After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

In order to make Gasalia the center stage, he used his hands to create this tragicomedy called the battlefield.

They moved forward.

Unstoppable!

Among those soldiers, some harbored rebellious intentions against the rule of Finn Lagias, the new lord of Gazalia.

Some people placed their loyalty to the elven princess Eltis at the core of their being, tightly gripping their spears.

The elves, along with their own soldiers, gathered into a river and rushed towards the throne of the lord.

Although the water flow was so violent, it unexpectedly maintained a certain direction and rushed forward.

It's been so long, this era of peace that it's almost maddening.

This ideal town that has never been involved in war, these happy days of not wanting to change and enjoying the status quo, will all become a thing of the past at this moment.

This peace that has lasted for so long will completely collapse today.

In the face of this collapse, the Hanging Garden of Gasalia, along with its owner, still maintained that eerie silence.

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"Lagias has assembled his forces around the palace and in front of the city gates? Hmm... I see. It seems they've made their final preparations before taking the stage."

After listening to Eltis's report, Murphy bit the corner of his mouth unconsciously, but still nodded heavily to show his understanding.

It seems that Lagias's deployment of troops is no different from what we originally envisioned.

In this way, the intentions of Lagias, that is, the enemy, have become very clear.

There is no doubt that it is a tactic of attacking from both sides.

First of all, in order to block the possibility of our soldiers escaping easily from there after failure, we concentrated our forces in front of the city gate in advance.

At the same time, if we choose to attack the palace directly, he can let the troops at the city gate behind us charge towards this side, forming a pincer attack.

Because Finn's palace is located at the southernmost tip of Gasalia, and the city gate is located at the northernmost tip of Gasalia.

This is a battle plan that is like a big mouth, using its upper and lower rows of teeth to chew the enemy into pieces.

The enemy is most likely planning something like this.

It’s easy to guess the whole picture, but it’s obvious that with the current shortage of manpower, it’s also difficult to find a way to deal with it.

Therefore, if everything goes as planned, there will be no chance of victory.

After all, the soldiers we have are just a group of poorly trained elves.

If we are attacked from both sides by the enemy, there will be no need to fight at all, and the final outcome will be determined.

Because of this, how to effectively harass the enemy's positions becomes particularly important in this war.

Using your own strengths to overcome the enemy's weaknesses is such a basic principle that you don't need anyone to teach you.

Then, the opponent's advantages are terrain and numbers.

And most importantly, the right time.

Because as long as the other party can buy a little time, the troops from the Garcia Empire will appear sooner or later and become a help to the other party.

There is no doubt that it will be the key factor in determining the victory or defeat of this war.

Therefore, we must win this war and cut off Lagias's head before Garcia's troops arrive.

There are indeed many situations that are favorable to the enemy.

In contrast, what are our advantages?

Since the enemy has a huge numerical advantage, we can actually send out scouts who are not easily discovered to predict their movements to some extent.

There was also the person named Valiana, who had been sent deep into the enemy's territory as a palace guard and placed beside Lagias.

Of course, if she was also seen through by Lagias, then the situation would become very serious.

So, please, Valiana.

Please try your best to disrupt the enemy's hinterland before being discovered.

Then, all the necessary preparations have been made.

However, there is still one thing that is not clear.

That is, why did I end up playing the role of captain without realizing it?

It is obvious that this body is most suitable to be sent to the front-line infantry camp.

This task, which was extremely unfamiliar to Murphy, kept whirring in his mind.

His stomach began to shake unconsciously.

The emotion that overflowed from his heart could be called fear, almost rising to his throat.

"The elf celebrities told me that they wouldn't lose even if they were to clash head-on."

Perhaps unable to bear seeing Murphy lost in thought, Altis, who was standing next to him, blinked his green eyes and muttered softly.

When Murphy heard this, he stopped thinking, shrugged his shoulders and responded.

"Everyone wants to show off in front of their lord. Therefore, you'd better take all the good words you hear with a pinch of salt. If you dare to believe them completely, you will definitely lose."

Peace is the most deadly poison that can corrode soldiers, especially the elves' peace that has lasted for hundreds of years.

There is no doubt that their training level will drop off drastically, even if they have been carrying out the indispensable training.

Of course, by the same token, the enemy soldiers must be the same.

