After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

Therefore, the men rode on their horses, swinging their spears again and again, and those movements were almost becoming a kind of acrobatics.

Moreover, those combat skills that can penetrate and kill monsters with a single charge can even be said to be close to magic skills.

So, that's it?

The man, using the blood spilled on his body as proof of victory, slaughtered all the monsters present.

Just as when he came, he was still riding on horseback, twirling the spear in his hand with ease and joy.

However, that posture was completely abnormal.

Therefore, what was heard around was not cheers for the winner, but the sound of swallowing fear in the throat when facing something abnormal.

"Still as hot-blooded as ever—Templar Garlas Gargantia."

The only sound coming from her at this moment was her swaying silver hair.

Of course, this should not be a coincidence.

The small lips that spoke were tightly closed, as if suppressing the visible fatigue.

The man, the Templar Knight Garlas Gargantia, was attracted by the voice and rode his beloved horse, scanning the city gate with a ferocious gaze.

The moment he saw the silver hair, his cheeks began to tilt and shake.

"Heh, I thought it was some idiot yelling. Isn't that Knight Filia Reinhardt? It's been ages since I started training with the Knights."

Garlas recognized the figure with swaying silver hair.

Although I say he looks familiar, in fact, I have only seen him a few times when the Templars and the Knights Templar were training together in the past. That's all.

However, even though it was just a chance acquaintance.

But Filia's figure was clearly engraved in his mind.

First of all, his sword skills are jaw-droppingly superb and his martial arts skills are incredibly perfect.

Most importantly, her unwavering obsession with knighthood and strength was like a curse.

No matter who they were, she would distance herself from those cowards who merely called themselves knights.

Garlas remembered this very clearly.

And he also had great respect for it.

Perhaps this is why the next words that came out of Filia's lips surprised Garlas.

"Ah—I'm sorry, Knight and the rest are bankrupt. It's nothing, it was bound to happen sooner or later. So for now, just call me Filia."

Yes, Garlas was genuinely surprised.

Because Filia easily told the fact that she had resigned from the position of knight.

And, at the same time, there was even a look of pleasure on her face.

This shows that she has no regrets or remorse about it.

The way she looked, it was impossible to tell that her inner support had been broken long ago.

If she found another way, she couldn't help but wonder what kind of way it was.

In an instant, Garlas's eyes seemed less ferocious, and the corners of his mouth began to relax in a pleasant way.

"Eh—no, it's not bad, it's not bad at all. I really think so. It would be great if I could just quit and throw away these boring titles. Of course, it would be even better if I could drink a little."

Garlas muttered loudly, as if talking to himself.

These words were not meant to mock Filia.

Moreover, the tone of his words made people around him feel that he really meant it.

So, Garlas's voice continued.

"So, why is this Filia now in the Land of Elves? She can't have wandered here, right?"

In an instant, the air began to shake.

As Garlas finished his words, his voice and words slowly returned to their original ferocious appearance.

Garlas bared his teeth, raised his cheeks, and gave a voice and a look that could scare away even wild animals.

Among the Templars who were said to value propriety and sincerity, this man was undoubtedly an outlier.

In response to that action, Filia's silver eyes stared at Garlas like a bird of prey, and tough words came out of her mouth.

"Are you just a fool or a complete loser? Which one are you, Garrus?"

Filia threw her words at Garlas, saying that she was trampling deeply on his chest.

It was a provocative tone.

Naturally, a deeper and more distorted expression appeared at the corners of Garlas' mouth.

Yes, that's right.

If the other party is one of our own, then opening the city gate to welcome them is the most normal thing to do.

If it had nothing to do with me, I wouldn't have come to the city gate to say hello.

But if this is the case, then the existence of Filia, who is now standing with her feet on the city gate and looking down at him, is unquestionable.

"Really? That traitor—that group that followed the Heraldry Cult—was you, Filia Reinhardt?"

Garlas whispered, blinking.

The tone of voice seemed to indicate that he was very amused by the current situation.

