After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

However, no matter what, his choice gave this woman an opportunity to take advantage of him.

"Since you've been insulted, there's only one thing you can do. This is our rule, and it's also the iron rule of the battlefield."

As Filia said this, she calmly raised the dragon horn sword on the ground. The slanting sunlight made the red light on the sword shine brightly.

Murphy's heart was beating violently. He understood what those words and actions meant.

The nostalgic scene in the alley now comes back to my mind.

"Merphy—you trampled on my dignity and tarnished my honor."

It wasn't something that was flippantly sworn in an alley, then.

That was probably an oath uttered by knights or those of the upper class, a sacred blessing uttered by those who risked their honor and life in battle.

"So, your life and mine will return to heaven once again. And the winner will get two lives - Murphy, I challenge you to a duel."

This was not a sound that only Murphy and Filia could hear, as it was just now.

Rather, it was a loud and clear sound that seemed to echo throughout the entire battlefield.

Chapter 52 Anxiety in the Heart

The red line approached the flank, and the dust scattered as if it hated touching the blade.

As if in response to the silver flash, the black blade blocked the sunlight.

The swords clashed against each other, creating an unpleasant sound that seemed to pierce the eardrums.

In an instant, Murphy's wrist was under tremendous pressure, almost breaking the bones, followed by a feeling of ruptured tendons.

He twisted his body forcefully, kicked the opponent and quickly distanced himself from him.

My throat instantly became dry and my heartbeat quickened with anxiety.

Is his wrist still usable? To confirm this, Murphy couldn't help but grip the sword again, and found that his fingertips were still numb.

It's a bit heavy, but it's no big deal for now.

I remember that I once used my left hand to catch Ames Castina's sword, and my bone was broken, which was quite ugly.

However, if we continue to fight with swords and simply compete in strength, I am afraid that the same situation will happen again.

Such fear wandered in Murphy's mind, through his fingertips, wrists, elbows, shoulders, and he began to understand.

——The girl opposite is Filia.

Murphy felt something like cold sweat sliding down her throat.

"Well, don't worry about it. Murphy, you said you were a pebble or something like that. If that's the case, then go ahead and compete with me."

Murphy knew that this was meant seriously, that it was undoubtedly the truth, because there was no hesitation in the tone.

Filia's fingers gently swung the sword, and the tearing sound proved its sharpness.

The sharpness of the sword, like the fire in her eyes, showed high morale.

On the other hand, Murphy is still shaken.

He understood that he had made the wrong choice and felt deeply guilty about his ugliness. He even wanted to shout out loud here how stupid he had been.

But even so, he still didn't expect that Filia would chop at him without hesitation.

No, that's not right, this must be a lie.

Deep down in Murphy's heart, he had indeed thought that this moment would come sooner or later.

He thought that one day, he would be abandoned by Filia and her sword would be pointed at him.

Yes, he had thought about it.

But even so, it is true that we still think: It would be great if such a day never comes.

So this confused look now is really pathetic.

Murphy's body, on the other hand, subconsciously reacted to the clear threat before her.

His fingers naturally gripped the sword, and the black light shone as if it had swallowed up the sunlight. The magnificent name of Hero Killer appeared on the sword again.

Murphy moved her lips while avoiding eye contact with Filia.

"What do you mean by comparison? Unfortunately, we don't have that kind of luxury right now, not at all."

Even though he knew that Filia's mood would not change at all, he still said that.

Murphy knew that these were words she had said out of cowardice, and they were truly painful.

On the other side, Filia responded as if to bounce off those cowardly words.

"Try to defeat me once more, Murphy. See if you can surpass this sword you gave me. If you can truly achieve it, then you will no longer be a mere mortal, nor a small stone. That flesh and blood will become a form of gold."

This sentence sounded a bit harsh, but it still lingered in my ears and could not be dispelled.

Filia's silver hair swayed in the wind.

"And then, don't worry. Even if you're just a small pebble... ah, even then—I will protect you from any harm. There's nothing to worry about."

That was the voice of someone who was certain of victory.

There was a clear possibility of losing, and she had already lost once before, but Filia seemed completely unaware of this, as if she was asserting that she could not fail.

In other words, even though she has become as weak as she is now, she is still getting stronger?

And the speed at which he became stronger was so fast that he firmly believed that he was invincible now.

But, it is true, that is the fact.

For someone as talented as Filia, becoming stronger is as natural as the sun rising every day.

After realizing this, Murphy cried out in vain in her heart: "Should I really fight? There's no reason for that, right?" She narrowed her eyes and stared at Filia - she had already taken her stance.

How should I put it? He has absolutely no idea how other people feel. He's truly a headstrong person.

In response to Filia, Murphy raised his sword in front of his shoulder.

"Very enthusiastic, my Lord Knight. Come on, I'm afraid you're infatuated with me. I never thought of that."

"What's the matter? By then, I will love you so much that you will feel sick of it."

It sounds like some inappropriate love talk, but in fact, it is a code.

