After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

But why? Why is the monster so excited?

To the captain and the soldiers watching the monster from the city gate, it was a very strange performance.

Encountering monsters in the forest is actually nothing new.

At most, they would only intimidate and rarely launch such a fierce attack.

And now, this monster seemed to be pulled by something, pointing straight at the city gate.

The sergeant felt the scent filling his nose and snorted softly.

Did someone carelessly spill the wine?

In short, the wine tasted too strong.

—Garra! Gahhhhhh!

In this way, the monkey's cry continued over and over, shaking the surrounding trees and lives, and crushing the earth.

However, the soldiers responded quickly.

After all, this was a fierce battle, and everyone had arrows in their hands in preparation for the next command.

The only person who was sweating disgustingly was the sergeant.

The sound nowadays is different from that before!

It wasn't a threatening voice like before, one that was meant to scare people away.

Yes, come to think of it, the roar that echoed all around was like... like it was making a sound to convey something.

It was just a hunch, just an intuition that came to my mind.

However, the sergeant felt that this was the truth.

Little by little, the faces of the elven soldiers began to turn blue.

From the first person who noticed the scene, one after another, everyone's eyes were filled with astonishment and despair.

The scene they witnessed took place in that big forest.

As if attracted by the giant ape's cry, ape-like monsters began to gather in front of the city gate.

Everyone witnessed all of this.

The obvious hesitation was licking at the soldiers' hearts.

And in that moment of shock and shock, a giant ape, with Gasalia as its target, started running.

As the speed gradually increased, the huge body began to sway, and it pounded the ground violently with its fists and jumped out.

Then, a huge body flew in the air.

What was reflected in those ominous eyes was no longer the solid city gate, but the weak streets.

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I hope you can make it rain torrential rain, at least to deceive the enemy's vanguard and make them retreat.

Frodo kept going over Murphy's words in her mind, thinking it was complete nonsense.

I noticed a long time ago that Murphy must think that magic is a convenient tool that makes everything possible.

But the fact is just the opposite.

The so-called magic is nothing more than using human magic power to rewrite a small part of the world's structure.

For example, you can create flames where there is nothing.

However, if you just need to light a fire, you can do that by buying a flint.

In other words, magic is convenient, but it is far from being omnipotent.

Frodo knew it very well, even to the point of disgust.

Because of this, she had tasted countless sufferings and seen the backs of people whom she, as a mortal, could not touch.

Originally, artificially making it rain, and torrential rain at that, was against common sense and would not work.

Thousands of magicians would assert that this is impossible.

Even if you know the theoretical method, magic power is absolutely impossible to use.

However, Frodo accepted it.

"Just leave it to me."

At that time, Frodo said these words naturally.

However, even though she looked relaxed, Frodo was sweating deep inside her body.

Her throat seemed to be blocked and became narrow.

She was well aware that tension and anxiety were spreading within her.

I don't want him to see my ugly appearance.

I don't want to disappoint the expectations he placed on me.

I don't want to be abandoned by him just because I'm useless.

This feeling indeed exists in Frodo's heart.

In other words, the factor that made her take this step must be the emotion that was close to dependence.

But now, in particular, a certain premonition arose in Frodo's heart.

Just like before, when he fused Murphy with the sword and resurrected him.

If we twist the truth and make the world surrender, like we did then, wouldn't we be able to recreate that miracle?

This thought appeared in Frodo's mind.

Well, now is the time.

Now, I have to catch up.

Magic power condensed at Frodo's fingertips.

She had never heard of, or imagined, the magic of manipulating the weather, of controlling nature.

Therefore, she had no idea about the structure and formation of this magic.

Perhaps because of this reason, Frodo naturally raised her hands.

These hands are mediocre in every way, and look like lead in every way.

I have always thought so.

Frodo's black eyes blinked.

Wielding a ruby ​​sword and displaying extraordinary decisiveness, Filia is undoubtedly a genius.

The superb swordsmanship with every swing, the calm decisiveness to do what he said, and the ability to take action that is ahead of ordinary people.

Either way, it proves that she is an outstanding person.

And Saint Matthias.

The commander who leads the Herald Cultists, possesses a charisma that is almost worshipful.

That sense of presence that can deeply attract people's hearts is not something that can be imitated.

Frodo felt it.

She had felt it all along.

Only myself, nothing else.

Only I, even if I force myself to follow Murphy, am still a mortal.

No, if this goes on, I will be the only one left.

In the end, will he be abandoned by Murphy?

This kind of uneasiness had already taken root deeply in Frodo's heart at some point.

This was the only thing she didn't want to happen no matter what.

Murphy, will not stay on lead.

It is I who should make this decision.

Then I had to follow.

In order to allow this body to stand beside him with dignity.

Frodo, as a person, also had to become gold.

With this in mind, Frodo accepted this seemingly reckless commission.

However, at this moment, no matter how hard he tried to think about the magic, he could not construct a spell that could cause heavy rain.

There is no time.

If we don't hurry up, it won't be surprising if the enemy troops rush right in front of us.

Frodo gritted her teeth, her throat burning with anxiety.

Yes, that's it.

No matter how courageous a mortal may be, the world will not be interested in him.

The only people the world cares about and opens its hearts to are heroes and brave men.

—How abominable! How outrageous! Ah, yes, the world has no interest in me.

In this case, there is only one way to go.

That was a magical theory that was once considered to be non-existent by others.

Concepts and ideas that go beyond common sense, and world values ​​that have no precedent.

The world has no interest in me? Then I can only change the world itself.

At this moment, in Frodo's mind, there was an unfamiliar her.

She picked up the pen.

The pen wrote an unknown magical structure on the parchment called the brain.

That's an impossible theory of magic.

Ah, yes, that's the feeling.

This refreshing feeling of throwing away the huge iron block that was pressing on me.

This is not about relying on existing things, but the joy of rewriting the face of the world with your own hands.

Now, new magic has taken shape, outlined in Frodo's black eyes.

The first step has been completed.

Now, the only thing missing is the magical power to cast this magic that should not exist in this world.

Is there such a thing?

Yes, there is.

The day in the underground temple when Mephi set her body on fire to save herself, Frodo noticed it.

This body contains powerful magical power.

What kind of magic is that? Even if you use your consciousness to explore it, it is like the deep sea, making people feel that the bottom is unreachable.

It was clear that it was not something he could possess, and he had no memory of ever having such a thing.

But it does exist in this body.

It is precisely because of the existence of this magical power that the magic that allowed Murphy to merge with the sword and save his life that day, which went against common sense and law, came into this world.

After returning to the academy from the underground temple, Frodo began to try to communicate with the magic power contained in this body.

However, nothing works.

No matter how hard she tried, the magic would not respond to her call and would not produce the slightest movement.

Until that day, she had a dream.