After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

Just as Murphy was thinking this, suddenly, he caught a glimpse of Valianna's eyes.

This is the first time Murphy and Valianna come face to face.

Naturally, he hadn't communicated with her properly.

So Murphy knew nothing about her.

However, even so, as long as he saw those eyes whose light had not yet been extinguished, he could understand.

This guy must have come here for some great purpose.

This guy must have come here, to the battlefield, to catch something.

Thinking of this, Murphy took out the only remaining dagger from his arms with his left hand.

He noticed Valianna gritting her teeth, trying to move her body, and the blood dripping from her lips.

Oh, I see. I see.

She wanted to live and thought death was stupid.

Even if she fails, she will never admit it.

Although the enemy's fingers were still stuck in her throat, the light did not disappear from her eyes.

Yes, I don’t understand her, and I won’t know her in the future.

What exactly did she fight for, and why did she betray us?

There's no way I'd know something like that.

However, it is extremely rude to think that you have known everything about the other person after such a brief encounter.

At the same time, on the battlefield, making your opponent suffer all the time is an even more despicable behavior.

So, kill her here, chop off her head here.

No matter what will Valianna had in mind to come here, no matter what her reason was for stepping into this battlefield.

I must kill her according to the etiquette of the battlefield and end her suffering completely.

So, with his left hand, Murphy slowly raised the dagger.

Strangely enough, it felt heavy.

Perhaps, this was the first time that the dagger felt heavy.

Holding the extremely heavy blade, Murphy stabbed Valianna from the neck along the cervical vertebrae.

In my hands, I felt a sensation like tearing fibers and removing bones.

The blood spurting out before my eyes was black.

Now Murphy doesn't even know what he is like.

He just felt that the fingers he had pierced into Valianna's neck were painful as if he had been bitten by her.

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——Valianna's eyes were not looking at me until the last moment when they lost their light. It seemed that she was looking at something else.

And at the moment when her body lost strength and became heavy, a feeling of guilt emerged from deep in Yu Meifei's heart.

I no longer know.

He didn't know what was happening with the female elf in front of him.

Whether during the journey of salvation or now, I have no idea about her way of survival and her will.

But, I still feel that.

Deep down in my heart, a voice whispers.

That was not someone else's voice, but his own, just as Frodo in the underground temple had said.

——If only, brave man, Aimee Castina were here.

In this way, the woman would not have died.

If that guy, if that hero was here, even if this woman became a traitor, there would be a way to save her.

Perhaps, with that powerful strength and that great magnanimity, if he extended a helping hand, he could even prevent this woman from betraying him.

However, all of these, in the end, are just predictions.

After all, this is impossible.

Despite this, deep down, I felt that it was the truth.

As expected, I am neither a brave man nor a hero.

There were footsteps behind me.

It must be Saint Madia who made the sound just now.

Oh, yes, this is the battlefield.

Well, there is no time to indulge in this boring sadness to comfort myself.

"...Thank you, Saint Lady. I thought I would die alone in the end, but it's true that I almost died."

Murphy took a deep breath and finally said this sentence.

However, the next moment, Frodo's emotional voice stung his ears.

"...Hey, so I'm the Saint. Are you confused? And what do you mean by dying alone in the end? What do you mean by almost dying?"

There seemed to be some magic in that voice.

At this moment, Murphy felt the annoying sweat crawling across her forehead.

Really? I see.

Indeed, now doesn't seem to be the time to indulge in sadness.

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"You are a complete idiot, you have no moral standards, you are worse than those fools everywhere in the world."

——If it were me, there wouldn’t be a next time.

Filia frowned and added.

It had been a long time since Murphy felt a chill running through her body as those silver pupils penetrated her body.

However, even if he looked away, those black pupils would still stare at him from a very close distance.

Within that, resides an emotion close to anger.

Both Filia and Frodo have unparalleled combat power on the battlefield.

Deep in Yu Meifei's heart, a feeling similar to fear emerged.

Is that a trace of my past self, or is it some other, different emotion that has arisen?

"Oh no, of course it helped a lot. Besides, I don't want to die, I just want to live."

"Is it true? It doesn't feel real at all. If it's true, as proof, please don't get lost again. Mr. Murphy will be in danger if you lose sight of him."

When I was a child?

And could it be that Frodo has eliminated from her mind the fact that this is a battlefield?

Murphy noticed that Frodo's pursuit of language was more intense than ever before.

Because Frodo's body was pressed against his arm and her eyes never left him.

In those black pupils, Murphy even sensed a strange danger.

Of course, on the battlefield, the time for such conversation is only a short period of time.

The Heraldic Knights were full of energy because they had always conserved their physical strength, and they also had experience in the battlefield.

There is a world of difference between this and the elven soldiers in their first battle.

Although the Knights of Heraldry were at an absolute disadvantage in terms of numbers, the soldiers led by Valianna lost their momentum after being attacked by the Knights of Heraldry because their general was killed.

So during this short period of time when the enemy's next troops are ready, there is still some leisure time.

But it won’t be like this next time.

Using Valiana's soldiers as bait, the Lagias main force, having completed its preparations, should be able to launch an assault soon.

Although the knights of the Heraldry Church are all elite, their numbers are far less than those of the elven soldiers, so they can never be the key to determining victory or defeat.

And to make matters worse, the enemy seemed to want to decide the outcome as quickly as possible.

Their offensive is intensifying, and they seem to have no intention of engaging in a protracted war.

I don’t know the reason.

"So, how long are you going to continue to be obsessed with weakness?"

After seeing Murphy lost in thought, Mattia suddenly spoke, her voice still as loud as ever.

Then, her lips pursed slightly, she continued.

"Time is running out. This is the critical moment. Should we retreat temporarily, believing that continuing the battle is pointless, or charge forward with the awareness of treading on thin ice? We must make a decision now."

As Mattia said, the judgment made in this buffer time may determine everything.

The outcome of this war may even determine the survival of the elves as a race.

Now it is time to decide whether to retreat or move forward.

Although Murphy always avoids making a decision, the choice will come sooner or later.

At this moment, that's it.

"So, what is the judgment of the Commander, Saint Lady?"

Frivolous words lingered on Murphy's lips.

In an instant, Madia's gaze became sharp.

That posture looked like he was questioning something.

Haha, that's too reserved.

Why do you always say things so harshly, leaving your heart feeling heavy and muddy? Wouldn't it be better to be a little more relaxed?

"...Murphy. What do you think? You're thinking of some weird ideas again, right?"

This sentence surprised Murphy.

He knew that Mattia hated him.

He had been very clear about this on his way to Gasalia.

——Then why ask for the opinions of people you hate?

Murphy tilted her head with this question in her mind.

"There's no deeper meaning, but you have a lot of experience. I just want to use your answer and experience as a basis for judgment. In this sense, at least, yes... I trust you, so--"

The end of this sentence was said very briefly, and the saint's eyes were still staring at Murphy without blinking.

Those eyes seemed to be infused with a strange power, something that could make people feel oppressed.

But trust.

This is such an honorable thing.

Until now, the word trust has been silly, with very little language or input.

And in the final analysis, I don’t know whether my words have any meaning.

In short, from Murphy's point of view, being trusted by others can even be regarded as the highest honor.

So, as if mocking his own thoughts, Murphy slowly moved his chin.

"Of course, we can only move forward. This is what we came here for. At least, that's how I feel."

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I want to talk to you about the character of Valianna.

Although I really wanted to integrate these contents into the plot, due to my lack of writing skills, and the fact that I thought it might be better if I didn't write it out loud, I finally decided to talk about it separately.