After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

The following words shocked her mind, and she could only hear the sound of herself swallowing.

"—A magical message was sent from there. The mastermind witch and... what was it, oh, the traitor were caught."

"By the way, the magic used by the elves is really powerful."

Garlas continued to complain.

However, Ella's consciousness had long thrown these words far away.

She no longer had any interest in such words because they had no value.

then.

--traitor.

There is only one person who is called this by the Cathedral.

In Ella's eyes, a figure was reflected.

It’s my childhood sweetheart, the one I’ve already promised to spend my life with, Murphy.

Ella blinked.

Really? I see. Only now do I understand why I called him without knowing the reason.

Ella had a premonition that the Templars would take action at a time when they were not prepared, and it must be related to the witch of the Heraldry Cult or Murphy.

So, with such uneasiness, she greeted Garlas.

Because relevant information can definitely be obtained from the unreliable mouth of Garlas.

Ella's breathing gradually became less and less.

She felt that the space around her seemed to begin to shake.

"...So, the execution took place in the land of the elves?"

"No, if possible, I would certainly like that, but that is impossible because the Pope seems to want to capture him alive."

"Ah, so I'm the only one traveling as a Templar. How depressing."

As Garlas said this, the frivolity in his eyes disappeared in an instant.

So that’s it. Capture him alive.

Ella generally understood the reason.

I'm afraid it was to carry out the execution in the Cathedral, the capital of the Garcia Empire, or in the capital of the Kingdom of Leiden.

In this way, the authority of the Great Saint Church can be consolidated while suppressing the rebellion of the Herald Cultists.

Perhaps, that was his intention.

This didn't matter to Ella.

But it would be great if I could survive.

"I wanted to take Buckingham with me, but I was afraid I'd kill him if I took him with me—"

"——Templar Knight, Garlas Gargantia."

Ella interrupted Garlas's grumbling and gave him an elegant, gentle smile.

"I hope your journey goes well. Then."

Ella's tiny lips trembled.

No matter what, look happy now.

An expression like this should look like it was sculpted.

"Well, if that's all right."

So, with a smile on her face, Ella spoke.

—I wish I could see the traitor’s face.

Chapter 1 God and the Alliance

——When there was only one continent, there was also one God.

Saint Madia opened her lips and spoke incessantly, speaking in a gentle tone as if she were telling a story to children.

"Although the ancient gods took on many forms, their essence was actually one. Whether it was harvest, wisdom, thunder, or fate, they possessed many attributes, but in essence they were all the same god."

Inside the city walls of Crossmaria, on the first floor of a high-end tavern, a clear and crisp voice was heard.

As she spoke, Mattia slowly closed her eyes.

Yet, even so, her storytelling remains fluent.

It was as if every word she said now had already been integrated into her heart.

"Although it may be disrespectful, if we put it simply, it can be said to be a collection of consciousnesses. Therefore, in ancient texts, all the gods commonly mentioned are actually the same."

However, at some later time.

Human civilization gradually emerged, and the large-scale birth of human beings constructed society.

Then, when classes began to emerge.

Two forces began to quarrel within God's consciousness.

Although at the beginning, they were just talking.

However, as society became increasingly complex, the gap between classes began to widen, and the number of people who were frustrated and whimpering began to increase.

Looking at them, one of God's yet-unnamed consciousnesses said so.

——Their lives are so pitiful and sad. So, I will use these hands to save them from their suffering.

The consciousness that reaches out to humanity with compassion is blocked by another consciousness that is contained in God.

What are you talking about? Look at how they survived. With their wisdom, they made decisions amidst pain and sobbing. Life was born from these contradictions and choices. Do you want to deprive them of their lives?

There were no voices from other conscious beings, only the repetitive arguing sounds of these two people, as if they wanted to push each other away from them.

They have many worries, because the more wisdom they have, the more they sigh in pain. So, wouldn't it be better to have none of these things? No worries, no obstacles, no walls standing before them. May this happiness be bestowed upon them.

——I see, if you do this, then there is only one thing I can do, and that is from now on. You want to take wisdom from them, then fine, I will give them more wisdom.

For a long time afterwards, the composite consciousness that existed as one God separated because of this little dispute.

Both sides refused to give in for their own claims.

If the hands wanted to hold each other, it would be okay to hold only one hand. In fact, the situation might even be more comfortable at that time.

However, if both parties shake off the other's hand, that would be a different matter.

