After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

——They are undoubtedly people who are not worth mentioning.

Even the wind seemed to be mocking her, and that voice rang in Murphy's ears again.

Yes, the Elf Princess continued her words.

It's quite good, absolutely wonderful, and it's all just utterly boring.

But what does it feel like? What is going on?

Murphy could feel that her heart was still buried in terror, and the memory of being almost crushed like a bug flashed through her mind.

That was not some altered memory, but an undoubted fact.

But, from deep within, something different emerged.

This was different from the anger that had once burned through his body, and different from the hatred that enveloped his entire body.

So, what kind of emotion is this?

I don’t understand, I don’t understand at all, however, there is only one thing that I completely understand.

That is, no matter where he goes, he is just a ditch rat.

So, Murphy's mouth opened naturally.

"—It's needless to say, Princess. No matter where I am or what I'm called, that won't change. Indeed, even with a glamorous exterior, I'm still a ditch rat. After the few things I've done in my life, I'm well aware of this reality."

Before she knew it, Murphy stood up from the bed.

The originally dark and cloudy view has cleared up, but the heart that was shrouded in fear is now beating wildly.

He opened his eyes wide, and into those slightly wavering green eyes, he unleashed words like a heavy blow.

"But I swear to one thing. My companions, and my enemies, are without a doubt, yes, without a doubt—heroes. I am sure of it, without a doubt."

Murphy knew very well that he had almost no confidence in this body.

Rather, how could he be confident?

How can a person who has a broken body that will lie on the ground wherever he goes, and a spirit that will sell off his dignity just to survive, have confidence?

So if there was anyone he could talk to, it was about them.

A master swordsman, a genius in magic, and an undisputed hero.

They are all Murphy's pride and the objects of his envy.

Anyway, this is a complex emotion that cannot be expressed in one sentence.

However, they were actually regarded as fools by others, and were regarded as people who were as insignificant as themselves.

If you are treated like this, it is impossible not to have emotions welling up in your heart.

"That's enough. Can you please stop using me as an excuse?"

Murphy said this to Eltis, who opened his mouth in shock.

The lips that were originally twisted by fear were back under his control.

Since the other party has said whatever they want, it's our turn now.

Murphy felt a sense of comfort climbing up from her heels.

It can even be said that he is in a very good mood now.

He knew why, because his current self was trampling over the fears of the past.

"Excuse? When did I ever use you as an excuse? How could this be possible?!"

Eltis's lips twitched.

His gaze was directed nowhere, and even his usual energy seemed to be lacking.

"Who's the one who wants to give up, Eltis? It's you, right? Isn't it you who gave up because of your own will?"

It turns out that this woman is also cunning.

When she was mocking him just now, a look of relief appeared on her face.

——Oh, thank God, this way I don’t have to take a step.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. This must be the case.

Murphy understood this feeling very well.

After all, the current Eltis has not yet settled down.

Since Murphy said she hadn't given up yet, she made some provocative remarks.

Then, tomorrow, maybe he'd tell Valianna it was just a joke and take it back.

Yes, there is no doubt about that.

Because at this moment, the proud expression on Eltis's face when he talked about the plan in detail was gone.

Her face flushed with shame and her eyes flickered with uneasiness.

See, I just can't answer.

During your journey of salvation, I have no idea where you lost your sanity, so I have no way of knowing.

But now, I know.

Eltis, Elf Princess, you are different from other heroes.

Candice Greyhite, Philia Reinhart, Aimee Kastina, and Vlado Volgograd.

You are not like them, a hero with outstanding abilities and spirit.

You're just a poor woman with super powers for nothing.

In short, this woman is very powerful, but she locked herself in this tower and refused to go out.

Murphy knew that she was the same as herself and must be very timid by nature.

"Princess, as I said, I will not listen to you, so you must listen to me. In other words, I will let you be swept into my turbulent current and unable to escape."

To prove this, Murphy said this while closing the distance and meeting the other person's eyes.

Eltis was speechless at this, and just shook her blue eyes in fear.

Ah, very good.

The same is true for this woman. She is not a hero who holds her emotions with both hands, but just a puppet manipulated by her emotions.

