After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

It's really troublesome, even tricky.

Lagias's pupils shrank amidst the overlapping wrinkles caused by wrinkling.

In principle, the elves are not allowed to execute the children who are blessed by nature.

If you kill the Son of Nature, the forest will be filled with winds of disaster and poisonous rain will fall.

When Lagias was a child, he often heard such stories.

This legend has been passed down from generation to generation as an elf tradition.

What a stupid tradition.

This is what Lagias really thinks.

Of course, this custom could be suppressed given his status as a Finn.

But even so, he cannot choose such a method that will disregard public sentiment.

Lagias's pupils stared at his own wrinkled hands.

It’s a testament to the long years he’s had.

For Lagias, even though he was a long-lived elven, death was already nigh.

Well, at most, there are only a few decades left.

Because of this, in order to bring about change to Gasalia, which has become corrupt and festered due to stagnation, Lagias cannot waste his life on things that go against the people's feelings.

After all, no matter what, there is still the work of repainting this country waiting for him in the future.

The most important thing is to find a way to strike a balance between politics and emotions when governing.

This is something that Lagias, an elderly elf, knows very well.

While changing customs, we must also appear to respect them.

Only in this way can we plant the seeds of change among the people and bring vitality to the next change.

Well, it is precisely because of this that my niece must stop breathing on this battlefield today.

At that time, it was only necessary to use the princess's death on the battlefield to create a tragic atmosphere and portray Finn's grief at being unable to protect his beloved niece.

Just pretend to be depressed and express that you don't want to be her enemy, but there is no other way.

"Fen, the enemy's offensive on the flank has intensified. If this continues, there's a possibility that our defense will be breached."

Without knocking, the staff officer walked straight into the office.

This was undoubtedly an act of disrespect, but Lagiers did not think there was anything wrong with it.

"That's fine. We just need to think about how to buy time. More importantly, don't let up on the enemy's assault on the main gate. In short, don't let up on anything. Once we've defeated the enemy's main force, victory will be decided."

At the point in time when the enemy army was split in two, the strategy was already determined.

Treat the guarding troops on the side roads as abandoned pawns, concentrate your forces to attack the enemy's main force that has been dispersed, and defeat it.

This is the most reliable and least troublesome strategy.

The strategy of racing against time was actually decided from the very beginning.

That's right, since the outbreak of the civil war, Lagias has had no intention of delaying time.

Staying in the city and not leaving is a foolish strategy and should never be implemented.

We must behead the enemy leader as soon as possible to determine the winner.

"This war must be decided before those guys, the soldiers from the human nations, arrive. We absolutely cannot hesitate, or we'll just give up halfway."

Currently, Gasalia is undergoing a systemic change, and will formally begin establishing diplomatic relations with human countries in the future.

Under such circumstances, it is absolutely impossible to show the country in chaos due to civil war and in a difficult battle against the rebels.

Because it is impossible for such a weak country to establish equal diplomacy.

Therefore, on the contrary, we must let them see the image of a powerful country that is defeating the rebels with unstoppable force.

The same principle actually applies to ruling Gasalia.

This way, it would be possible to spread the word both internally and externally that the one sitting on the Throne of Fin and ruling Gazalia was a powerful ruler.

Therefore, this war was a touchstone battle for Lagias.

He will never allow himself to make mistakes, nor will he show mercy to the enemy.

Without any hesitation or concern, go straight to the heart of the enemy.

"How are the troops assembled at the city gate? Has the order to storm the enemy headquarters from behind been delivered?"

Hearing this, the staff officer nodded slightly and answered Lagias's question directly.

"The order has been issued, but there has been no response or feedback on the action. I suspect there may have been some obstacle or some action taken by the enemy."

"......Well."

Lagias propped up his head with one hand and fell into deep thought.

The original idea was to let the soldiers gathered in front of the city gate launch a decisive assault, or use them as auxiliary combat force.

But now they can't move, and can't even get in touch.

It can only be explained by an accident or obstruction by the enemy, otherwise it doesn't make sense at all.

I see. It seems the enemy isn't just blindly attacking, there are also people in their ranks who are constantly thinking.

"No, if I can't deliver the fatal blow, time will just pass in vain. Hmm... that's not good."

Although this side did have an overwhelming advantage in terms of military strength, this was a battle taking place on a narrow street, so it was actually not difficult to guess how brutal the confrontation would be.

Indeed, given that we have more troops here, we will eventually achieve final victory as long as time allows.

However, this battle is not just about achieving final victory.

This must be ended overwhelmingly and quickly.

And the longer it takes, the more likely it is that the enemies remaining in the side roads will break in.

