After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

It was a completely different smell from my own.

Bruda glanced towards the bed and found that Murphy still had her eyes closed.

Then, there was another huge sigh.

Why would I let someone like that stay overnight?

Not to mention men, even women have never lived there.

No, to be more precise, I have never thought about entertaining anyone.

So, why exactly?

Regardless, Bruda found it unbelievable.

It is precisely because it is my own business that I care about it so much.

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When Murphy slowly opened her eyes, Bruda was no longer in the room.

Rather than rising from the east, it would be more accurate to say that the sun is almost setting in the west.

Really, I slept for so long.

As he thought this, a yawn escaped from his mouth along his throat.

Murphy felt that it was not because he had accumulated too much fatigue, but just like in the past, he would occasionally be attacked by a strange sleepiness.

Then, last night, it was hard to say whether we had gotten the expected response from Bruda.

While thinking about these things, Murphy muttered "So that's how it is" and swallowed all the remaining rum in the glass.

Murphy didn't know what Bruda was thinking, nor why he didn't say it out loud.

Of course, he also understood that he was not yet trustworthy to Bruda.

Besides, the commission to overthrow the city of Belphein is not something that can be accepted easily.

So, I can understand.

Murphy could feel her stomach shaking gently, and there was a creaking sound from her internal organs.

It was a strange uneasiness, a sound beating in the heart.

Yes, Murphy now feels a strong sense of unease.

By now, he had indeed figured out some things.

That is, although he had not realized it before, subconsciously, he still seemed to be dependent on Bruda.

After all, he was once a good friend and a partner, and he was also the one who guided me forward.

No matter how you think about it, it's too dependent.

To be honest, it's really hopeless.

It was obvious that he came here alone to demonstrate his heroic qualities and what made him a hero, stepping on the ground with his own feet.

And these hands came to Belphein in order to gain something.

Despite this, I still rely on that guy unconsciously.

Oh, that's awful.

I am still the same as before, nothing has changed compared to when I watched Bruda die without helping him.

It's really disgusting.

Sure enough, people don't change easily.

What's more, entrusting Bruda with the task at this time, doesn't this in itself prove that nothing has changed?

Murphy's brain ached slightly, and the self-loathing made his heart ache. A twisted smile appeared on his face.

No, I feel like I'm hungover.

Today feels weirder than ever. It seems that nothing good will happen if I continue to stay in the room.

Just as Murphy was lost in thought, the door of the cheap inn suddenly creaked.

It looked like someone had knocked on the door just now, but I didn't seem to hear it.

"Guest. Your companions are waiting. Come quickly."

The hoarse voice of the old woman came from outside the door, which made Murphy, who already had a headache, feel a little irritated.

But, a companion? Maybe it's Bruda, which is really strange.

After all, he is the kind of person who would rather move forward alone than wait for others.

However, since he has been called, he cannot be kept waiting in vain.

Although I don’t know what kind of person I’m going to meet now and it’s dangerous to go out, Bruda is definitely going to go out for a drink.

But, forget it, drinking with him will make me feel better.

Thinking of this, Murphy walked out of the dirty room on the floor.

The so-called red-light district is a place where people don't care about furniture other than beds, so the wood of the floor and doors has rotted away.

And at night, there will be noises that make people unable to sleep.

Then it becomes clear why empty rooms are rented out cheaply.

Wearing his coat, Murphy yawned softly, his eyes narrowed into slits.

The figure standing at the door came into view.

Other than that, there was no one else who seemed to be waiting.

The old woman glanced over here secretly.

So that's how it is. Without a doubt, that must be the person waiting for me.

"You're really leisurely. Just like before, you ran out silently by yourself, and then slept in a place like this until now. It's really surprising."

That was her, with her long hair tied behind her head, her eyes unconcealed with a stern look, and a hint of a smile on her face.

No way, how could this happen...

Murphy couldn't help but have such thoughts in his mind.

Because, at this moment.

The head of the Heraldic Cult, their flag, and the figure of Saint Madia were all standing in the wrong place at the wrong time.

A brothel is a place that is totally incompatible with her.

But even so, she did not lose her brilliance, and the surrounding environment only highlighted her presence.

The moment Murphy saw that figure, he suddenly realized.

