After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

However, all of these are just shallow dreams of the poor.

"—Want to surrender? Fine. Don't worry, no matter how hard you struggle, you can't defeat me. It's just a matter of sooner or later. The sooner, the wiser."

In front of Bruda, who was lightly dressed but constantly panting, was the figure of the Iron Princess in heavy armor, but her breathing was not noticeable at all, and her voice was very clear.

Once again, the sky was illuminated by silver light.

In the gaps between breaths, Bruda's fingers became launching pads for the needles.

There are only so many options Bruda can use against an opponent covered in armor.

After all, simply throwing a long needle would not be enough to pierce the refined iron armor.

The most you can aim at are the exposed joints or the breathing holes at the corners of the mouth.

But that certainly won't work.

After all, using a long needle to fight against someone wrapped in heavy armor is abnormal in itself.

Although the opponent is on horseback now, he can't aim at the horse even if he wants to, after all, the horse is also covered with steel armor.

That's obviously the case. What on earth is that guy doing?

Vistalinu swung her spear and axe again.

She could have just twisted her wrist slightly to avoid the joints and use the armor to withstand the needles. Could it be that her stubborn pride couldn't even tolerate this?

Iron Princess's arms twitched, and a black whirlwind danced in the air.

Space was torn apart.

The blow from the gun and axe could probably shatter even the internal organs.

Yes, it was a blow that made people nervous.

Weight is a fact. That spear axe is much heavier than a simple spear, sword, or battle axe. Despite this, it is sharper.

"Ask again."

The horse's hooves took a few steps forward, and Vistalinu's voice was heard. Perhaps because it was mixed with the sound of helmets colliding, it sounded a little strange.

The spear and axe were gently raised above Bruda's head.

"Surrender?"

This is not good. This guy is really not good.

Murphy, who was observing the situation from the back of the alley, actually heard his teeth grinding.

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Even when the morning sun cast its light on the earth and the drunkenness had long since faded, Bruda did not take back his words.

Rather, after his cloudy eyes became clear, he repeated his words, which were very weighty.

"—Let me go. Oh, of course I'll go. I'm going to crush all those guys' gears, the bond between father and daughter, and so on."

Murphy himself had no objection, especially since this matter was designed for Bruda to come forward.

Rather, given Bruda's stance, it seems like a good option.

To deceive others, you have to drive nails into their souls, nails that not only cannot be pulled out but can also penetrate very deep.

Granted, considering Bruda's relationship with Vistalinu, there couldn't be a better actor.

I just picked up a script. If it goes well, it should be much better than if I had spoken up myself.

So, there was only one thing Murphy was worried about.

——When Bruda really comes face to face with Vistalinu, can he still maintain his normal state?

This does not mean whether he is sober or not after being drunk.

Even without the help of alcohol or drugs, humans can become unrecognizable at any time and in any place.

As long as there is an opportunity, it's easy.

Sometimes that opportunity is a battlefield, money, a lover, or even family. But Bruda's words are even more complicated.

Murphy has been thinking about this problem since last night.

In any case, this place, Belphein, is like a vortex of chaos to Bruda.

Because this is the city where his parents' enemies and his relatives live together.

How conflicted was he in his heart? I don't know.

How many times had he cried until his throat was dry?

But at this moment, the messy surface of the water still maintains a certain tranquility, that's all.

Looking back now, Bruda was definitely not normal at that time.

He teamed up with me to destroy the root of Belphein. He must not be normal because of his toothy grin.

I was so immature back then that I didn't even notice that.

For someone like me who is helpless, powerless, lacks skills, and has no one to help me, the existence of a friend like Bruda who lends a helping hand is so precious.

It seems that I must be expecting that someone like Bruda will find a way for me.

Even if it was a damn delusion, it could be experienced as fact, the foolishness of youth.

However, it was because of him that Bruda died once.

To say that he had died once was indeed a strange statement.

Because dying once is enough.

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Sunlight streams in through the wooden windows.

It was too bright, and Murphy couldn't help but squint her eyes, rolling the tobacco around her teeth, conveying a wonderful feeling.

