After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

After all, mercenaries were originally farmers and businessmen, ordinary people who were forced to take up arms because they could not even guarantee their basic living needs.

Even among them, there may be some who usually make a living as farmers and only arm themselves as mercenaries during the slack season.

In other words, most mercenaries are just amateurs wielding weapons.

However, the lord's private soldiers are different.

The existence of private soldiers is to fight for the sake of fighting.

They are not like most mercenaries who make a living on the battlefield out of necessity.

They are the ones who are willing to fight and risk their lives.

The so-called private soldiers spend a lot of time training every day, with the goal of swinging weapons and blowing the enemy's heads off. They are such a "simple and pure" group.

So, no matter how many mercenaries there are, they are definitely no match for them in terms of combat effectiveness.

Although the mercenaries trained by Iron Princess are not completely without strength, the outcome of the conflict is obvious.

If nothing can overturn this clear situation, the victory of the lord's side will be absolute.

Therefore, Mattia was relieved.

Because of Murphy, he didn't let his body jump into such a dangerous and uneasy death.

The fact that he was wiser than anyone else made Mattia's face relax.

In any case, Mordo Gon and Vistalinu Gon, father and daughter, who are two gears of Belphein, are now ready to go to war.

Therefore, there is no need for the Heraldry Cult to continue to interfere. All it needs to do is watch the land of Belphein slowly collapse on its own. The best result is within reach.

Thinking of this, Mattia first greeted Murphy who was standing blankly on the street, and then walked out of the back alley.

He should be praised, praised generously, and praised without hesitation for his wise choice.

In this way, Murphy will definitely make the right choice next time.

Yes, if this continues, he will be more willing to obey me and accept what I say.

Thinking of this, my heart began to melt. The so-called supreme joy should refer to this situation.

Mattia's cheeks were immersed in joy, and even the sounds coming out of her mouth were filled with soft colors.

She tried desperately to restrain her emotions, adjust her expression and voice as best she could, and open her lips.

However, Mattia's clear voice did not come out of her throat.

"--Mattia? Ah, just as planned, everything went as expected. Although there were some twists and turns, it finally went according to the script. This time, there should be nothing to complain about, right?"

Perhaps sensing something, Murphy turned around and looked at Mattia, and as usual, he made a frivolous sound from his mouth.

And his expression was also captured by Mattia.

Mattia's throat choked and she couldn't make any sound. She couldn't help but blink.

Because Murphy's expression was tinged with a color so dark that it reminded people of midnight.

Of course, his expression didn't actually change at all.

However, his face was indeed filled with some sticky emotions, which made people feel that way.

Not only that, but there was a ferocious dark light flashing in those eyes.

Murphy's face showed an expression far different from her usual frivolous look.

Mattia knew what that expression meant, because she had seen a similar expression several times.

Mattia couldn't help but swallow her saliva, and her toes trembled slightly as if she was afraid.

"Mattia," Murphy once again called out the name.

Before he could say the next word, Mattia opened her lips.

"Murphy, are you...going to take another risk? Are you going to throw out a rope to save others out of impulse again?"

These words sounded like the sound of a throat being strangled.

That voice was very different from Madia's usual voice, as if the emotions welling up from the bottom of her heart had transformed into sound.

It is undoubtedly a mistake to think that he is wise, it is just an illusion.

Now, Murphy is about to join the battle of those mercenaries again.

The reason and intention were unclear, but that expression, tinged with emotion, was definitely not the expression of someone who had given up something.

Obviously everything should be over now, but Murphy's eyes are still shining, which is enough to prove that his will is still there.

Hearing Mattia's words, Murphy's lips opened and closed continuously as if confused.

"Forget it. Am I the kind of person who helps others? I told you I'd just do that kind of thing in my spare time."

Murphy lowered her head slightly and continued speaking.

Madea narrowed her eyes and looked deeply into Murphy's face.

"So, this time, I'm just picking up the seeds I sowed. Simple, right? On the battlefield, I'll save one... two lives. That's all."

What? Simple? How is this simple?

It is hard to say that the path he chose was wise, nor is it hard to say that he chose the right path.

Rather, this is not entrusting one's destiny to reason, but to the cry of emotions, which can be called an extremely stupid behavior.

But this way of thinking and living is incompatible with Mattia.

For Mattia, who relies on rationality and calculation to live her life, Murphy's ideas should be avoided.

Rather, I hope to deny and crush his desire directly.

This thought stirred up a vortex in Mattia's emotions.

But, not yet.

Even if Murphy is stopped here now, he will definitely rush to the battlefield.

Mattia understood this very well. Murphy was that kind of person. Once he made up his mind about something, he would not listen even if you reasoned with him.

Moreover, Mattia thought, it was this same gesture of his that protected and saved her life in the free city of Crossmaria.

