After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

The man put his hands on his chest as if he was joking.

His expression and movements seemed frivolous, hardly like a Templar.

Ella smiled slightly, her dark eyes blinking.

This man was a Templar Knight named Garlas Gargantia.

He is indeed the best among the Templar Knights, but secretly he is known as the man who is least like a Templar Knight.

Of course, there is a lot of jealousy in this title.

The silver armor that was supposed to make the other party feel majestic seemed a little disproportionate to him.

"Diva or something like that? I'm not someone who should be called that. Yeah, no... Uh, yeah, are you going somewhere dressed like that?"

As Ella spoke, she racked her brain, trying to come up with a reason for calling out to the other person.

Why stop Garlas?

Ella herself didn't know the reason.

Really, I just opened my mouth subconsciously.

After hearing what Ella said, Garlas shrugged and spoke.

That action certainly didn't have the solemnity of a Templar.

"It's nothing serious. But you should understand, Miss Diva."

——After all, you are smart.

Garlas added softly, the expression on his face relaxing slightly.

Seeing that he was still like that, Ella couldn't help but sigh and couldn't help but retreat.

In reality, Ella and Garlas weren't particularly close.

The relationship between the two is just to the extent that they greet each other and chat when they meet. At most, they can only be called acquaintances.

However, in this large cathedral where there were almost no close friends, in a sense, he could be said to be someone who was quite close to Ella.

In short, no matter what, Ella found it difficult to express what she wanted to say.

Garlas is an unpredictable man, but what he says is impeccable.

During this period, the Templars were walking in the corridors of the Cathedral with their equipment in order, their purpose was very obvious.

In other words, we must go and defeat the Herald Cultists.

Oh, really? To defeat the Cult of Heraldry where Murphy is.

Ella narrowed her eyes, and a dark light flickered in her black pupils.

"——I see. Well, then, are we going to Crossmaria in a few days?"

The wind whistled, and Ella made a slightly cold sound.

Garlas shook his head wordlessly, swaying his shoulders.

Then, after looking around, he leaned in close to his face and said.

"No. This is a special order, so please don't spread it... The Cathedral is joining forces with the King of Elves."

That sentence left Ella dumbfounded.

Elf.

When we talk about elves, we should be referring to the residents living in the big forest.

But why would the Cathedral join forces with them?

However, Ella did not have the time to express this doubt.

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 10: Hospitality and Branding Iron

(Because I uploaded it last night using my phone, the author accidentally moved the content of Chapter 9 to the end of Volume 3. I just realized it and have moved it back now. I'm really sorry.)

It was probably the stream flowing out of the mountains that filled the surroundings with the scent of water.

I don't know what the elves call this place.

However, if expressed in human language, it could be called a palace.

The hanging garden is very majestic and beautiful everywhere, including that building.

I'm afraid their king, Fen, is there.

But, what a treat.

Did he really say that?

"...Tsk, this is really a really generous treat."

The words that Murphy couldn't help but mutter to herself were gone with the wind.

He, along with Madia and the others, were pointed at by a silver light.

Dozens of bows and spear tips were pointed in this direction.

Maybe it’s because it’s so close to the sky, but the glow of iron always seems particularly dim.

But, it's so strange, why didn't I notice it before? It's almost completely surrounded.

Murphy couldn't help but bite her cheek.

And Filia and Frodo also suddenly noticed the situation.

In order not to arouse unnecessary vigilance among the elves, Murphy blinked slightly.

The silver and black pupils in front of his eyes were filled with surprise.

It turns out that no one noticed.

Indeed, it was because of my own carelessness that we were now surrounded by elves. I shouldn't have come to such a stupid conclusion.

Normally, if there were so many people lurking around, they would have been noticed quickly.

If not only an ordinary person like me but also these talented people didn't notice it, then it is very likely that the elves used some unknown means.

As if blaming herself for not noticing, Murphy bit her lip unconsciously.

As a scout, he failed to notice the enemy right in front of him, which was a serious mistake.

Murphy's eyes moved rapidly, but he didn't find any opportunity to escape.

Now, even if it was a mouse, it would probably be stabbed to death if it tried to escape.

There was a silver gleam in the corner of his eyes, as if he had anticipated everything. Murphy tried desperately to soothe his violently beating heart.

"—So, this is a treat for the elves, and the monsters we encounter along the way are also a show."

"What will happen next? How about showing off?"

Trying to let the other person see her calmness as much as possible, Murphy spoke softly while looking into the eyes of the elf in front of her.

Although it was only for a moment, Murphy noticed the shaking of those eyes.

The eyes that seemed to be looking at something foreign were directed towards this side.

Well, this is the harvest, these elves do have feelings.

That's great, it shows they aren't some unspeakable monster.

Then, as if scolding the smiling Murphy, a voice came from the side of the palace.

"Don't resist in vain. You have been imprisoned and reported to Garcia in the human nation."

——Reinforcements will arrive one day.

The voice seemed to say this with some complacency.

Garcia...Empire, the moment Murphy heard this word, her eyelids trembled involuntarily.

I see. We chose the worst option. We didn't expect someone to propose joining forces with the elves, and even take action first.

Not good. Very bad.

This development was very unexpected, and Murphy did not expect it.

Therefore, he was a little confused about what to do in the future.