After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

No mercy, no confusion.

It was not intended to kill or tear the opponent apart, but to use all one's strength to destroy.

Bruda didn't even have time to swallow his saliva.

In the blink of an eye, the heart seems to fall into the hands of death.

Such intuition does exist.

But Bruda has been waiting for this moment.

Brown hair swayed across the field of vision, and Bruda's body had already moved.

Needles flew out from Bruda's fingertips like living things.

It was not as loud as Vistalinu's spear and axe, but on the contrary, it was a silent, whispering sound.

Despite this, that long needle can indeed take a person's life.

If it hits a vital part of the body, the person will die.

The roaring spear and axe and the silent long needle intersected in an instant.

The spears and axes aimed at the enemy's skull, while the long needles aimed at the small gap in the armor's neck, as if this was each other's duty.

In a split second, there was a flash of attack and defense.

Ah, you can't do that when you're drunk.

Thinking of this, Bruda bared his teeth.

——Then, the tip of the long needle bit into the flesh.

Blood spurted out.

That needle had indeed penetrated Vistalinu's flesh.

But, can that really be considered a clever trick?

From the time Vistalinu saw the needle to the time she made her judgment, it took less than a moment, or even shorter than that.

Then, Bruda's fingertips should have really shot towards her head, should have.

Even so, the needle was still stuck in Vistalinu's left wrist, greedily chewing the flesh.

There was nothing wrong with Bruda's fingertips; since he hadn't drunk any alcohol, his visibility was excellent, and he had regained feeling in the fingers of both hands.

However, Vistalinu twisted his body slightly and passed by as if passing by.

Just like that, Bruda's final attack was blocked.

--call!

Such sounds struck Bruda's eardrums, and Vistalinu's spear and axe were already close at hand.

Ah, I see. This is unstoppable. Nothing can stop it.

Even if you wrap your entire body in protective gear, you will definitely be killed.

I'm such a loser. I prepared for a decisive attack and defense, but my sister completely blocked me. I'm going to die here too. I'm such a loser.

He neither fulfilled his father's last wish, nor avenged his mother, nor was he able to rescue his sister Vistalinu from that sweet nightmare.

As a result, I was left with nothing.

Finally, Bruda closed his eyes.

That's right, it doesn't matter. I have always lived on laziness, and it's really selfish for me to suddenly want to survive.

If everything goes well as long as you are aware and cheer up, then there is no such thing as hard work in this world.

Anyway, for an alcoholic like me, this is a fitting ending.

Without support, ability, or the will to survive.

It is impossible for me to achieve anything as I am now.

His sister, Vistalinu, had everything: a loving father, subordinates, and she had also found something that could make her happy.

Even if it is just a lie, it must be a happy thing if it is not discovered until the moment of death.

Suddenly, Bruda's eyelids recalled the story of that strange client, the client named Murphy.

He was a strange guy, inexplicably close to me, and his tone of seeing things was really unpleasant.

That kind of knowing-it-all, understanding-it-all attitude makes me angry just thinking about it.

Ahhh, but why?

Why is it that, yet it's not to the point of being annoying? I don't quite understand.

Maybe, there is some wonderful fate between me and that guy. Yes, it must be like that.

But, if possible, I really hope to meet you in a different way.

Bruda said quietly in his heart.

The next moment, a burst of impact attacked the slender body.

The wide-brimmed hat on her head flew up, and her long, brown hair fluttered in the air.

Chapter 29 Seeds of Malice

That scene made Murphy's mind anxious.

My brain was burning like it was in an epidemic and didn't want to function at all.

Having said that, it is another matter entirely if one is clear-headed and takes action.

The scene that unfolded before him was seared into his eyes.

It was a scene he had seen once before, not peering out from the darkness like now, but right before his eyes, within arm's reach, right in front of him.

The past scene boiled over in his mind. That scene where Vistalinu's powerful spear and axe roared and shattered Bruda's body.

That blow, crushing flesh, bones and everything without exception, turned a man named Bruda into a silent object.

At this moment, what appeared before Murphy's eyes was a real sense of déjà vu.

Already, seen it.

I already know.

So, what action should I take here?

In the past, I was stupid and did nothing.

