After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

Murphy knew very well that such a thing was impossible for a being as humble as herself.

This kind of tolerance, which has nothing to do with human beings, cannot be found in myself at all.

After translating all his thoughts into words, Murphy targeted the old elf who had bent down and sat down, and released a clear murderous intention towards him.

He grasped the sword forcefully with his left hand and raised it above his head.

Now, we must kill Lagias, this hero.

However, facing this scene, Lagias's expression changed from happy to strange, as if he had an epiphany.

At the same time, he began to mutter to himself.

"—Don't treat me like a fool, boy."

After hearing these words, Murphy's eyes began to shake.

Compared to the pleasant conversation just now, Lagias's tone had changed significantly.

It's like the sound hardened somewhere.

The tone of Lagias's voice seemed to have returned to its former solemnity.

"I'm not laughing at you. On the contrary, I even have some respect for you."

For some reason, Murphy finally chose to respond.

But I don't want to argue anymore.

Just swing this sword and it will be over.

The war in Gasalia, the fate of Eltis, and the life of the old elf before him.

Everything.

It will all end at this moment.

"The one who lacks self-awareness is the worst, you human being named Murphy."

Lagias's quiet words echoed in the tunnel.

His tone was very relaxed, as if he didn't care about the sword in front of him at all.

"Merphy, you've pushed me into a desperate situation, and now you're even trying to use that sword to take my life."

"How dare you boast so shamelessly, calling yourself a mere ditch rat?! Ha! So humble—say it again!? Don't treat me like a fool, boy!"

It was a voice filled with undeniable anger.

Lagias raised his eyebrows, and his eyes showed obvious anger.

Those words made Murphy open her eyes wide.

He had already prepared himself to be scolded, and was prepared to remain unmoved no matter how bad the words were.

However, this sentence was completely beyond his expectations.

He had no idea what Lagias was talking about or what the meaning of this sentence was.

I don't know if it's because of the numbness caused by holding the sword high, or for some other reason.

The tip of the sword that Murphy supported with his left hand began to tremble.

"Let me tell you, I've never considered myself an ordinary elf. Look at me now. I'm the usurper of Gasalia, the villain who trampled on the heritage of the elves."

"But now, I will be surpassed by you. You will continue to move forward by stepping on my corpse."

His withered finger pointed at the Eltis soldier lying on the stepping stone.

Alas, there is no need to listen to these words anymore.

It's just a joke, no need to listen to it.

Just swing the sword in your hand and everything will end.

despite this.

"Just like the soldiers you used as shields, and just like the opponents you've defeated so far. It's because they all became stepping stones that you're here."

"Listen here, Murphy, my enemy. You are no longer a man who can walk the peaceful dirt roads like a ditch rat."

Beneath Lagias's wrinkled eyelids were a pair of bright eyes.

It was as if he was swearing that even if he were to die now, his will would live on here forever.

There was a gleam in Lagias's eyes.

I couldn't help but feel my heart wavering.

It felt like being pricked by a thorn, causing a slight pain deep inside.

And that thing that seemed to be a mixture of tension and excitement had now turned into blood and began to flow throughout the body.

"You overestimate me. What do you want from me, old man?"

Hehe——Suddenly, Lagias grinned.

It really was, a wide smile, full of the wonderful charm of Lagias as an elf.

"Strangle the rat in you. Then, step ahead of me, hero. That's the victor's duty. The destination is the same anyway."

hero.

Is that what you're calling me?

Lagias.

This man who could truly be called a hero pointed at himself, a mediocre ditch rat that could be found everywhere, and said, "Hero?"

Regardless, the face was distorted.

The emotion that welled up in my heart was not joy, nor was it fear or astonishment.

I don’t know what to say. All my emotions have merged together and almost filled my heart.

However, amidst the emotional ups and downs, only Lagias' words lingered in his ears like a curse.

"—I'll think about it. Farewell then. King of the Elves, Finn Lagias, we'll see each other again sooner or later."

This was probably the first time for Lagias and I to communicate like this, not to mention in this era, even in previous eras.

