After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

—Good girl, Murphy.

Such sounds, as well as the impact of "bang", penetrated Murphy's ears.

In an instant, my vision became flickering and my ears seemed to be broken, making it difficult to catch any sound.

What is this? What on earth has happened? Murphy's mind suddenly filled with numerous questions. He was completely unable to comprehend the current situation.

The lower body, no, the whole body, was instantly freed from Murphy's control.

He staggered forward and bent down, and only then did he finally realize that he was feeling some kind of unrecognizable pain and impact on the top of his head.

—Ah, this woman, Filia, damn it. Not good, move, quickly sideways, must get out of the way.

That can no longer be called thinking, but just disjointed words.

The command from the brain that had been broken and was trying to reconnect forced Murphy's staggering body to fall to the ground.

The next moment, Filia's knee turned into a weapon and flew towards her, causing Murphy's eyes to tremble.

He knew very well that if that knee hit his heart, he would definitely lose consciousness.

Just like that, in that woman's arms, her pupils gradually lost their luster... just like in the past.

Leaving bloodstains on the ground and raising dust, Murphy's body continued to roll, and he stood up with the momentum.

He knew that if he didn't do this, he might not be able to stand up.

In his still shaking vision, the chaos caused by the impact on his head finally turned into a kind of pain that explained the situation to Murphy.

First of all, my ears still can't hear clearly.

Secondly, although the distance between him and Filia widened slightly, the other party had already rearranged his sword without any hesitation.

Ah, it really is, it’s really your style.

Murphy re-gripped the sword and assumed a posture that leaned slightly forward.

Okay, what now?

Unable to counter the swung sword, if the distance is shortened, you will suffer a severe blow.

The attack just now was probably caused by Filia raising her sword high and hitting her crown with the hilt.

Honestly, it's incredible that there's any intuition left above the neck.

The fact that he survived that attack even made Murphy want to praise himself to his heart's content.

I must be crazy to duel with this existence.

Thinking of this, Murphy sighed silently in his heart.

The first time I fought against Filia with a sword was in an alley.

It was natural that Filia would use some tricks at that time, after all, her swordsmanship was not perfect at that time.

From what she knew, the way she wielded her sword at that time could only be described as crude, her footwork was clumsy, and her mental state could not conceal her inner uneasiness. She could only be considered an apprentice knight.

Well, he was just someone who wielded a sword with a faint bit of talent.

But what about now?

Filia's limbs already contained amazing strength, and her heart was filled with self-confidence and arrogance.

She also possesses the skills to match this arrogance, as well as the ability to not take things lightly.

It is very clear that no matter what, the other party is not an easy person to deal with.

Moreover, he was forced to understand in the recent offensive and defensive battle that this was not an opponent that could be dealt with by using tricks.

Then, there is only one measure that should be taken.

Murphy took a half step back with his right foot and readjusted his stance, with the protruding tip of his sword stretched upward as if pointing to the sky.

"Murphy, you—"

When Filia called out, both parties maintained their postures and just moved their lips to utter words.

As if in response, Murphy's lips made a sound, and he took a step forward, shortening the distance.

"What's wrong, Filia? If you intend to surrender, please speak up."

Filia smiled and parted her lips.

"—Stop talking nonsense."

The conversation ends there.

Murphy thought that Filia was probably trying to show him some kindness. If he put down the sword now, he could go back with all his limbs intact.

But such words are no longer necessary.

The difference in strength is obvious, and the talent is completely incomparable.

In addition, his right shoulder and the top of his head were also injured, his vision was still shaking, and he could only barely hear a little bit of sound.

The dull pain in my body felt like my nerves were being cut.

Very good, fantastic, it doesn't get any better than this.

It is natural for the body to be injured. People without ability can only ignore the blood flowing out of their bodies and continue to move forward.

Only in this way can it be considered a good opportunity to win.

What's more, the opponent is the hero of the battlefield, Filia, Filia Reinhardt.

If you want to get something from her, you can't get away with it unscathed.

Once again, Murphy gripped the sword tightly, carefully checking the feeling in his right hand.

——Well then, Filia, let's make a decision. The duel in the alley, and the journey that once scared and awed you.

Chapter 54 The Price to Pay

The sunlight disappeared from the streets of Belphein, and the darkness of night slowly rose.

The sun gradually disappeared on the road where the mercenaries, the lord's private soldiers, and Mephistopheles and Filia were holding swords against each other.

