After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

It’s great, very noble, and deserves full praise.

"Of course it's related, right? Don't you know what the Lord—Mordo—did in the past?"

Murphy could feel that the light in those eyes was getting stronger and stronger.

It wasn't confusion, it was a stronger hostility.

As expected, Vistalinu had a low tolerance for matters concerning his father.

But if we don't go deeper here, things won't progress.

In any case, the purpose of all this is to make this guy, none other than Miss Iron Ji Vistalinu, betray her most beloved Mordo Gon.

Murphy's cheeks twisted at the thought.

Ah, as expected, a guy with a bad personality like me will definitely not die a good death in the end... However, it is better to live a meaningful life than not to live at all.

"I knew someone would speak ill of Father. However, everything Father did was necessary to achieve the new rule. If a mere misunderstanding causes harm to Father—"

"——How could it be hatred caused by misunderstanding?"

Almost at the same time as the echo of Vistalinu's armor was heard, Bruda, who was lying on the ground, raised his face as if to swallow up those words.

The long brown hair revealed her figure after the hat was removed.

So, he has very long hair.

Whether in the past or now, this guy would hide his hair in a hat even when he slept, so I didn't really care.

Ah, right.

After seeing him like that in the past, someone said she looked like a woman, and she got hit on the chin.

Of course, not with a long needle but with a fist.

It seems that since then, I have begun to subconsciously avoid this topic.

Just as Murphy was looking at the swaying wavy brown hair in a trance, Bruda opened his lips.

"Bruda, speak the name of Bruda Galia. Ask the man you call father to think about what he did to this man!"

Chapter 30: The Spreading Ripples and the Saint's Smile

Vistalinu's firm footsteps echoed throughout the lord's mansion.

This is not referring to the sound made by the iron boots under your feet.

Instead, Vistalinu felt that his movements seemed more rigid than ever.

This might be the first time that the journey to see his father, Mordo Ghosn, has been so difficult?

Even when I went before my father with the expectation of being scolded, I would behave with dignity.

So, now, why?

Vistalinu understood that the guilt implanted in his chest was the reason.

However, it is precisely because of this knowledge that the feet become heavy.

The true face of guilt is a doubt.

—Bruda, say the name Bruda Galia.

The words spoken by the foolish mercenary who slandered his father still lingered in Vistalinu's ears.

The more she thought about it, the more she felt it was a ridiculous joke.

Anyway, the actual situation must not be a big deal. It must be just a misunderstanding and hatred.

It is common for weak people to harbor unreasonable resentment towards powerful people.

However, Vistalinu did not defeat the despicable idea of ​​the embarrassed man on the spot.

Looking back now, even she herself felt that she was going around in circles.

Vistalinu's spirit was strong, but still somewhat twisted.

Even if the words were groundless, I couldn't accept them unless my father asserted that they were wrong.

Once doubts arise in my mind, I can no longer move forward, so I leave the judgment to my father.

Vistalinu firmly believed that both he and his father were on the right path.

Because of this, while Vistalinu was angry about that statement, a shadow also appeared in his heart.

She was clearly on the right path, yet she was wrongly accused. This unpleasant feeling deeply hurt her heart.

My father is trustworthy, and because of this, I hope he can clearly eliminate his doubts.

I hope he can directly shatter such unreasonable statements.

After that, you can move on.

Vistalinu's emotions swirled into her fingertips and she knocked on the door.

The voice of my most beloved father came from inside.

It was incredible. Why was he so excited today? Moreover, it wasn't because he was looking forward to something, but rather because he was afraid of something.

"Excuse me, Father."

However, Vistalinu's unstable emotions disappeared without a trace after she entered the room.

As usual, my father welcomed me with a smile on his face, and praised and affirmed my behavior without hesitation.

Sure enough, my father is very gentle.

He was an excellent lord who loved his people and was deeply loved by them.

It's impossible for a father like this to make mistakes.

Just like that, during the usual conversation, the seeds of doubt in Vistalinu's heart slowly disappeared, bit by bit, carefully.

"Father, I want to ask you one last thing—"

Vistalinu's spirit finally slowly regained its balance.

What was I doing? I actually doubted my father. It was so stupid.

