After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

Come to think of it, Murphy's face, which usually likes to be looked away, has only been seen from the front a few times.

When it was time to spit out the words, Mattia's throat suddenly blocked.

Shame flooded back into my heart.

Mattia opened her lips several times, then chose her words and spoke.

"I don't know if you remember. But I do remember that you saved my life in Crossmaria."

This is an unshakable fact.

Mattia was both grateful and resentful about this.

In fact, it is true that complicated emotions are still swirling around this point.

"The same is true for Heraldry itself. You have been saving it. Whether it's Heraldry or Saint Madia. Without you, it might no longer exist. In other words, you are my blessing."

But, precisely because of this, I have to say it out loud.

You saved others, but now you continue to say things that belittle yourself. That is rudeness beyond modesty.

"Is this okay, Murphy? You have nothing, so it should be easy to think like this? Just indulge in sentimentality."

Slowly, tell him.

Convey your thoughts to him.

It was like teaching, conveying it word by word.

Not just with the voice, but also with the sight and the warmth of the hand on the cheek.

Mattia knew very well that this sentence did not apply to her.

However, if this body is called "Saint", I must perform it brilliantly even at this time.

"But please remember, this is by no means a dangerous path. The so-called dangerous path is the path of holding on to everything and striving to move forward. Murphy, you should be proud of yourself, right?"

"Or is it better to choose the path of not taking anything with you?"

In the end, Mattia gently let go of this sentence and fell silent.

However, during this silence, Murphy did not look away, but stared at Mattia.

What was reflected in his eyes was neither confusion nor hesitation, but a different color.

The sound of horse hooves echoed through the streets at dusk.

Chapter 20: The Jokes Between the Plunderer and the Songstress

The mercenary city of Belphein is ruling smoothly by turning two wheels.

One of them is naturally the Iron Princess Vistalinu Gon, who can be said to maintain the city's law and order through her terror.

Then, the other wheel is her father, Mordo Gon.

This is the current lord of Belphein, a talented man who developed Belphein into a huge city with many mercenaries.

However, contrary to his great achievements, Mordo's appearance does not look that good.

His obese body has now become unkempt, and his face with thick lips can hardly be described as handsome.

He was short, and his arms, which had been well-trained during his mercenary days, had now become like those of an obese businessman, with all the muscles long gone.

Judging from his appearance alone, it is impossible for anyone to have a good impression of Mordo.

But only the eyes were different.

On that face formed by many layers of fat, only the pupils were shining brightly.

Relying on the desire and ambition in his eyes, Mordo seized the position of Lord Belphein, or more accurately, replaced the position of Governor.

He was not of noble birth, but he was not poor either.

The middle class's status as someone who relies on no one has shaped Mordo's way of life.

He has no status and cannot hold public office and govern like noble people.

Even if they wanted to make a living by begging like the poor, they were restricted by their subtle birth in the middle class.

Mordo originally aspired to become a shoemaker, so he joined the guild.

But after hearing that in order to become a craftsman allowed to deal in high-end goods, one must have the corresponding status, he immediately resigned.

It can be said that since his youth, Mordo has had great ambitions in his eyes.

The party that unilaterally seizes, and the party that is unilaterally seized.

It was precisely because Mordo spent his childhood calmly observing the two in this gap that he had such ambition.

In other words: I must be the one who seizes, it is this simple and straightforward desire.

Noble men have no such ambitions, for they are by nature takers.

And the same goes for the poor, because they are born to be plundered.

The result of this mixture of ambition and desire was that he eventually reached out to the profession of mercenary.

The name of mercenary sounds nice, but most of them are not much different from bandits or robbers.

It is better to say that mercenaries are people who eat the wages from their employers and the looted items when they raid villages.

When young Mordo decided to become a mercenary, it was a cruel era with frequent wars.

The era when the second and third sons, who could not survive in the countryside, had to change their weapons from hoes to swords in order to survive.

So even though he had no combat experience, it was easy for him to become a mercenary at that time.

During his time as a mercenary, many people looked down on Mordo and laughed at him when they saw his cowardly look, and even bet on when he would escape.

Mordo still remembers these things very clearly.

So, when those people went to the battlefield for the umpteenth time, Mordo took advantage of the chaos and smashed their heads from behind, while he cleverly pretended to be dead and survived.

Even Mordo himself did not expect that being a mercenary was his natural calling.

then.

——I want to be the one who plunders.

Moldo, who was pregnant with what could be called belief and obsessive desire, was braver than anyone else on the battlefield, rushed to the front line earlier than anyone else, and started plundering faster than anyone else.

Looking back, that period was perhaps the most glorious time for Moldo.

While working as a mercenary, he met a man who could be called a close friend, and also had a woman he liked.