There is almost no distance between Murphy and Filia.

As long as one of them takes another step, it will be time to kill the other with the sword.

Filia's silver hair shone like the last rays of sunlight.

Then slowly, slowly, the light chipped away, and then it was gone.

In an instant, the black line rushed through the thin night.

He swung his sword in the blink of an eye, aiming it at Filia.

I wasn't breathing, and there was no lingering feeling of what I had done. I couldn't even think about what to do next.

If the intention was to run the blade along the back of Filia's neck, even that wouldn't be enough.

Murphy knew that he could not withstand Filia's powerful sword strikes, nor could he expect to fight for a long time.

What's more, little tricks no longer work for her now.

Furthermore, for this duel, he didn't have anything he had prepared in Crossmaria.

Then, there is only one measure that can be taken.

I can only take action first and hit her with this sword before she touches me.

To do this, you have to be fast, faster than anything else.

Even if I can't cut off even the sound like Filia, it would be fine as long as I can swing the sword faster than her.

For this, thinking, breathing, and even the safety of the body after swinging the sword can be discarded.

Murphy made his body lighter and just stared at the silver figure. He swung the sword, and the fingers of his right hand gathered strength and gripped the hilt tightly.

Of course, things can't be that simple.

Without even the time to blink, as if responding to the black line hidden in the night, a red light lit up at the end of the sight.

It was a slash from Filia that seemed to destroy space.

This momentum alone almost sent Murphy flying.

The slash aimed clearly at his neck also approached from his left side in an instant.

—At that moment, I felt a hunch. My mind immediately understood what it was. As expected, my power was still far inferior to Filia's.

Murphy felt a creepy feeling near the back of her head.

Compared to his own sword, Filia's sword seemed to be swung leisurely.

Having said that, there was no doubt that the sword would have touched his head faster than he could have stabbed Filia.

Such a prediction came to Murphy's mind, and he knew that if he blinked, the prediction would come true.

Hey, what's going on?

The so-called world is one that cruelly sets differences among people.

He told people without any warmth that the determination of ordinary people was meaningless and that futile courage had no value.

Therefore, those who do not possess talent, when they want to get something, can only shed blood as a price.

So, after confirming that there was no problem with the sword's trajectory, Murphy released his left hand from the hilt.

Because a sword only needs to be driven by the right hand.

As if to set up a barrier, he placed his left arm beside his neck.

Was it a move after seeing Filia's slash, or was it a premeditated action? I have no idea.

But it was certainly a reflexive action.

It was a given that Murphy's left arm would not be unharmed.

That Filia, the one who was more sincere about battle than anyone else and had more respect for it than anyone else, would never stop swinging her sword because of something like this.

She would cut Murphy's left arm in half without a moment's hesitation.

But that doesn’t matter.

It's a simple logic, isn't it? This way, Murphy's neck will be hit by the blade before he can get a split second of relief.

And this is what he wants most.

If I could buy a little time from the great hero Filia, it wouldn't be a big deal to lose just a left arm.

That's it, that's fine, it doesn't matter even if I have to sacrifice my neck.

Finally, at the final moment of this duel, if the light of the black blade could be slightly faster than the red light and move along Filia's neck, nothing would be better than this.

The next moment, Murphy felt something touching her left arm.

It was something with a hint of warmth.

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Will it be like that again? These were the only words in Filia's heart, her silver eyes fixed on Murphy, who stretched her left arm towards her neck.

It was indeed the right choice, and a smile almost appeared on Filia's face.

There are no tricks at all, just the sword swinging towards me by its own will, it's really amazing.

Of course, his abilities are far inferior to mine.

If one looks more deeply, one can see that the speed of the swing is mediocre, and although the lines drawn by the sword have begun to mature, they have not yet formed a clear brilliance.

It could even be said to be insignificant. If one only looked at the sword strike itself, it was undoubtedly a blow not worth mentioning.

——Ah, but even so, who can stop this palpitation?

Filia understood her own power very well, and she did have a feeling in her hands.

That was when Gasalia was fighting the demon ape alone, and she did feel like she had crossed a certain line.

In this battle between the lord's private soldiers and the mercenaries, that feeling turned into certainty.

A mere sword wielded in a mediocre manner, or a simply extended spear, could no longer touch this body.

This body can no longer be harmed by ordinary soldiers.

What Filia understood earlier than her own heart was the eyes of others.