After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

Then, she timidly spoke again.

"No, it's nothing, Saint Lady... Tomorrow, an envoy from Gasalia will come to negotiate, so please rest early today."

Having said this, An quickly walked out of the office.

It seemed that she still had some concerns in her heart, but her current behavior seemed to be trying to cover up these worries.

Mattia watched Ann's departing back, stroking her lips in disbelief.

But then, in order to deal with the matters that were approaching deadlines, she once again gripped the pen tightly.

However, from time to time, the pen stops.

Was it fatigue, or the turbulent emotions within?

No matter what, Mattia couldn't figure out the answers to these questions.

Chapter 2 Meat on the Chopping Block

A war room located inside the city wall is the venue for this meeting.

Sitting at the table was Madia, the head of the Cult of Heraldry. Beside her were Large An and several other important figures of the Cult of Heraldry.

Besides, there are Filia and Frodo.

And, although I didn't quite understand why, Murphy also sat at the last seat.

Plus, finally, the messenger from Gasalia.

"—Your expression seems strange, Murphy. What? Are you trying to say that you've forgotten what I look like?"

The sound, as if teasing the earlobes, echoed in the venue.

Of course, apart from Murphy, the person the words were directed at, the expressions of most people present were also distorted.

Or, the other way around.

Even fewer people could look at her with a calm expression.

Now, the person sitting next to Madia is undoubtedly an ally of the Church of Heraldry, and is now the commander of Gasalia.

Finn Altis.

That was the elf princess with whom Murphy had spent some time in the elves' hanging garden, Gasalia.

No, she is the Queen now.

Of course, it is indeed troublesome to send an envoy from Gasalia here, but generally speaking, the head of state would not easily participate in a meeting of other forces.

Could it be that with the distance that Gasalia has to travel to here, he can also use the miracle of the illusion very easily?

"Perhaps that's true. Since they're allies, it would surely be faster for the leaders of both sides to negotiate directly. As we've all seen, having envoys travel back and forth so many times is indeed a very troublesome matter."

As she said this, Filia seemed to have no interest and held Murphy's left arm and shook his body.

Well, that's true.

In the exchanges between major powers, there are many things that the envoys cannot decide on their own.

However, it would be foolish to have to send the envoys back to their own country to receive instructions and then back to other countries for further discussions.

Furthermore, no matter what, conversations between kings cannot be conducted solely through magic.

Not only did he have to use the correct sealing wax, but he also had to take the communication from the kneeling messenger.

Various etiquettes like these become more strict as one moves up a social ladder.

After all, this kind of etiquette is very important to the upper class.

"In my country, they even send envoys to protect each other's dignity. I hate that because I hate wasting time."

Frodo placed her hand on Murphy's right shoulder and spoke softly.

So that's how it is. Murphy nodded in her heart as if she had understood something.

Filia comes from a noble family, and Frodo should also be from a high-class family, so it is not surprising that such a conversation would occur.

But to him, that was a world that was too far away, and it didn't feel real at all.

But no matter what, it wouldn't be a bad thing to be faster, right?

"Thank you, Fern Aldis. I'm so glad you could attend this meeting in person."

Mattia bowed respectfully and thanked him.

Eldis, who had been presented with the courtesy, returned the favor, a smile forming on her lips like ripples.

Everyone who attended the meeting was very well-mannered.

Even though I'm the last one, is it really okay for someone like me to attend?

Looking at the two people bowing to each other, Murphy couldn't help but have such doubts in her heart.

"Saint Madia. We in Gasalia will never forget the help from the Church of Heraldry in our time of need. I swear to work together... but don't get too hung up on this. It's not enough to just focus on etiquette, as he taught me."

Eltis' cheerfulness, displayed without losing his manners, gradually melted the tense atmosphere in the room.

It seems that An and the representatives of the Church of Heraldry around him are more nervous than we are.

After all, there must be many people who are seeing elves for the first time.

But no matter what, there is no need for me to say more.

After all, things like strategy are not convincing even if I say them out loud, so it is better to start the meeting early.

Thinking of this, Murphy put his elbows on the table, squinted his eyes and looked forward, and ended up meeting Eldis's eyes.

