After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

But at least for Murphy, he thought he couldn't think of a way to easily break this situation.

A faint darkness appeared in the tavern.

That's achieved by adjusting the amount of light, but it does create a unique atmosphere that could perhaps be called **.

Maybe this is a very suitable place to attract the opposite sex - maybe I should really bring a few people of the opposite sex here.

In the dimly lit tavern, Vistalinu spoke with several shadows forming around his lips.

"—I have something to ask you. Just answer honestly and candidly."

Behind this sentence, there seems to be a hidden meaning of asking the other party to obey oneself.

She is truly worthy of being the Iron Princess. She brought people here without any hesitation, and now she speaks without any hesitation.

Maybe in her eyes, it is natural for others to obey her orders, and her words reveal such strength everywhere.

"That depends on the situation. Whether it's about the alcohol you've consumed so far or your experiences with women, it would be very troublesome if I were asked about every detail."

Bruda, who was sitting next to him, suppressed his emotions and spoke softly.

Murphy glanced at him and noticed that his breathing was a little rapid.

To some extent, that is unavoidable.

Originally, Bruda's physical condition had not yet fully recovered, and he still had indescribable complex feelings towards her and Vistalinu in his heart.

The expression that appeared on Bruda's face was one of tragedy.

His eyelids twitched as if in a spasm, and his lips were bitten by his own canine teeth with such force that blood oozed out.

But even so, he still endured.

Just looking at the situation of being surrounded by mercenaries, you can understand that this side is now in an overwhelmingly unfavorable situation.

And Bruda also clearly understood this, so he controlled his emotions with reason.

But even if it is rational, it is still a fragile shackle that can be untied with just one sentence.

In short, escape is now impossible.

No matter when or what happened, the mercenaries surrounding them would pick up the swords and spears at hand, and their eyes never left Murphy and Bruda.

"I don't want to know that kind of thing. Don't do anything meaningless. There's only one thing I want to know."

For a moment, Vistalinu closed his lips.

He looked as if he was afraid and hesitant.

Despite this, Vistalinu still tried hard to choose his words and spoke.

"You two, tell me everything you've seen and heard about my father, Mordo Gon."

This seemed to be an order. Although those sharp eyes were still trembling, there was an arrogance in them that could be called fortitude.

Murphy put her finger to her mouth and sighed softly.

The more times like this happen, the more I want to smoke a cigarette, but at this moment, if I really put my hand into my arms, I will see my neck pierced by some weapon in the next moment.

Oh, this is really troublesome. I didn’t expect that this Iron Princess would take such tough measures.

As expected, he was raised by the famous plunderer, Mordo Gon.

Now, how to answer?

Thinking of this, Murphy couldn't help but grit his teeth and narrowed his eyes again as if looking for words.

Now, we are brought here specifically to find the answer, which means that the seeds of doubt planted before have been nourished somewhere and have successfully sprouted.

She might think that there was just a small mistake, or she might think that it was simply her own illusion.

Despite this, there are indeed doubts in the heart of the girl named Vistalinu.

Then, someone here must also make a corresponding response, to incite her doubts, and then turn it around and cultivate the doubts into reality in the girl's heart.

Oh, really, I will not have a good ending. Just to achieve my own goals, I even did not hesitate to incite the feelings of a young girl.

But it is not easy to do this. Simply listing the facts and conveying them is far from enough.

But in that case, Vistalinu would only deny the facts and cover his eyes and not see.

If you are not careful, the weapons around you that are reflecting murderous light will probably be very happy to see blood.

"...Isn't that surprising? Even low-ranking mercenaries like us would pay close attention. Is this also our duty as a Guardian?"

Murphy sank deeply into the sofa and spoke as if she were completely out of spirit.

His eyes never left Vistalinu, after all, she was the only one who needed to be persuaded in the end.

Murphy now poured all her energy into her every move, slowly weaving words.

However, Vistalinu raised an eyebrow in displeasure at his words. He was such a frank person.

"Didn't I tell you not to do anything unnecessary? The reason I called you out is exactly as I said. All you have to do is answer honestly."

Vistalinu's voice was slightly irritable, but he didn't lose his composure at all.

People with this kind of personality, also known as arrogant people, think that the more they pursue something, the more valuable it is.

In that case, it would be better to make her more anxious.

Yes, that's what Murphy thought.

however--

"——Well, if you like it, I'll tell you."

It was Bruda's voice that suddenly interrupted the conversation.

It was a deep voice that Murphy had never heard before.

The sound seemed extremely tense, as if it would explode with the slightest touch.

Not good, this is not a good thing.

Bruda is now very emotional and completely controlled by his emotions.

Can those words, spoken under the influence of emotion, really be conveyed to the Iron Princess?

