After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

Ella's wide black eyes were as warm as her eyelids.

A dull pain began in the center of my brain, and then slowly spread throughout my entire brain.

He is in front of my sight.

Murphy, my childhood sweetheart who grew up with me, lived with me, and promised to meet again.

He was right there, right now, right where he could be reached by just jumping off the carriage.

Even so, Ella's feet seemed to be rooted to the ground and she couldn't move. Her throat was spasming and she couldn't even make a sound.

In the mercenary city of Belphein, the great sinner Murphy might have already set foot there.

When Ella first heard those words, her heart beat in two ways as she arrived here following the revelation of Cassia, the goddess of the cathedral.

One is that, as a childhood sweetheart, Murphy might be able to meet again in this city, and the joy overflows from the bottom of his heart.

The other thing was that he was hesitant about what to do if his childhood sweetheart really joined the Church of Heraldry.

If Murphy is the enemy of the Cathedral, what actions should I take as the candidate for the Cathedral's Saint?

Should we treat them as enemies or as childhood sweethearts?

Should we ask him why he placed himself under the banner of Heraldry?

do not know.

Really, there are so many things I don’t understand.

Perhaps all the anxieties that have arisen in my heart so far are just groundless worries. If I go to the Kingdom of Leiden, Murphy may still show up in the orphanage.

So Ella decided to go and see for herself the man who looked like the sinner.

If that person was really the Mephi whom she knew, then no matter what position he was in, Ella planned to say this to Lord Mordo of Belphein.

——It’s all a misunderstanding. The wrong person was identified. He is not a serious sinner.

In that case, if Murphy is indeed a great sinner, then there is no doubt that he is blaspheming the cathedral.

As a candidate for sainthood, as a member of the cathedral, you can't do that.

But, but.

If, by any chance, his childhood sweetheart really belonged to the Church of Heraldry, then there must be a reason for it.

At least, the Murphy he knew would not have the character to commit such a heinous crime.

There were no signs of committing such a thing.

Moreover, he said that he would achieve great success as an adventurer and then come to greet him.

Therefore, Ella believes that if the person called the great sinner is really the same person as her childhood sweetheart Murphy, then he must have been maliciously exploited by someone.

If that's the case, I must reach out and save Murphy.

Let’s put aside the past, I am no longer just a little girl.

As a true candidate for the Saint of the Cathedral, she could even say a few good words for him.

If all goes well, maybe his life can be saved.

Yes, Ella sat in the carriage like this and thought about this question all the way.

However, the scene that came into her eyes made her give up thinking.

Ella could only feel her eyes shaking and her cheeks contorting.

On the streets of Belphein, among the sparse crowd, there was the figure of a childhood sweetheart.

So missed.

Just seeing that figure, Ella couldn't help but feel at ease.

I miss you so much that my chest feels like it's about to burst.

As soon as her pupils caught sight of the figure, Ella breathed a sigh of relief, and the sigh that had been accumulating in her heart overflowed.

Murphy, who hadn't been seen for a long time, looked more robust.

During the short separation, the other person also grew up.

I feel joy and a touch of loneliness about this matter.

Originally, these were the only emotions that emerged in Ella's heart, and that was all.

If Murphy hadn't been hugged by a woman whose name and appearance were unknown.

Her eyelids began to feel hot, and Ella's lungs and throat seemed to be tightened by someone. Her body curled up and breathing became difficult.

Who is that? Why does Murphy keep letting her hold him? And why is she in Belphein?

Don't know, don't know anything.

I don't want to know anything anymore.

Her feet were shaky and a shiver crept up her heels.

In Ella's mind, thoughts gradually melted away, and sticky emotions wavered, unable to form rationality. Only her brain could barely process the facts in front of her.

In the process of this seemingly far-fetched treatment, a doubt slowly emerged from the soil accumulated in my heart.

It's annoying, but something you have to think about.

Could it be true? Could it be that his childhood sweetheart was Murphy, the great sinner of the Cult of Heraldry?

There is no conclusive evidence.

Maybe it just happened to be in Belphein, and this possibility is indeed possible.

