After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

Even so, she is now afraid of being rejected by the other party. It is unbelievable.

Mattia clenched her teeth, and the sound of knocking echoed in her mouth.

Murphy seemed to be overwhelmed by Mattia's momentum and took a step back.

The world seemed to have accidentally entered the void of time, and silence filled the hotel room.

Then, in the midst of Madia's tension, where she was almost unable to breathe, Murphy finally spoke.

"…I'm sorry. I know it was dangerous. I know, and I won't do it again. I swear."

Murphy looked a little embarrassed, but he still spoke, and his eyes were completely away from Mattia's face, as if he didn't dare to look her in the eye.

It was just like a child being scolded by a teacher. This kind of imagination naturally emerged in Mattia's mind.

Looking at Murphy like this, Mattia's eyes shook unconsciously.

But then, while Murphy was trying to create some distance, Mattia's loud voice rang out again.

"...No, I can't. I told you to apologize wholeheartedly. Okay, let me say it again."

Hearing this, Murphy raised his hands, as if admitting defeat, and apologized to Mattia again.

The expression on Mattia's face couldn't help but twist.

——Murphy apologized to me.

Ah, that's good, Murphy, very good, that's what you should do, this is the way to make you happy.

The next moment, Mattia straightened out the distorted expression.

How could he allow others to see such a slovenly expression? Especially when the target was Murphy.

But my face seems to be getting a little hot. How can I stop it?

Anyway, this is fine for now, and it doesn’t matter.

He, Murphy, must have just said it with a casual attitude and a bit of perfunctoriness.

But, he did say it.

This means that he has obeyed me.

That way, whenever he tries to throw himself into danger, he'll definitely remember my face.

Although he would feel depressed and troubled, he would still remember to apologize to me.

Then, every time he did something dangerous, I would keep doing the same thing, repainting his consciousness and implanting myself in it.

Yes, that's right. As long as I keep doing this, one day, when he is about to take action, my existence will become his solid shackles, binding him to the spot.

In the end, he will become someone who is always watching my face and can only act under my management.

Ah, how sweet that would be. Just imagining it makes my chest feel hot as if it's burning.

There was heat in Madia's eyes and emotion in her chest.

At the edge of her vision, Mattia suddenly saw Bruda trying to speak.

But at that moment.

——Dong——Dong——

The voice announcing the visitor echoed throughout the room.

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——Dong——Dong——

This strange and polite knock on the door shook the air in the room.

For Murphy, it was thanks to this voice that she was saved.

After all, Saint Madia is pursuing her actions with unwavering determination.

Although Bruda is still the same Bruda, he seems to have a dangerous aura.

So for Murphy, no matter who the visitor was, she was honestly very grateful to be able to save herself from this twisted atmosphere.

Even that method seems a bit crude.

"excuse me."

It sounded like the voice of a man of a certain age, as if he couldn't wait for the person in the room to answer and spoke first.

——Boom!

Immediately following the polite knock on the door, there was a loud noise of someone trying to break down the door.

Murphy's pupils dilated and he took a step back involuntarily, protecting Mattia behind him.

The person outside the door didn't seem like a simple attacker, because that kind of person wouldn't knock on the door or make his presence known through words or other actions.

Judging from this point of view alone, it seems that the other party is paying respect to this side.

No, it should have been thought of long ago that there would be no one who would show respect to someone staying in such a cheap hotel, in a corner of a red-light district.

After the wooden door was kicked open, several people broke into the room.

They were, at least to some extent, a disciplined bunch.

After entering the small room very lightly, they did not even disrupt their formation, nor did they immediately attack Murphy's side.

However, for Murphy, the current situation is really bad, very bad.

If we had known that there were so many enemies, we should have relied on the door to defeat them one by one.

After all, now, apart from Murphy himself, the only ones left on their side are the Saint, who is not sure whether she can be considered as a combat force, and the injured Bruda.

"...What's wrong? We don't have any plans for a dance. It's really annoying that someone showed up uninvited."

Cold sweat even began to appear on his forehead. In order to prevent his teeth from making a sound of fear, Murphy tried his best to suppress his body.

My breathing seemed to have become disordered, and I was so nervous that I was almost going crazy.

However, if we just give the initiative to the opponents, everything will be over.

So, at least you have to say something preemptively.

While speaking to delay his thinking, Murphy glanced at the window with his eyes tilted and found that this should be the room at the corner of the second floor.

In other words, there is almost no possibility of escape.

"It would be disrespectful to resort to harsh measures. We are here to greet you two on your Excellency's orders."

The man walking forward and talking like this was a man in his fifties wearing armor.