That is, it is absolutely impossible to maintain a unified existence.

——Then, let's give each other a name. Sooner or later, humans will pay the price for your redemption, Serla!

——Fool. You only bring knowledge and opportunities to people. Sooner or later, people will give up the pain you bring and come to me, Field!

Finally, when the two were completely separated and would never argue again, another divine consciousness complained.

—Oh, have mercy on me. Spirits of my own origin, what will become of us if we separate?

From that day on, the world was separated from God.

Various countries, religions, and civilizations were born on this land.

But no matter which one it is, they will start arguing.

Thus, the peaceful world that was once ruled by only one god completely disappeared.

The world began to become noisy, and words of dispute came out of that big mouth.

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"...This is the story that has been passed down about Field, our Heraldry God. His predecessor, Serla, is now deceased, leaving only two goddesses."

"However, now this is just a storybook for the children in the orphanage."

——After all, the two main gods have disappeared.

Saint Matthias made a voice that sounded somewhat old.

However, because she was already accustomed to speaking in front of people, there was no trace of nervousness or anxiety in her words.

Even so, the only person in the audience was Filia, who seemed to be twirling her silver hair with her fingers without any interest.

Then, there was Frodo Volgograd, who should have known this story;

And the Heraldic Cultist Larg An, who must have known this story long ago;

There were also Hawke and Adeline, brother and sister, who were clapping obediently, making a total of five listeners.

Despite the saint's words that shook the hearts of thousands of people, few people actually listened to them.

"Excuse me, next up is the appearance of the goddess Cassia and the evil god Kasina. I'm tired of hearing this story. It's better to hear—ha~"

Filia's voice sounded extremely lonely, as if even her exaggerated sighs were about to fade away.

After sighing, she began to slowly weave the end of her words.

"—Murphy. Well, alright, later... I'll tell you."

However, before that, Frodo took the lead in the conversation.

The shining silver pupils and the swaying black pupils overlapped for a moment, and then both sides cast questioning glances, asking each other why the other was here.

Even though it was only a brief moment, the exchange of glances made the air in the tavern heavy.

Hawke, who was not good at dealing with this kind of atmosphere, felt that the air entering his lungs turned into heavy mud.

"Eh, uh-...Mr. Murphy, Mr. Hero, haven't you arrived yet?"

As if unable to bear the heavy pressure in the air, An opened his lips and forced the words out.

In order not to let his efforts go to waste, Hawke gritted his teeth and continued the conversation.

"Brother, he's still sleeping on the second floor. But it will be here soon. We'll see him soon. After all, he was so busy before."

Because of the heavy pressure in his heart, Hawke's hand unconsciously clasped tightly with his sister Adeline's hand.

Hawke spoke softly, trying to avoid stimulating the surrounding atmosphere as much as possible.

Yet, even these words seem to have little power to suppress the flowers that reveal their thorns.

"It's been so long, has he completely fallen into a deep sleep? Humph, you're really slacking off."

Her black hair combed into a bun swayed, and Frodo's words penetrated the air, completely ignoring the fact that she was the one who could sleep the most.

"What? You can only worry about it now. After all, it's my generosity that you can stay here now."

"Well, though. Sooner or later you'll figure out what, no, who is right."

Then, the silver hair swayed gently with the shaking of the head, and Filia's sharp words were thrown out by her owner without giving in.

Their eyes met again.

This time the air immediately lost its temperature, and the floor of the tavern seemed to creak in the cold wind.

"Don't talk about people who aren't here. It's pointless. Let's get to the point, Ann."

Mattia's words seemed to cut through the unpleasant cold wind at the scene.

Both Filia and Frodo couldn't help but feel disappointed by this statement, but they didn't open their lips to refute it directly.

Both of them had smart minds and knew that the previous conversation was not constructive.

but.

Although they all know this, there is always a needle of anxiety in their hearts, pricking their chests and forcing them to express their feelings.

At Mattia's urging, An cleared his throat and slowly spoke in front of everyone.

Although that voice was different from Madia's, it was also easy to understand. It was a voice without any superfluous sounds.

"First, let me tell you about the progress. Thanks to the leadership of Saint Mattia, everyone's devout faith, and Mr. Murphy's active work, the Heraldry Cult successfully recaptured Crossmaria."

What An said was that it was taken back.

The eyes looked out of the tavern window.

The sacred place of the Heralds remained beautiful even after being conquered.