This matter must be firmly etched in our minds, and useless behavior such as doubting our father must be reduced in the future.

After such deep reflection, Vistalinu's lips opened easily as if he was carrying on an ordinary conversation.

"Bruda, Bruda Gallia, do you know this man?"

Although she was repeating what that insignificant person had said, Vistalinu wanted to continue speaking, but her lips closed unconsciously.

Vistalinu's eyes trembled.

She noticed that her father was pretending to be calm.

After hearing this, my father just twitched his shoulders and tightened his face, without showing any anxiety.

To others, he seemed to be just thinking.

Yes, that's the extent of what others can see.

If it was before, Vistalinu could only see here.

However, what Vistalinu was expecting now was the sight of his father responding to her like this, saying without hesitation, "I don't know such a person."

——Don’t you know what Lord Mordo did before?

For a moment, the words I was told at that time echoed in my ears again.

Vistalinu did hear the sound of something hard, like a steel needle, no, something bigger than that, piercing his heart.

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Murphy was wiping her blood-soaked shoes in the room, her lips parted.

"You're being too reckless this time, Bruda...ah, no, that shouldn't be your name?"

He whispered as he let out a breath.

Although he still called out the name "Bruda" involuntarily, this guy had told Vistalinu before that this was his father's name.

So, maybe he has another name? It's hard to say.

Just thinking about it, Murphy felt that it was too strange to continue calling him Bruda.

"Murphy, I don't want to be told that. As for the name, I think it's a good name now, so it's okay to continue calling it that. In other words, the name is not important. It doesn't matter. I've gotten used to it."

As he said this, Bruda lay on the bed and grinned, which was a rare occurrence.

After that reckless and spectacular battle with Vistalinu, scars could be seen everywhere on Bruda's body.

As the price of forcing his body to move, pain must still be running wildly throughout his body at this moment.

Fortunately, no fatal injuries were found, but he still needs to rest.

Suddenly, Murphy narrowed his eyes.

The name Bruda is not his real name. I didn’t know it before, or rather, I didn’t notice any signs of it.

Then, he must be desperately trying to hide this matter.

In other words, this is something I can't tell myself. Is there any reason?

But... never mind, there's no point dwelling on the past.

Just as Murphy's restless emotions were wavering in his heart, someone made a voice behind him.

"Yes, it's just as Mr. Bruda said, Murphy. Your actions are even more reckless than his. Please reflect on this from the bottom of your heart."

Murphy felt as if a cold touch was caressing his back when Saint Matthias said this.

Why? Clearly, that voice didn't harbor any sinister intent; rather, it was gentle, as if she were concerned about what was happening here, a voice befitting a saint.

However, why do I feel an inexplicable chill?

"Ah, that's right. I was about to kiss the god of death with the determination to die, and someone barged in without permission. It's really unbearable."

As the price of being attacked by Vistalinu's spear and axe, he must be feeling severe pain all over his body.

Despite this, Bruda is really amazing for speaking so carelessly.

Really, I admire you.

Thinking of this, Murphy couldn't help but sigh.

Thanks to Bruda's words, Iron Princess disappeared silently from our sight.

I can probably guess her destination, which should be Moldovan to confirm the facts.

Although I was worried that she would continue to attack because she didn't care, fortunately, things went smoothly.

Then, I hope that the seeds of doubt sown in my heart can at least sprout through the questions and answers between father and daughter.

If that doesn't work, we need to reconsider our strategy.

However, progress has been smooth so far.

At least, no mistakes were made.

As it should be.

"Murphy."

As Murphy took out the tobacco while thinking, the saint's voice echoed in the room again.

It's nothing, just a very common sound.

So, Murphy tilted her head as usual, opened her lips, and let an inarticulate answer flow from her throat.

"Put down the cigarette. You must have something to say to me, right?"

These words made Murphy blink her eyes.

What I should say to her...I say so, but I can't think of it at all.

I don't remember any previous agreement between Madia and me, nor do I seem to have made any special plans for the future.

That's it... So what exactly did Madia mean?

Thinking of this, Murphy moaned as if her throat was searching for words.

He always felt that the room was filled with the unhappy atmosphere of the Saint.