After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

After the messenger left, the room fell into a strange silence again.

Of course, this silence was not due to embarrassment or emotional instability, but simply because no one knew what to say and so they kept their mouths shut and remained silent.

Of course, even if you really have some ideas in the corner of your brain, you will probably hesitate because you don’t know whether to say it or not.

In this silence, everyone naturally turned their attention to the parchment in Mattia's hand.

"...Indeed, this is undoubtedly a document issued by the state. It is also engraved with Belphein's magical mark."

Unable to bear the focused gazes and the long silence, Mattia uttered these words.

This sentence further disturbed everyone's thinking.

There is no doubt that this is an official document with a seal and issued by the state.

If the seal of wax is a certificate used between the upper classes, then the magic seal is a certificate used in communication between countries.

Every country has its own regulations regarding seals. Any document stamped with a seal is guaranteed by the country no matter what happens.

Regardless of whether the content is illegal or from the distant past, as long as it bears the magical mark of one's own country, the country must fulfill that contract.

If it doesn't, the country's credibility will decline rapidly.

As a result, transactions between countries cannot be carried out, and merchants and countries can only conduct transactions through cash.

In other words, by stamping a document with a magic seal, the country is throwing its credit to the other party.

This document is here now.

And since it was said by the Saint, then Belphein's magic mark must be correct.

It's really a headache.

In general, the meeting had already reached a point where the agenda could not be advanced normally.

And even after all this, I actually received a letter like this.

It is true that anyone would be thrown into confusion.

Murphy followed the black hair swaying in the corner of her eyes, and suddenly found that Frodo was pouting slightly.

There have been times like this in my past travels.

Sometimes, when the whole team is confused and doesn't know what to do in the future, everyone will keep their mouths shut.

In that situation, I could only remain silent.

Rather than saying that opinions will not be taken seriously anyway, it is better to say that there is no need to step on the snake's tail.

And in that situation, the most reliable person is the talented Candice.

Possess knowledge in many fields and be able to express one's opinions calmly and accurately.

At times like this, her talent is more reliable than anything else.

So, perhaps expecting the same result this time, Murphy turned his gaze to Frodo.

Such behavior is more like a lingering habit from the past than a conscious action.

After all, the person here is not Candice, but Frodo.

But it shouldn't be that bad.

Generally speaking, a master should have more knowledge than his disciples.

So, I'll leave the expectations to you this time.

At the end of Murphy's sight, Frodo was blinking her black eyes and looking at him.

After their eyes met, Frodo showed an incredible smile and tilted her head slightly.

No, why are you tilting your head?

With such doubts in mind, Murphy had no choice but to whisper his meaning to Frodo, who seemed unaware of his intention: Now, what should we do?

The moment she finished speaking, Frodo showed an expression that said, "What are you talking about?", blinked her eyes, and moved her lips.

"It doesn't matter to me either way. Everything is as Murphy wishes, and I am willing to follow all your arrangements."

No, that's not right. It's not like that.

It's her freedom to think whatever she wants, and there are some touching parts in that sentence.

But before that, she should have her own opinion on the current situation.

I always feel like something is not right when I listen to what is said here.

Perhaps he understood Murphy's dazed expression, which seemed to be a little dazed and even a little surprised that he couldn't hold it back somewhere on his face.

Frodo said while smiling.

"You wouldn't listen to me anyway, would you? Just like when I told you not to go to dangerous places, you would still climb to the top like a child."

I see. There's really no room for rebuttal on this point.

Thinking of this, Murphy couldn't help but take a deep breath.

So far, I haven’t necessarily always taken risks.

It is also clear that words like "overcoming all difficulties to ensure absolute safety" will probably not fool anyone.

However, I still believe that there is nothing wrong with doing so.

After all, if a mortal like himself wants to touch heroes like Frodo, he can only make friends with recklessness, tame danger, and move on.

and.

If you escape from everything and just seek to survive because you cherish your life, you will definitely get nothing like before and end your life like this.

That's really terrible.

Thinking of this, Murphy's heart seemed to be touched by something terrifying, and he swallowed unconsciously.

Therefore, what Frodo said was not wrong.

It's more like that, exactly. It's really unbearable.

Thinking of this, Murphy felt a little embarrassed and couldn't help but lower her head.

