After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

It's not just the courage she displays at work, but also her abilities that are somewhat unhuman.

It only takes one look at her working to understand how Saint Matthias can grasp the general direction of events just by looking at the beginning of the story.

It is not known whether this is due to the wisdom she has accumulated so far or her innate talent.

However, this ability is one of the reasons why Madia can handle government affairs with efficiency beyond human limits.

It is understandable that this powerful ability to see the big picture from the details is her greatest strength, and it is also an ability she must have as a ruler.

Because of this, Mattia should not be here, but should continue to stay in Crossmaria.

After all, no matter how outstanding a mortal is, he can never compare to a genius.

In other words, there is no one who can replace her.

The so-called ability to hold on for a while is really just a temporary solution.

The current Crossmaria and the Cult of Heraldry would be so fragile that they would not even be able to stand if they lost their pillar, Madia.

If anything unexpected happened to her in Belphein, everything would be over.

Besides, the spies sent by Belphein should have already infiltrated Crossmaria.

If those guys found out that Saint Madia was no longer there, no one knew what would happen.

...Oh, that's terrible.

Why on earth did you come here? This guy.

Unpleasant thoughts unconsciously emerged in Murphy's mind.

So, he gritted his teeth in hatred, touched his chin with his hand, and asked.

"I didn't want to ask... ahem - why are you here? After all, this is the last place you should be."

Then, before Murphy finished speaking.

A malicious smile suddenly appeared on Mattia's calm face, and she spoke.

"So, tell me—why did you come here? And you didn't tell anyone… or me, and you came here alone?"

Oh, I knew it, I knew I would be asked this question.

So, I didn’t want to ask.

Murphy bit her lip and tried hard to find words, but she couldn't say anything.

He didn't rely on Filia or Frodo, but only on himself to prove himself. How could he say such a ridiculous thing?

So, Murphy unconsciously looked away and forced herself to change the subject.

"...I'm different from you, right? We have completely different positions. Even if someone like me dies, there are still many people who can replace me, but——"

Murphy believed that there was nothing wrong with what he said and it should be completely correct.

After all, he was just a guest general to the Church of Heraldry.

The existence of a guest general, whether dead or alive, will not have any impact on many people in the organization, nor will it affect the overall situation.

On the contrary, Madia is special.

If she disappears, the Church of Heraldry will never be able to stand up again.

However, how could she, who has always been smart, not know about this?

“—No, that’s not the case.”

However, just as Murphy was thinking and saying those correct words.

Mattia suddenly stopped, turned to him, and interrupted him, who thought there would be no problem with the conversation.

The gaze was so strong that it seemed to pierce through her body, causing Murphy to stop moving, as if she was frozen in place.

And the gaze that should have been moved away seemed to be attracted, and unconsciously stared into the depths of Mattia's pupils.

As people walked on the street, Murphy and Mattia's eyes overlapped and they looked at each other.

"Murphy, you must remember and never forget."

The intersecting sights are getting closer and closer, and when the distance is so close that even their breathing overlaps.

Mattia said in a voice that only Murphy could hear.

"If I die, the Gospel War will end, that's true. But, Murphy, if you die, this war can no longer continue."

Murphy didn't understand the meaning of this sentence very well, or rather, he couldn't understand it at all.

And how should one respond to these words and tones that ring true wherever they are?

Murphy couldn't figure out this problem.

Chapter 19 My Gospel

"If I am the crown that guides everyone, Murphy, you are the sword, and you are irreplaceable."

It was evening, the sparsest time for pedestrians on Belphein's main road.

If time passes a little later, the mercenaries who have finished their work will flock in.

In response to Mattia's words, there was a brief silence.

Facing Murphy who seemed a little overwhelmed, Mattia showed an expression as if to say that there was nothing she could do to him.

Of course I know that saying such things will make Murphy uneasy and speechless.

But these words must be spoken now.

Murphy is incomplete.

This is how Madea knows Murphy.

Incurable, morbid, stubbornly using a file to shave off a corner of his soul.