It was the same voice that came from through the door just now. Although it was not efficient, it contained a sense of consideration for the other party.

"It's a real pleasure to receive an invitation. So, may I ask which gentleman invited us? Also, there are three of us. Did we get the wrong person?"

However, this person's eyes do have a will that belongs to him.

And this so-called will is the determination to achieve the goal no matter what happens.

After Murphy raised the question, the man in his fifties spoke again.

"Excuse me, that's not something I can say. I'm willing to accept your accusations, and you can call me rude. However, I have been ordered to take you there, so please forgive me for not retreating."

Contained in the words is unquestionable firmness.

It's really troublesome. It's so difficult to talk to such people. It's almost impossible to get some information from them through conversation.

At least in this overwhelmingly unfavorable situation, this is not an opponent that can be easily deceived.

The man took a step forward, shook his head, and continued.

"There is no mistake—my Lord has ordered me to take you two there."

His hand first pointed firmly at Murphy, then at Bruda lying on the bed.

Looking at that unhesitating movement, it seemed as if he was secretly conveying his intentions.

In that case, there is no need to ask how he found this place.

After all, Mephi and Bruda were already celebrities in this city—as those who had disobeyed the Iron Princess, Vistalinu.

A complex set of emotions wavered in his heart. Murphy was calculating in his mind and choosing his words as he spoke.

"--Never mind, I'll accept the invitation. But there's a wounded man over here. If you want to take me there, please call a carriage."

Murphy spoke softly and winked at Mattia.

He noticed that the other party did not say they would take Mattia with them, which meant that they would not do anything like taking hostages.

Although it is not known whether it was their own will or an order from their employer.

All in all, it's a good thing.

After hearing Murphy's words and receiving his gaze, Mattia squinted her eyes in dissatisfaction.

But in the next moment, an expression as if she was in deep thought appeared on her face again.

Finally, Mattia sighed and spoke.

"Really, there's nothing I can do. If it's unavoidable, then I'll accept it willingly. But there are some things I still need to remind you of, Murphy, okay?"

At least, Mattia seemed to understand Murphy's intentions to some extent, which could effectively prolong his and Bruda's lives.

But what made Murphy feel a chill down her spine was.

Despite being in this situation, Mattia actually smiled.

It was a faint, yet extremely peaceful smile.

"Don't do anything dangerous. You must come back to me. No matter where you are, no matter what happens, you must come back. Do you understand?"

Yes, it is just as it is said, Mattia repeated it with emphasis.

Chapter 37 Facing the Past

In the mercenary city of Belphein, there is a high-end tavern exclusively for high-paid mercenaries.

For mercenaries who fight for their lives on the battlefield but can only earn the most basic expenses for survival, this is an unreachable place.

The high-end tavern that Murphy and Bruda were brought to was different from ordinary taverns.

Ordinary people who want to enter here not only need to be rich, but also need to have the corresponding taste and privileges granted by the lord, otherwise they will be turned away.

Therefore, it is more like a salon than a tavern[1].

From the moment you enter, the atmosphere here is completely different from that of an ordinary pub.

It wasn't the smell of cheap wine that teased the nose, but the fragrance of perfume and the flowers placed everywhere.

That was probably arranged so that people would not feel like they were in the wilderness, but rather that they were nobles.

Although it is very stylish, it is still shocking to think that such a thing would be brought into a pub.

In Murphy's view, a so-called tavern is a place where one can listen to the noise of gangsters while drinking cheap alcohol to force oneself out of pain.

However, when she could feel the elegance of viewing flowers even from her seat, Murphy understood.

This high-end tavern is completely different from the tavern I have in mind.

And now, Murphy and Bruda were sitting together in this high-end tavern that should have nothing to do with them.

And across the table, he stared at her—Belfyn's guardian, the Iron Princess Vistalinu.

Surrounding the Iron Princess are many mercenaries who are teased by other mercenaries as her adopted sons.

"Hey, isn't that too much? I really don't deserve such a lavish welcome."

——It looks like it will cost a lot of money.

Murphy added as she sank into a sofa she had never felt before, feeling the softness of the material beyond her imagination.

In a battle between mercenaries clashing with swords, there is one surefire way to victory.

That is to say, you must have an overwhelming advantage in numbers, occupy the advantageous terrain, and prevent the enemy from being prepared.

If one or more of the above conditions are met, then even if the opponent has gathered a lot of miscellaneous mercenaries, there is still a chance to win.

This was what Murphy heard from a drunk guy when he was working as a mercenary.

But now, the other party has all the conditions, which is really bad.

Of course, if a hero like Aimee Castina were to come, it would be hard to say what the final result would be.