My limbs were trembling, my fingers were cold, and my feet couldn't move forward. A newborn baby would definitely be more useful than me.

With that dog-like condition, let alone rescuing Bruda, he couldn't even die together or face it together.

Damn it! Really, trash!

Murphy still remembered the look Vistalinu gave her on the magic horse at that time.

That wasn't a look directed at an enemy, it was just a look of disdain as if he was looking at the dust on the side of the road.

The reason for killing Bruda must be simply because he had the ability to resist, nothing more.

Therefore, I was ignored because I didn't want to resist. I lost my friends and dignity at the same time, and all that was left was to live an ugly life.

— Ugh, what a joke! That, that scene, right now, is right before my eyes again.

His feet had already stepped out of the ground.

My feelings were strangely complicated, but of course, I didn't want to lose Bruda again, which was understandable.

Besides that, I also wanted Steel Princess to turn around and look.

But the biggest thought is that I never want to live that kind of ugly life again.

That's it. As expected, I am a bastard and this is the only kind of awareness I have. My original intention was for myself.

Alas, what Filia, Frodo, Eldis, and Madia said was right.

As expected, this is my nature, so I have become like this.

A light flashed in the pupils.

Murphy straightened his shoulders, jumped over Bruda and rushed out with a fierce look, grabbing the sword from his waist.

The sword drew a black line, following the trajectory of Vistalinu's spear and axe.

——Boom, hum!

The cost of using a sword to block a gun or an axe is huge.

Vistalinu was still riding on his horse, and his weapon took advantage of the momentum to strike down, and even the force transmitted back from the weapon was different.

The waist, no, all the bones in the body made cracking sounds, the muscles were almost torn apart by the heavy pressure, and the internal organs curled up.

Murphy whimpered through her teeth.

He gritted his teeth and fought back while making distorted sounds.

In the state of iron bite, the tip of the sword pointed to the ground, as if pointing out a new path for the spear and axe that had just lost its way.

The burnt stench of iron tearing into each other filled the air.

The sound of friction echoed everywhere, hitting the ears.

Murphy's original intention was to relieve the force, but his wrist was hit as if it was about to be shattered.

A few seconds later, the gun and axe, still smelling of burnt food, smashed into the ground like a hoe.

"—Did you learn from your parents to smash someone's head when you greet them?"

The voice must be trembling, the teeth are hurting, and it feels like the bones are falling apart.

Although it is not serious, I still cannot escape from here on foot.

In other words, there is no escape.

"...It's just right. What a great place. I've been looking for you, wanderer."

The breath that Murphy was about to exhale from his mouth suddenly flowed back down his trachea and into his lungs.

Because at this moment, Vistalinu's gaze had penetrated his body.

What those pupils revealed was neither the anxiety of having his attack on Bruda blocked, nor the counterattack against Murphy's words, but pure hostility.

"I heard that you are the worm that will hurt father."

Bugs... Turns out they were bugs.

Rather than hostility, Vistalinu harbored a kind of disdain that came from being a pest.

I was underestimated, ah, really, I was underestimated.

However, as long as you turn your consciousness in this direction, there will be no problem.

"It's a misunderstanding. Please let me go. I'm just protecting what I have to protect."

Because she was wearing a helmet, Murphy couldn't read the subtle details of Vistalinu's expression.

However, it was obvious that the pupil was shaking.

It seems that at least he can listen to what I say.

Perfect, very good.

If she treats me like dust on the roadside like before and refuses to listen to a word I say, then there is no way to shake her.

Whether as a friend or an enemy, as long as the words can reach the heart, there is always a way.

Moreover, if it was a little girl struggling with her emotions, she would probably be even more touched.

"To protect what should be protected—and then, what does that have to do with Father?"

Murphy could see that Vistalinu tilted her mouth slightly to one side as she spoke, as if she was enduring something.

It’s wonderful to have such an outspoken personality.

If someone had a mean and twisted personality like Filia, they would definitely attack without saying a word, not even bothering to talk.

However, Vistalinu, who regards protection as the cornerstone of his heart, cannot ignore these words.

Apparently, she couldn't stand pretending not to hear that, and was cunning enough to bring everything down.