After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

His natural talents are far inferior to those of a hero.

She didn't have the aura that seemed to penetrate her whole body like Filia, nor did she have the talent that was difficult for ordinary people to reach like Frodo, nor did she have the brutal power like Eltis.

To put it bluntly, it's very mediocre, no different from Murphy.

Therefore, for Murphy, who was in awe of the majesty of those geniuses and immersed in them even to the subtlest part of his spirit, his self-confidence was very strange.

Moreover, just based on that one blow just now, Murphy understood.

Bruda's power hasn't changed much since before.

In a sense, this is only natural.

Bruda's talent is very similar to Murphy's.

That's why he teamed up with Murphy.

A genius will consider someone a partner, and he is a genius no matter what era he is in.

Although ordinary people yearn for genius heroes, the ones who stay by their side as companions will still only be ordinary people.

Yes, that's how it should be.

But why did Bruda take his own life so lightly? And why did he show such a confident expression?

Murphy didn't know the answer, he only knew one thing.

Myself, envious of that, no doubt, then.

——Hmph, ah!

Damn, it’s already this time and you’re still so envious.

I am a bastard, and I am indeed a petty person with no bottom line.

Murphy complained in her heart and swung her sword forward as if by reflex.

Yes, no signal.

It was just that moment when their breathing overlapped.

The sound of needles piercing the air and swords cutting iron echoed in the back alley.

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The mercenary city of Belphein has a completely different order from other cities.

For Belphein, who gathered many wild and rough people, it was an iron rule that must be followed.

That is, she is an absolute being.

In other words, she is the law.

The sound of iron friction echoed in the street.

The figure wearing steel armor, riding a horse-shaped magical beast, patrolling the territory.

She was too tall to be a woman, and had a slender figure, but she did not regard the steel wrapped around her body as a bother.

There is no change in his expression, and his pupils are relaxed as if he is looking up at the sky.

Who was the first to call her that?

As the only daughter of Lord Belphein, the protector of the city, and the one who holds the reins of the magical beasts, people call her this.

Iron Princess, Iron Believer, Belphein herself, Vistalinu Gorn.

His body was wrapped in steel, and in his hands he held the reins of a horse-shaped demon beast also covered in iron armor. Following behind him were several followers, striding proudly on the road.

The streets of Belphein, which are usually so noisy that it makes you deaf, will only become quiet at this time, and everyone will naturally give way.

Some people fear her, some people admire her, and some people stay away from her.

However, in order to avoid being involved, everyone will choose to get out of the way.

There is no doubt that she is the symbol of the city's rule.

The person who is truly responsible for substantive government affairs is, of course, her father.

But the person who has driven a wedge into the hearts and minds of the city's residents, making them dejected, is undoubtedly Vistalinu Ghosn.

The reason is simple. Vistalinu's existence is the embodiment of terror for the residents.

This city is governed by two wheels: the father, who is the brain, and the daughter, Vistalinu, who is the iron fist.

As for the horse-shaped monster that was considered a monster, as long as it chopped its hooves and made a sound, the criminals hiding on the trail would tremble on their backs as if being stroked by steel.

——Hmph, ah!

There was a clicking sound, reminiscent of weight, and the advancing horse hooves stopped.

A faint roar swept across the street.

Gangtie Ji's hazy eyes gradually became clear.

What I just heard was undoubtedly the sound of iron biting against iron.

At least there were no blacksmith shops on this street.

Moreover, this is not the beautiful sound made by the blacksmith, but a somewhat muddy and unclear sound.

The residents on the street—the mercenaries—couldn't help but lower their heads and hold their voices.

No one wanted to meet Vistalinu's eyes.

Although it is easy to survive in the mercenary city of Belphein, it would be a different story if she noticed you.

——Being targeted by the Iron Princess.

Just such bad reviews will make life in this city very difficult.

Vistalinu remained silent, his ears pricked up.

She was sure that what she heard just now was the sound of iron biting against iron.

In order to eliminate the people who caused the disturbance in Belphein, Vistalinu, as a believer of iron, would never miss that voice.

Then Vistalinu gently pulled the reins to the right, turning the horse's head toward the source of the sound.

