After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

The owner of the blond hair took a step back when facing the slash from the greatsword, thus avoiding the attack.

So that's how it is. No, he must not be like that. His power is not that great, nor is it that sharp.

——Even so, he is still much better than this.

Gold's right eye swayed.

The greatsword aimed at the left side where I couldn't see and swung out.

That must have been a well-considered strike.

But even so...

The gold shines.

Holding the double-edged sword, it cuts through space rapidly.

He half-turned sideways, dodging the great sword approaching from the left as if spinning, that was it.

——Crack.

Like the sound of wind blowing.

It was like the sound of a knife cutting through the air.

Based on this alone, it can be concluded that the fierce offensive and defensive battle will come to an end.

Blood spurted out from the neck of the tall man wielding the greatsword.

"The winner is Aimee Castina!"

The arena once again transformed into a living being, roaring.

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"Aimees, you don't know how to cherish yourself at all. I welcome you to do this for fun. However, as your uncle, I totally oppose it."

Buckingham Castina appeared in the Leiden Kingdom Arena, in a room surrounded by bricks, not a lounge.

Ames couldn't help but blink her golden eyes.

My uncle is certainly an eccentric person, but strange trips like this are becoming less and less frequent. I never expected that he would end up in a place like this now.

"Uncle, I have not done anything beyond the rules of the Cathedral. Besides, this is also good training."

Ames responded while relaxing her cheeks.

Seeing this, a subtle expression appeared on Buckingham's face.

A subtle expression that seemed to be happy, but also seemed not to be so.

Ames could understand her uncle's feelings.

The free city of Crossmaria fell, and the Castina family lost its foothold.

Now only the family name remains.

His father, the head of the family, was missing, and he himself lost consciousness for a period of time after losing his left eye due to refusing medical treatment.

Now that he had finally regained consciousness, he was brandishing a sword in the arena.

Anyone could foresee what was going on in his uncle's mind at that moment.

However, although Ames understood this feeling, she still couldn't control herself.

The fact that he could use the capital of Leiden as his new base and live a relatively comfortable life was undoubtedly due to his uncle's extraordinary efforts.

If my past self saw my present self, I would definitely say: This behavior is incorrect; this is not a good thing.

But, it's different.

Now I am convinced that this is the right thing to do.

If I don't do this, I won't be able to control the emotions overflowing in my body.

This body cannot function properly without being put in intense struggle.

Neither Ames nor Buckingham spoke. After a while of silence, Buckingham slowly opened his mouth.

That calmness seemed to have lost the humor and joking elements of the past.

The dignity of the agent in charge, like the beard at the corners of his mouth, entangled the voices.

Aimees even felt that her uncle had lost the joy of being human.

"—I want to tell you. Congratulations! The time has finally come to behead those who have tarnished our hometown. Great!"

The enthusiasm of the arena dissipated, and the cheering creatures turned into ordinary bricks and clay blocks.

There is no one here. Only when it rains will there be vagrants running down to the eaves.

Because of this, when my uncle happily told me what he had decided today, his voice seemed particularly powerful.

Listening to Buckingham's hooked nose shaking as he finished his words, Ames finally couldn't bear it anymore and couldn't help but smile.

"Really, there's nothing happier than this, right, my niece!"

Ah, if it was my uncle from the past, he would definitely understand the meaning of my smile now.

The uncle she once admired was nowhere to be found, and a trace of sadness accumulated deep in Ames's heart.

"—No. I laughed because I thought it couldn't possibly go that smoothly. Whoever it was, they made a mistake."

Aimee's words fell on the dry sand, and the wind blew up the dust.

Buckingham opened his eyes wide, as if he had difficulty understanding the true meaning of this sentence.

"I know very well. He can't die from something like this."

Yes.

He will not die from this.

As for what will happen to the woman known as the witch, no one knows.

Wanting to go out, he threw his coat over his shoulders and exhaled.

