After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

Murphy couldn't understand why her heart had so miraculously and frankly accepted this.

In the past, strong words like these would always cause me strong disgust.

"No matter what happens, I will bring victory back with my sword. Instead, I ask only one thing - swear an oath. Take no risks, and stay safe until I return."

——Occasionally, you have to trust me. After all, you and I are partners.

When she said this, Filia turned her body away slightly, as if to prevent Murphy from noticing her distorted expression.

And the faint whispers continued to echo in Murphy's ears.

What is this woman talking about?

Believe me? What the hell are you talking about?

Murphy understood.

He also knew that he had the highest respect for the elegance of Filia.

Whether it is her extremely hard-working side or her strong will that always maintains her dignity, I have respect for her.

But now, she made herself choose to believe her.

So, what the hell is going on?

At that time when my tongue was tied and I couldn't speak.

The moment Filia's whisper fell into my ears.

Murphy's legs went weak and he sat down on the ground.

“…I’m sorry, but my legs seem to be giving out. Standing up again won’t be easy in this state. So, um—ah, please.”

Yes, as he said these words, Murphy looked away slightly.

I don't understand. I should have been used to saying these bullshit flatteries a long time ago.

But why is that?

I actually feel shy when I say these words.

I feel really weird today.

Because he turned his eyes away, Murphy couldn't see the expression on Filia's face at all.

However, at this moment, he heard Filia's murderous laughter.

"Ah, leave it to me. Just watch, I'll bring back victory until you say enough."

Her back as she rushed to the battlefield looked particularly reliable.

The sight of a hero moving forward is so touching.

If it were Filia, all this would be natural.

No matter what happened on the battlefield, as long as she stepped forward and struck down with her sword, she would be victorious.

Yes, Murphy has always believed this.

——So, it's not that I don't trust you. I'll talk about my apology later.

The moment her back was swallowed by the battlefield, Murphy did not make any sound.

He just muttered this deep in his heart.

Chapter 32 Lord of the Battlefield

That is a unique skill that will fascinate anyone who sees it.

On such a chaotic battlefield, no matter how well-trained a knight is, it would be difficult to complete his actions as usual.

In this primitive hell where blood, flesh and bones are shattered and scattered, both humans and elves seem to have returned to ancient times.

But she is different.

She wielded a jade-red weapon on the battlefield, creating a sea of ​​blood and corpses. Although she was in this hell, her sword skills did not show any sign of decline.

The sword's trajectory was not disordered, and the movements were not distorted at all.

That sword has always been looking for the best way to kill the enemy.

So beautiful.

That figure fascinated everyone.

The flash of the dragon-horn sword is an action that is absolutely impossible for humans to perform.

After piercing the enemy's flesh, the edge of the sword did not show any confusion, but instead added a bit of precision.

——In this hell called battlefield, she wields the sword in her hand with a strange charm.

Everyone held their weapons tightly, burying their lives in the most primitive fight.

The spear's edge whizzed past, aiming to rip out Filia's heart.

The dragon horn sword deflected and wiped out the murderous intent, and then shattered the skull of the enemy who was controlling the spear, swinging a slash to take his life.

This is the center of the vortex of emotions.

In this theater called war, the emotions that are suppressed every day turn everyone into an actor, making them shout and vent in the center of the stage.

The same is naturally true for Filia, who is in the middle of it.

No, no, please don't reveal your feelings here.

Every time, when the dragon sword depicted a flash of light with emotion, that emotion became clearer.

——I hope to go one step further and become a willful woman.

Filia gritted her teeth as she felt the crushing of the enemy soldier's skull.

If this were really possible, I would definitely hold that man's legs tightly and would not leave no matter what he said.

He must be very confused, but even so, he still uses this method to rob.

And I, without a doubt, want to be a willful woman who can achieve such a thing.

In order to tear apart the enemy army that had a huge advantage in numbers, Filia took another step forward in her blood-red dress, her body smeared with makeup called blood.

His silver pupils narrowed, and a rough breathing sound came from his throat.

She gripped the dragon-horn sword stained with blood and grease and got into position again.

Be a self-willed woman, huh?

Filia's face twisted as if she was laughing at herself.

Nonsense! Get to know your identity!

It's really embarrassing for a woman like me to get involved in such affairs.

She burst into tears and knelt down to beg the man not to leave and to stay with her.

——If I were a woman who could do this, how easy it would be.

The twisted emotions that had not yet escaped from Filia's heart were continuously vented out by summoning the long sword at hand as a spokesperson.

However, ironically, even though he was dominated by twisted emotions, his swordsmanship today seemed exceptionally clear.

Filia, who considers the sword everything in her life, has such awareness.

The power of swinging the sword is strong but not messy, delicate but not weak.

This swordsmanship, performed under the control of emotion, is so outstanding.　

Filia took another step forward on the battlefield.

I know it, I know it without even looking.

I clearly knew what would happen after I left.

At this moment, if I look back, that guy must no longer be there.

Yeah, Murphy, that's who.

He is not the kind of person who would stop and give up before achieving his goal.

So, if he is not behind me, what am I fighting for now?

Ah, I understand, absolutely, there is no other answer.

Even behind him, there was no trace of Murphy.

Even if this body is a weird thing with nothing but the heroic sword swinging.

but.

"Please."

That's what he said.

Not to anyone but yourself.

So, the only purpose of my standing here now is to complete the task he left behind.

——I don’t know whether that guy trusts me or not, but I trust him.

That's why if he said "please".

Well, even if I don't know what cuteness is, I will forgive such a small thing.

Only at this time, Filia would be very envious of Frodo.

Because of her, she will definitely pester Murphy without any scruples.

And Murphy wouldn't think that was a hindrance.

So, what if it was me?

Will he look at himself as if he saw something scary?

Or would you scold yourself and say, “Stop doing stupid things”?

No matter what, the imagined picture will always become dim and dull.

Sometimes, Filia felt that Murphy was looking at something else through her eyes.

Those eyes seemed to be looking at him, but they were not.

Ah, how aggrieved and infuriating.

Filia knew very well what Murphy's eyes were pursuing from her.

That was a strong, proud and unstoppable self.

That is a strong self that cannot be bent, cannot be broken, is fearless.

It is definitely not the weak self who cries, stumbles, and relies on others.

As if telling sad words, the sound of wind echoed around.

The sword light is dazzling.

The swung dragon sword roared in the wind, and the flesh and bones of the enemy soldiers piled up around Filia again.

Now, this is the center of the battlefield.

No matter enemy or friend, no one can take their eyes off this place.

Every time Filia's sword danced, the battlefield would groan; every time her feet stepped forward, the battlefield would also become restless.

This way of existence is undoubtedly the master of the battlefield.

However, victory or defeat is still in the hands of fate.

No matter how powerful Filia is, the enemy army that outnumbers her by several times will never collapse easily.

Rather, if he could separate Filia's head from her body, victory would be his.

For this reason, after understanding this, the enemy's eyes instantly brightened.

So, it’s not enough.

The decisive blow that could crush everything has not yet appeared.

Then, just a moment later, a huge shadow came crashing down from the sky.

——Gahhhhhh!