After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

——If Murphy really belongs to the Church of Heraldry, then, as the Saint of the Cathedral, what is the purpose of being guided here by God?

With a clang, Ella felt as if her brain was hit by something.

Something surged up from deep in my throat, and my lungs spasmed, making breathing difficult.

The black pupils narrowed and finally closed.

God guided me to Belphein. In this case, God must be warning me and letting me play a certain role.

The ominous premonition in Ella's mind emerged in a disgusting form.

——So, the role I have to play is to punish the sinner Murphy with my own hands, right?

If that's the case, then I... Ella's pupils trembled and her slender fingers clenched.

I have a headache that won’t stop.

So, in order to completely cover up the pain.

A dark, sticky emotion awakened in Ella's chest.

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Vestarinu Ghosn, the Iron Princess, believes that dedication is about protecting something.

To this end, she wields a battle axe every day and undergoes high-intensity training that is difficult to describe in words.

As the protector of Belphein, she has ruled over this land since the day she was able to wield a weapon.

Sometimes he would commit violence, and sometimes he would pierce the heart of a troublemaker mercenary.

All of this is to protect his beloved father and the glory of Belphein built by his father.

Vistalinu believes that his way of existence is correct.

Protecting Belphein means protecting more people and more mercenaries.

She firmly believes that her actions have protected more people.

"Father, I'm sorry."

At the end of the day, Vistalinu would personally report the day's achievements to his father Mordo.

This is Vistalinu's daily compulsory course and also her reward for herself.

Because every time I gave a report, my father would applaud me.

It is precisely because of this appreciation that she can be sure that she is right and that the path she has taken is not wrong.

This is a ritual that has been going on for many years, and it is still going on today.

"—Oh, Weiss. You did a great job today too. You're worthy of being my daughter!"

The gentle voice of his father, Mordo Gon, echoed in the room.

It was a sound his subordinates had never heard before, and only his daughter Vistalinu could hear it.

Weiss is Vistalinu's nickname, and only her father is allowed to say it.

Vistalinu liked hearing that name very much.

Every time she heard her father call this nickname in a soft voice, her heart would be excited.

Because only in this way can she truly feel that she is helping her father.

She was very happy about this and felt a sense of comfort in her heart.

Her mother had been gone since Vistalinu was old enough to understand. Her father said she died of an epidemic.

So whenever she looked up, the back she saw always belonged to her father.

During his mercenary days, although my father was injured several times, he always came back to my side.

It’s hard to imagine how hard life would be for mercenaries with children.

There is no doubt that he must have overcome numerous difficulties without even knowing it.

——So, one day, I will help my father. Let these hands become something great that can protect not only myself, but also my father.

Vistalinu had sworn this oath when he was still young, before he could even wield a weapon.

The embodiment of that oath is the Iron Princess known as Belphein who is standing here now.

The steel I wear is proof of my protection.

The battle axe in his hand is used to defeat the despicable enemies that attack him.

"Weiss... I have a suggestion today. After you finish your inspection, go and rest for a while."

Hearing her father's words, Vistalinu couldn't help but raise her eyebrows, and a look of surprise and tragedy appeared in her eyes.

Until now, my father has always been worried about his health and even talks about it over and over again.

But if it were just this extent, Vistalinu would only feel happy.

But my father almost never asked me to rest.

At most, that is when you accidentally get sick.

But now, let alone being sick, I even feel extremely healthy and don’t feel any problems at all.

So, why?

After Vistalinu asked this question, she saw her father's lips immediately become stiff.

As if he was at a loss for words, as if he didn't know what to say, the father seemed to choose his words very carefully.

Vistalinu's expression twisted. Had she caused trouble for her father? Was she no longer any help to him?

Such wild thoughts filled her mind in an instant.

Perhaps unable to bear it any longer, Tolga, his father's confidant and Vistalinu's supervisor, took a step forward and spoke.

"Excuse me, Miss Vistalinu, please don't worry. Master Mordo is only worried about you. After all, some seeds that trouble Master Mordo have been sown in Belphein."

Tolga lowered his head slightly and spoke these words frankly.

In Vistalinu, he always said such frank and straightforward words.

Although these words cannot deceive people, they always resonate deeply with people.

Mordo nodded as if relieved, and Vistalinu listened carefully to what Tolga said.

