After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

I don't want news like this to spread.

This is the intention of those guys...that is, the upper echelons of the Cathedral and the Kingdom of Leiden.

The smooth silver hair swayed gently, as if being pulled by Filia's sarcastic smile.

Gospel War, Holy Maiden Revolution, Gate of Judgment.

That's what the Heralds like to call this series of campaigns, but not to the Grand Septon, of course.

The Cathedral and the surrounding countries collectively referred to this series of battles as the Great Heraldic Rebellion.

In other words, in the eyes of the believers in the Cathedral, this was not a noble war, but just a rebellion.

Therefore, they believed that those who participated were stupid, ignorant, and foolish, and were just a group of common people, and that only common people would behave like that.

The nobles and knights could not possibly support this meaningless battle.

This war is by no means noble, it is just the last cry of foolish people and a barbaric act.

That's what they, the believers of the Cathedral, think.

Precisely because of this policy, there are still many nobles in the Kingdom of Leiden and even in the surrounding countries who do not understand the seriousness of the situation.

Filia unconsciously smiled bitterly.

What a meaningless vanity this is. It really doesn't suit me.

Although the love of meaningless culture such as wasting time has allowed the nobles to survive, now this bad habit has only magnified their trauma.

Then, the other reason why his and Frodo's names have not been widely spread is extremely simple.

Maybe he intervened? His own father, Patrick Reinhart.

Although I don't know what Frodo's father is like, my own father must have done that.

After all, his father had repeatedly warned him not to bring shame to the family and not to do anything shameful.

But as soon as he finished speaking, his daughter ran away from home and joined the Church of Heraldry. It would not be surprising if she died of anger.

Thinking of this, Filia shook her head.

It cannot be said that the Reinhardt family is in a precarious situation today. Rather, it can be said that the situation is getting worse day by day.

However, he is a father who is good at politics.

Even though his eyes were bleeding, he would still suppress the thought of sleep and run around for it.

And he would definitely make such a wish.

I hope my biological daughter, that is to say me, can die sooner rather than bring shame to the world.

I'm afraid that's pretty much the reason why the name hasn't spread.

Of course, there may be other factors, but we can't think of them at the moment.

In any case, the names of the two have not yet spread in society, and that is the fact.

Well, leaving aside Filia, Frodo can still return to her homeland.

Then give up this life close to war and return to a stable life.

However, there is a necessary prerequisite, which is not to reveal the name here.

Regardless, both of them now spoke their names as nobles and knights.

This shows that this action is based on the family name.

If this is the case, just act as usual and hold the Herald's hand as usual.

Then by then, it will be too late to do anything.

No matter how hard you try to suppress it, the overflowing voice cannot be quelled.

The names "Filia" and "Frodo" will spread to neighboring countries along with their respective family names.

At least, Filia knew very well that it was not a name of honor.

Forget it, I can’t go home anyway, Filia thought.

If I try to go back, just think about my father's mood and you will know the consequences. This time, I can't just let him go under house arrest.

Either he would be assassinated somewhere, or he would spend his whole life locked up in a church in the cathedral.

Ah, and, and ah.

Filia felt her pupils become distorted, her spine began to heat up, and the depths of her brain seemed to be burning.

——Already, I can't go back. I won't be able to see that guy anymore. Unconsciously, my eyes will begin to track that guy's figure, and my ears will search for the sound of that guy's footsteps.

Inadvertently, this thought came to Filia's mind, and she felt her cheeks suddenly turn red.

Such thoughts inadvertently emerged in Filia's mind.

The next moment, Filia felt her cheeks suddenly turn red.

What is manifested in this is undoubtedly shyness.

What inappropriate things am I thinking about... I can't tell that guy about such an embarrassing thing.

Rather, from my own point of view, I should let that guy come to me.

Just as a blush appeared on Filia's cheeks, Frodo widened her eyes in surprise when she heard her words, "How about returning to your homeland?"

Then in the next moment, she pursed her lips and spoke clearly.

"No, because even if I go back, Murphy won't be here."

Oh I got it.

Seeing Frodo's expression, Filia understood.