Now I seem to have encountered the worst situation.

Chapter 18 The Pillar

——Why are you here? No, before that, why did you come here?

Blinking unconsciously, Murphy's shoulders trembled and her heels tapped the ground nervously.

It was incredible. Although my mind was completely filled with doubts and questions popped up in my mind one after another, my throat couldn't make any sound.

Of course, his throat was indeed humming as if he wanted to say something, but in the end, all that came out of his mouth was a sigh.

Murphy couldn't help but kick the ground lightly, and the sand scattered everywhere.

In the blink of an eye, it was dusk, and Murphy and Mattia were walking on a street with few pedestrians.

After all, the two of them couldn't just stand in a brothel and talk. This wasn't a place where they could talk as if nothing had happened.

"You look like you're here. Fine, I'll tell you."

In front of the silent Murphy, Mattia seemed to be in a good mood and spoke softly.

Murphy looked at Mattia from the side. She had her long hair tied up, was wearing men's clothes, and her sharp eyes were shining.

I can't help but feel that she can now be called a beauty in men's clothing.

However, if you only look at that face, you'll find that she gives the impression of being more harsh than gentle.

It wasn't the cruelty that was exposed voluntarily like Filia's, but a feeling that seeped out from deep within.

"First, you're too conspicuous. I heard you had a conflict with the de facto ruler of this city yesterday. Foolish behavior is sometimes indeed precious, but most of the time it's just a waste of your own life."

It is indeed difficult for Murphy to deny this point.

Of course, he did not think of himself as a wise man. Rather, he felt that he was more stupid than anything else.

After all, in this city, in Belphein, there is no one who dares to disobey the Princess of Steel.

If there really is someone who dares to do that, then whether he likes it or not, he will probably leave a mark in people's memory.

This is especially true for newcomers like Murphy.

So that's it, is this the reason?

Is this incident like a rope tied around myself, pulling the Saint to my side?

However, it was indeed my fault. It was indeed a stupid thing.

Thinking of this, Murphy clenched his teeth again.

Then he shook his head gently and sighed in his heart.

But, there really is nothing I can do.

Even now, whenever I think of the way that Iron Princess looked down on others, I still can't help but feel angry.

Rather, I wanted to praise myself for my calmness in ending the counterattack with just one sentence.

"One more thing. I'm not just pretending. Lurking underground and gathering intelligence are my strengths. Besides, there are comrades who have already infiltrated here."

While saying these words, although Mattia's expression remained calm as usual, the light in her eyes always had a sense of pride.

Yes, indeed.

Her dignified manner, her long, neatly combed hair, and the occasional trickery in her choice of words and sentences were not the reason she survived to this day.

On the contrary, as a saint of the Heraldry Church, she was sometimes persecuted by people throwing stones at her, and sometimes she had to hide her identity to avoid danger.

Things like this have happened so many times that I’m afraid I can’t even count them all.

In fact, when I first met Mattia, she was also hiding in that underground temple.

Thinking about it this way, you can understand how strong Mattia is.

That doesn't refer to her physical strength, but rather to the unbreakable perseverance of Mattia's spirit.

Even in adversity and underground, she still possesses an incorruptibility that cannot be tarnished.

So that's how it is. For someone like me who has already been completely filthy, this is the only thing I can never learn.

There is no doubt that this is Mattia's own characteristic and the basis for her to become a saint.

However, that is not the case, and the current questions have not been completely resolved.

Looking at Mattia's calm face and the slightly raised corners of her mouth, Murphy slowly shook her head.

Of course, he now understood why Mattia knew where he lived, and this doubt had been completely resolved.

But he didn't want to ask why you knew this place.

But, why are you here, Lady Saint?

"...Throwing all the government affairs to An? He'll be resentful."

Murphy hesitated about what to say, and after racking his brains, he whispered this sentence.

Why are you here? He felt that asking directly like this would be inappropriate...

Rather than saying that, it would be more accurate to say that he already knew what kind of answer he would get if he really asked this question.

"That child, An and my trusted associates are not as incompetent as you think. Even without me... they can handle the affairs in a short time."

The implication of this sentence is that they can only deal with it.

Of course, from an outsider's perspective, Mattia looks like a devil when she works.