After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

"But, even so. Isn't helping others a good thing? Doesn't doing good things make people happy?"

Regardless, Mattia still looked confused.

Now it was Murphy's turn to feel confused.

He turned the question around and around in his mind, frowning slightly, as if trying to suppress his wavering thoughts.

Finally, Murphy seemed to have received an answer that she could accept, and she let out a deep breath.

Really? I see. No wonder.

Helping others, feeling happy and stuff.

In short, this is what a saint is like.

After getting the answer, Murphy cleared his mind and sat on the city wall with his back against the stone wall.

What caught his eye were Mattia's eyes.

There was still a look of confusion hidden within that.

Chapter 2 A Moment of Hesitation

——Helping others who are powerless is a good deed given by God.

Mattia couldn't remember whether it was her parents or the priest of the Heraldry Church who said this to her.

However, since it is still well-remembered in my memory and I can recall its content at any time, I guess I must have heard it many times when I was a child.

Heraldry advocates knowledge and wisdom.

The truth of this world lies in exploration, and wherever the coat of arms points is the teaching of the Church of Heraldry.

Moreover, the more this idea is borne in mind, the further Heraldry will stray from good and evil.

Don't define the quality of knowledge by the quality of rationality, but let the body hold all the wisdom and knowledge.

However, this does not mean that one should accumulate knowledge aimlessly.

That's like a nouveau riche piling up gold coins that he has no use for at all.

Madia narrowed her eyes, ripples forming on her lips as she thought to herself.

The accumulation of knowledge is for the purpose of doing good to others.

Yes, this is exactly what I was taught in the past.

In order to make human beings better and stronger, we need to accumulate knowledge.

This is the original intention of Heraldry.

So, no matter how Mattia regards calculation as an indispensable part of life.

Deep down in her heart, she still firmly believes that helping others and working together is a good thing.

Of course, she also knows that sometimes doing so will fail.

Mattia wasn't that naive.

But it is precisely because of this that blindly taking advantage of others is a painful thing.

Sometimes, deep down inside, Mattia would twitch and feel pain.

She knew that what she was doing was taking advantage of people's kindness, or even trampling on the kindness of others.

Sometimes, I would even confess to God for it.

Mattia believes these feelings are common to all people.

The poor, the thieves, the heretics, the rude ones.

Although these people have also fallen due to circumstances that they have no choice but to do, and are unable to lend a helping hand to others.

But at their roots lies what can be described as pure kindness.

Because of this, Mattia found it difficult to understand what Murphy said: just help them appropriately.

She knew very well that Murphy was one of those people whose way of thinking was partially distorted.

Perhaps those distorted truths were indeed his true feelings, and she could understand that.

But even so, Mattia still felt that she would fall into his trap somewhere.

"...Saint Madia, what's going on?"

Hearing the worried voice of her confidant Lalge An, Madia couldn't help but raise her eyelids.

In front of him was a parchment on which writing was being done.

However, there is now a large ink stain left there.

It seems that I was daydreaming again and have to start writing from the beginning.

Mattia couldn't help but let out a breath from the back of her throat and said.

"I'm sorry, An. I feel like I'm a little confused. Can you pour me a glass of water?"

An showed a worried expression and said, "Are you really okay?" Then he walked through the office door.

While responding, Mattia pressed her fingers between her eyebrows and took another deep breath.

A watchtower inside the walls of Krosmaria.

This is now the main residence of the leaders of the Heraldry Church, including Madia.

Because this is the easiest location to deal with emergencies.

Even if the enemy launches an attack, it can be easily noticed here and orders can be issued to the soldiers quickly.

With this in mind, Mattia designated this place as the residence for herself and other leaders of the Heraldry Church.

However, thinking about it now, this choice might have been a mistake.

Thinking of this, Mattia gently stroked her shoulders with both hands.

This city wall is basically made of stone, and its strength is indeed enough to be called a fortress.

But at the same time, it was also really cold inside the city walls.