In this case, Altis, you are no longer an enemy.

Chapter 15 The Suffering of the Saint

Deep within Saint Matthias brain, a worry almost as severe as pain began to grow.

Moreover, she was sure that it was not something that could be cured by herself or by a doctor.

"...Ms. Filia. Please, could you please not act like you're going to run away in the night?"

Because the seeds that produce this pain were planted by the human beings before us.

She shook her silver hair and opened her mouth to speak before Madea sighed.

"Why? I am the only one who can strangle this neck at any time. So no matter how I think and act, everything is decided by me."

The silver light emitted from the pupils shone brightly in the night room.

What I just said was not a lie. What can be described more vividly than words is the smooth silver hair.

Each strand of silver hair is standing upside down, like a lion roaring at its prey.

"And I have the right to hang that fellow! And if you're telling me, I think I've been in this house long enough!"

For a moment, Mattia rolled her eyes helplessly.

In fact, this is not the first time this kind of question and answer has occurred.

No, it would be more troublesome to count them.

But even so, she couldn't take risks in such an occasion.

Therefore, Mattia had to use her tired lips to persuade Filia.

It's no lie that the elves of Gasalia and the Heralds Cultists formed an alliance long ago.

Heraldry believers respect the elves who have long lives and accumulated rich wisdom.

The elves, on the other hand, welcomed humans who treated them with respect, without prejudice or desire.

Most importantly, elves and humans have worked hand in hand in this regard, exploring the ancient times.

Of course, that was a long time ago.

After the Fen change, the elves have entered an era of cooperation with the Goddess Cult, and most of them no longer look back on the past.

Therefore, elves who are willing to interact with Heralds and still respect wisdom will be called elders even among the elves.

Today, Saint Matthias hiding place is one of these people's houses.

"We should bide our time. His life will be safe until Garcia's soldiers arrive. It's pointless to fight against a country called Gasalia without a plan."

"I see. I understand what you mean. But, that's the way the weak think."

Filia couldn't help but lean forward and swung the long sword at her waist.

Is the emotion in his pupils anger or arrogance?

Mattia thought and swallowed.

what is the problem?

She, Filia, has indeed always shown that she values ​​her own strength.

However, he never showed his arrogance, at least not when Murphy was around.

The pain in my head feels even more intense. It seems that the seed has not only sprouted, but has also probably messed up my brain?

This absurd thought flashed through Mattia's mind.

"Anyway, if there's anyone to worry about, isn't that magician more so than me?"

Having said this, Filia looked towards the passage leading to the main door.

Mattia's eyes looked in the same direction, and then she touched her forehead involuntarily.

Oh, it hurts, please ease it a little.

That, like Filia, is undoubtedly the seed of trouble.

Frodo Volgograd, she would not fly out by herself like Filia, but she would wait at the entrance, waiting for his return.

Because she had been waiting at the entrance and didn't even want to enter the room, she was undoubtedly exhausted and her spirit was probably almost exhausted.

In fact, she already had dark circles under her eyes.

I'm afraid he hasn't slept at all. He has been waiting like a loyal servant.

Mattia had also advised her not to do this again, telling her that she should get enough rest so that she could be in good condition when helping him.

However, this only made her speak rarely.

"But what if Murphy comes back as soon as I turn my back to the door?"

After saying this, she would face the door again, and the wisdom and intelligence she had seen before seemed to have disappeared somewhere.

The figure that had just been waiting for him was so strange that it was even frightening.

Filia, who could fly away at any time, and Frodo, who could fall down at any time.

These two people became a headache for Madia, colliding with each other in her mind and eventually causing pain.

"In any case, please wait a moment. Even elves are not monolithic. We are planning to dig out one of them. If we act rashly now, we will only end up strangling his neck."

It's the same old rhetoric.

Although this is how it has been going until now, Mattia no longer knows whether Filia will continue to obey.

She never imagined that things would develop to this point.

Although she knew Filia and Frodo, they both had some unusual intimacy with Murphy.

But I never thought that I would be in a situation like now, where I would be distracted if I lost him and could not leave his sight at all.