Although it cannot be said to be wise or correct, it is indeed Murphy's unique way of survival.

Regardless, Mattia couldn't deny this fact.

So, even though Mattia's words of protest had already reached her throat, she couldn't spit them out.

Finally, Mattia could only point at the path behind her with her fingertips.

"...If you go now, you'll be swallowed up by the vortex of the battlefield. I'll arrange for a guide from the Heraldry Cult to lead you to the battlefield from the back of the street."

Looking at Murphy blinking with an expression of disbelief on her face, Mattia felt a little relieved.

As if to say, "I really can't do anything about you, so I'll just bear with it for now," Mattia sighed deeply again.

"Listen, Murphy. My compromise is out of respect for you. There's nothing I can do about it—so please make a promise with me."

"You must come back alive. And next time, you must listen to me."

Hearing this, Murphy was stunned. He shrugged his shoulders slightly, said, "I'm sorry, thank you," and then accepted Mattia's words.

Yes, accepted.

Mattia felt her eyes shaking violently. Faced with her emotions and expression that were about to collapse, she desperately asked herself to calm down and swallowed her breath.

Now, that will do.

Now, if he didn't control himself to this extent, he would definitely refute it strongly.

So, teach him the right path slowly and surely first.

It doesn't matter. I will do my best to bring him back alive.

Murphy and Madia exchanged a few brief words before heading out onto the path.

It was a conversation about what to look forward to after this and where the future ends, that kind of thing.

During the conversation, Mattia suddenly spoke in the middle of it.

"Who are you planning to help this time?"

Murphy suddenly looked away and opened her mouth.

"My best friend is there."

Murphy narrowed his eyes slightly and moved his lips. From his expression, one could even see that he looked a little shy.

"What an idiot! For the sake of their loved ones, they threw their own names, happiness, and even gender out the window. What an idiot! It's obvious that no matter who they are, they are fighting for the happiness they pray for. Sigh."

This was all Murphy said. After that, he refused to say anything else and just walked towards the alley.

And Mattia just sighed again and didn't ask any further questions.

Really, there is nothing you can do about him.

After finishing the conversation, Mattia blinked and watched Murphy's back disappear into the dark alley.

Chapter 50 The Purpose of Those Hands (2500)

When his eyes caught sight of the silver hair, the first words that came to Murphy's mind were, why are you in this place?

In any case, Filia probably didn't even know about her being in Belphion.

But now, for some unknown reason, she was leading the lord's private soldiers and wielding a sword.

However, it is not wrong to say that there seems to be something wrong with her now.

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

Murphy made a muffled sound in her throat in an attempt to stop her from stabbing Bruda with the blade.

Then, at the moment of speaking, when the words finally reached Filia's ears.

Murphy's back felt like it was being licked by cold wax, and she shuddered.

The body targeted by emotion could not help but place its fingertips on the hilt of the sword.

Slowly, Filia's gaze, as well as Bruda and Vistalinu's, turned to Mephi.

Murphy could see that those silver eyes were gleaming with dazzling flames.

"You're too late. Murphy, you're so arrogant now that you even make me wait for you."

Filia's eyes blinked, and she looked like she was in a good mood.

But Murphy always felt that there was something twisted in her heart.

I always feel that if there is just the slightest touch, the hand that reaches out will get hurt, which seems quite dangerous.

So that's how it is. Murphy easily understood that the knight who suddenly appeared seemed to be in a bad mood.

In this case, I really hope she can vent her anger in a place that has nothing to do with her.

"Why are you here... No, that's not right. I want to hear the reason why the Knight has appeared. I was planning to clean up this place by myself."

Why, how could this be, words like these are useless.

Anyway, there must be some clear purpose, and there is no time for a long conversation right now.

As Murphy spoke, he looked into Filia's silver eyes.

"How should I put it? Um... because there's this idiot who doesn't consider his companions as his comrades, so I came by to tighten his neck a little bit?"

As she said this, Filia's face showed an elegant smile.

However, what that smile showed was not tenderness and kindness, but her true nature deep in her heart.

Ah, so that's how it is. It seems she is angry with me, and very angry.

Murphy's cheeks twitched involuntarily when he realized this, and his body was exposed to this intense emotion, almost breaking his knees.

First, he muttered in a trembling voice, "That was a joke, right?"

Then, without turning his head, Murphy glanced at Vistalinu and Bruda out of the corner of his eye.

Vistalinu's shoulder was badly injured, and she was covered in blood. Although Bruda was trying to stop the bleeding, how much could that do? Her movements would definitely be affected.

Moreover, after losing their commander, Vistalinu, the mercenaries began to waver noticeably.

It's terrible. Things are developing in an unreasonable direction, far beyond imagination.