After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

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So theoretically speaking, when Bruda said those words, there must have been no one around.

However, Murphy still hopes that the other party can understand his feelings.

After all, if a noble heard of something like eating venison, he would be punished.

There is no doubt that the whipping will rain down.

Because the impression was so deep, Murphy still remembers herself at that time. She just opened her eyes wide and looked at Bruda with a very surprised look.

"I'm not even done with work, but I'm already daydreaming. If you're going to talk in your sleep, it's best to go to sleep now. If you're in a dream, then sleep talk isn't just talk anymore."

"Ka, haha! Alright. Did you see me being pushed to the bottom of the cliff after my failure?"

In response to Murphy's helpless teasing, Bruda simply responded with his signature optimistic laugh.

For Murphy, Bruda's strange optimism is the source of his troubles.

Why is Bruda so strong and so confident in himself?

For Murphy, who is far from self-confidence and self-esteem, Bruda's character is really puzzling.

In a sense, I'm envious.

But in another sense, it's very depressing.

"Of course I can see it, idiot. This is weird. How can you be so optimistic?"

At that time, Murphy just opened his lips, widened his eyes, and said this to Bruda.

These words miraculously remained in his memory.

And after that, Bruda's reply was also very clear in my memory.

However, to put it the other way around - all other words had already blurred in my mind.

At that time, Bruda, facing Murphy's words, just opened his eyes wide like him, stroked the brim of his hat with his fingers, and responded.

"——Of course, of course. With me here and you, Murphy, here too. How can we not win?"

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A line of silver crossed the space in the back alley.

Long needles, hidden in the shadows of back alleys, attempt to pierce flesh.

The most efficient way to use this weapon is to hide even the momentary flash and pierce the enemy's neck without them even realizing it.

This time, the opponent seemed to have followed this method, and naturally, the needle was thrown towards Murphy's vital points.

That was undoubtedly a matter of a moment.

If you make a wrong judgment, you will die on the spot.

It could even be said that the Grim Reaper had placed his white fingers on Murphy's chin.

Despite this, he seemed to still have time to think.

There are several reasons for this.

First of all, darkness will never be Murphy's enemy no matter what.

When it comes to his vision in the dark, he is confident that he can beat anyone.

Therefore, anything as small as a needle, or more precisely, anything as big as a needle, would definitely not escape his eyes.

Another reason is that Murphy knew the trajectory of the needle very well.

He twisted his body slightly and drew the sword from his waist with great momentum.

Although the name is Hero Killer, in this situation, all you need to do is break the needle.

Black flashes flickered in and out of the shadows of the back alley.

There was no skill involved, just a rough blow, yet it easily produced a sound that seemed to tear the sky apart.

The long needle that drew a line in the air made a sound after being hit and fell to the ground.

A needle that has lost its momentum and power is like a person with no way to go.

However, Murphy still had no time to breathe.

He just blinked and saw a flash of silver light at the edge of his vision.

Murphy twisted his wrist and raised the sword back into the sky.

Just, simply put the sword back to its previous position.

Then, the sound of iron and iron clashing once again filled the back alley.

Murphy finally caught his breath and exhaled deeply.

Then he immediately looked at the ground behind him.

I saw two long needles fall down and stick into the soil.

It's still daytime, this is really dangerous.

Murphy shook her head slightly, frowning.

Even he himself could not understand what was in his heart at the moment.

It's strange. I should feel terrified, anxious, or angry.

That's obviously normal.

Despite this, for some reason, the heart did not beat faster due to the restlessness of the body, and the blood flow was more normal than ever.

Yes, it's normal, no change from usual.

Rather, several thoughts raced through my mind: Should I ask for reasons? Or try to convince him? Or should I just tell him everything without holding anything back?

But I am afraid that all these constructive options are ruled out.

Only one thought remained in my mind.

——What the hell is this bastard!

Murphy's cheeks began to twitch.

It's like trying to smile, but a completely different expression appears on your face.

This is probably the situation he is in at the moment.

"It feels weird. Um... or rather, it feels terrible. The fact that they were able to take all those blows without a scratch would make even me feel a chill down my spine."

As he said this, Bruda shrugged and walked out of the alley with an unhappy look on his face.

He fiddled with his wide-brimmed hat with his fingers, as if feeling unwell.

The expression on his face was not so much one of frustration as it was one of amusement.

Ah, that's it, this expression.

Whether it's the willingness to not be humiliated even if a blow is seen through, or the questionable rationality of revealing oneself as an assassin,

Whether it's the ease of not feeling down even if his cards are seen through, or the awkwardness of being an assassin and then showing his true self.

"—Well then, Murphy, let's have another showdown. If it's a quick attack, I'm confident I won't lose."

And there's this kind of stupid calmness, really.

"——I hate places like yours the most."

It's this temperament, this calmness, that's what killed you, Bruda.

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"——I hate places like yours the most. In the past, and now."

Breath escaped his mouth and was forced back through clenched teeth.

Murphy turned sideways again and raised his sword at his waist.

After assuming his stance, his shoulders stopped moving.

The knees and arms stopped moving.

Not only that, even the entire body showed no signs of movement.

He knew that just this one move was enough to fundamentally stop the opponent's attack.

And Bruda also stopped his actions.

It was as if time had stopped around them, and both Murphy and Bruda stood still.

Saliva slid down his throat, and Murphy was sure that the outcome would be decided in an instant.

If you swing the sword and needle here and now, everything will be gone in the blink of an eye.

A cool breeze brushed Murphy's cheek.

On the surface, he didn't show any changes, but his heart was beating rapidly.

Looking at the current situation, Murphy couldn't help but want to ask the other party: Why did it become like this?

Even he himself didn't know about this.

But he was sure of it.

No matter where I go, I will still be as superficial as before.

There is nothing wrong with this matter itself.

After all, even if they held hands and entrusted their lives to each other in the past, they may not be able to move forward hand in hand again now.

Why hadn't I thought of that? The connections between people are really just this level.

After all, during the journey of salvation, Filia, Candice, and Eldis, who were on the opposite side of him, are now working hand in hand with him.

So, it would not be surprising if Bruda's position were reversed now.

Chapter 15 Belphein's Iron Princess

Even if we held hands and entrusted our lives to each other in the past, we may not be able to walk hand in hand again now. This is the limit of the connection between people.

So even if Bruda's position has reversed now, there is nothing to be surprised about.

Therefore, although Murphy didn't know why he was against Bruda here, he also didn't know what the opportunity was.

But in this case, there was only one thing he could be sure of.

That is, his former friend and partner, Bruda, is now clearly his enemy.

Moreover, he wanted to take this life, that was all.

Breathe, turn into white mist and rise into the sky.

"That's so weird, you say it as if you know me. Could it be that I'm a celebrity too?"

Bruda licked his lips and made a nostalgic sound.

However, as he said these words, he showed no signs of letting up.

And, at the same time, Bruda's eyes were filled with clear murderous intent.

The distance between us is already very close.

Murphy's sword can move Bruda's head and stab him directly into the heart.