After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

The voice came from an elf who walked out from the interior of the palace, his body wrapped in slightly advanced armor.

She was probably the captain, or perhaps the commander of the elves surrounding her.

That confident face is proof of that.

At the same time, that was exactly the expression Murphy hated the most.

However, he really couldn't take action in this situation.

Because if he took a step forward, the other party would cut his body in half with the silver weapon.

Even if we resist, I'm afraid we won't be able to cause any substantial harm to the other party.

If Murphy really dared to fight these energetic enemies, they would at most lose some brothers and sisters, but he would definitely die.

Really, it’s over, I have to start walking on the tightrope again.

Alas, why can't everything go smoothly like the music played by musical instruments?

Murphy sighed in her heart and clenched her teeth.

Then, in order to avoid being noticed by the elves, he made a subtle gesture behind his back.

"Then, the Elf King... Finn Lagias will entertain us, is that what he said? Could it be that the Elf King is someone who would break his oath?"

It was quiet all around, and Murphy felt cold sweat licking her spine.

He tried desperately to suppress his breathing, which was becoming rapid, and to control his heart, which was so nervous that it was about to jump out of his body.

No, just getting caught won't do here.

To be honest, there is no definite evidence in their words.

It is also possible that Garcia is a big country, so the elves heard the word Garcia somewhere.

However, if they really join forces with Garcia, that would be the worst possible scenario.

Being caught here means the end of everything.

In that case, we'll have to delay a bit.

Opportunities must be found to take time away from them.

Are there any? Are there any more? Words that can make them collapse.

"Shut up! Our Finn is a great man and will not swear an oath with you humans."

Pulling out the dark green sword that reflected the color of the trees from his waist, the elf, the captain, shouted excitedly.

With this momentum, the glow and hostility emanating from the surrounding gun tips seemed to become even stronger.

However, Murphy breathed a sigh of relief in her heart.

Because the other person is the type who will listen to others, he can buy time.

Then, the lips opened.

"Really... I see. Perfect. That's right, I'd like you to give a message to the great Finn. Could you listen to it for a moment?"

This sentence was not whispered like before, but Murphy said it in a slightly mysterious voice.

I heard that elves generally have a strong sense of pride deep down in their hearts.

So, they probably wouldn't approve of not listening to the other party and simply using force to abuse them.

As for the elf princess that Murphy knew.

Murphy always felt that she was a very big exception.

If you want to regard that woman as a representative of the elves, then that is impossible.

Because that woman seemed to have lost her mind.

Murphy slowly, slowly weaves language.

No matter if it's one second or a few seconds, he wants to delay as much as possible.

Oh please, I hope I can catch up in time.

Murphy couldn't help but pray in her heart, but the elf, as the captain, snorted and said.

"Well, it's okay. Finn's kindness is pouring down like rain. But...his sneaky little tricks are really surprising."

As that sentence fell.

——whoosh——whoosh!

Two sounds of splitting the wind hit Murphy's ears.

These two are the sounds of arrows being shot.

He had anticipated that the end of the trajectory would be Frodo, who was hiding behind him and secretly manipulating magic.

Sure enough, I should have expected this to happen.

No...this kind of thing should be taken for granted.

Since when did I become so great that I dare to look down on my enemies?

It was almost a conditioned reflex of the body. The moment the silver light passed the edge of his vision, Murphy leaned forward with his arms and body.

He had no time to consider whether he could catch up, he just had to move.

Then, came the impact that almost nailed his left hand to the ground.

The arm is about to be torn off.

This was roaring deep in Murphy's heart.

Then, without interruption, the right shoulder also swallowed the iron block.

Flesh and blood burst, and the body flew apart.

Murphy's vision shook violently.

The green forest and the blue sky were mixed with his blood.

After several shocks, when the shaking subsided and his eyes recovered to the point where he could see normal images, he realized that he was lying on the ground.

He had lost all feeling in his left hand.

No, it’s more accurate to say that the “object” of the left hand is barely connecting to the body.

Because countless fibers and muscles were torn apart by the impact, his body functions were almost paralyzed, and he could not even feel the pain now.

All he could actually feel was the sensation of a foreign object entering his body.

That was the arrow that pierced through his left hand, piercing as if it was going to corrode his arm.

Then, Murphy's right shoulder swallowed the iron into his body, and the arrowhead pierced into his body and hid.

His blood broke through the shackles of his body and flew out with terrifying momentum.

"Murphy—hiss?!"

Murphy heard Frodo's voice.

If Frodo could use magic, then at least she could ensure they had a means of escape.

Then, in the next moment, Murphy saw his whole body covered by white clouds.

No, that's actually fog.

So that's how it is. Is it using the water vapor escaping from the surrounding area?

In this way, we can get away with it to some extent.

If everything goes well, everyone, including Filia and Mattia, may escape.

——Ah, of course, with this kind of injury, I’m afraid there’s nothing I can do.

I can no longer lift my left arm.

Even if his left arm was forcibly suspended, he seemed unable to move normally.

His sense of balance had not yet returned, and blood was gushing out of the wound.

Why did it turn out like this? I had never thought of such a thing. I didn't expect that the elf captain's eyesight was so sharp.

Sure enough, what I wanted to do was not so easy to succeed.

Ah, I’m going to die, right?

Even if you survive, if you are caught by the elves, that's the end of it.

——How unbelievable! Before, it didn’t matter when I died. I always thought so.

But why?

Questions arose in Murphy's mind.

Finally, in his vision shrouded in white mist, something seemed to pass by the edge.

Chapter 11 The Princess in the Cage

"I knew you wouldn't listen. God is such a fool that he would choose to make humans."

——I hate it so much.

He added another sentence like this, and the words rang in Murphy's ears.

It was like a sound that tickled my ears.

The moment Murphy tried to respond to the sound and move his body, a pain as if his body was being torn apart spread throughout his body, starting from his shoulders and hands.

The wound felt like heated salt was being forced into it.

He whimpered reflexively, his eyes opening at the pain.

What was reflected in his field of vision was probably the ceiling of a certain place, with neatly arranged stone bricks lined up in a row.

Only then did he realize that he was lying down.

Here, where?

Murphy's memory was a little fuzzy, but after a moment, he understood what had happened before.

In front of the palace, he was surrounded by elven soldiers, and his body must have been hit by arrows.

I thought he would be beheaded on the spot, but he is still alive.

In other words, is this place used as a prison?

Then, since I am safe now, even if Filia, Frodo and Madia are caught because they failed to escape, they should be safe too... right?

Because he was conscious again, when his lungs began to breathe in air again, Murphy felt a pain in his hands and shoulders as if they were broken.

"Hey, wake up. Can you take your own medicine? Since we're cellmates, you should try to lighten my burden a bit, right?"

In front of Murphy's still blurry vision, a vague outline emerged.

A neat, doll-like face.

Elf Princess, Destroyer, Madman.

Its name is, Eltis.

Murphy's face suddenly lost its vitality and became timid.

Why is this guy here?

No, after all, I don’t even know where this is. Isn’t that too weird?

Murphy couldn't understand the situation at all, with the elf princess so close to her.

"...What's going on? I'm only one step away from going underground to greet the little devils of Hell."

Murphy lay on the bed, her lips trembling as she spoke.

Come to think of it, he only just noticed that the bed he was lying on seemed to be a very expensive and high-end item.

The completely imperceptible hardness on his back even gave him the illusion that his skin had become quite high-end.

How could there be such a thing in prison?

Just as Murphy was lost in his own doubts, he suddenly heard a loud sigh.

"Don't worry, you won't be killed immediately. You'll be beheaded miserably in a human country and displayed to the public."