After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

"Attack!"

The roar that seemed to cut through the sky came from the depths of the battlefield, and it resounded just as the sword shone in the sky.

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Chapter 28 The Saint on the Battlefield

"No, things aren't going well. If we don't join the war, we're going to lose it."

Filia's long sword drew a flash of light and ruthlessly cut through the elf's abdomen.

Blood splattered everywhere and flowed on the street.

Wiping the blood off her cheek, Filia's gaze shifted from the dead enemy soldier to Madia.

Madia, the commander who summoned the Knights of Heraldry.

"...But, we are only guest generals after all, and we cannot disrupt military discipline. Besides, can you know the battle situation from the rearguard?"

Mattia's troops were deployed only on the rear flank away from the front line.

Even the helpers, the Heraldry Cultists who once worked together, could not gain the trust of the elves.

These human groups cannot be placed on important fronts or around Eltis.

Therefore, placing them on the wing at fullback is the final conclusion.

From this position, the view of the front line will be blocked by the soldiers and cannot be fully understood.

Faced with Mattia's question, Filia seemed a little surprised, so she shrugged her shoulders and explained.

"Of course I know. Look at the movement of the flags. They've all fallen over here. This shows that the front line is no longer functioning properly. Moreover, the enemy soldiers have already run here. Isn't this the best proof?"

Indeed, after hearing this, Mattia couldn't help but nodded.

The enemy soldiers had infiltrated the positions of the Madias, who were considered the last vestiges of the enemy, which was already abnormal.

Although they were only a small number of soldiers who broke out frantically, it was not easy to escape from the front line on such a narrow road.

Inadvertently, Mattia's expression drooped.

So, how do we judge?

The wars that Madia had experienced so far were almost like small-scale battles.

So she had no experience in commanding large-scale operations, only knowledge on paper.

Honestly, Mattia didn't think her command was effective in the attack and defense of Crossmaria.

On the contrary, many knights fell under his command.

After all, if you can command properly, you can gain the advantage without causing any losses.

Therefore, Mattia began to worry.

Is it really okay to let the soldiers charge here without any scruples?

In any case, the question left her very confused.

"Excuse me, I'm going to leave. If you want to stop me, just attack me from behind."

As if to surpass the troubled Madia and Filia, Frodo took a step forward.

The lightly draped black robe swayed behind him, and his black eyes sparkled.

Behind her, magic flowed.

With her current willpower, she could always display her true strength on the battlefield.

But in this war, Frodo has not yet exerted her full strength.

After all, such an opportunity would not exist in such a large rear area.

However, considering her personality, it is really strange that she would take the initiative to go to the front line.

That's right, when she realized this, the nasty premonition that had been wriggling in Mattia's brain came to her senses.

"Absolutely. That guy must be on the front lines, wielding the sword I buried with my own hands."

In response to Frodo's voice, Filia added unhappily, "That's obviously my sword."

Is that really the case? Mattia couldn't help but cover her mouth with her hands.

Whether it was Frodo or Filia, the reason why they showed such extraordinary action ability was mostly because of things related to him.

I have learned enough in the past few days.

As for who the guy Frodo was referring to, there was no need to ask anymore.

His assistant, the rough and brave man, Murphy.

Although she didn't know why, it seemed that Frodo had somehow found out where he was.

Well, of course I'll go.

"What about you?"

Filia's brief question reached Mattia's ears.

What do you mean?

However, before Madia could finish her words, Filia's next words made her realize the meaning of that sentence.

"We're going whether you want to go or not. If you want to come, you'll have to follow closely. I'll make a way for you."

Filia said this in a light tone.

His silver eyes sparkled with joy for some reason.

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To be honest, Mattia didn't handle Murphy's existence well in her relationship.

He was the benefactor who saved his life from the blade, and also the enemy who kept him in this world.

And such incredible existence always makes people emotionally shaken.

I know very well that I should act rationally and with calculation.

But once Murphy was involved, the emotions seemed to have a will and began to come alive on their own.

In fact, it would be foolish to mobilize troops just for him.

But in the end, Mattia still rushed to the front line with the troops.

No, that's not right.

This is for them.

This was a plan to prevent Feliya and Frodo, the valuable fighting forces of the Heraldry Church, from being isolated.

Yes, that’s just the calculation.

It is definitely not because of Murphy's existence that I am moved.

Madia kicked the ground hard and narrowed her eyes.

——A sentimental servant can never become a saint. Because a saint is a servant who honors God.

When was the first time you were told something like that?

Mattia could no longer remember when it happened or who said it.

But until now, she has been living with this sentence as her shackles.

As a result, after being put in shackles, she gained trust as a saint and even received support that was almost religious.

Therefore, one cannot be shaken by emotions.

To act based on emotion is to deny who you have been up to that point.

In other words, give up what you have.

This alone is absolutely not enough.

And, Mattia thought.

Murphy was just an assistant and guest, he was not a herald.

So showing some kind of affection for him is a strange thing in itself.

Therefore, this action was only part of the plan and was not the product of emotional fluctuations.

From now on, I will never show any signs of wavering.

So, Mattia made up her mind, mobilized soldiers, and went to the front line together.

Then, just as Frodo said, Mephi was indeed there.

Just when the enemy was about to take his life.

Madia's pupils dilated to their maximum, and her body moved unconsciously.

There is no doubt that this is something that Mattia never wants to talk about again in her life.

definitely.

Because, the moment Mattia saw that scene, her determination disappeared, and there were no more shackles of rationality in her mind, and no more thoughts of calculation.

What's even more shameful is that these words were spoken faster than anyone else.

It was faster than the sword that Filia swung, shining red, and faster than the magic power that covered Frodo's entire body.

Madia announced to the archers who were slightly prepared.

Then, a huge sound of tearing the sky apart resounded throughout the surroundings.

"—Attack! Rescue our compatriots, Murphy! Even at the cost of our lives!"

Yes, the saint's voice spread throughout the battlefield.

The Murphy that his words refer to is neither a collaborator nor a guest, but a compatriot.

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Chapter 29: Shame and the Shadow of a Hero

The Saint's voice exaggeratedly shook the battlefield at that moment.

The silver light that was about to smash the skull suddenly trembled violently.

the first time.

For the first time, this woman, Valiana's actions, created a gap.

That was just a brief respite.

The sword in his hand was bounced away, and there was no weapon in this hand, but it was enough.

enough!

A moment on the battlefield is worth more than gold.

It was a brutal, nerve-wracking move with bare hands.

Murphy twisted his body, swung his shoulders, and used all his strength to force his right arm, which was no longer able to exert force, to hit Valianna's throat.

In an instant, his sharp ears caught the sound, which was a very unpleasant sound.

This is no longer the purpose of the arm, it is only used as a prop and weapon.

With a "click" sound.

There was an unpleasant sensation of bone digging into flesh in front of the nails, and a very unpleasant sound.

At the same time, a heat that seemed to be about to break his fingers entered his brain through Murphy's right hand.

In front of her sight, Murphy saw her fingers broken, bones and nails piercing Valianna's throat.

My right hand felt twisted, and it was more than just painful.

This is terrible. This is not a good trick. It's like rats fighting in the sewer.

Like a whimper, Valiana spat out blood from her mouth and a sound came from her throat.

The esophagus must have been injured. I'm afraid that just breathing will cause severe pain.

Ah, I'm saved. I can relax a little now.