However, it also seemed to be the opposite, a sigh that sounded like someone was feeling very troubled.

In short, it was a really indescribable, very complex tone.

I see. So that's how it is. This new job is much better than just transferring captured Herald Cultists.

Compared to a simple knight escort mission, it would definitely be more interesting if there were a little change.

However, the person who should have been captured by the elves was now standing on their city gate and talking openly.

In this way, we can completely guess what happened in Gasalia.

Sure enough, it is too troublesome.

Garlas is a man with the dangerous curiosity of a child and the laziness of a beast.

At this moment, these two emotions were wavering in his heart.

"What about you? What are the Templars doing in Gasalia? This isn't a country for humans, is it?"

The words that Filia spoke one after another seemed to contain some intention, and seemed to be pointing to some target.

That's what it sounds like.

Is he just not smart enough, or is he just a loser?

Garlas originally wanted to respond to Filia's words, but then he felt it was too boring.

So he shook his head gently and said.

"Philia Reinhardt, choose."

It doesn't matter. I don't need to be graceful anyway.

Garlas opened his lips and continued relaying.

"—Which do you prefer, a glorious death in battle or hanging after public display?"

These words naturally reached the city gate.

Contrary to its extremely natural appearance, the language itself contained a ferocity that seemed to tear the throat apart.

The sound echoing in the throats of the elven soldiers still sitting on the city gate was called cowardice.

And Filia was shaking her hair that had lost its hairpin.

Like Garlas, her cheeks were raised high.

Chapter 40: Templar Garlas Gargantia

——This guy, only this guy, must be dealt with here.

Clearing her hazy vision, Filia swallowed her saliva forcefully.

The joints of its limbs wailed in pain. This body, having fought so hard against the demon ape, had reached its limit.

This is what is meant by being covered in wounds.

Even Filia herself felt deep down that this body could no longer sustain the battle.

However, even so, we cannot stop.

Because here, another obligation arises.

And now, the only thing supporting this fragile body is this kind of will.

As long as the beast in front of you is still roaring, you cannot fall down.

The figure on the warhorse holding a red spear, not concealing his ferocious eyes and attitude at all.

When Filia was still a knight, her figure had not changed since the moment she was captured by those silver pupils.

Templar Knight - Garlas Gargantia.

He is a man with two titles: "Knight of Honor" and "Beast with a Gun".

Just look at his violent behavior and you can easily understand the meaning of this sentence.

The figure of Garlas came into Filia's sight from the back of the prey's neck where it had bitten off.

That is no longer simply a strong or weak person, it is just a ferocious beast.

It's really tricky.

So, that's why.

It is precisely because of this kind of Garlas that he must die here.

Filia exhaled deeply from her lungs.

Just use these hands to crush the beast's head until it becomes fragments that cannot be healed.

Her silver eyes sparkled as Filia replayed this scene countless times in her mind.

Tell yourself that you must do this, you must grab it with your own hands.

The moment she saw Garlas, Filia really felt something in the deepest part of her heart.

"An honorable death in battle, or hanging? Is that what they say?"

Filia's consciousness was drawn to the cruel scene before her and the figure standing on the warhorse.

The dull pain that permeated his entire body dissipated from his consciousness.

Only at this moment does the fatigue in the body disappear.

Filia looked down at the city gate and continued to move her lips.

"Excuse me—how I die is up to me. Forget about being chosen."

Ah, no, I have to kill him. I have to make this guy die.

The enemy was at the city gate, and Filia could no longer suppress the murderous intent and the bursting spirit in her body.

What drives this will is undoubtedly an emotion called anxiety.

It was like licking the anxiety deep in her brain, which was now constantly invading Filia.

That's a natural enemy.

That violent skill that could crush everything, that beast-like force, and that way of existence.

Without a doubt, it is his natural enemy.

——If, by some chance, Murphy meets this beast.

This disgusting imagination has been impacting Filia's mind since a while ago.

This was just pure imagination.

However, after this image appeared repeatedly in my mind several times, it suddenly turned into a chill.