It was already very cold, but the blood in my body was boiling as if resisting the cold.

Even with the passion to fight, it was impossible to control it.

This heat has continued since that night.

The opponent he was fighting in the arena today was a sharper swordsman than him, more powerful than him, and more familiar with fighting than him.

But, despite this, he is still stronger.

That hand, the left eye still remembers it.

"Aimees, you speak as if you hope so. If you have anything to say, just say it directly. I think it's better that way. What are you thinking? Any ideas?"

Buckingham moved his lips in disbelief.

Ames's voice when she spoke couldn't be described as prediction, but rather one filled with conviction.

Aimee shrugged, her right eye gleaming, her mouth hanging open.

Mouth, a little confused.

"How can I put it? He must be the enemy. He also said that this is inevitable."

Yes, on that battlefield.

He actually said so during the sword fight at Crossmaria.

You can only become an enemy, otherwise, you can only lie on the ground miserably and look up.

But, is that true?

It is now a completely different world. In a completely different world and a completely different era, what are he and I like?

Are they enemies who want to kill each other, or partners who stand shoulder to shoulder?

Not sure.

Clearly, there is only one.

"But if I have any idea, it's that I want him and Mr. Murphy to be able to call each other 'friends'."

So far, there is no one who gets along well with me.

Ever since I was old enough to understand, everyone has looked at me specially, and no one is even willing to try to catch up with me.

Unconsciously, I even felt that this is how it should be between people in this world.

But what about him, Murphy?

It is the only existence that fights against itself.

He was the only one who reached out his hand to catch up with this body.

I think I must be looking for such a friend.

In my heart, an indescribable emotion trembles.

The blood is so hot.

Chapter 6: The Songstress and the Divine Revelation

It's time to snow.

The snow turned into a white blanket, covering the great cathedral based in the northwestern imperial capital.

Even though it was almost time to board the carriage, none of the people who had previously claimed to be friends showed up.

Only a nun who was worried about him appeared in front of him at the last moment before the carriage was about to leave.

It’s worthy of my interpersonal relationship.

Thinking of this, Ella couldn't help but smile.

The air had become very cold, and the breath exhaled from the mouth was all white.

The carriage slowly started to move.

In the chill that seemed to cut her cheeks, Ella waved goodbye to the gradually shrinking nun while casually checking the texture of the carriage's interior with her waist.

There is a sturdy cushion under the waist, and cushioning material between the seats to prevent the car body from shaking violently.

Not only that, in order to relieve the cold, the car even has some high-end-looking blankets. It is so thoughtful that it is hard to imagine that these are all prepared for one person alone.

Ella's black eyes couldn't help but blink.

This is true. Compared to when I was first brought here, the treatment is completely different.

The cold of silence came over her again, and Ella immediately wrapped herself in the blanket, pursing her lips.

Of course, I understand.

There is no way around it.

At that time, I was just an orphan when I first came to the cathedral.

She is just an ordinary child with divine skills who luckily obtained the title of Saint Candidate.

I still remember the carriage we took to the cathedral.

At that time, the driver seemed to be deliberately venting his dissatisfaction with the fact that he was receiving a little girl who was still wet behind the ears.

He drove the horse roughly, and the bumpy carriage caused him to hit his head several times.

At that time, I thought about it many times: What if I rejected Kelly's mother's request and stayed in Lars with Murphy?

Unconsciously, Ella bit her lip.

It felt like my heart had turned into a block of cold ice.

She hugged the blanket tightly to keep herself warm.

What a blessing it was to be able to leave the cathedral wrapped in a blanket, rocking slowly enough to induce sleep.

Even though that achievement was the result of enduring persecution that was enough to shock her brain and overcoming unspeakable pain, Ella still considered herself lucky.

The saint of the divas.

This is the nickname Ella acquired, which is proof of the Cathedral's recognition of her faith and the grace she received from God.

Although she is a saint, she does not hold any position or status that confers any power in this cathedral.