After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

Actually, originally, this was not a bad choice.

Rather, it would help the believers to reach a consensus under the premise that there are still many opinions that have not yet been reached.

After all, as long as there is a clear enemy, it can successfully capture people's attention and unscrupulously incite people's enthusiasm.

There is no greater opportunity for an organization.

But this is not a good approach right now.

In order to calm herself, Mattia exhaled softly, ran her fingertips through her long hair, and carefully tied it up.

Not good, very bad even.

Once the situation becomes tense, both sides will inevitably begin to look for spies and scouts sent by the other side into the city and execute them.

This will lead to a more radicalized hostile relationship.

As things stand now, both Madia and Belphein's leaders are, to some extent, turning a blind eye to each other's spies.

Because it is still in the initial stage, neither side has obtained important intelligence from the other.

So the first thing to do is to confirm each other's intentions so as to see clearly the direction of future actions.

Even if there is a dispute between countries, this step will not change anything.

Therefore, as long as nothing serious happens, it is unlikely that the spies can be eliminated now.

In addition, if we can hint at the possibility of an alliance with the other party first, the current situation can become more stalemate.

In this way, the life of Murphy, who has already sneaked into Belphein, can be slightly extended.

No... Is this what I expected?

Running her fingers through her hair, Madea narrowed her eyes slightly.

To be precise, Murphy is neither a spy nor a scout.

Now, she can be said to be one of the important figures of the Church of Heraldry.

If this is discovered, the enemy will most likely execute him immediately, knowing that doing so will worsen relations with this side.

So now, we still have to act quickly.

Madia's previous series of actions, including contacting Belphein's envoy in advance to show the possibility of forming an alliance, basically just established a buffer period.

For a period of time, neither side will choose to attack the other, but will observe each other's movements.

However, such a buffer period only puts the relationship between the two parties on thin ice, and it is unknown when it will collapse.

Even children can understand this truth.

In other words, if action is to be taken, it should be taken now.

Madia stood up from her seat, gathered her hair that was flying in the air, and finished the last part.

If you think about it carefully, you have a purpose for keeping your hair this long.

Long, beautiful hair is a sign of nobility.

In an area where such foolish ideas are prevalent, Mattia's beautiful long hair plays a big role.

And this hair will definitely come in handy in the future, so it cannot be cut off now.

It was for this reason that Mattia braided her long hair and wrapped it around the back of her head to avoid damaging it.

What kind of hairstyle does he like? Without any warning, this thought suddenly and naturally came to her mind.

"Excuse me, Saint Madia. The information from Belphein City has been sent back, and it seems there haven't been any major disturbances. Lady Madia?"

Ann walked into the living room holding the parchment, and suddenly her eyes widened as she stared blankly at Mattia.

For a moment, Ann blinked and his eyes wavered, as if he didn't know who was standing there.

Seeing Ann's expression, Mattia curled her lips as if she was amused.

"What's wrong, An? I just fixed my hair a little bit, why do you act like you saw a stranger? You see, it must be me, who else could it be but me?"

After saying this, Mattia shrugged her shoulders.

In fact, Madia has never shown such an attitude, either in public or in private.

Therefore, even Mattia herself felt a sense of disharmony when she looked at her reflection in the mirror.

For a moment, she even began to doubt whether this figure really belonged to her.

But this is more convenient.

"Ann, lock the door and get ready to put on my makeup. Office... Oh, the mirror is no longer usable."

Mattia adjusted her voice, then gave instructions to Ann and sat down on the chair in the reception room again.

Apart from the office, only this reception room has a larger fitting mirror.

If you want to dress up, this is the most convenient place.

However, after waiting for a while, Mattia did not get a response from Ann.

what is going on actually?

Thinking of this, Mattia blinked and turned her gaze to Ann.

There was the figure of An, with a pale face and slightly twitching cheeks.

Are you feeling unwell?

If that happens, we'll be in big trouble.

After all, no matter what, from now on, An must temporarily work as his agent.

"That... Saint, Madia. Of course, I will follow her instructions... But... why does she have to fix her hair and put on makeup...?"

This time, it was Mattia's turn to widen her eyes.

An is a very careful and smart person.

