After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

In short, when something comes, the balance of Murphy's scale will be seriously disrupted.

That is the essence of Murphy that has not changed since the incident in the underground temple.

However, if asked whether that was a good idea, Frodo didn't know how to judge and could only frown.

It is true that Murphy's nature saved him.

However, that kind of overly extreme thinking can be like taking a step towards the underworld if you are not careful.

Yes, this is Murphy.

No, Frodo raised an eyebrow and cleared the thought from her mind.

This is a question I have thought about many times so far. If this is the case, the thoughts that come to my mind are meaningless.

How stupid! Thinking and knowledge are indeed the supreme threads.

But if I let them entangle me, there would be no point.

The most important thing is to weave them together well.

If Murphy follows his instincts this time, then there is no doubt that this mansion will become his ultimate goal.

His goal is to bring Belphein down, so he will definitely come here.

Frodo smiled slightly, her eyes relaxed, and her black hair fluttered in the air.

Then, you must also make corresponding preparations and there is no room to stop in such a place.

Frodo stood up, blinked her eyelashes, and then gently moved her slender fingers.

Yes, it will definitely work now.

That miraculous magic that Murphy had once longed for.

—A magic trick that can induce thoughts and deprive people of consciousness with the elegant fragrance of flowers.

How frustrated he was when he knew he couldn't use it, and how many times did he curse his own weakness after that?

Since then, I have been continuously reducing my sleep time to conduct research.

He would definitely be happy if he knew that I can use that magic now.

Just imagining this, Frodo's eyebrows couldn't help but rise.

And from her gently rotating fingers, a faint fragrance of flowers emanated.

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Chapter 48 The Reserve of the Strong and the Will of the Weak

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

A strange vibration echoed in the street, which was the sound of Vistalinu's two-handed battle axe hitting the ground.

The blow dealt to the Iron Princess Vistalinu could be considered as the highest respect that Filia paid to her martial arts, which she was so proud of.

Although there was fear hidden in his pupils, his pride was unmistakable.

And the martial art of wielding a battle axe as if it were her own arm, she, who carries both of these, can be said to be an unquestionable warrior.

Because of this, she should not be allowed to experience the pain of death in her last moments.

All it takes is one move to sever that flesh, and it will be like falling asleep, sending its spirit to heaven.

Filia believed that this was proper etiquette for warriors and a way to show respect, even if it was an enemy, even if it was an existence that tried to block one's way.

This idea is undoubtedly a silent expression of Filia's own pride.

Because of this, Filia engraved this idea deep in her mind.

Now, sticky emotions surfaced in those silver pupils, and a burning sigh escaped from his lips.

"...Not everyone can live a beautiful life. It sounds nice, but it's so ugly. I think there's nothing more stupid than messing up someone's final curtain call."

Filia's irritated voice came out quietly.

If she didn't use words to relieve herself, the frenzy rising in her heart would almost drive her crazy.

Filia's silver eyes stared at the long sword that pierced the right shoulder of the Iron Princess Vistalinu, then lowered her gaze and glared fiercely at the thing there.

There are several long needles there, about the length of a palm, which slightly change the trajectory of the sword.

In Filia's sight, the blood spilled from Vistalinu's right shoulder, splashing as if it had been freed from her body, and in her ears she heard her screams caused by the great pain of her body being torn apart.

Vistalinu then fell to his knees.

How sad! What an ugly thing to do.

Unconsciously, Filia clenched her teeth.

Originally, a warrior like Vistalinu should not have suffered such pain.

For Filia, that was regret from the bottom of her heart.

Filia is a believer in strength, but she vows to be loyal to unremitting training and painstaking efforts.

If one makes unremitting efforts to gain power, then in the process, one will inevitably cause harm to oneself.

Sometimes it is physical trauma, sometimes it is mental trauma.

But the so-called effort, the so-called diligence, the so-called tempering, itself requires suffering in order to continue moving forward.

In order to control her violent heart, Filia took a deep breath.

Therefore, such efforts should be rewarded.

One of the rewards is a pain-free end.

Filia believes that giving the other person a sleeping death is the best respect for the other person.

Perhaps this is the arrogance of a strong person that is unique to Filia.

However, even so, Filia was the only one who did not give up the idea.

Because she knows that the buds of hard work will not always bloom into beautiful flowers.

Therefore, at least within the scope of what she can do, Filia hopes to repay Fenmi with respect.

"I'm sorry, but losing a family member once is enough. Oh, that was terrible. It was the worst day ever."

And now, that reward has been taken away by that guy.