However, the celebrities, that is, the so-called sons of the nobility, should not have any unnecessary illusions about their strength.

The so-called battlefield is not some familiar neighboring place.

On the contrary, it is already a world that can be called crazy.

When standing there for the first time, everyone will undoubtedly be lost in this world.

What should I do? What on earth just happened?

Many people died confused and unwillingly before they could figure out these things.

Likewise, this is also a place where insects have the opportunity to leap into dragons, and dragons may fall from the clouds and become insects.

Having skills in normal times is almost completely unavailable here.

The battlefield is such a special place.

As Murphy said these words, Altis stared at his face from below and asked.

"You speak as if you are very familiar with it. Could it be that you have been on the battlefield many times?"

The reason why this question came to Eltis's mouth was not so much because she had doubts in her heart, but rather because she was driven by curiosity.

Murphy couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, wet the corners of his mouth lightly, and answered.

"...Maybe. After all, the so-called battlefield will come from the other side whether you like it or not."

——Especially, for a commoner like myself.

Then Murphy added something like this.

Hearing what he said, Eltis suddenly became excited for some reason and raised the corners of his mouth.

"Whether you like it or not? I see. Well, I should say congratulations to you this time, isn't that right?"

What kind of stupid shit are you talking about?

Before Murphy could blurt out these words, Altis's green eyes had already caught his eye.

The amazing thing is that the distance between the two sides is getting closer and closer.

On Eltis's face, which remained unchanged, only those emerald green eyes undoubtedly shone with joy.

"——Congratulations. Because this time, you are the one who brought the battlefield. The owner of the battlefield is neither me nor Lagias. It's you, Murphy."

This is indeed an unpleasant blessing.

But, is that so? I see.

Murphy, after hearing what Altis said, finally understood.

Why should I rack my brains to think about the things on the battlefield?

Why should I think about playing the role of captain well even if my body is torn apart?

That’s because this is the battlefield that he created and threw himself into.

It is a battlefield awakened for one's own interests, destroying the peace of the land of Gasalia.

A cold touch began to creep up Murphy's back.

Then he let out a deep breath.

It was like a very deep sigh drawn out from the deepest part of his gut.

"Thank you... Haha, is that an okay answer, Princess? Seriously, where did you learn all that sarcasm?"

"Hmm? If there's one person who would teach me these strange things here, there's probably only one."

Looking at the green eyes blinking in front of him, Murphy sighed deeply again.

I am really impressed by this clever mouth.

Is this a habit unique to the royal family?

Murphy shook her head, put aside these useless thoughts, and turned her eyes away from Eltis.

Then, through the tower window, the scenery of Gasalia, which was slightly different from before, came into his sight.

At first glance, it seems very quiet.

But he felt that the air was filled with a tense and strange chill.

In order to save the princess who is the lord, and also to destroy the long-lasting peace in Gasalia.

The battlefield will come here.

"Princess. For the time being, the matters I have entrusted you with, including the details, should be fine, right?"

"Well, I told you, don't you trust me? Ah, but there's still one question - what are you going to do with all that wine?"

Turning around, Murphy relaxed her cheeks as she faced Eltis, who tilted her head with an incredulous expression and asked a question.

"Nothing, I just wanted to entertain that old friend who loves wine. Yes, I know that guy well. We met when we were traveling before."

Chapter 25: The Gazalian Civil War

This is the real battlefield.

The ground was stained with blood and pieces of flesh were flying everywhere.

The soldiers' shouts and cries echoed all around, and rationality disappeared.

The tip of the spear pierced his waist and the arrow went through his head.

Battlefield, there is no doubt that this is the battlefield.

Whether human or elf, as long as they are on the battlefield, there is no difference.

The color disappeared from his eyes, leaving only the urge to slaughter the enemy before him.

This place has turned into hell.

Yes, it is that beautiful hell.

Every person on this battlefield, with just one small step, will paint the earth with the colors of hell.

A little further away from the center of the fiercest attack, Eldis sat on his horse, gazing at the scene.

She couldn't help but make a swallowing sound in her throat.

At this moment, several more elves lost their lives.

The soldiers who lost their lives were soon killed by the light of other weapons.

Death begets death, and the blade spares no life.

With strange shouts and cries, the soldiers charged forward again.

This is the product of my own creation.