After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

But Filia liked the light feeling.

Because, as a believer in strength, someone who makes no secret of the arrogance of the strong, in Filia's view, only by traveling light can one better demonstrate one's strength.

Compared to those who are heavily dressed, she, who is lightly dressed, can feel more deeply in her heart that this is the power that belongs to her.

If you don't have strength, you can't do anything and you can't get anything. Filia believes in this theory from the bottom of her heart.

He exerted a sudden force on those slender fingers, and then Filia nodded.

It seems that the protective gear is in good condition and the force can be fully transmitted to the fingertips.

So, naturally, if there is something you want, the right thing to do is to grab it with your own hands.

"Ms. Philia Reinhart, please don't push yourself."

The name that had long been abandoned by Filia struck her ears, causing her silver eyes to blink involuntarily.

Turning her head to look over, Filia saw a man named Tolga who bowed his head respectfully and claimed to be Mordo Gon's confidant.

Although his head was indeed lowered out of courtesy to the upper class, the color in his pupils was definitely not that of submission.

Of course, Filia was also very clear that this man named Tolga came here not as her subordinate, but as her monitor.

Taking Saint Ella's words as an opportunity, Mordo decided to send out his own private soldiers to fill the entire Belphein.

The reason why he did this was to strangle the neck of Murphy, the biggest sinner of the Cathedral.

Then he would offer him to the cathedral to gain merit for himself.

In other words, his policy of being conciliatory towards the Church of Heraldry has now been abandoned by him.

After all, the larger the number of private troops sent out, the more the spies who infiltrated Belphein would understand Mordor's intentions.

But...it doesn't matter. It just happens that as long as Murphy can be killed and his body can be presented to the Cathedral, there will be no problem at all.

After weighing the pros and cons of all situations, the man named Mordo finally made this judgment.

After realizing the other party's intention, Filia's eyelids twitched unconsciously.

——I want to catch Murphy, this prey, with my own hands.

So, while announcing this, Filia asked to go with some of her private soldiers.

Ah, I didn't deceive them, it was exactly like that.

It was to achieve that purpose that I came here, to Belphein.

"Don't worry, Yiyi. I'm more or less used to swords."

To Tolga who looked at her with a cold expression, Filia just shrank her cheeks slightly and responded.

Filia's request to travel with her private soldiers was surprisingly readily accepted.

So that's how it is. From Mordo's perspective, this must be a safe strategy.

Because that man must still be suspicious of himself and Frodo, and for the lord, this is also a natural mentality.

The sudden visit of upper-class guests might be some kind of trap, or the hand of the devil that pushes him to the bottom of hell.

It's not surprising that the so-called lords and nobles often think about these things deep down in their hearts.

Therefore, without the saint's exact words, it would be basically impossible for Mordo to dispatch his private soldiers.

It was precisely because he was such a man with suspicion buried deep in his bones that he agreed to Filia's request to travel with her private soldiers.

He must have thought: If this Filia and Frodo are companions, then it would be better to monitor the two separately.

After all, if two people are together, they might do something that may cause instability, or discuss some bad things together.

Because of this realization, it is best to separate the two so that they don't do anything strange again.

In other words, one on each side, Frodo stayed in the official residence, while Filia went to the battlefield.

Of course, both sides have their own trusted guards to protect their safety.

In this way, even if they really have some bad thoughts in their hearts, they should not put them into practice.

Yes, that’s probably what Mordo thought.

But, if he really thought so, then it can only be said that...what a mundane and pure thought.

It is understandable to have such thoughts, but does it really apply to me and Frodo?

After all, can she and I really be called partners?

He quietly drew out the dragon horn sword, and the mirror surface with a faint reflection reflected Filia's face.

That's right, he and Frodo did walk to this city together, worked together for each other's goals, and also spoke with one voice for some special situations.

I see, this can definitely be called a collaborator, or we can say we have joined forces.

But if you are asked whether you are an accomplice, that would be a different story.

Because my only companion is Murphy.

Ah, of course, there was no doubt that Murphy was his accomplice.

Thinking of this, Filia's cheeks twisted.

Although to others, it looked like a smile.

However, if anyone could truly see the passion and the emotions that flickered like flames in its heart, no one would say that it was a smiling face.

Filia bit her lips with her white canine teeth.

Didn't I say that at the time? Filia couldn't help but think.

When the journey belongs only to Murphy and I, and we are in a good mood every day and filled with satisfaction.

Indeed, I should have said it, just before that, just... when I left the Kingdom of Leiden.

——If, if, by any chance, you betray me. Then, I will definitely force you into a desperate situation, understand?

Yes, I have given advice.

However, that guy still left his side nonchalantly.