The moment the words fell, the sound of a blade breaking through the air was heard.

Filia's first move was a stab aimed at Murphy's shoulder.

The target of the long sword was very clear, and there was no feint at all. It was as if saying: If you can defend against it, then go ahead and give it a try. It was such an arrogant blow.

What infused that blow, however, more than made up for its arrogance, was a sharpness.

The attack was so swift and powerful that it was beyond the reach of ordinary people, but Filia stepped right in as if it was a matter of course.

But Murphy could see that picture.

He was very sure that if he put the sword in front of his shoulder, Filia would act as if she was provoked and would insist on aiming at her shoulder. Her personality would definitely prompt her to do so.

The thrust was indeed sharp and undoubtedly fast, a level of martial arts that Murphy believed he could never replicate no matter what.

However, even so, if you can see it, if the situation is clear, you can still touch it to some extent.

First, he blocked the thrust from above, then counterattacked with the blade, pressing the sword against Filia's neck. This scene appeared before Murphy's eyes.

——And then, it’s over. Let me put this finger on your neck, Filia.

Thinking of this, Murphy felt a strange heat in his pupils.

However, so-called heroes always easily surpass the thoughts of mortals.

The red light and black lines overlapped as if they were entangled and intertwined with each other.

In an instant, the pain of having the flesh on his shoulder cut off surged throughout his body, and blood foam mixed with dust, turning into blood smoke floating in the air.

This is a lie, Murphy couldn't help but mutter.

Filia's longsword easily repelled the sword that was swung down to counter the attack, and then devoured his right shoulder as originally intended.

Murphy knew that he had swung his sword with all his strength, but even so, let alone repelling Filia's sword, the best he could do was to slightly deviate its trajectory.

The pain seemed to spread throughout his body, spreading from his shoulder, and the feeling of blood flowing became vivid and strange.

What a desperate thing! In just such a short period of time, he became several times stronger. This is true genius.

The only opponent who can use clever tricks to close the gap must be at least on the same level as me, right? Think about it, is there any other way to win...?

Suddenly, Murphy froze because he realized something.

Just now, I was still wondering why I had to fight with Filia. Is it necessary?

But now, he was only thinking about how to reach the hero in front of him and how to defeat Filia.

Just like that, my internal organs were boiling with blood and I began to look forward to this duel.

Ah, what is this? How strange! There must be a limit to my misconceptions, right? The first thing I should do is convince Filia and then quickly escape Belphein.

This is obviously the right thing to do, but why...

Unconsciously, Murphy smiled with a hint of surprise.

The surroundings were eerily quiet, as everyone watched the duel between him and Filia, as if it were a normal occurrence on the battlefield.

Oh, it's so boring. Thinking of this, the smile on Murphy's face did not fade at all, but became even bigger.

The lord's private soldiers must have thought that Filia was on their side, while the mercenaries must have thought that Meffie, who protected Vistalinu, was a reinforcement.

But, no, that’s not the case.

Whether it's Murphy or Filia, they are just wielding swords for themselves.

Now, they all hope to make a final decision based on the follow-up of this alley duel, that's all.

Chapter 53 The Obvious

The battlefield was filled with an atmosphere that made people dare not blink, and the anxiety and tension that burned the skin floated deep in everyone's heart.

Filia's sword, which had engulfed Murphy's right shoulder, was pulled out.

The blood, which had lost its red color and turned black, gushed out from his shoulders happily.

Suddenly, the dull pain turned into a sharp pain that tore at my nerves.

However, Filia didn't even give Murphy time to frown. She took another step forward and swung her sword.

The dragon-horn sword shone through the sunlight and appeared above Murphy's head.

Murphy's eyelids twitched, and it was easy for him to imagine the scene of the long sword swinging down like a guillotine, directly shattering the skull.

In an instant, tremors covered his whole body.

Run away, or you'll die.

If you dare to resist, your life will end, so run away quickly.

Murphy's brain seemed to be stimulated by instinct, prompting him to turn around.

His mind screamed: What's the point of fighting? Haven't we already done well? So, just run away! This duel is worthless. If I lay down my sword, won't it be over? This is ridiculous. Is it necessary to risk my life and blood for such a thing?

Murphy knew very well that if it were her former self, she would definitely obey this voice.

As a human being, as a living being, this is an extremely reasonable judgment.

But if that happened, she would never be able to touch this hero again, even though she was already so close to her.

Murphy, who understood this, shook his eyes violently.

The sword that was swung down has lost its use.

In other words, he could no longer defend himself against Filia's sword.

Before he could swing his sword, the god of death would touch his head.

Well, since there is no way to stop it, let's break through the opponent's defense first.

Like Filia, Murphy took a step forward, and the distance between them was shortened to the point where they could hear each other's breath.

Murphy forced herself to ignore the pain in her shoulder and swung her arm like a whip. Just like that, she threw her fist at the slender white neck.

A silent cry of killing also came from his throat.

However, when the distance between him and Filia became infinitely close.