Mattia didn't know why or what exactly happened.

However, none of this matters to her.

What Murphy needs now is not to have her past explored, but to be given something to fill the missing part.

Just as Ann had a slight sense of Murphy's essence, even though Mattia didn't have a deep understanding of him yet, she began to discover something close to his essence.

"The crown and the sword are meaningless when separated. Both represent royal power. If one stumbles, the other will collapse."

There are only two ways: to coexist or to be destroyed.

As she moved her lips and moved her body closer to Murphy, Mattia felt something itchy running on her back.

Not suitable.

Mattia felt that it was inappropriate for her to say sweet words of concern to others no matter how she thought about it.

Especially towards Murphy, he has always been sharp-tongued towards her.

Despite this, at this moment, the words came out of his lips involuntarily.

What a shame.

This was undoubtedly a feeling of shame, which was gnawing at Mattia's heart at this moment.

Of course, it is easy to say these words if they are just for show.

We have long been accustomed to comforting and caring for others out of calculation.

If it's just that level, any amount can be handled.

But what I am saying now is not just polite talk.

Madia opened her mouth and uttered words amidst her emotional turmoil.

Her face seemed to be illuminated by the afterglow of the sunset, and gradually became flushed.

This is my first experience.

So far, I have only had the experience of speaking as a saint while wearing a saint mask.

Because of this, it’s hard to come up with words immediately once the mask is off.

But even so, words that shocked Mattia herself now surfaced in her mind one after another.

"Ahem...ah—but there's no need to come to a place like this. I'd be safer on my own."

The helpless words slipped out of Murphy's throat in a distressed manner.

It's more of a cover-up than an excuse.

Inadvertently, Mattia's lips moved slightly.

"No, it's more dangerous for you to be alone. You like dangerous roads, don't you? Whether it's in Crossmaria or Gasalia, it feels like there's always danger around you."

This was true in the duel at Crossmaria, and also in the reckless solo action at Gasalia.

In any case, what Murphy did was a reckless act of disregard for his own life and had nothing to do with the word safety.

"I see. A dangerous road, huh?... Indeed. But even so, I managed to return safely..."

"You're the only one who can describe that as returning safely."

Mattia's lips moved of their own accord.

"So-called peace only means your life is safe. You always come back covered in wounds. It's almost become a habit."

So far, that hasn't mattered.

Even if Murphy acts alone, gets injured, and is covered in blood, if it is beneficial to the Church of Heraldry, then let him do as he pleases.

It would be better to say that the final outcome is to sacrifice heroically after achieving success.

In this way, whether you become a hero or a deity, you can do whatever you want.

After death, even the bone marrow can be used.

Originally, this was what Mattia thought.

But now, it's different.

At least, it wasn't the same for Madia.

"You, you love to get into danger without even realizing it. I'm sure someone else, or someone else, has said this to you. Remember it?"

There’s really nothing I can do.

As Madea immersed herself in it, she grabbed Murphy's shoulders and pulled him over.

It was an action that left no room for discussion and was performed with a resolute attitude.

"—I understand. Your advice is very clear to me."

Murphy nodded, then looked away a little awkwardly and gently pulled Mattia away.

Now that you know, there's no need to distance yourself.

Thinking of this, Mattia pursed her lips.

Besides, you will never understand.

Even after I said so much, you still don’t know how to cherish yourself.

This can be seen from their actions after arriving in this city.

When Madia was gathering intelligence on him, she easily found out his location.

It was this ease that made Mattia feel even more uneasy.

How insensitive is that person to his own existence?

It’s not so much that he despises himself, but rather that he feels deep down that no one cares about him at all.

Obviously, Filia, Frodo, and even the elf princess Eldis admired him.

Moreover, what I just said is the same. I can’t believe it.

Mattia knew that now was not a good time for dialogue and that she should prepare to evacuate Belphein as soon as possible.

but,

"Murphy, I'll say it again. Remember it and don't forget it."

Mattia placed her hands on Murphy's averted face, turning it toward her so that she could look at him.