If you are even slightly careless, your fingers will be frozen and become as cold as iron.

Especially if you work late into the night, your body is more likely to freeze.

However, Mattia still couldn't rest.

After all, rather than being in the office, they are supporting the central functions of the entire city.

There's just me, An, and a small number of other energetic people.

This includes the supply of materials, the preparation of a communication network with the ally Gasalia, emergency response, patient care, and transactions with merchants.

The city has not yet been able to perform these functions without any problems.

Therefore, everything will eventually be sent to the highest level of the city, that is, to Mattia's eyes.

Her mind began to heat up, and Mattia couldn't help but wonder why she didn't even understand such a thing.

The fact that she could handle all matters, including small ones, was a testament to Madia's excellence.

But at the same time, this also proves one thing: during the time that Madia went to the Elf Kingdom to seek allies, the preparation work could be said to have made almost no progress.

If it is something that cannot be handled, there is really nothing that can be done.

In this case, even if it will cause dissatisfaction, Mattia must let the people below share the work.

However, if it was just something like this, Mattia, as a saint, would never do this.

It is precisely because she wants to complete all tasks and does not allow any slackness that she continues to overwork her body.

So now, she would feel it was a pity to waste even a little bit of time.

For example, how many things can be solved even if you just spend a moment in a daze?

Even so, understand this.

Mattia, however, still forgot the heat that appeared in her brain.

If that's the case, why should I worry about that man? There's no time or need for that. It's ridiculous.

This kind of emotional fluctuation is nothing but humiliation to me.

But the more you want to forget everything and the more you hide your feelings deep in your heart, the more your anxious emotions will be magnified.

The saint's feelings should not waver. This is how Mattia believes the saint should exist.

Even if your emotions are shaken deep down in your heart, you have to wrap them all up with cloth, put on a mask of rationality, and take everything into account.

This is what a saint should be like, and this is what a leader should be like.

That's right.

Mattia couldn't help biting her lip and gripping the pen tightly.

So, have I strayed from the path of being a saint now?

No, that's not right, it's not my fault.

The man who was wrong was Murphy.

First, when he was overwhelmed by a mountain of work, yet he still took the time to visit him as his ally, what was that attitude he displayed?

That joking and frivolous attitude as usual.

It's hard to say that he provided excellent hospitality, and he was far from being called a gentleman.

Ah, right.

It must be that frivolous attitude that made her blush and speak harshly, unable to suppress her feelings.

And, for some reason, I even accepted his words frankly, really.

Mattia felt that there were several emotions in her mind at this moment, each of which was clamoring with its mouth wide open.

Even though the body was not doing any activity, the blood circulation inexplicably accelerated and the heart beat very fast.

——Besides, can’t you say a few words of comfort to me who is so busy?

The moment she thought of this, Mattia's eyes widened and then blinked unconsciously.

What on earth was I thinking? Was I being blinded by anger and frustration?

No, that's not right. That's impossible.

I was just indignant at the man's unruly behavior.

Since he is no longer an ordinary guest but a formal ally, I must correct his misconduct.

That's right, that's why my heart is filled with anger.

Yes, that's all, that's for sure.

But...but, if not.

If that wasn't the case, was she expecting that man's comfort? It was almost like she was hoping for that man's praise.

What exactly is going on?

Mattia couldn't figure out the answer to this question, and she couldn't help but reach out and gently touch her cheek.

My head was burning just now, but now my cheeks are suddenly hot again.

It turns out that I'm feeling a little unwell.

At this moment, with a "creak", An pushed the door open and came in with a cup.

Madia coughed, then composed herself and smiled.

"Thanks, Ann. You go to sleep first. I'll rest later."

As An listened to these words, his lips twisted a little uncomfortably.

"...Okay, Saint. But, that..."

Seeing Ann's expression, Mattia couldn't help but widen her eyes.

Because in her impression, An should be a smart girl, and she would never be so hesitant when speaking.

On the other side, An's gaze lingered for a while.