The servants following behind remained silent, as they also understood the situation.

In this city, Vistalinu is an absolute presence.

To dictate her course of action would be like leaning in front of an iron sword.

Chapter 16: Missing the Encounter

The sword in Murphy's hand drew a black line, touched Bruda's scalp, and then suddenly stopped.

No, he had to stop.

Because the needle hidden in Bruda's sleeve had already pierced slightly into his chest.

Now, neither of them can move.

Because if they take one more step forward, both of their lives will be lost.

And in the gap of time, a sudden voice sounded in the back alley.

"—Both parties should immediately lay down their weapons. Even if you are foolish, you should know that this is the best course of action."

It was a voice so heavy that it seemed to make the air itself heavy.

There was no doubt that the voice was directed at Murphy and Bruda.

Honestly, the sound is really overwhelming.

Because after hearing that voice, Murphy even felt that the breath coming out of his mouth became heavier.

Moreover, he felt that this sound, which seemed to be able to pierce through the back beam, sounded somewhat familiar.

After just a brief recollection, he knew why he felt familiar with the voice.

Because this was the voice he had heard here before, the voice of the Iron Princess Vistalinu.

Things are looking very bad for Murphy.

Or rather, it is really inappropriate.

If Vistalinu noticed me here, that would be the worst case scenario.

Because if that were the case, no matter what Murphy wanted to do in Belphein, her eyes would always be following him.

For Murphy, the situation must not develop into this.

He knew very well that taking up arms here was not a wise move, and it was definitely not the choice he should make.

The same goes for Bruda. For him, who has Belphine as his base, there will be no good results if he goes against the Princess of Steel.

"Are you a mercenary or a wanderer? Don't waste your time in a place like this."

Iron Princess' words were spoken with an unquestionable tone.

Of course, what Murphy and Bruda should do now is not to resist her words, but to lay down their weapons here and swear to her that they will not do anything wrong again.

Yes, what matters now is not whether Iron Princess is right or not.

The most important thing now is that the other party is the lord's only daughter and a member of the upper class, while the two of them are undoubtedly lowly commoners.

In other words, no matter whether they are right or not, they should kneel down to her.

Because they are the ruled, while people like the Iron Princess Vistalinu are undoubtedly the rulers, that's all.

Having said that, Murphy suddenly remembered that the same thing seemed to have happened when he went to Belphein before.

He still clearly remembered the calm and contemptuous look in Iron Princess's eyes at that time.

But there's nothing I can do about it, that's just the way it is.

Class itself is power and something that cannot be subverted.

Perhaps it’s because there are many people around him who respect him even though there is a huge difference in social class between them.

Anyway, Murphy had completely forgotten about it recently.

Now, in this situation that is almost the same as before, for a moment, Murphy and Bruda looked at each other.

And then, just like that, without blinking, the two men slowly and silently lowered their weapons.

This is the right action to take.

"Very well. Both of you, please do not engage in unnecessary quarrels in Belphein—that is how the wanderers defile Belphein."

No wonder, it seemed like she didn't even bother asking the name of the place, and didn't seem to care about the appearance.

However, this rough approach was just right for Murphy, otherwise his plan would have completely collapsed.

That's exactly what I want, great, that's how it should be, no problem.

should be.

That's clearly what I thought.

Despite this, unconsciously, my heart seemed to generate a heat that was almost melting me.

Murphy's nails dug into the palms of her hands, and her spine seemed to be on fire, and even the blood flow in her body seemed to speed up.

humiliation.

Oh, how humiliating.

Now I feel like a rat washed up on a dark and cold shore.

My body was stripped of its dignity, my whole body was frozen, but the feeling of shame was steaming from my heart.

Iron Princess, Vistalinu doesn't see us.

She believed deep down that our fight was insignificant and meaningless.

In other words, no matter how much self-esteem she and Bruda had staked on the stakes, no matter how determined we were to wield the sword, she didn't care.

But, wasn't it precisely to never again experience such humiliation that I came back? Wasn't it so that no one could ever again trample upon me that I came here?

Despite this, he still bowed his head to the daughter of the lord of this city.

Ah, must thank her.

I have come to understand that in the end, I still got nothing.