After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

The three spears seemed to want to strip him of his flesh and blood, baring their fangs.

Murphy also tried to fight back, but unfortunately, the distance was much longer than the spear.

If he tried to dig out their flesh, he would have to pay the price.

No, it doesn't make sense no matter how you look at it.

In that case, then counterattack two.

Even if you get bitten back, that's the price you have to pay.

Thinking of this, Murphy opened his mouth, showing his fangs, and exerted force on his feet.

—Put away your guns and swords! This is the path of the great primordial elves, and bloody affairs must not occur here.

That voice, echoing in the tunnel, appeared.

It's like a voice with a special melody that lingers deep in the ears.

Without a doubt, it's the elf princess.

Eltis's voice echoed through the tunnel.

Just, that's all.

Eltis is a phantom that cannot touch anything or interfere with anything.

Just let the sound echo. This is the only thing the princess can do.

However, that sound shook the three spears in front of them.

Some were stunned, while others did not even know that it was an illusion, and thought that if they could defeat the princess, victory would fall into his hands.

However, this shocking moment was exactly what Murphy wanted.

In an instant, he used his sword to knock away a spear that was charging forward, and then stepped on the handle of another spear to shorten the distance.

The enemy soldiers' eyes were filled with astonishment and hesitation.

But Murphy wouldn't give them any time to make a sound.

He drew a line from the lower left to cut through the enemy's jaw muscles, shattering his jaw and cutting the edge across his neck.

At this moment, it is no longer a gun-related distance, but a sword-related distance.

When the enemy picked up their spears again and prepared to fight.

Along with the spear, he brushed it off with his sword.

Blood gushed out from his fingers, like blood-red flowers blooming in the tunnel.

The spear fell.

Is it the pitiful instinct of being a living being?

The guard reflexively grabbed his severed finger instead of picking up his weapon and leaned down.

Then, Murphy pierced his head with a sword.

Murphy also felt a disgusting sensation of piercing bones in her hand.

And, the last one.

Murphy gasped for breath.

I feel my physical strength gradually draining away, and my spirit, which is no surprise to be exhausted at any time.

Plus, the injured right arm.

He understood the favorable conditions in his current body.

not a single one.

Chapter 38 The End of the Story

To be honest, even I would like to be praised for doing a good job.

Murphy thought this unconsciously in her heart.

Surrounded by three enemy soldiers, he managed to kill two of them.

No matter who it is, deep down they will think so and feel that the results of the battle are enough.

However, it is also impossible to always indulge in the fantasy of praise.

Out of the corner of his eye, Murphy noticed that the last remaining enemy soldier was taking action to kill him.

In the blink of an eye, the enemy soldier swung his spear.

The spear was directed towards Murphy, who had just gotten into close range, and forcefully struck his abdomen.

However, although they were in the process of killing each other, their brains were surprisingly calm.

He knew very well that if he was hit in the side by the spear, his bones would undoubtedly break immediately.

After that, all you can do is lie on the ground in a mess and wait for death.

Under normal circumstances, if you want to take this life, it’s up to you.

But only today, no.

Several promises have not been fulfilled.

In the blink of an eye, Murphy thrust the shining black light in his left hand straight forward.

However, it is more like a throw than a stab.

With a series of counterattacks, Murphy's left shoulder joint began to creak.

Of course, he knew he was forcing it.

Because he knew very well that he would not be able to do that skill with his level.

—Are you an idiot? You don't even understand the true nature of a thrust.

That is, a swift thrust that can accurately hit the enemy's vital points.

Of course, it is definitely not as good as Filia's ideal thrust.

But, although it is indeed a bit ugly, it’s not impossible to imitate it a little.

A black light flashed by.

The next moment, a huge waterfall of blood foam splashed into the underground passage.

The sword that pierced the enemy's mouth also pierced his spine at the same time.

Murphy bit her lip, trying hard to suppress the feeling of wanting to let out a breath of relief.