I should still be his accomplice, but he didn't have any discussion with me as his accomplice, and disappeared without saying a word.

Just when these thoughts came to the edge of her mind, the anger in Filia's chest would burst into huge sparks.

At first, I was still enduring, even forcing myself to suppress the emotions that had already surged in my heart.

I even thought about expressing my understanding and saying, "It can't be helped." That would sound a bit servile.

Looking back, he never consulted with me, whether in the Free City of Crossmaria or the Hanging Garden of Gasalia.

He never said a single decent word and always disappeared somewhere without a word.

He has always been willful and decided everything based on his own will. Nothing has changed since he took himself out of the Reinhardt family mansion.

All this time, Filia has been accepting all of this, thinking: What a helpless guy.

However, this time, as usual, there was nothing she could do. Just as Filia wanted to sigh like this, a crack appeared in her heart.

That was because of the fact indirectly brought about by Larga An—Meffe took the hand of Saint Madia and headed towards the mercenary city of Belphein.

These words caused a distorted sound to emanate from deep within Filia's heart.

That’s nothing.

What? Aren't you my accomplice? Even so, you didn't discuss anything with me. What are you doing? Holding hands with someone like that?

Even Filia herself didn't understand the answers to those questions.

But now, there is only one thing that Filia can be sure of.

Although she didn't know if it was just Filia trying to divert her attention, she did have a certain conviction in her heart.

——I seem to have doted on Murphy too much and spoiled him.

Yes, after I repeatedly accepted his self-indulgent behavior because of his slightly sweet expression, the bastard started to get cocky and complacent.

I even started to think that I would tolerate it no matter what, which led to this misunderstanding.

But it's too late. Murphy, it's time for you to realize your mistake.

It’s nothing. It’s necessary to discipline it precisely because it’s your own thing. This is all for your own good.

There was heat in Filia's pupils, and she smiled ferociously again.

That guy has to realize it.

Without me, he can do nothing;

If he is abandoned by me, he will not only lose the glory, but also lose all salvation.

These must be ingrained into his brain so that he will never forget them.

Moreover, if he betrayed himself and became dependent on others—there would be nothing before him except destruction and despair.

He must be made to understand this deeply, deeply.

Ah, it’s troublesome, really, it’s troublesome.

Murphy is such a bad person. How could he not understand such a simple thing?

But, this is also something worth doing.

Feeling the emotion that was about to set her spine on fire, swaying in her chest, Filia couldn't help but feel in a good mood.

The silver hair was tied up and swayed.

It's like spreading the flames everywhere.

—Okay, Murphy, it's time for some discipline.

Chapter 41 Watershed

"Lord Murphy is trapped here. What should we do, Saint Madia?"

After being asked this by a Herald Cultist, Madia's eyes tightened.

The sign that declared the building before me to be a high-end tavern swayed, and the golden ornaments adorning the sign gleamed.

Even in high-end taverns, it is rare to see signs decorated with gold ornaments.

This should be a social place for nobles or similar people, right? Mattia thought so.

The cultist standing nearby reported that Murphy and a mercenary named Bruda were brought into this tavern, which was absolutely correct.

The mastermind behind taking them away was none other than Vistalinu Gon, the city's guardian and one of its rulers.

The two pieces of information about Mephi's whereabouts and that the mastermind was Vistalinu soon reached the companions lurking in Belphein.

At first, it was so simple that Mattia even began to wonder if the information she had obtained was false.

But in a sense, that's natural.

After all, in this city, it is difficult for the man named Vistalinu to hide his whereabouts.

As long as her feet are still on Belphein, the eyes around her will unconsciously follow her shadow.

Although they were sometimes afraid of her, sometimes respected her, and sometimes even insulted her, no one would look away.

For this city, the Iron Lady Vistalinu Ghosn is such a special existence.

There is no doubt that she is the symbol and ruler of Belpheon.

After temporarily separating from Mephistopheles, Madia immediately made contact with the Heraldry spies who had infiltrated Belphein.

In other words, if Murphy's life is in danger, they can become the force to rescue him.

At the same time, everything that happened in Belphein could be collected without missing a single detail as a source of intelligence.

The place they arrived at following the information was this high-end tavern.

Although the authenticity is unclear, this seems to be the tavern that Vistalinu often visited.

Mattia could understand why her chest was throbbing so intensely that it hurt.

If possible, she even wanted to step into the tavern without a trace of regret, kick the door open, and call Murphy's name.

However, that won’t work.

With a trace of calmness still remaining in her mind, Mattia clearly realized that doing so would only worsen the wound and even put Murphy's life in greater danger.

Moreover, the mastermind of the incident did not hire mercenaries to kill them, but brought them to this place on purpose.