At this moment, the blue eyes seemed to be twisted in some displeasure.

"What are you doing there? Come here."

What did she say?

Eltis's abrupt words made the people around him nervous again.

Or more precisely, confused.

What on earth was she talking about? No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't understand.

Of course, Murphy is the same in this regard.

But he knew very well that the target of those blue eyes was undoubtedly himself.

At the same time, the surrounding attention seemed to be attracted and gradually gathered on Murphy.

Including Madia, Filia and Frodo.

"...Merphy, you are my knight, right? Well, now that the master has arrived, shouldn't you be waiting by his side? I'm suppressing my discontent, so I forgive your laxity."

Eldis's words sounded a little anxious.

At this time, Murphy felt personally that the air seemed to have mass.

Perhaps it was because Filia's hand wrapped around his left arm and Frodo's hand on his right shoulder were both conveying pain.

No, it seems to be more than just pain.

Sorry, it might break if you do this.

Silently enduring the pressure from both sides, Murphy moved his eyes slightly, observed the surrounding situation, and then raised his eyebrows.

At this moment, Filia was looking at his face with a smile on her face.

But at the same time, it was easy to see that her cheeks were twitching.

Considering her personality, it's incredible that no action has been taken yet.

Meanwhile, a faint liquid appeared around the edges of Frodo's black eyes. She also tightly grasped Murphy's shoulders.

In addition, all the eyes around were looking towards Murphy.

For some reason, even Saint Madia seemed to intensify her gaze, casting him a look of disdain. He really hoped it was a misunderstanding.

After a few seconds, this heavy and awkward space still continued.

But Murphy could no longer bear this silent torture, so he slowly opened his stiff lips.

"Oh...um, what is that? It's..."

"—Um? What did you think of? What did you want to say? Hmm?"

However, the moment his lips opened, they were forcibly closed by a voice beside him.

Filia swallowed his words with a smile on her face.

So that's how it is. It seems that the smiling face doesn't mean tolerance, but rather hides some sinister intentions.

After understanding this, Murphy turned his attention to Eldis in order to seek help.

In short, as long as Eldis can retract her previous statement, the situation should calm down temporarily.

Of course, only temporarily.

Murphy's eyes met Eldis's, her long eyelashes blinked gently, and then a picturesque smile appeared on her face.

Then, he still said nothing and remained silent, as if he was swearing that he had said everything he needed to say.

Therefore, the heavy air seemed to become even more... No, what is this?

Suddenly, as if he thought of something, Murphy's body froze.

Think about it carefully, Filia, Frodo or Candice, and Eldis.

Most of the members of the salvation journey gathered together. This is probably the first time in this era, right?

But, but.

I have never seen such heavy pressure or such oppressive air in my previous travels.

The trip went basically smoothly and there were no problems with everyone's conversation, so there should be no doubt about that.

Having said that, what is the current situation?

Why did it turn out like this when the same people gathered together as before?

Of course, the fact that the brave Ames Castina is not here right now can be considered a reason.

But is that really the only reason?

After all.

Did I do something wrong and end up taking a step down the wrong path?

Such troubles kept flowing in Murphy's throat.

Then, a mournful cry came from his throat.

Sudden.

"...Oh, oh. I'm so sorry. But time is running out. Can you please move on to the next topic?"

Largo An, the host, suddenly turned his gaze to Murphy and said.

In an instant, silence appeared.

The confusion of the attendees merged together and ran around in the air.

Murphy couldn't help but feel this way.

"...Yes. Finn Aldis, is this okay now?"

In response to the words that Madia forced out of her throat, Eldis raised her eyes and nodded slightly.

At the same time, he added: There is still time later anyway.

With these words, the atmosphere around them gradually relaxed.

Although there is still a wonderful sense of tension in it.

On the other hand, the pressure on Murphy's left arm and right shoulder did not ease at all.

Rather, the increasing pressure had become a proxy for Filia and Frodo, tightly binding him.

It was bad. Very bad. Now even sneaking out during the intense meeting was impossible.

Thinking of this, cold sweat began to break out on Murphy's forehead.

"Then let's resume the meeting. I'm very pleased that the elven nation of Gasalia and our Heraldry Cult have successfully formed an alliance this time."