After all, a strategy of giving up defensive advantages and actively attacking like this cannot be carried out forever.

Therefore, a force is urgently needed now.

There is an urgent need for a force that can harvest the remaining enemy forces and also knows how to boost the morale of our own soldiers.

While thinking, Lagias stroked his beard several times and spoke.

"Well, call that guy—Valliana over here."

Betrayal and Loyalty/The Saint on the Battlefield/The Shame and the Hero's Shadow

This chapter is a three-in-one chapter of 10,000 words. I wanted to do this a long time ago, but I always felt it was too extravagant so I didn't want to do it.

However, since the graduation thesis defense has ended today, I only need to slightly modify the content of the paper to completely complete the graduation thesis, so I have a little more time and a chance to splurge.

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Chapter 27 Betrayal and Loyalty

On the street in front of the palace, which had turned into a battlefield, a flash of black light flashed across.

After dealing with the gun tip attacking from below, Murphy took advantage of the situation to stretch out his arm and chop the opponent's head with the blade in his hand.

Blood foam instantly covered the entire field of vision, and blood dyed everything in front of him red.

It seems that the blood color of the elves is no different from that of humans, which is red.

He didn't realize it until now.

At this moment, tiny lacerations, scrapes, and bruises filled every corner of Murphy's hands.

His shoulders were shaking and his breathing was disordered.

This is very bad for him, at least, it is definitely not a good thing.

His mind understood the situation well.

While chopping off the opponent's head, the corner of his mind was calmly judging the direction of the war.

And these calm and clear thoughts kept speaking in his ears.

The ending of failure is now stretching out its hands and approaching.

In an instant, a chill rose from Murphy's heels, and from his limbs to his brain stem, he was dominated by paralyzing despair.

At present, on this front battlefield, at first glance, it seems that the two sides are evenly matched.

But Murphy knew that this situation would end sooner or later.

As long as we fail to attack, the enemy's morale will definitely increase gradually due to their superior military strength and great defensive victories.

Furthermore, if we are swallowed up by the enemy's momentum, we will be doomed.

But the bad thing is that there is not enough energy here to resist this momentum.

The only hope is that the rangers on the side are trying hard to disrupt the enemy's rhythm.

Then, besides this, there was another thing that Murphy had to pay attention to.

That is, his physical strength was beginning to run out.

While he was thinking, an elf holding a round shield appeared on his right.

To accomplish this surprise attack, the elves leaped forward on their legs.

You want to use the shield to deflect the sword's trajectory, so let's just go with the flow.

Then, the blade tore through the sky, and from directly above, Mephi crushed the elf's skull with the hilt of the sword.

Then, he looked up and suddenly found that the threat that had been approaching this side had stopped at this moment.

Perhaps because the casualties in the chaotic battle continued to mount, the enemy was preparing to regroup its forces and launch a concentrated assault.

But thanks to this, Murphy got a chance to breathe.

It has been a long time since I breathed normally like this, and my body seems to have returned to normal.

However, suddenly, his knees began to tremble as if in spasm, and his shoulders began to rise and fall continuously.

The thirst was so intense that it seemed strange.

So, in order to find enough air and water, Murphy couldn't help but open her mouth wide.

That's it. Is it because I've been making those big movements like an idiot, or is it simply because I lack perseverance?

Murphy didn't know the answer to this question, but he knew very well that he had used up most of the physical strength stored in this body.

No, I may not be able to hold on any longer.

When the next enemy unit begins to charge, will the body be hit because it cannot react in time?

Murphy knew that it would be difficult for her to maintain the same momentum as before.

He also knew very well that those who lost their momentum on the battlefield would only be greeted with the humiliation of failure and death.

Fortunately, the battlefield where he was located had not yet experienced any catastrophic events like being attacked from both sides.

So if we can have enough momentum to break down the enemy's forces now, the situation will be completely changed.

So, momentum, all we need is one more breath.

——How far can Valiana's troops go?

Speaking of which, Valiana, who infiltrated the enemy as Lagias's personal guard, undoubtedly had a huge presence.

As long as she can betray the opponent at the critical moment and cut off his momentum and fighting power, we can declare victory.

Of course, Murphy had also thought about whether this was too dependent on external forces.

Murphy's dry coughing lips twisted because of her own stupid thoughts, and her throat trembled as if mocking herself.

There is no doubt that we are over-dependent, but there is nothing we can do about it.

So he shook his head gently and shook off these thoughts.

At this moment, many figures appeared in front of him.

Ah, we haven't even caught our breath yet, and here come so many enemy troops.

It seems that although it is said that the troops were redeployed, it is more accurate to say that new troops were placed on the front line.