After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

Mattia responded immediately.

As always, her piercing gaze remained unchanged.

I’m convinced, really.

What's wrong with Her Highness the Saint today? She seems to have no intention of giving up. The situation is very serious.

But, it is true that I cannot say that I am full of confidence and pride.

But that doesn't mean that I can't do anything, and I'm not standing here with nothing.

Yes, Murphy had understood.

He held the hands of Feliya Reinhard, who was once his admired figure, and Frodo Volgograd.

In the free city of Crossmaria, a decision was also made with the brave Ames Castina.

Then, in the hanging garden of Gasalia, he passed the Elf King - Finn Lagias and finally stood here.

Isn’t all of this a very glorious achievement for myself?

It's unbelievable. Just this alone should make me feel satisfied. It's not a bad idea.

But, despite this,

"I can't help it. I yearn for and long to be a hero. I might be considered a fool, but this is why I came here."

No matter when, I always look at the hero's back.

As they walk on the glorious path, they naturally hold glory in their hands.

How much can those backs make people yearn for and attract people?

Even though I know I don't have their talents, they are still the ones I admire.

Because of this, no matter what achievements we make or how much progress we make, we can never be satisfied.

Once your heart is satisfied with this, your steps will definitely stop there.

In this way, it is certain that you will never be able to keep up with them.

So that's how it is. This heart has been ignited in the deepest part of my chest.

During their journey to save the world, the heroes took the heart away.

Ames Kastina, Filia Reinhardt, Vlado Volgograd, Eldis, etc.

And there is the person he loves - Ella.

The spirit that resided in this body has been torn apart, decomposed, and disappeared without a trace.

However, despite this, I still yearn for them.

"—I'm feeling uneasy, Saint Madia. If you have confidence and dignity, you'll stop there, right? And for a small person like me, that's where it'll end, right?"

So, in the final analysis, self-confidence, pride, and the reason why I can't have it are probably this.

Once a mortal realizes they have something, they guard it stubbornly.

If you become conceited about your own worth, you will never move forward from that point on.

You are still far away from being a hero, and you haven't gained anything yet - if you don't remind yourself of this, your feet will definitely stagnate.

Rather, if you don't put yourself in danger, you will think that you can't even do the work of a mortal.

Therefore, the reason for taking action regardless of danger is to value the result of rationality's own justification for itself.

—I'm scared. I'm afraid that if I stop, I'll end up like that again, back to my old self.

Seeing Murphy's stubborn look, Mattia's cheeks trembled for a moment.

Then, he smiled, his lips moving slightly.

"I know. I know that's who you are."

For some reason, when Madea said this... yes, something like shyness appeared in Murphy's heart.

Looking back, why on earth did I want to vent such embarrassing emotions to her?

Although you should respond to her sincerely, there is no need to let her see your inner feelings.

What? What were you doing just now?

It's so embarrassing, so shameful.

Ahh, seriously, please stop that weird smile.

Murphy always felt a little embarrassed, so she turned her face away, just like when she shook off Mattia's hands.

Then, this time it wasn't the cheeks, but the neck.

Mattia's arms were hanging around Murphy's neck, as if Mattia was hugging him.

What, what’s going on?

"—Accept it. You must. Don't worry, when you are about to stop, I will definitely hold your hand. Management is my way of existence."

"So, don't worry, be proud of yourself."

The voice whispering in my ear was exceptionally gentle and full of emotion.

Management, although it’s not very clear, but she is worried about me.

Seriously, it turned out like this, it's so pathetic.

But no wonder, this is what is called a saint.

Thinking of this, Murphy took a deep breath and spoke.

"—Is that okay? If I had confidence and pride, I might have become a king or noble."

Murphy said this with a smile, neither joking nor perfunctory.

He just felt that such lines were more suitable for him, that's all.

Then, Mattia's slight laughter reached Murphy's ears.

In an instant, Murphy's eyes blinked slightly.

