After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

Feeling a little scared, Murphy glanced at Mattia's eyes tremblingly.

However, contrary to his expectations, Mattia's eyes still showed no anxiety, and she slowly opened her lips again.

The tone was like gently teaching a lesson to an ignorant child.

"—Murphy, you have once again put yourself in danger without my permission. So, please apologize to me. Completely and wholeheartedly."

Hearing the words echoing in the room, a question mark appeared in Murphy's mind and he touched his chin.

Unconsciously, Murphy felt a feeling called fear rising from her heels.

No, Mattia herself should not be dangerous, because she even has a kind smile on her face.

Yes, that's how it should be.

"You swore to me that once you felt proud, you would never do anything dangerous again, didn't you?"

Hearing this, Murphy fell silent.

No matter how he thought about it, he didn't think he had said it to that extent.

Indeed, I agreed with what Mattia said, that was the fact.

But...that doesn't mean we have to accept everything.

Had she misinterpreted that statement somewhere?

However, before Murphy even had time to ask this question, Mattia's lips moved slightly again.

"So, Murphy, apologize, please? 'Forgive me,' just say it to me."

In an instant, Murphy's body was covered with goose bumps.

Regardless, the words spoken by Mattia undoubtedly contained the kindness of a saint.

However, there is always a feeling of being pushed into a desperate situation.

With a click, Murphy's feet couldn't help but take a step back.

Chapter 31 The Songstress and the Guardian

Although it wasn't night yet, the room was strangely dim with the curtains drawn.

There was no candlelight or sunlight, the room seemed to have rejected light.

Ella blinked as she looked around the room she had been invited to.

"I'm very sorry. Your Majesty, I'm afraid you're not feeling well, and I'm sorry for inviting you to such an occasion."

Vistalinu, the owner of the room, hugged his knees and sat on a luxurious chair.

For Ella, who had only seen her majestic appearance, it always felt very strange, and she even felt like she had seen something she shouldn't have seen.

Perhaps because Vistalinu sounded so depressed when he said these words, Ella subconsciously adjusted her cheeks and changed her expression.

Suddenly, Ella noticed that Vistalinu's body was somewhat stiff, as if he was in awe of her.

What an honest and frank character.

However, the more such a person is, the more likely he is to accumulate regrets in his head.

To be honest, I can’t say that I’m in a good mood right now, there’s no doubt about that.

My head still ached slightly, and I staggered a little when I walked.

However, although she was only a candidate saint, guiding those with troubles was overwhelmingly more important than her own body.

This is the duty of those who want to become saints, and it is also the meaning of one's existence here.

Ella slowly wove words that calmed Vistalinu.

"Don't worry about it. Besides, I'm not a saint, just one of the candidates. So it's okay to call me Ella."

Vistalinu, who was sitting on a chair with his knees hugged, looked like a huddled child, a figure that was completely disproportionate to his body.

In order to look Vistalinu in the eye, Ella tilted her head, deliberately changed the subject, and made a sound.

However, Vistalinu's pale lips trembled as if to refute Ella's words.

To keep the situation under control, Ella continued speaking.

The black pupils sparkled even in a dim room.

"Besides, the more reserved a person is, the more solemn their words and mood will become. It's better to relax a little."

If the nuns in the cathedral heard this, who knows what they would say. Ella smiled bitterly in her heart.

People there would never say things like "just relax", they always prefer etiquette and rigidity.

Ah, come to think of it, what I just said was also taught to me when I was a child, by my childhood friend who was always making trouble.

Suddenly, Ella felt as if a hard stone had fallen into her heart, and her head felt a sharp pain in an instant.

Ella bit her lip tightly, waiting for Vistalinu's words, and never let her inner turmoil show on her face.

Just like this, quietly, about ten seconds passed.

Vistalinu sighed deeply and stiffly moved his slightly relaxed cheeks.

It seems like he is worried about how to better convey his feelings to the other person.

What are you worried about, anyway?

Of course, Vistalinu seemed to be a strong person, and Ella's impression of her was that she had a tenacious spirit and the strength to break through troubles even when they arose.

But now, she is worried and trembling like a little child. It is incredible.

"—Miss Ella. If, just in case..."

The words that came out this way were so clumsy that it was easy to imagine that she was desperately trying to weave the language.

To hasten the next sentence, Ella nodded.

"If you doubt something you deeply believe in, what should you do? Should you just continue to believe in it? Or..."

Vistalinu's words were lost in the gloom, as if darkness itself had swallowed up the sound.