The silver eyes even spewed out green flames as they stared at the figure that appeared before them.

For a mercenary, his body was too thin and he wore a high-brimmed hat on his head.

The brown hair was faintly visible, but the face was hidden by the hat and could not be seen clearly.

However, the most noteworthy thing is not the appearance, but the weapon in his hand.

The mercenary was holding a needle as long as his palm.

Yes, it's the same needle that rolled around Filia's feet.

Just now, when the silver sword was about to break Vistalinu's head, the needle hit his metal glove from the side.

"Idiot. All you've done is cause this man more pain."

Filia glared at the mercenary and bit her lip again.

This was both a reflection of her dislike for mercenaries and a ritual to curse herself for her uselessness.

Originally, Filia's attack would not be affected by the vibration caused by the needle.

But this time, Filia noticed the projectile flying towards her hand when she tried to cut off Vistalinu's neck.

Then, as if by reflex, Filia reacted naturally, skillfully using her protective gear to deflect the object.

The result is that the warriors who should not suffer uttered unnecessary whimpers.

Filia once again cast a regretful look at Vistalinu.

At that moment, the edge of the silver pupil reflected the brilliance of iron, and there was also the sound of a slight breeze blowing.

It wasn't a blow aimed only at the wrist like before.

The long needle thrown out had the clear intention of piercing Filia's eyes, throat, heart and other vital parts and digging out her flesh and blood.

Even if it misses a vital point, if the needle tip is poisoned... then a hit will be fatal, and the enemy will die with a final scream.

The long needle whistled through the wind.

The next thing that was heard was the sound of iron being bounced.

The long needles thrown many times were blocked one by one by Filia's protective gear.

The sound of the mercenary swallowing reached Filia's ears.

——Extremely boring.

I couldn't help but let out the sigh that had been accumulating deep in my heart.

No matter how you think about it, this throwing technique is not used in direct combat with the enemy, but when the enemy is not even aware of your breath.

In short, this is a technique used for assassination.

In that case, the blow that just bent the tip of Filia's sword must have been the last chance to hit Filia with the long needle.

As to whether it can be realized, that is another matter, but it is undoubtedly the time with the greatest possibility.

Therefore, the opportunity no longer exists.

The spirit that gives opportunities is not so generous as to give the other party something that was missed once, so once you miss it, don't expect to have another chance.

Filia gritted her teeth lightly as she uttered the words.

"You may go wherever you like, but if you really wish, I will do my best to entertain you."

The implication is.

——There’s no need to take you seriously anymore. If you’re hostile, I’ll kill you, but if you turn your back and run away, I won’t chase you. After all, you’re just an opponent of this level.

Filia's hands reached out for the hilt of the longsword that was stuck in Vistalinu's body.

Although the bleeding on Vistalinu's right shoulder had stopped slightly, the huge wave of pain had not ended and his face was still pale.

With his knees pressed to the ground, unable to even fall down, Vistalinu kept sobbing.

Perhaps, in her ordinary spirit, she has lost consciousness and even refused to live.

At least it is certain that she has lost the ability to think normally.

——Please take it easy here. I'm sorry to have caused you any suffering, warrior of Belphein.

The long sword was pulled out of Vistalinu's body, and blood splattered again, dyeing the air vermilion.

She saw the mercenary wielding a long needle running desperately towards her, and Filia couldn't help but sigh again.

Just like that, at the moment when the sword blade was about to brush against the neck of the approaching mercenary.

"—Hey, you're acting like a villain in a tragedy, aren't you?"

A voice rang in Filia's ears.

That was a voice that Filia hadn't heard in a long time.

Moreover, it was that voice that Filia pursued wherever she went.

Chapter 49: Smart People and Stupid People (3000)

When Saint Madia saw the Iron Princess Vistalinu walking out of the high-end tavern and the mercenaries following her, and the group of them leaving across the street, the worry that had been hanging in her heart finally came to her mind.

Because his own man, Murphy, did not follow them.

Rather, he looked as if he was at a loss, standing blankly on the side of the road without moving.

Seeing his expression, Mattia couldn't help but feel a little itchy in her heart.

Ah, Murphy listened to his own instructions and did not chase after the mercenaries. Great, it couldn't be better than this.

Just now, what the Iron Princess Vistalinu said showed that she had harbored rebellious thoughts against the lord deep in her heart.

And those mercenaries probably understood their princess's thoughts, so they set out towards their death.

Yes, a place of death. The place they were heading to was definitely a place of death.

Because mercenaries have no chance of defeating the lord's private army.