If they had just met by chance in this city, Ella would have regarded it all as a coincidence.

——And then, and then. The reason, the reason why he would stand on the side of the Church of Heraldry, wasn't it because of that woman?

However, the figure being embraced by a strange woman turned speculation into suspicion.

It's like a demon digging its fingers into the mud of thinking and stirring it.

The black eyes blinked slightly.

knew.

Murphy and I are not lovers, nor are we engaged.

I may have imitated her when I was a child, but to be honest, Murphy and I have always been just childhood sweethearts.

So, no matter what kind of relationship Murphy has with any kind of woman, he is free.

Ella's jaw ached, and she realized then that she had clenched her teeth.

The touch on his lips was something he had recalled many times during his training in the Cathedral.

It was a kiss I got from Murphy when we parted.

That, to Ella, was a symbol of redemption.

Living in the cathedral, he endured the constant invasion of loneliness and pain, and his nerves were stabbed by sharp knives every day.

How many times have I wanted to just get down on my knees and forget about it all?

How many times did the memories of Murphy save me every day like that?

If it weren't for that memory, that promise, I wouldn't be a candidate for the Saint.

Of course, at some point I would no longer be able to endure the cruelty of each day and would leave everything behind and run away.

So, it's nothing.

Correct.

It was because of what happened that day, and because of the agreement I made with Murphy, that I have persisted until today.

But now, he is about to let go of his hand.

At this moment, Ella realized that something in her heart had become corrupted.

—Then I will go with Murphy. Then you will be my bride.

——What, I, a man, will be the bride?

—Yes, that's all right. I'll be waiting for you, Murphy.

Ella's mind played these words over and over again.

Myself, and Murphy.

The two of them joked and made plans for that day in the future.

With her hands hanging on the window frame of the carriage, unable to stand up, Ella knelt there with her head lowered.

Emotions make the chest a mess and paint the happy daily life black.

No, I have clearly made the decision and sworn an oath.

In order to survive the harsh life in the cathedral and to keep his promise, he vowed to become a strong person.

Ella lowered her head and watched the carriage floor grow wet.

The speed at which she was getting wet was increasing, but she couldn't stop it.

——God, why did you lead me to this land? If I didn't know, there would be no pain.

Ella had no idea whether this was a prayer to God or a complaint.

But, some memories resurfaced on my lips.

Ah, that touch is so warm.

Chapter 23 Great Anxiety

—Murphy, it’s about time you started to feel proud of yourself.

Murphy's face was supported by his hands as he looked directly into the eyes of Saint Matthias.

The sound that came out of her lips as she selected the words was filled with strange emotions, which was not at all like her calm self.

It’s not that she doesn’t look like her, but rather that she had already lost her style when she made the decision to go to Belphein in person.

Besides, being told that she should be proud of herself... Murphy thought that this was probably how she would respond.

Just like usual, saying some perfunctory words must be the easiest.

It would be even more perfect if you could add a thank you note like "Thank you for your concern" at the end of the sentence.

However, my throat was so dry that I couldn't even utter these words.

Even though he wanted to push Mattia away from him, his hands couldn't move at all, and his eyelids were twitching as if they were paralyzed.

That won't work. You can't just make excuses and get away with it.

Looking at Mattia's shining eyes looking at this side, Murphy understood.

Every word she spoke now was sincere, unadulterated, and she spoke directly, expressing her true feelings to herself.

Really, not like her at all.

In this case, reaching out and pushing her away would be extremely inconsiderate and disrespectful.

This won't work.

With respect, respect should be shown.

If Saint Madia treats me with respect like this, I should respond with respect as well.

Thinking of this, Murphy's hands, which had been motionless before, began to move.

Those hands fell on Mattia's shoulders.

This time, he looked directly into Mattia's eyes.

"Why, do I look so undignified and lacking in confidence, Lady Saint?"

I can't say anything nice.

It's also difficult to cover up.

Perhaps, what was even more tragic was that the hands on Mattia's shoulders were shaking.

"Yeah, that's exactly what happened. I don't even know what it takes to be like this, Murphy?"