After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

——If you want to die, I’ll let you die.

The elf princess said this while stuffing something into Murphy's mouth.

Murphy's lips touched slender fingers, and his tongue touched something like a pill.

What is this? It tastes terrible. Such a disgusting smell.

The moment his tongue touched the pill, Murphy couldn't help but frown.

The taste not only numbed his tongue, but also left a sticky feeling on it.

"Painkillers, they'll make you feel a little better. Be good."

Then, after feeding the pills, Eltis stood up from the bed and slowly left.

Murphy's mind was filled with confusion and chaos, and his thoughts began to be buried.

How is this going?

painkiller?

Ah, indeed, starting from the tongue, the whole body seems to slowly become numb. It seems that the pain will disappear unnoticed.

But why?

Come to think of it, how many times have I asked this question today?

Murphy really couldn't understand the current situation.

He couldn't understand why the elf princess was worried about him, and he could also assert that a real princess would not have such a personality.

Because he knew that the princess didn't care about human affairs at all.

Especially ordinary people like myself, even if they enter her field of vision, they will only be regarded as insects.

No one will help an injured bug.

So, facing the back of the person who was about to leave, Murphy spoke as if asking a question.

"Wait a minute, my mind is full of confusion. Why are you here? Where is this place? It's not the abyss of hell."

In fact, in addition to these, Murphy has many other questions, but these must be asked.

Because now he not only doesn't know where he is, but also can't understand his current situation.

Eltis's voice, with a hint of dissatisfaction but also as if he had let things go, rang out.

"This is Gasalia's special cell. It doesn't have a name. But—the Tower, that's what everyone calls it. And there's only one reason I'm here, isn't it?"

This is a self-deprecating statement.

To her, the elf princess, these words were really inappropriate.

"I, like you, am imprisoned in this tower—please take care of me, fellow inmate."

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It was only after spending some time in the prison known as "The Tower" that Murphy noticed.

——Calling this place a prison is really too unreasonable.

The bed and even every piece of furniture are very exquisite.

That's not something a civilian could afford to use, let alone keep in a prison cell.

The same goes for three meals a day. Not to mention the food provided by Eltis, even the food given to Murphy is quite thoughtful.

The cell itself is also very spacious, and is even divided into a bedroom, a living room, a separate bathroom, and some other small rooms.

In addition, for some reason, every time Murphy left and returned to the bedroom, the bed was immediately made.

I'm afraid that without his sight, the affairs in other rooms have also been prepared.

Sometimes, he couldn't see Eltis either.

The guards were always polite to Eltis, and she took it for granted.

Sure enough, it was very strange.

Although she said she was a cellmate, was that true?

Doubt swirled in Murphy's mind.

First of all, judging from her figure and voice, she was undoubtedly the Elf Princess of Eltis that he knew.

Although the difference in their actions and personalities is far less than that of Filia and Candice in the past, let's put this aside for now.

So why was the princess imprisoned in a cell?

Why was he imprisoned with that princess? He was just an ordinary human being who had been captured.

But even if Murphy chose to ask Eltis, it would be like throwing sand into the wind.

Apart from the initial question, which was answered, all his other questions were cleverly avoided.

"It's no big deal. Doubts and anxieties will only gradually consume your soul. It's best not to think about anything."

This was the only answer Murphy could get. It wasn't so much that Eltis was hiding something, but rather that she didn't want to say anything.

——At least wait until your body recovers.

If Murphy dared to ask again, she would immediately dismiss him with this sentence.

"Well, let's chat today. This place is really boring. Hey, let's start with the story of how you were almost killed by a monster."

So most of their topics are boring things like this.

Although Eltis dislikes humans, she seems to be very interested in the world she doesn't know.

Her eyes always sparkled like a cat's, and she always sat on the bed.

So, as usual, Murphy sighed and began to tell the story.

Eltis began to feed him medicine with his usual gestures, and then bandaged him.