Sure enough, it was no big deal.

Whether it's myself or this magician, we are actually the same.

At this point, both of them are in a situation where there is no turning back.

In that case, there is no need to worry about names.

"That's it."

Filia shrugged as she spoke.

Suddenly, there was a creak and the door of the reception room opened.

I've been waiting for a long time. The lord is really good at making people wait.

As he thought of this, his silver pupils narrowed.

Perhaps it was because of the excess fat attached to the limbs and torso, Lord Mordo Gorn said, shaking his thick lips vigorously.

"Ah, it must be hard for me to come all this way. Welcome, I'm Mordo Gorn, in charge of Belphein. Please meet me."

Moldo was not the only one who appeared in the reception room.

When Mordo finished introducing himself, he brought a woman in from behind the door with obvious pride.

The white and smooth hair was swaying there.

"Then, please be sure to say hello. This is the Saint of the Cathedral, a very famous—"

Mordo's deep voice echoed in the reception room, followed by a soft voice that seemed to tease the ears.

"——Nice to meet you. I'm a guest of yours, Mr. Mordo. Please call me Ella."

Soft white hair and deep black pupils appeared before everyone, and then she said this.

Saint, Ella.

After hearing that name, the silver pupils in the reception room shook distortedly.

Chapter 35 Their Feast and the Aroused Sacred Girl (4000)

Shining white hair, eyes that reveal determination.

There was a strange solemnity in her every move.

Her name is——the Diva Saint, Ella.

This is how Mordo, the Lord of Belphein, introduced her.

Although she is a saint, when you hear her speak, she doesn't seem to be that detached from the world.

Rather, the voice was kind and gentle.

And now, she was standing in front of Filia, chatting and laughing with Mordo and Frodo.

What was reflected in the eyes of those two people must be a gentle and approachable woman.

However, only Filia was a different story.

Ella, the moment this name reached my ears.

What appeared in Filia's eyes was not the person standing in front of her, but something completely different.

That was what I saw at night.

It was a figure that had indeed been reflected in those silver pupils.

——The guy, Murphy, had a warm expression on his face when he mentioned the name of Ella, a woman he had never shown in front of me before.

The molars made a crunching sound in his mouth, and the teeth biting against each other made a groan of self-destruction.

How much humiliation did I endure that night?

How many times has the torrent of emotions gushing from my chest tried to wash away this body?

To this day, that feeling still comes to my mind clearly.

And the person who made him taste that humiliation was now right in front of him.

My throat was so dry, and the emotions in my eyes were almost turning into green flames.

Filia involuntarily injected strength into her fingers.

Ah, of course not, I know.

If I reach out and grab that neck right here and now, everything will fall apart from my hands.

And, in fact, it was not Ella who made Filia taste humiliation, nor was she insulted by her.

Ella's existence only makes Murphy feel pain.

Filia's chest was boiling like a fever.

She knew that the misery that crept onto her chest was actually given by that man.

Ah, we can’t let him off easily, we can’t forgive him.

The man must pay the price for playing with this heart and this feeling.

Suppressing her lips that were about to twitch, Filia joined in the conversation.

Only at this moment will I truly envy Frodo who knows nothing but smiles.

It is true that I feel a little superior because I know more about Murphy, but it is better not to know such things.

The sticky emotions that devoured her heart slowly mixed together and twisted to cover Filia's chest.

"—So, you two, what are your plans for coming to Belphein?"

In the tide of conversation, this sentence suddenly came out of Mordo's mouth, and Filia finally breathed a sigh of relief in her heart.

When receiving guests, the euphemism of not mentioning the purpose of the visit early on is exactly the style of lords and nobles.

I heard that this lord named Mordo is a successful person. Is it due to his own efforts or luck?

However, what Mordo displayed was indeed the attitude that a noble should have.

Filia glanced at Frodo who was talking and laughing, and for a moment, her black pupils blinked as if she nodded slightly.

Then, Filia's small lips opened.

"Yes, we came to Belphein for only one purpose - to track down the great sinner Mephi."

As she said this, Filia's silver eyes naturally captured Ella's figure.

Then, she discovered.