Although it was unexpected and I didn't pay much attention to it, the carriage that had just stopped by the side of the road suddenly drove away with a kick of its horses' hooves.

There was nothing special about it. Horse-drawn carriages driving on the main road were a common sight and nothing worth writing about.

Just for a moment, Murphy thought she seemed to see the white hair in the window.

That was the color I was used to seeing before.

——Ella!

Impossible, she should be at the Cathedral headquarters now, there is no way she would come to a place like this.

In an instant, Murphy's heart unconsciously denied his own thoughts.

But why?

His heart, which should have calmed down, suddenly began to beat strangely.

Chapter 24 The Songstress's Sobbing

My brain felt like it was stabbed by a sharp knife, and my head was splitting with pain.

Starting from the carriage, the pain continued from beginning to end.

Since the moment I saw Murphy's figure, the pain has never stopped.

In the guest room of the lord's mansion, Ella closed her eyes and adjusted her breathing to relieve the pain in her brain.

She took a deep breath of air into her lungs and exhaled it again.

After repeating this three times, the pain finally eased.

So far, Ella has not experienced any such symptoms.

Whether in the orphanage or in the cathedral, the most he had ever suffered from were some minor illnesses, and they were all minor problems that would heal quickly.

This was the first time Ella had experienced such a sudden and sharp pain, as if her brain was being torn apart.

Was that the reason? Was it because that sight was truly unbearable?

Subconsciously, a scene appeared in Ella's mind as she was in pain.

——The scene of Murphy hugging a strange woman.

Of course, Ella also understood that she had no right to comment on Murphy's life.

No matter who he likes or hates, I won't interrupt because I don't have the qualifications to do so.

Moreover, up to now, Ella still hasn't figured out her own feelings.

What exactly did she think of Murphy? How did she feel about him? Ella still hadn't figured out questions like these.

But she knew that she and Murphy had been childhood sweethearts from the very beginning.

We have always lived together and have become accustomed to it. It seems that there is no special feeling between us.

That is what we call a family.

Staying together is a matter of course.

To him, Murphy is sometimes a stubborn younger brother, and sometimes an older brother who takes the initiative to stand in front.

I think that for Murphy, I must be the same.

Yes, that’s what Ella thought at the beginning.

So, when did the change occur?

Was it during those cruel days in the cathedral? Or those irreplaceable days in the orphanage?

No, that's not right.

As expected, for me, the night before I came to Murphy's house to avoid the hero leaving the church was the day when everything changed.

Or was it even earlier than that, on the day the agreement was made?

Human beings are creatures that can sometimes undergo tremendous changes in their spirit just by a single memory.

That's what Ella thought, at least for her, that day was a turning point.

Ella thought that if Murphy had been able to live a glorious life as an adventurer when she left the orphanage to become independent, she would have become uninterested in herself.

If this is true, then apart from sadness, he will definitely not feel any dissatisfaction, because he has lived a life that can be called happy.

But he didn't leave.

It's as if he has no idea about my mood here, and it can be said that he is with me almost every day.

And how many times had the memories of living together become my support during my life in the cathedral?

That gentle touch has healed my wounds many times.

Whenever she thought of this, Ella felt a very warm feeling in her heart.

But at the same time, she also knew that her other feelings for Murphy were slowly settling in her heart.

It was a sticky, weird feeling. If I had to describe it with a color, it would definitely be black.

Not only was it not warm at all, but it was so cold that it almost froze people.

And just like that, it still exists in my heart.

It would be better to say that the terrible emotion is growing all the time.

After all, what should I do?

Originally, Ella believed that no matter what kind of person she became in the future, Murphy would come to greet her one day.

With this belief in mind, she chose the path of a Saint Candidate without any hesitation.

But now, my head hurts.

Confusion filled my chest.

If I had known this would happen, I would have escaped from the cathedral earlier.

In that case, I could come to Murphy without any worries, and maybe even live with him as an adventurer.

Just as this delusion began to fill her head, suddenly, a question flashed through Ella's mind.