As if to expand the darkness, the only thing that had shone in the room disappeared.

——As Vistalinu’s words faded, Ella’s pupils dimmed.

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——If you begin to doubt something that you deeply believe in, what should you do?

These words uttered from Vistalinu's mouth made Ella's pupils waver, and she almost said "why" and asked what this meant.

However, Ella no longer has that qualification.

Because the reason for her headache was exactly the same as Vistalinu's trouble.

What should I do? If there really is an answer to this question, she is the one who would like to ask it.

First the chest, then the forehead, and then the limbs. The pain of being pierced by the blade invaded Ella.

The emotions that had been locked away deep inside my heart with great difficulty pushed the door open and started to stir again.

Ella suddenly noticed that Vistalinu's eyes were staring at her in surprise as she remained silent.

It's nice that the room is so dark.

Ella couldn't help but touch her chest, thinking that if the lights were on, she would definitely notice her blue face.

However, in the next moment, Ella's expression couldn't help but become distorted again.

Fundamentally, nothing is resolved.

What kind of enlightenment should be given to her in such distress is still unclear.

How can I put it? I can't even handle what's happening to me right now, and yet I'm still listening to other people's troubles. There must be a limit to my self-righteousness.

The so-called candidate for the title of Saint is truly unworthy of the title... perhaps even the title itself would shed tears.

Ella's mind was in a mess with a myriad of thoughts and several emotions that kept surging up. It could no longer be said that she was in a normal state.

His mind was shaken, his vision blurred, and his body began to stagger as if he was drunk.

But even so.

Even though she believes she is not worthy of the reputation, the name of the Diva Saint still supports Ella.

Yes, Vistalinu is now praying to himself for salvation.

In this case, she must be redeemed.

Because, although she is still a candidate, she has been given the title of Saint.

Didn't Lady Cassia, the God of Redemption, also say that if you pray for redemption, it will be granted?

Providing salvation to those who pray for salvation is the duty of a saint.

It is absolutely unacceptable for a saint to pray for salvation.

Therefore, now that she is a candidate for the sainthood, Ella will never allow herself to ask for help.

——Ah, yes. To be prayed for salvation, and then to grant it, that is the duty of a saint.

The moment she thought of this, Ella's headache seemed to disappear.

Naturally, the little lips moved and a smile appeared.

"—Don't worry, Vistalinu. I understand your worries. It must be painful for you to have doubts about someone important to you."

Chapter 32 Domination

"—Don't worry, Vistalinu. I understand your worries. Having doubts about someone important to you is painful in itself."

"Even though I don't want to doubt it anymore, even so, if doubts arise in my heart once, I can't help but think about it again."

As for Vistalinu, tell her like this, just like a true saint.

It must be only at this moment that my face will look like that of a saint.

Ella couldn't help but feel incredible about the words that came out of her mouth naturally.

At this moment, in Ella's heart, the self who understood everything and the other self who felt something was wrong seemed to begin to coexist.

Is this what is called reason and instinct, or something else entirely?

Ella had no idea of ​​the answers to these questions.

But there was only one thing she could understand.

She had found the answer, without a doubt.

"In that case, then pursue what you want. Doubt isn't a betrayal. Everyone harbors doubts in their hearts, but..."

Yes, people are fragile.

No matter when or who you are, you will always harbor doubts in your heart. Perhaps there are such people among the saints of all generations.

However, Ella believes that people will not stop because of this.

"—Shouldn't the most important thing be to take action to eliminate this situation? So, it's okay. And you don't like crying all the time like a tragic actor, right?"

After saying this slowly, Ella noticed that Vistalinu's lips suddenly tightened.

I think her deep down emotions must have been fluctuating because she didn't know how to understand the words she was told.

His heart was probably beating rapidly because he couldn't make a decision.

But, just look into those eyes and you will understand.

Ella sensed that Vistalinu was beginning to understand what she meant.

Because deep in her pupils, the vitality she had before began to sprout again.

That’s great, Ella thought so from the bottom of her heart.

It seemed that I could imitate the saint and hold the hands of those who were depressed and praying for salvation.

"...Thank you, thank you, Miss Ella. Hearing you say that makes me feel saved. Yeah, pretending to be a tragic actor staying in a dark room and all that is not like me at all."

Looking at Vistalinu who was talking while twitching his lips, Ella couldn't help but smile and replied: I should say thank you.

Upon hearing this, Vistalinu blinked in surprise, as if to say that he had no idea what the thanks he had just received meant.

However, that word of gratitude is definitely not just a polite remark.