After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

For Vistalinu, it was only a coincidence that he was able to react to the attack at all.

Because it was a perfect surprise attack that did not allow any delay, a flash like a ferocious fang without leaving even the slightest gap.

Vistalinu could only immediately raise his battle axe and bear it.

No, to say that he could bear it would be too arrogant and foolish, because he was indeed hit by the battle axe.

Vistalinu's whole body made a sharp cracking sound, and his wrist felt a dull pain.

And this was just a blow.

When Vistalinu understood this fact, his eyes were filled with horror.

What was that? What on earth had befallen me?

Vistalinu's eyes widened as he stared at the figure gleaming in the dust.

A peculiar fear and a touch of curiosity arose in her heart, like a child uncovering the true nature of something strange.

There is something there that I don’t know about, a huge sense of expectation and anxiety similar to this.

Vistalinu blinked.

"—Are you the Iron Princess? Then bring that guy some souvenirs."

There was a female swordsman who was smaller than Vistalinu. She swung her silver hair and spoke with her small lips moving slightly.

If you simply look at that figure, you can't help but have doubts.

Was this girl really the one who had just tried to chop him down? Was she really the one who had made him feel such an inexplicable terror?

He was not as tall as Vistalinu, and the weapon he held was just a jade-red longsword that looked extremely fragile.

If you only look at these, it doesn't seem like a strong enemy.

Even if someone said that she was a powerless girl who only came to the battlefield with her meager courage, I'm afraid it would be believable.

The girl in front of me looks so slender.

But, that's not right.

The molars clattered, and after hearing this sound, Vistalinu realized that she had clenched her teeth without realizing it.

Those shining eyes and that overwhelming presence that was hard to imagine a mortal could possess.

All of this pulled the girl in front of him out of the framework of common sense.

The girl's eyes reflected a strong will and the arrogance unique to the strong. It was definitely not the look of someone who had to muster up the courage to challenge the battlefield.

On the contrary, deep in her eyes, there is a arrogance that only belongs to the strong, which is to trample on and ravage the enemy.

And this sense of presence allows her to still shine in the chaotic battlefield.

Vistalinu didn't know who she was, and among Belphein's private soldiers, she had no impression of the silver-haired swordsman at all.

If he really was a private soldier, then he would definitely remain in Vistalinu's memory first.

In other words, this girl is an outsider who appeared by chance.

And this outsider happened to stand on Belphein's side.

That should be it.

Even so, the girl looked like the ruler of the battlefield, acting like the leader of a private army.

The private soldiers were also unconsciously gaining momentum, as if they were drawn by the enthusiasm she generated.

It was an overwhelming sense of presence, and just by being there, it could make people's internal organs feel warm.

This is the silver-haired female swordsman.

Vistalinu, out of intuition, whether it was right or wrong, without any thought, this sentence naturally came to her mind.

——She must be killed here and now. If she cannot be done, it will become a lifelong curse.

The tension almost burned his skin, and the mental pressure made his throat tighten. Vistalinu let out a slight breath.

When Vistalinu raised the battle axe with both hands again, the pain in her wrists had disappeared.

In front of the silver-haired swordsman, pain is nothing but a trivial matter.

If you dare to worry about these trivial matters, your head will move in the next moment. Vistalinu can easily imagine this scene.

Holding the battle axe as if hanging on her shoulder, Vistalinu took a half step, closing the distance between them.

The swordsman took a low stance, low enough to lie on the ground.

The already small figure looked even smaller because of the bent knees.

I knew there was saliva accumulating in my mouth, but it was impossible to swallow it.

At that moment, the scene of the heart being dug out emerged in my mind.

To Vistalinu, breathing, blinking, and even the slightest shake of the knees now seemed fatal.

This is the first time I think of it this way.

This feeling of having my neck strangled by the tense, heavy, and even compressed air itself is something I have never experienced before.

With a whoosh, the wind started to blow on the street.

Between Vistalinu and Silver, dust began to fly.

The next moment, the dust shattered again, torn into pieces, and then disappeared.

Vistalinu swung his battle axe down from above with a whistling sound, just to counter the silver-haired swordsman who was slashing down from below.

However, in his mind, Vistalinu saw the scene of the silver sword piercing his head again and again.

Unconsciously, her cheeks relaxed.

It is said that cowards die over and over again, but heroes die only once.

Then, I must be a coward.

Because up to now, I have imagined the scene of myself being killed countless times.

The silver-haired swordsman kept a low posture, and as if to bring Vistalinu's imagination into reality, he swung his sword to lift the veil.

The tip of the sword didn't tremble at all. The proof of her having gone through a thousand trials and tribulations was imbued in the sword, drawing a flash of light in the sky.

