After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

For a father who believes in love and seeks redemption, there is probably nothing more ideal than this. I believe this from the bottom of my heart.

In fact, I was very happy when I was a child.

I firmly believe that everyone gives love to others and prays for happiness, and that is everything in the world.

Ahhh, what a happy life.

So, it would be nice if it could end there.

Even if it is just a few short years of life, as long as it is the happiest life, it is enough.

Rather, it is foolish to continue living a painful life and living in a daze, isn't it?

Because, so-called happiness may fall from your hands at any time.

Naturally, the moment of destruction arrived.

The village girl that my father loves is not the only one who loves him.

She was a very beautiful and gentle person. I heard that she was loved by many people, including my father's best friend.

Mordo Gon, who was once a mercenary, was bought by a nobleman because of his achievements in exchange for the position of chief guard of the village. His father was happy from the bottom of his heart that his good friend had made a name for himself.

However, after those happy years, my father became a criminal and was thrown into a cold prison.

The charges were theft and murder in the village.

Of course, they were mercenaries after all, so it wouldn't be surprising if they committed a crime.

Everyone thinks so, and everyone takes it for granted.

The only one who disagreed was my mother.

If there is anything else, at most I would just add myself.

The younger sister didn't seem to fully understand what a crime was. She only knew that her father was no longer around.

As a mercenary, things were different on the battlefield, but my father was not the kind of person who would commit crimes elsewhere.

Until the end, the father kept pleading his innocence, but no one accepted his accusation.

Finally, the day of my father's execution arrived.

My father, whom I hadn't seen for a long time, looked very haggard.

Then, I saw the figure of my friend, holding the sword that I would use to cut off my father's head.

On the day of execution, he was at the front of the line.

No, it is undoubtedly mandatory.

As the family of a sinner, we must bear the sinner's last moments.

Standing at the forefront, listening to my father's sobs and the villagers' boos, I felt my family's guilt firsthand. This was one of the village rules.

My father did not die simply.

In order to bring unprecedented pain to the sinners, the sword used for execution is a rusty sword.

A sword like that couldn't possibly kill someone so easily.

Even after being stabbed by the sword many times, my father still did not close his eyes.

Again and again, Mordo swung the sword at his neck.

If the father loses consciousness, the ceremony is interrupted and watering is continued until he regains consciousness.

Until the end, he continued to cause pain to his father.

Mordo's expression was obscured by his helmet and could not be seen clearly.

Finally, the time came when life was about to end.

My father said this while crying and spitting blood foam.

"—Sorry, ah. You—need—to be—happy—um, Weiss—please—"

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As soon as Bruda finished speaking, Vistalinu's fingers snapped.

Rather, it is strange that she has been able to suppress it until now.

Portraying Vistalinu's beloved father, Mordo Gon, as a villain.

Therefore, even if there is hatred in those pupils, it is not strange.

The mercenaries around seemed to understand what was meant and grasped the weapons that were emitting dim light.

I don't know whose throat made the sound, but Murphy said nothing. He just stood up and watched Vistalinu's movements.

"...How long should I go on with such fabricated talk?"

Vistalinu's voice trembled, full of rejection.

But that no longer matters to Bruda.

Because these words were no longer spoken for Vistalinu to hear, but to spit out the mud and chains of curse that had accumulated in his heart. That was all.

Bruda's voice sounded again, completely ignoring the existence of Vistalinu and others.

"There was no place for us in the village anymore. After that, we lived in seclusion outside the village, in the lush forest, until that day came."

Vistalinu frowned, wondering whether he should listen to the voice.

It was all just a hypocritical prank. Although Vistalinu concluded so, she still did not issue the order to kill Bruda.

During that hesitation, Bruda continued speaking.

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Although life in the forest is poor and miserable, it is peaceful.

That kind of life is not bad, and when I started to think so little by little, it came.

Just like before, it came suddenly.

That day, while we were developing the forest, Mordo Gon came to our residence.

This was certainly not to deepen old friendships, but to bring the guards to investigate the mother's sins.

I couldn't believe it, how could my mother have committed a crime.

I don't understand and I can't believe why Mordo would accuse my mother of such a false charge.

At the very least, Moldo should be a good friend of my father and also have a relationship with my mother.

Moldo was single, so his father often invited him to his home for meals.

To me, he is like a gentle uncle.

Although I resented my father when he punished him, I also felt it was unbelievable.

But as time went by, I began to think that he would do that, perhaps because he was loyal to his job.

The more I thought about it, the more I felt that Mordo was not a bad person. Both my mother and I believed this.

However, at this moment, he made his mother bear the false accusation.

The crime was - fraud and adultery.

Moldo said coldly that because of her hard life, she cheated kind people and took their money, and sometimes sold her body to get money.

impossible.

After my mother moved to the forest, she never came near the village alone.

Rather, she was afraid of the villagers, so when she went to the village to buy some necessities, she would insist on having me go with her.

She hardly spoke to the villagers.

Therefore, such a crime is impossible.

But it is obviously like this, why do we do this?

Only then did I realize how stupid my mind was. I was like a poor sheep, believing everything.

Only then did I understand.

——I was deceived. Not only my mother, but also my father and myself. We were all deceived by this man.

I am convinced that my father's sins were also fabricated by this man.

At that moment, I felt some emotions surging up from deep within my heart.

He intended to plunder.

He lived up to the name of the plunderer Mordo Gon. This man wanted to take away his father's life and his mother's body.

It felt like an ice-cold tongue was licking my entire body, leaving my back feeling chilled and goosebumps forming.

It is known that my father was deceived and framed.

But, what is that for?

I don't want to know, I don't even want to imagine, but the brain must understand.

It was obvious that his father treated Mordo so closely...but he harbored unimaginable resentment, or rather, feelings close to it.

For several years now, no, probably even longer.

Mordo opened his mouth.

"—Spend the rest of your life in prison, regretting your sins. As for your daughter, leave her to me."

At that moment, I understood.

This man harbored a feeling that could be called resentment, not only towards his father but also towards his mother.

He wanted to take not only the lives of those two people, but everything from them.

This is what the plunderer Mordo Gon has hidden.

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For Vistalinu, it had reached its limit.

"...Shut up, that's enough. Shut up!"

A loud thud of something slapping the table was heard, completely drowning out the surrounding sounds.

After that moment, there was silence.

No one spoke, and everyone was stunned by Vistalinu's behavior.

The only person who didn't care about her actions was, well, one person.

"Lady Iron Princess, do you remember your childhood?"

Bruda's voice was very low, and the anxious response belonged to Vistalinu of course.

"Yes, of course. To prove that what you say is nothing but nonsense, I even remember clearly how my father Mordo went to the battlefield as a mercenary."

That's right, all the stories this person told were fabricated.

Yes, that's right, because I still remember that I grew up watching my father Mordo go to the battlefield and seeing his heroic back.

The figure carrying a big sword, marching towards the battlefield, and the warmth when talking about his mother.

I remember everything about my father very clearly.

After hearing Vistalinu's words, Bruda's voice became lighter for some reason.

"I say... Lady Iron Princess, stop lying."

Vistalinu felt as if the moisture in his head had evaporated and it was extremely hot.

Yet, in order to deny his own glorious memories, this mercenary insisted that my memories were false.

That’s enough. I don’t care anymore. It doesn’t matter anymore.

Just kill them here and those depressing words will disappear...

"Are you kidding me? By the time you're old enough to understand, Mordo would have been a police officer, or even a higher position. Would a man like that go to war as a mercenary?"

—Kill this rude man.

The sound that was about to come out slipped from the throat to the chest.