He knew very well that as a mediocre person, he did not have the time to reveal such a flaw.

The sound of swords and spears stopped, and the tunnel returned to silence.

Suddenly, a dry laugh echoed in it.

It was neither Murphy's nor Altis's.

In this tunnel, apart from the two people, there is only one person left alive.

"—Oh, it's you. But I never expected you to make such a decision. You seem to have grown up, my dear niece."

"...Long time no see, Uncle."

There was a twisted smile on that face, with deep wrinkles carved into it.

And, hoarse laughter.

Without a doubt, he is the enemy's leader and the only remaining enemy.

Finn Lagias.

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"Using an illusion as a shield to launch a surprise attack, using my niece as bait? Oh, you're quite capable, human. You're truly admirable."

That wasn't sarcasm or irony, but rather a tone that expressed genuine admiration from the bottom of one's heart.

Although he is on the verge of despair, Lagias still seems to be at ease.

It was this attitude that made Murphy feel extremely anxious deep down in her heart.

"...Thank you for the compliment. I can't think of any other way to win. But you seem quite calm, which is really enviable."

Murphy shrugged, responding evasively to Lagias's compliment.

In fact, Altis's stop was not part of Murphy's plan, but her sudden help.

Of course, Murphy was also very grateful for this.

After all, if he didn't have that cover, he would have become a corpse by now, one of the people lying on the floor of the tunnel.

"If you have to struggle, then struggle. But if not, isn't it part of life to enjoy your last moments?"

Unlike Murphy, who thought he had no room for maneuver, Lagias's tone sounded very relaxed.

I don’t know if he really just gave up, or if he had an ace hidden somewhere.

"...Uncle, please tell me something."

"It's been so many years since we last met. Well, since I'm a loser after all, just ask whatever you want to ask. I'll do my best to answer."

Eltis, who had made up his mind to speak, exchanged a few words with Lagias, who was still sitting there.

The sound of conversation was very faint and I couldn't make out a word of it.

Of course, Murphy felt that it was not something she could understand.

The long-lost conversation between uncle and niece ended quickly.

"Is it enough?"

Lagias said this, looking at Eldis with a look that conveyed the same meaning.

Eltis shook his head and replied.

"...No more, nothing more, nothing at all. Murphy."

Murphy stood beside the phantom, listening to Altis' voice.

He blinked and listened carefully to the words.

Eltis's voice seemed to be making a strong announcement.

There is a complex shadow in her heart at this moment, there is no doubt about it.

After all, his uncle, Lagias, had killed his father and was the enemy who had seized Finn's throne.

As a result, he was trapped in the tower for many years.

Murphy turned her head and found that Altis's green eyes had narrowed into a slit and his teeth were secretly biting his lips.

So that's how it is. Although his face has a calm expression, his inner thoughts must be completely different.

My internal organs are probably boiling like crazy.

If possible, she would have wanted to strangle Lagias's neck and break it.

However, Altis just said that he had nothing more to say and didn't want to talk to Lagias anymore.

Since she has made the decision, there is no need for me to say anything more.

Thinking of this, Murphy nodded slightly to Eltis in response, then took a step forward and stood in front of the old elf.

"Fin Lagias, is that the right name, old man—"

"——How can you talk like that? I... No, I'm Lagias, not anyone else."

The old elf's wrinkles shook and his cheeks lifted slightly.

Murphy noticed that those eyes, although old, had not lost their brilliance, were now reflecting her own reflection.

"Is that so? You're the human named Murphy who brought my niece, Eldis, out here."

"It's not a big deal. I'm just a common ditch rat. I'm sorry, old man, but if it weren't me, but a hero somewhere, maybe he would have chosen not to kill you."

Murphy thought this in her heart, shrugged her shoulders, and said what she was thinking.

Turning once powerful enemies into partners and becoming friends with them is a common tactic in heroic stories.