In other words, she is very sensitive to people's behavior.

In addition, this action is an inevitable result.

That's why Mattia felt incredible about the question just now. She thought An already knew it.

However, since An showed confusion.

So in order to resolve the other party's doubts, it is still necessary to give an answer.

Then, those words came out of Mattia's mouth simply.

She didn't seem shy, nor did she seem to want to hide anything.

"What are you talking about—I'm going to sneak into Belphein myself."

Hearing Mattia say this as a matter of course, An's pale face turned even paler.

It was as if the blood had been drained out of her, and her originally fair skin looked even paler.

"Saint, Madia. That... that won't do. Even I can't tolerate putting you in such danger!"

An's words of resistance are quite rare.

Mattia's lips trembled.

An is recognized by everyone as a believer in Matthias.

Therefore, even if it means putting his life and status in danger, An will always try his best to put Mattia's words into practice.

Even though she sometimes makes some suggestions, they are just additional opinions.

It is completely impossible for Ann to stand in opposition to Mattia in person like this.

In a sense, An is not a believer of the Church of Heraldry, but a follower of Saint Matthias.

Ann is now going against what Mattia said.

Mattia couldn't help but feel her heart beating violently.

The fact that something that had been impossible before her eyes was happening was so shocking that it made her spine tingle.

Although it was an unexpected reaction, Mattia could feel that her thoughts were still racing through her brain.

"——Ann, I understand what you said. And I'm very happy."

There was no doubt that this was what Mattia really said.

An, who had been following him until now, was now in conflict with him over his own affairs.

How many people can do this?

Many people can only lean on the big tree. If the tree shakes, they will just shake with it, unable to provide support or stop the shaking.

But An is different.

Sure enough, she possesses a rare talent.

He can always support his master from behind and give him advice from time to time.

These are all talents for assisting the king.

Therefore, Mattia did not hide her true feelings at all, but just kept weaving words.

"But there's no room for error. Murphy, if he were to sneak into Belphein alone, the crisis would escalate. I must go and bring him back myself."

Tears welled up in the corners of An's eyes.

Despite this, she still pursed her lips tightly, her brows still raised stubbornly.

"That's the only thing I can't do. It's true that he's in danger now, but there's still a chance we can find a general to replace him. And Saint Madia, you're the king! If you die, everything will end! Think about it... what does this mean... Please reconsider, please..."

Ann's voice turned into a cry, echoing in the living room, and Madea held her tightly to her chest.

At the same time, a loving smile and a mesmerizing expression appeared on Mattia's dignified face.

Chapter 14 The Taste of Venison

——Murphy, have you ever eaten "venison"?

That day, Bruda muttered to himself while wiping his long needle.

Murphy vaguely remembered that at that time, Bruda's tone was more relaxed than ever before.

But his sinister eyes were always staring at the needle.

However, although it is a needle, it is not a small thing used for sewing.

"How could that be? Isn't venison the food of the upper class? The most I can eat is chicken, which suits my current lifestyle."

Although that's what he said, for Murphy at that time, even chicken could be considered a high-end product.

So that sentence was the maximum vanity he could express at that time.

Looking back now, we can only say that the past is too painful to look back on.

Then, venison.

Even among the upper classes, only those known as nobles could enjoy it.

The nobles took full advantage of their privileges and raised hunting deer in their own territories.

If they found one, they would shoot it with a smile, and tasting the high-quality meat was the hobby of the nobles.

Lowly commoners like us were not, and are not, even permitted to use anything made of deerskin or antlers.

Deer are creatures that symbolize their identity and demonstrate their status.

Therefore, even clothes made of deerskin cannot be measured simply by money.

So, that guy Bruda actually dared to have such delusion?

"—Then it's settled. I must eat it with this mouth. I heard venison is so delicious it melts on your tongue, let's give it a try."

The moment Murphy heard those words, she felt something cold crawling up her back.

He still remembered himself at that time. When he heard these words, he began to look around involuntarily to make sure that there was no one around.

Of course, there couldn't be anyone there.

At that time, Bruda lived in a room in the red-light district and used it as his base.

During the day, everyone lives in a comfortable dream, and no one will return to this poor and hateful reality.