Despite this, there was an incredible sense of ease.

The meaning of this thought, and the reason for it, were completely unclear.

However, there seemed to be some kind of strange resonance between him and Lagias.

"—Ah, we'll see each other again sooner or later, Murphy. My enemy, the great hero of humanity."

At the last moment before the voice fell, Murphy's left arm swung down without hesitation.

It was as if this was the final courtesy.

Once again, just like Valianna had been.

In front of Murphy's eyes, black blood splattered in the tunnel.

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The death of Finn Rageas, the usurper of Gazalia.

Surprisingly few things came to an end because of his death.

On the contrary, with his death as the starting point, history seemed to blossom and accelerate its pace.

The civil war in Gasalia is about to end, but in the final analysis, it can only be said to be a small pause before the next major war.

So far, nothing has settled here.

One end is just a preparation for the next beginning.

Speaking of which, Lagias, there is only one thing that truly ended with his death.

—The Rat Tale ends here. That's all.

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Today and tomorrow are the college entrance examination days. I wish all the readers who are taking the exam good luck, ideal results, and that they can be admitted to the university of their choice.

The update speed has been a bit slow recently because the author is graduating from his senior year this year and has a lot of things to do (degree conferring ceremony, packing, shipping, etc.).

After receiving my diploma and degree certificate tomorrow, I will go home. Then I will have more time and can leave more time to update everyone.

The update speed has been slow these days, please forgive me.

Chapter 39 Knights (3000)

The boiling blood scattered in the air above the Elf Forest.

A knight held a red spear in his hand, and the horse under his crotch kept roaring.

The man on horseback wielded the spear with extraordinary skill.

This spear is like its own arm extending outwards.

The tip of the gun, stained with blood, was also trained to be like the man's fingertips.

Once again, blood flew into the air and finally gradually returned to the earth.

At the same time, the ape-shaped monster's body was chopped into pieces by the spear and scattered.

For the monsters—the giant apes—that were swarming toward the gates of Gasalia, this situation must have been extremely difficult to understand.

Attracted by the cries of his companions shouting about good prey, he came here in a mad dash.

Then, they were almost about to capture the city gate filled with fine wine.

That's obviously the way it should be.

But now, the city gate that they had originally flocked to has become a wall of death blocking their retreat.

Whether you choose to escape or turn around and fight to the death, that scarlet spear will pierce everything.

What is that?

The giant ape couldn't understand.

This is not because of its lack of intelligence, but simply because it is instinctively afraid and unwilling to understand the scene in front of it.

It can even be said that it is as if the giant ape itself has rejected the behavior called "understanding".

Every time the man thrust out his spear, bright red blood would splatter everywhere.

The flesh and blood of his companions turned into corpses, falling one by one in the forest.

The swing of the spear was more demonic than the monster itself and more ferocious than the giant arm of the demon ape.

At least, the giant ape had never seen a situation like this before, where his own and his companions' bodies were easily bounced away by something.

Even if there is a conflict with a monster of the same kind, it will never be killed by a single blow.

Therefore, the current situation is really unbelievable for the giant ape.

Just being stabbed by the gun would cause your body to be blown away.

Was it because of the man’s extraordinary arm strength, or was it because of the demonic nature of the spear itself?

No matter what, the giant ape couldn't figure it out.

And, I will never understand it again.

The last giant ape's head was ripped open by the man's spear.

The earth was bathed in the blood of countless monsters, and at this moment it was painted with thick black makeup.

"'Knights, seek the way to survive, avoid danger, and when avoidance is unavoidable, bravely fight.'"

"—I forgot which article in the Chivalric Code this was in. Anyway, no matter what, it was you who attacked me that were wrong."

Facing the monster that had turned into a corpse and lay on the ground without making any sound, the man on his horse complained with a ferocious look on his face.

The so-called horse-mounted gun is just as its name suggests.

Only by using the horse's speed as an aid in the attack can the true value of the spear be realized.

Ride a warhorse, charge forward at wind-breaking speed, and finally pierce the enemy with a single blow.

That is the threat of cavalry, but also its charm.