Seeing him like this, Frodo smiled like a slight sigh and opened her lips.

"So, Murphy. What's right and what's wrong is completely meaningless to me. If you say it's right, then I'll make it right...ah, but--"

——Who are you and what are you? Find an opportunity to explain it to me seriously and carefully.

What floated into Murphy's ears was Frodo's soft whisper.

The wonderful charm of the voice and the bottomless depth of emotion made him lose his voice involuntarily.

So, in this situation, how should you respond correctly?

I think that even if I rack my brains for such a thing, it will probably be of no use.

Chapter 8 Leader of the Organization

"Honestly, I was surprised. So surprised that I almost lost my voice."

Night had fallen, and when the sun opened its eyes again, Mattia whispered in the office.

Murphy forced his sleepy eyes open and turned his gaze back to the map in his hand that depicted the surrounding environment of Crossmaria.

At the same time, he used the energy he forced out of his brain to slightly dispel his sleepiness, moved his lips, and asked in a somewhat strange voice: What?

Perhaps because he was too tired, he didn't really understand what Mattia said just now.

"I already understand your nature. If anything were to happen, you would step towards danger without hesitation."

In Murphy's opinion, this was a rather harsh statement.

But he thought that he was not as warlike as Mattia said.

Rather, if possible, he didn't want to get involved in unnecessary battles.

However, he did remember that he had stepped onto the battlefield for some extremely willful purposes.

Murphy, aware of this, shrugged. He didn't refute, but just muttered something in response.

"It's not that I don't understand what you're trying to say, but there's nothing to deny."

So, how should the Free City respond to this alliance's invitation?

It’s actually very simple, the answer comes out immediately.

Madia turned her gaze to the parchment in front of her and made a sound.

Meanwhile, the pen dipped in ink continued to fly.

It's really smart to combine speaking and work into one thing.

Thinking of this, Murphy exhaled the cold air he had inhaled into his lungs back into the office.

Oh, my lips are so cold.

"Well, anyway——accepting the alliance, I guess this is how I'll respond in the end."

Yeah, it's very simple.

Crossmaria and the Church of Heraldry's response to Belphein has yet to be determined.

But as for Murphy personally, he has made his decision.

Of course, reject the alliance.

This answer is completely opposite to what I just said.

However, this is an obvious trap, even with the magic mark.

If a person bows his head to someone, it is only because he has nothing left and has nothing else to rely on.

But what about Belphine now?

Although they still have enough spare strength and are still in a position that can be considered advantageous, they are seeking refuge here.

How much faith do the rulers there truly hold? Or are they, at best, just the devil incarnate, spouting sweet words?

Then, regarding that city, the leader of Belphein, it couldn't be the former.

Absolutely, this is certain.

Murphy shrugged his shoulders and blinked at the ceiling, giving his tired eyes a little rest.

Of course, it wasn't just the eyes. The head also started to feel hot from long-term overuse, and the top of the head hurt as if it was about to be torn apart.

He deeply realized that wanting to quietly learn something from books was absolutely not in line with his temperament.

Whenever new knowledge enters the body, it takes a long time for the brain to swallow it.

If you swallow it without seasoning and chewing it repeatedly, your brain will not be able to accept it.

My brain is really quite slow.

If I had to find another reason, it would be that the map and icons that opened were quite accurate and contained a huge amount of information.

All I can say is that it is worthy of being a central city and a gathering place for materials from the East and the West.

The maps usually sold only show the main streets.

However, the map preserved by Crossmaria records in detail the streets from large to small and the ups and downs of the terrain.

Indeed, Crossmaria is a holy place for the Church of Heraldry, a place where culture and materials converge, and a gathering place for knowledge.

However, in order to make these things really work, I'm afraid I'll need a brain like Madia or Frodo.

With a snap, Murphy closed the map.

In any case, he didn't think he could go on.

When Madia saw him like this, she immediately pursed her lips as if in reproach and said:

"Oh, is it over already? This isn't good. I thought you finally understood the importance of learning and took the first step into some of the teachings of the Heraldry Cult."

This Saint Lady's eyes were clearly fixed on the parchment in front of her, but she was also closely monitoring what was happening here.

How annoying.

Hearing the hint of sarcasm in Mattia's words, Murphy could only sigh.

Indeed, those who want to absorb knowledge and apply for permission to read office books are right.