At this moment, Murphy's heart was wrapped in two emotions, rubbing against each other.

On the other hand, they were shouting, "Revenge! Eliminate the resentment and humiliation of having a friend die before your eyes."

On the other hand, someone was saying anxiously, aren't we walking on the same road?

"You don't look very well, Murphy."

Beads of sweat appeared on his forehead unconsciously, and Mattia's words seemed to wake him up from a dream.

Murphy looked at her expression and found that she seemed very worried about her.

What on earth am I doing? Worrying about others and then making them worry about me? How foolish!

Thinking of this, Murphy replied: It's nothing, and sat down gently on the bed.

"It's okay, everything will be fine because I'm here."

The voice that Mattia spoke was indeed like that of a saint, full of love. If believers heard it, they would probably be moved to tears.

However, to Murphy, such a voice was too unfamiliar, so he raised his eyebrows in surprise and looked at Mattia.

Perhaps it was because of seeing this, Mattia let out a wail from her throat and her face fell.

"Don't worry, Murphy. Even if your idea doesn't go well, I will leave a way for us to escape. So, don't worry. Even if you are about to fall out of this hand, I will pick you up."

Thank you so much! It seems like I have the support of the Saint of the Church of Heraldry.

But, regardless of whether it's out of good intentions or not, I really hope we can stop discussing what to do if we fail before we take action...

Murphy shrugged to support himself, but his mood did calm down somewhat.

Indeed, even I don’t know how many things have fallen from my hands.

In the past, these hands held nothing.

Whether it's human dignity, or the only honor, the irreplaceable friend, and Ella.

So this time, it must be done.

Chapter 28 Family

My father said that people live to love others.

Bruda felt that he must have believed this as a child.

In front of me are my beloved parents and the sister I hope to protect.

At that time, the whole world was in my arms, without any scattered parts.

This world must be full of love, and loving others is everything.

Yes, that’s what I thought at that time.

But somewhere in my heart I must understand.

Just because you don’t want to look, you don’t look; because you want to look away, you keep looking away.

Mercenaries, who measure people's hearts with gold coins, for those who take pleasure in taking things from others, the word "love" is too heavy.

It is because of this that the twisted father, who is a predator but truly loves others, will lose everything in the end.

His mother's life, his sister's life, and even his own life were taken away by the man he called his best friend.

His life was ruined.

Bruda remembered very clearly what his father entrusted to him before his death.

Nonsense. Seriously, nonsense. Even breathing was so difficult, but my father still had to say that.

It would be better if I didn't entrust it to someone else.

It would be great if there were no painful sobs and tears at the end.

That way, I would die more easily.

"--Sorry, ah. You--need--to be happy--um--please--."

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Bruda looked at the shadow covering his gun and axe and remembered this.

I remembered this vague and broken childhood.

"Surrender?"

The woman's voice echoed repeatedly in her ears through the armor, producing a distorted tone, but her clear voice still made people feel her good upbringing.

There is no doubt that there was nothing unexpected in that childhood.

Ahhh, great, great, it couldn't be better.

Surrounded by love, I have grown up happily.

You must be very happy now.

Originally, I really wanted to let go and celebrate, Vistalinu, my dearest sister.

Bruda narrowed his eyes, and his gaze, now sober, pierced Vistalinu with exceptional sharpness.

——It should be like that.

If you hadn't called that man, the man who took everything from us, your father.

If you hadn't smiled at that man, if you hadn't stood over there.

Then I can die peacefully.

The skin trembled, revealing a twisted smile, and Bruda's cheeks twisted.

Pretending to be calm and confident at all times is one of Bruda's specialties.

The timid fingers regained their strength and kept the needle close to the skin.

That strange employer, Murphy, and his female companion must be squatting there watching.

Great, then show it off to your heart's content, with all the splendid affection and all that.

"What a disgusting thing to say—after all, surrender is something only the defeated party would do. What a pitiful woman."

In an instant, space distorted.

Vistalinu's arm swung the spear and axe, distorting even her vision, and swung it straight down towards Bruda.