The doubts in her heart wouldn't be blown away just like that.

Unconsciously, Murphy opened her lips and tried to suppress Bruda.

But before he could speak, Bruda's sharp gaze had already pierced his eyes.

So sensitive, a little too much.　

Bruda's sharp gaze was, after all, the most piercing gaze Murphy had ever seen before.

Moreover, they were very similar to the eyes he had seen when he was saved by Bruda.

So, just like that, Murphy shut up without saying a word.

It's not because I've given up, nor am I surprised by this attitude or anything like that.

However, Murphy thought: If I ignore the gaze of my friends here and trample on them who want to talk to me seriously, then I will lack conscience as a human being.

Then, as if in response to Bruda's gaze, he nodded.

Why am I always like this, always backing down when forced to do so?

Thinking of this, Murphy sank deeply into the sofa.

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For Bruda, every word was like spitting out the curse that had accumulated in his body.

For a long time, no, I didn't tell anyone at all.

He stored everything in his heart, shouldered everything on his own, and survived.

But now, I want to reveal all that here. As for the reason, I don't know anymore.

Sitting across from him was the Iron Princess Vistalinu. Perhaps it was because of her, or perhaps it was influenced by the employer sitting next to him.

No, forget it. Thinking about it is stupid in itself.

Anyway, I have always thought so, so I might as well continue doing so today.

Thinking of this, Bruda narrowed his eyes slightly and refocused his attention on Vistalinu who was sitting opposite him.

As soon as I try to speak, my brain starts buzzing and emitting heat.

But even so, the words turned into waves, approaching his lips one after another.

The aroma of the wine slightly irritated his nostrils, but Bruda didn't care at all.

"It's simple and common. My father... Bruda Geria, was a mercenary. Just a slightly strange one."

Yes, a weirdo. Bruda couldn't help but blink.

The so-called mercenaries, even if they act in groups, are ultimately in a relationship of mutual profit.

In other words, it is almost impossible to quickly build a relationship like a true partnership there.

Especially in a mercenary city like Belphein, before a clear management organization is formed, it is normal for mercenaries to deceive each other and betray their fellow camps.

As soon as they get paid, they are stabbed in the back by people they think are their companions. This happens all the time.

However, even though it was such a cold era, my father believed very much in love.

Although his father, a devout Catholic, became a mercenary to make a living, he still believed in others and in salvation.

It would be fine if believing in these things could help you get a better job, but believing in love and redemption when you have become a mercenary is a bit too much.

In short, it is not known whether the foolish father's wish was conveyed to the gods or attracted the devil, but he gained a trustworthy friend and a woman he loved.

At this point, Bruda was not only speaking to Vistalinu, but also to everyone around him.

His eloquence cannot be said to be very good. His words are sometimes repetitive, there are also some parts that don’t make sense, and his narration is not very fluent.

But, strangely, there seemed to be something touching in the words, and no one made a sound to interrupt, and everyone was listening attentively.

"That friend's name is Mordo, Mordo Gon. I met him when I was a kid. I don't remember him well, but he wasn't a bad person."

After Bruda finished muttering these words, the atmosphere in the surrounding area suddenly became tense.

Everyone was looking at Vistalinu's face, including Mephi and the mercenaries around him.

Would she, who deeply respected her father Mordo, fly into a rage at the words of this lowly mercenary?

Everyone has this idea.

However, Vistalinu brushed off the strange looks around him that were neither expectant nor nervous, and uttered a brief speech.

"……continue."

Neither oppose nor deny.

Vistalinu crossed his hands in front of his mouth, urging Bruda to continue, that was all.

Bruda nodded and grunted slowly.

In the dimly lit high-end tavern, his voice was the only one that could be heard.

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[1] Salon: originally refers to the luxurious reception room in the residence of the upper class in France. It can be understood as a social place for the upper class.

Since the 17th century, celebrities in Paris (mostly ladies of high socialite status) have often turned their living rooms into famous social venues.

Chapter 38: Driven Stakes (3500)

Bruda's voice floated in the high-end tavern, and it naturally entered the ears of the listeners, making people swallow their saliva involuntarily.

Murphy, Iron Princess Vistalinu, and the mercenaries around him, no one interrupted, all listening to his voice.

"...In a battlefield where lives are at stake, the bond between a man and a woman can unexpectedly deepen. That being said, my mother isn't a mercenary, just an ordinary villager."

Bruda muttered to himself, his lips moving.

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The woman my father loved deeply, my mother, gave birth to me soon.

There is no doubt that life must have been very happy at that time.

Even if you live a mercenary lifestyle that destroys and tramples on others, you will still have a lover, a family, and friends.