The wound was a little painful, but perhaps because of the painkillers she had just taken, Murphy felt that the pain seemed to have eased a little.

For Altis, these actions of helping Murphy were more of a way to kill time than a way of enjoying doing things himself.

After all, in this prison, she just lay on the chair and read a book, or talked to Murphy, as if this was the only thing she could do.

Sometimes, she would sit in silence, as if looking at something.

Murphy could only guess that it might be some kind of elf ritual.

Then, as usual, she was always wearing men's clothes.

of course.

Murphy was definitely a man, and in a prison cell, nothing could make people feel more threatened than having men and women living together.

but.

Although she has a unique beauty in the world, the other party is Eltis after all, so Murphy will never take action.

On the contrary, perhaps it is because the fear of traveling in the past still turns into thorns and remains in my heart, leaving irreparable scars on my spirit.

As long as Murphy dared to think about that kind of thing, a feeling similar to disgust would emerge from the deepest part of his heart.

Even though it was a bit rude to Eltis now, he still sometimes suspected that the other party would suddenly change his temper and beat him up.

However, apart from this worry and the fact that his wounds had not completely healed, he was now living a peaceful life that he had never experienced before.

There are meals every day and the best bedding in the room.

You won't be beaten or trampled upon by anyone.

For Murphy, this kind of life is like a life in heaven.

Of course, he knew it too.

I can't have that kind of life forever.

——Boom, boom.

The small knock on the door easily broke the silence.

"Your Highness, I am sorry for the inconvenience."

The voice sounds familiar.

At some time and place, Murphy had indeed heard this voice.

"On Fen's orders, I'm here to check on Her Royal Highness."

Judging from the sound and color, she is a woman.

Then, from that sentence, you can feel the honest heart.

The owner of the voice came to the bed and knelt down.

"Is there anything inconvenient in your life? I'm sorry, it's all because of my lack of strength that I've caused such inconvenience to Your Highness..."

Then, she continued talking.

Murphy repeated words that she could not quite understand, one after another.

He just lay in bed, listening to the words.

It wasn't until halfway through that he suddenly discovered it.

Ah, that’s it.

This person must have confused himself with Eltis.

In an instant, Murphy felt cold sweat running down his forehead.

Chapter 12: Letting go and being a punching bag

A country like this would be better off withering away.

Once a day, Eltis would stand at the tower's only window, overlooking the Hanging Gardens of Gasalia.

His eyes were filled with curses, his heart was filled with hatred, and he was gnashing his teeth.

I can't do anything about it.

Therefore, everyone understood that they would be imprisoned in this tower for the rest of their lives and would rot away.

It would be nice if I could just die. Ending my life early would be a good life.

But Altis understood.

The only way to make the person who imprisoned you suffer the most is to survive.

So I have to keep living today, spending every day giving up everything, embracing myself and my spirit that will eventually collapse, and having nothing.

Even if the new adventurer named Murphy was thrown into prison, the situation would definitely not change.

Treating his injuries is just a kind of comfort.

It doesn't matter whether humans are dead or alive, but if they die right in front of you, it's hard to find a place to abandon their bodies.

In fact, it was now obvious why that guy had thrown him into this prison.

He is a Herald Cultist, so he is undoubtedly an enemy to Gasalia, who has now joined forces with the Cathedral.

Considering that he was imprisoned in the tower, he must be a very important figure in the Heraldry Cult.

But from the outside, it doesn't seem possible.

In this way, the guy's purpose can be seen at a glance.

If he dies here, the blame will be put on me.

On the contrary, let him survive.

So that's how it is, men and women, probably hope to use his hands to defile my body.

It seems that the palace is also quite anxious.

That's right. After all, if I don't go crazy in the tower, they can't take tough measures.

Eltis couldn't help but narrow his eyes.

She had lived in this tower for a long time, living every day without any entertainment or change.

Even so, her spirit did not collapse immediately.