"It's a simple matter, Miss Vistalinu—the seeds of trouble for Master Mordo are the tramps who were against you during the day. It's because of those guys."

Chapter 25 Three-way Talks

An unusually charming woman's voice came from my ear.

And there are quite a few of them, coming from all directions without interruption.

This is understandable, after all, this is a corner of a prostitute house.

As soon as night falls, the surrounding area becomes bustling with activity, living up to its name as the city that never sleeps.

Maybe it’s because of these sounds.

Saint Madia twisted her face in displeasure and parted her lips.

"...What a disgusting place, Murphy. I understand your taste."

No, it wasn't so much that the face was unhappy, but rather that it was trembling with anger.

She said she was good at hiding, but she still couldn't stand such a place.

However, if you get used to it, you can still fall asleep.

Murphy couldn't help but touch her chin with her fingers.

"Anyway, don't get too excited. If you want to stay in this area, the cheapest places to stay are those that only charge for the room."

"Besides, there's no need to worry about the sound leaking out. After all, those creaking and friction sounds around here are very convenient."

As he said this, Murphy looked towards Bruda.

Obviously, Bruda was not very happy either, probably because the rum on the table had not been opened yet.

At this moment, there was only a bed and a table in the room, and Murphy, Mattia and Bruda were sitting around the table looking at each other.

"So what? Murphy, I know about your relationship with the young lady, but what does this have to do with me?"

Then, Bruda said unhappily, "It has nothing to do with anything, huh?"

Sure enough, is it because I didn’t drink rum?

But it's true. Bruda has been like this since the beginning. He will become uneasy as long as he doesn't have rum in his hand.

In a sense, shouldn't we feel reassured?

Thinking of this, Murphy glanced at Mattia secretly again.

Like Bruda, her spirits seemed to be very high.

Murphy knew that the reason was probably not just the noises around her, but also because she was unhappy with what he had said before: "I won't leave here until I achieve my goal."

After all, the Saint Lady seems to be planning to leave Belphein early.

Despite this, after Murphy expressed her determination to Mattia, she chose to follow behind while making sarcastic remarks.

It really has the style of the Saint Lady.

Of course, Murphy also knew that Mattia's plan was the most reasonable.

But now that things have come to this and I’ve already said those words, how can I just go back like this?

In this way, Murphy looked into the eyes of the two people alternately, and her lips opened and closed.

"No, it does. A lot, Bruda. After all, from now on, these three are going to destroy Belphein."

Murphy's face twisted slightly as she whispered these words.

Bruda and Mattia's eyes were shaking gently.

The meaning contained in both pairs of eyes is the same, which is: Is it really okay to say this here?

At this moment, Mattia was staring at Bruda closely, and Bruda was also staring at Mattia nervously.

This scene is like the situation where if something happens, the whole place will immediately enter a state of war.

Murphy couldn't help but chuckle, making a sound from her throat again.

"Well, you two, don't you think you should support each other?"

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"Destroy Belphein—that sounds nice. Besides, did you misunderstand? I didn't accept your commission."

Bruda couldn't help but make a somewhat impatient sound.

At the same time, my throat felt unusually dry.

I had just drunk water, no wine, and my throat and chest felt like they were burning.

Bruda thought that his inner anxiety might be caused by lack of water.

No, in fact, it is normal to feel impatient sometimes with this client whom I don’t know well enough.

Anyway, he, Murphy, suddenly broke into his room and brought that woman in so openly, claiming that she was his partner.

There are so many things to say, isn’t it too unreasonable?

At first I thought he had hired a prostitute nearby, but a closer look showed that was impossible.

Bruda touched the brim of his hat and glanced at the woman Murphy called Mattia.

So that's how it is. She is indeed a beautiful woman.

Just by looking at her hair, you can tell it can't be that kind. Her skin is clear and translucent, and she has a pair of very distinctive and powerful eyes.

Being stared at by those eyes would even send chills down one's spine.

I really can't imagine where this woman came from. It's obvious that she has nothing to do with someone like me.

Moreover, although he is not very friendly to Murphy, he does not think that she is someone who exists in the same world as him.

To say which type... well, yes, it should be the kind of person who exists in the same world as Iron Princess.

"I see. But, Bruda, I'm thinking the same thing as you, right? Why do you want to live in a mercenary city where violence and plunder are the norm? Don't you have some ideas about this city?"