There is no doubt that a refreshing spring breeze must have been blowing through his heart at that time.

However, it was also Mordo's desire that destroyed all of this.

Because of his own desires, his best friend and the woman he loved died. After that, did he regret it or not? Moldo couldn't figure it out.

However, through repeated betrayal and plunder, Mordo, who had made many contributions as a mercenary, unknowingly became the leader of the mercenaries.

In this way, he gained status.

In the end, he even seized the position of lord of the city of Belphein.

Although there was certainly a lot of luck involved along the way, the biggest reason for success was still Moldo's ambition.

However, even so, even at this point, the desire to host someone in his eyes still did not disappear.

Rather, it was as if more firewood had been added to the fire.

"The great sinner...a man who looks like Murphy, huh?"

In the living room of the lord's mansion, Mordo asked his men loudly.

This isn't a suitable place to hear reports, but because the situation is urgent, we have to make do with it.

"Yes, although the attire has changed, the appearance and physique match."

The subordinate who answered this question was someone Mordo trusted very much.

Although he is a bit too honest, if we have to appoint an on-site commander, there is definitely no man more suitable than him.

It was because of this trust that Mordo asked him to be the supervisor of his daughter Vistalinu.

When he said there was an urgent report, it was not random intelligence, but intelligence with a certain degree of accuracy and precision.

Mordo rubbed his lips with his fat fingers.

Thoughts formed a vortex in his mind.

Can he, who can be said to be a general of the Heraldry Cult, really sneak into Belphein so easily?

The great sinner Murphy is undoubtedly the core of the Heraldry organization.

This can be clearly understood through the letters exchanged between Belphine and Crossmaria.

In this case, this land is not a place he should easily step into. Coming here is simply courting death.

However, Moldo also understood from his experience as a mercenary that there would occasionally be people who did not play by the rules.

There are always such weird people in the world. They are obviously generals in the military, but they will personally ride horses to observe the enemy camp.

And for some reason, such people always find it difficult to die.

"Until we can verify the authenticity, keep a close watch. If it's a fake, we can consider it a test from the Heraldry Cult. There's no need to rush."

The clues are very simple, but it is indeed possible that the Heraldry Church deliberately sent an imposter with similar facial features here to test our actions.

At least, this possibility seems much greater than the general himself directly breaking into the enemy camp.

In that case, you must act with caution.

After all, if it is not handled properly, it may lead to complete hostility between Belphein and the Church of Heraldry, and it is possible that all the forces of the Church of Heraldry will flock here.

For Mordo, although the Heraldry Cult is an opponent that can be defeated, he does not want Belphein to face it alone.

If that happens, the loss will be too heavy.

If possible, try to minimize your losses and maximize your gains.

Therefore, if one wants to be completely hostile, it must be done after the Witch or the Arch-Sinner, one of the two sharp corners of the Heraldry, or even both, are broken.

Before that, just wait for an opportunity to create conflict among them and fish in peace.

Mordo is old, so he has lost the courage to be the first to cross the front line, and instead has become cautious and cunning.

However, Mordo believed that this was by no means inferior to that momentum.

Rather, as one grows older, one's sharpness will inevitably wane.

If you rely solely on brute force, you will be surpassed by young people sooner or later.

Since you are old, you must master the corresponding fighting methods.

"Also, check if there's anyone who's actually seen Murphy. If there is, bring that person along—"

"—Then let me go."

The gentle voice caressed his ears, and not only the honest subordinate, but even Mordo's back couldn't help but tremble.

In this situation, the owner of the voice lowered his head to express disrespect, but his face was full of smiles.

Silky, spotless skin, shiny white hair, and deep black pupils that radiate a captivating glow.

His figure is in no way inferior to the holy robe he wears.

She is said to be a candidate for the Saint, but the aura she exudes can already be regarded as that of a real Saint.

The true identity of the owner of this voice is the singing saint - Ella.

Although it was a deception, for Belphein, who was currently negotiating with the Church of Heraldry, welcoming people from the Cathedral at this time... to be honest, it was not ideal.

Because we still don't know where the people from the Heraldry Cult are right now, listening intently and watching this side quietly.

If one is not careful, the plan may be completely overturned[1].

However, if the divine revelation is used as a shield, and it is the request of the candidate for the Saint, then even Mordo will be helpless and he cannot refuse.

But because of the need to consider the plan, Ella was not on a public visit now. She was just a private guest and was hosted by Mordo in the lord's mansion.

Ella's loving voice once again touched Mordo's ears.

"I'll go. Unfortunately, I don't know the true appearance of the witch - but because of a connection, these eyes know the appearance of the great sinner Murphy."

The tone of her words was cheerful, as if she were watching a comedy.