The flashing trail seemed to be attracted and moved towards Vistalinu's head.

As if meeting that flash of light, the battle axe swung down with the whistling sound of the wind.

The brute force of the battle axe split the sky, intersecting with the silver flash that tore through the sky.

—Instantly, a roar that seemed to distort even the wind resounded through the streets.

Chapter 47 Their Path

Once again, the streets were filled with the smell of burning iron, the smell of weapons gnashing and grinding against each other.

The moment the battle axe and the silver sword collided, Filia immediately turned her wrist, held the sword horizontally, and let the battle axe slide directly over the blade.

Squeak—a strange scream came from the place where the weapons collided, and sparks fell in layers.

The heavy pressure should have been lifted, but there was still a numb feeling seeping from her fingertips, and Filia couldn't help but tighten her lips.

Then, Filia turned her wrist again, turned sideways, and guided the battle axe that was trying to crush her to the ground.

It was as if, under one's own guidance, one was forcibly creating a channel for the power to move forward.

——In an instant, a roar like a strong wind rang out on the street.

The Iron Princess Vistalinu, indeed the woman with that name, slammed her battle axe into the ground.

The cobblestones on the street peeled off, revealing the earth's true appearance. Stones flying freely in the air swept across Filia's cheek with great momentum.

So that's how it is. It is indeed an extraordinary power.

The title of Iron Princess does not seem to be undeserved.

Since he possesses such strong power, it is no surprise that he can become the city's first warrior.

Moreover, she is very proficient in the operation of the battle axe, which is enough to be called an outstanding person.

Feeling the impact of this confrontation on her body, Filia's silver eyes flickered.

But, she thought, the Demon Ape in the Sky Courtyard and Salia was superior to it.

To this day, Filia still remembers those arms, the numbness, and the trembling that ran down her back.

This body has experienced powers that are impossible for humans to achieve.

Well, it's no big deal. At this level, once you've overcome a difficulty, you won't be left whimpering and kneeling on the ground again.

Filia drew her sword, took the stance to relieve the force of the battle axe, turned her wrist again, and slashed at Vistalinu fiercely.

At this moment, Vistalinu's battle axe was already stuck in the ground, and she had become a helpless prey. Filia would never give her another chance to swing the battle axe.

Because the enemy is a warrior, undoubtedly, someone worth defeating and someone worthy of respect.

That is why its name should not be insulted.

To act like letting the other person go here is tantamount to trampling on her spirit.

I'll chop off your head right here, and let it soar to heaven with pride, as is proper for a warrior.

Filia's silver pupils narrowed, and the sword pointed to the sky.

The long sword, like a guillotine, fell towards Vistalinu's head.

——Blood foam mixed with sand and dust, and was carried into the sky by the wind, flying.

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A slightly dusty room in the lord's mansion was a resting place for Frodo Volgograd.

No, in other words, it is actually a house arrest facility.

Sitting on the provided bed, Frodo's black pupils flickered and she sighed.

Actually, the quality of the bed itself wasn't that bad.

Frodo glanced at the door, where a soldier stood at attention.

Although it is called a guard, it is actually surveillance.

I'm afraid that if Frodo shows any sign of planning to go out, he will immediately call for support.

Even if she looked in the direction of the window, Frodo couldn't reach it, it was located in the upper part of the room.

If you use magic, you might be able to touch it with your hands, but it would be almost impossible to meet the conditions of not being discovered by the guards.

so troublesome.

To be honest, the current situation seemed a bit unexpected to Frodo.

Indeed, he had thought about being suspected by the lord, Mordo Gon, and he had also considered being separated from Filia.

But what Frodo didn't expect was that she would be under such strict surveillance.

Is this really necessary? It's baffling. Is Mordo a coward, or is he just inherently suspicious?

Frodo's black pupils shook slightly a few times - despite this, it was not advisable to stay here and wait for help.

Murphy would come here sooner or later. With a matter-of-fact expression, he sneaked in.

No, maybe he will come in through the main entrance.

Anyway, no matter what form it takes, as long as he is forced into a desperate situation on the street, he will come here sooner or later.

Frodo has already understood that Murphy has a unique way of thinking.

The more trouble he gets into, the more powerful his aura becomes, and his thoughts and actions begin to lean in that direction.

In other words, these are thoughts and actions that appear extreme to those around you.

Ah, yes, that's exactly like Libra.

Until the very last moment, everything on the plates on either side will remain balanced.

However, in the end, the balance always collapses in an instant.

Frodo couldn't figure out what that opportunity was.

However, whether it was the resentment that was leaked or the flames that burned the internal organs.