to hide her slightly trembling eyebrows and lips, Filia hugged Murphy's body.

Perhaps because she had almost no strength left in her body and was unable to support herself, Filia, who was holding up this body, felt an inexplicable heaviness.

Yet even that weight brings a sense of joy.

The silver hair swayed gently as if expressing emotion.

Joy and anxiety blended together and filled my chest.

The slender white fingers stroked Murphy's back with such force that they almost nailed the fingers into Murphy's back.

Just like that, Filia hugged Murphy tightly.

This continued for a short time before Murphy said the next sentence.

Of course, Filia believed that she had done the best she could.

After all, even if, as originally planned, he made the Herald Cult his enemy and took the head of the leader called the Saint, the world would never recognize Murphy.

Ah, maybe you'll get a little bit of honor, some kind of reputation that can be called charity.

But until then.

In this extremely unreasonable world, there is no one who truly recognizes their contributions.

There is no one with such a measure in this world.

That is why we should throw ourselves into a world where there are people who recognize our achievements.

So, Filia threw him into the vortex of change.

Filia believed this was the right thing to do, and until now, she still firmly believes that this is the best choice.

Because this is exactly what is necessary to put Murphy on the road to glory.

But for Murphy, whether that is acceptable is another matter.

Therefore, fear began to flow through Filia's fingertips.

I might be rejected by Murphy, but I don't want that to happen.

When told that, could he convince her? This was what she really needed to know.

So, can someone please teach me what expression this burning persistence will produce when denied?

This was truly terrifying for Filia.

Therefore, even a short period of time seemed very long to Filia.

Then, Murphy's words slowly fell along with the sound of the wind.

"Hey, come on—you never act my way. But, yeah, that's right. Actually, this is just right. It's because of you that I trust you."

That voice, in retrospect, was probably a voice that had never been heard from Murphy.

It was like the sound of someone unloading a heavy baggage they had been carrying until now.

It was also like the sound of someone finally being freed from the heavy pressure that was trampling on them.

"Although this result was unexpected, it's great. I feel very refreshed now, so that's good. Thank you very much, Filia."

As soon as Murphy's lips moved, her body lost strength.

Perhaps it has reached its limit. The weight hanging on Filia's body has become even heavier.

Ah, never mind, that's better, that's great.

Filia couldn't help but feel relieved.

Fortunately no one saw it.

In his heart, joy began to roar without restraint.

——Really? My choice was right after all. This is the best way.

Filia's silver pupils trembled and shrank into a ball, but the expression on her face remained extremely relaxed.

Very good, thank you, you are right.

In the words I just heard, this man did say this.

Ah, what a helpless man I am. I have returned after making such great contributions, but I have not received any rewards.

Even the words of comfort were just a few.

But there's nothing I can do about it, really. I'm already exhausted, so I'll just forgive you now.

But don't forget, this is expensive, Murphy.

I help you pave the way to glory, so you should give me something in return.

A smile similar to the past, as if stung, appeared on Filia's profile.

It was a demonic beauty that made the air tremble.

This, huh?

Suddenly, Filia's eyes were drawn to the strange sword in Murphy's right hand, which he was unwilling to let go of even if he lost consciousness.

That was the sword that appeared in Murphy's hand during the duel with Ames Castina, as if it had torn through time and space.

Filia already had an idea of ​​its true identity, but it was just a guess.

This is the sword passed down from ancestors that was buried in Murphy's body in the underground temple in order to save him from death.

But rather than speculation, it is better to say that there is no other possibility.

I never expected it to manifest as a new sword.

On this beautiful sword, with a black ray running across its blade, there is an inscription.

After seeing it, Filia couldn't help but widen her eyes.

Then in the next moment, he sighed softly again.

There should have been no such inscription before.

It probably never appeared in the family records.

In other words, it was this sword that suddenly appeared that engraved the name that suited Murphy.

Although this idea sounds silly, it is more practical than having a sword suddenly appear in the air.

There is a string of inscriptions on the sword.

If it is a word, it has several meanings.

The one who kills glory, or the one who captures the head of honor.

Filia narrowed her silver eyes and made a sound in her throat.

Each one is dangerous, and even going further, it can be understood as such.

—Kill the hero. The hero killer.

Really, it really looks like you, the name of destiny.

Then, the next moment, suddenly.

Filia saw the magician named Frodo running towards them with a tense and distorted expression.

So, Filia hugged Murphy's body tighter in her arms with more force.

Ah, let her see it.

You are the owner of this person.

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The prelude to the Gospel War, the victory in the attack and defense of the Free City, allowed Crossmaria to fall into the hands of the Herald Cultists.

The city, which had never recorded its fall in history, disappeared along with the legend.

This siege drama is the devil's hand that drags the princes of various countries into the vortex of war.

This war was initially seen as just a rebellion that would soon end the conflict.

But now, it has entered a stage of rampage.

No one can stop it.

For the ship had weighed anchor and was beginning to sail out into the stormy sea.

All the sails and nets were taken away, and no one could see the way forward.

There is no longer any distinction between good and evil, only the daily painful resentment of civilians and the cheers of soldiers celebrating their victory.

——As this period of history was swallowed by the hurricane, two names were engraved in the records of the Goddess Cult.

One is a woman known as a saint or a witch, Mattia.

As a symbolic figure in the Gospel War, she is targeted by the leaders of various nations.

Some call her God's agent, while others call her a witch who seduces humans.

The name has not changed in past history.

And just like that, a young man's name appeared.

During the fall of Crossmaria, he, as a citizen, joined forces with the Heraldry Cultists as a rebel, inciting the slum dwellers to the brink of destruction;

the great sinner, the one who does not fear God, the one who holds the hand of the devil;

From head to toe, a person who has implanted everything demonic within himself.

At this time in the past, this name had not yet appeared on the stage.

This name is sometimes more annoying to the Goddess Cult than Mattia.

Of course, that name was also engraved in the records of the Heraldry Cult.

It is not as exaggerated as the records of the Goddess Church, but like the Heraldry Church that pursues wisdom and truth, it simply strings the facts together.

—This man had made great contributions in the attack and defense of the Free City of Crossmaria. His name was Murphy.

(End of Volume 3)

Final remarks of Volume 3

The third volume is finished. I took a look at the word count on Word and it has a total of 165951 words.

如果记得不错的话，第二卷是在2023年4月25日完结的，到今天2023年5月16日已经20天了。

I didn't expect that I could write 16 words in 20 days, and finish this volume so quickly.