After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

The enemy's eyes were filled with fear and shrank back at the long sword he was brandishing, and they were shaking as if they had seen a monster.

Then, the gaze that was staring at him from behind shone brightly as if praising a hero and a god of war.

From this, Filia realized that she was no longer on the same level as them.

Such a timid and cowardly enemy, even if armed with weapons, would never be able to touch him, not even to inflict a wound or peel off a layer of skin.

Because they couldn't even imagine what it would be like to put your hands on my neck.

But what about that guy, Murphy? His skills are the same as those of the ordinary soldiers, and he can't touch his body.

Even so, his gaze penetrated the neck.

Oh my god, that's great.

Filia herself had no intention of chopping Murphy's body into pieces; there was no such thought in her mind at all.

I just wanted to punish him a little, that's all.

However, this thought had already disappeared from Filia's chest.

Murphy faced himself at the risk of his life and accepted the stage of this duel from the bottom of his heart.

How rude and disrespectful it is to take action against someone like him without hurting him!

I don't want to hurt him, but rather, I hope that if possible, that scarred body can get some rest.

However, seeing Murphy's current posture and his awareness, how could he be trampled upon? How could he be insulted?

Showing mercy is just that kind of behavior.

—Come on, Murphy. Since you are going to put your hands on this neck, I will also respond to your awareness.

The sword light devoured the space at an even greater scale.

In Filia's hands, there was indeed the feeling of cutting flesh.

The duel on the battlefield, and the final outcome, will now unfold here.

Everyone watching the duel began to understand this.

Chapter 55: Pause of the Past Journey (3000)

The black blade hid in the night, tearing through the darkness, but by doing so, it might be too late.

The owner, who sacrificed his left arm and used it as a shield, stretched out his hand towards the neck of the human named Filia.

However, the sad thing is that compared to the current master, that opponent is not just slightly stronger, but several times stronger.

The one standing opposite you is not someone who can win by simply being prepared to make sacrifices.

There is no doubt that the other party is a real hero.

If the situation had developed normally, the owner would have lost his left arm and also tasted defeat, because this was his destined fate.

The so-called sword should not have any self other than to fulfill its own function.

Therefore, apart from playing the role it is supposed to play, it has been sleeping soundly.

However, only at this moment did Baojian feel a small amount of emotion similar to anger in his body and opened his eyes.

That was certainly not directed at anyone, but only at its current owner, its master, Murphy.

What on earth are you doing? My owner.

This body is not just an ordinary sword, it is a crystallization of power.

It has been held in the hands of countless heroes, and each time it has shone with glorious power.

The heroes of the past have fully exerted their power and changed the face of the world.

Despite this, the current owner wields it as just an ordinary sword.

Even if he intends to give some guidance, the owner's instinct will subconsciously push him away, and his whole body and mind will be filled with strong resistance.

The master's instinct told him: This is definitely not his own strength. What is there to be happy about in borrowing the strength of others?

It was this stubbornness that made the master ignore his interference.

However, this is all that can be done, after all, this is what the Lord wants.

No matter how you want to treat this body, it should be decided by the owner of the body, and there is no need to interfere forcibly.

Therefore, although it may make people feel anxious, they will still endure this choice.

However, apart from this, there is one thing that cannot be tolerated no matter what.

That is, his master was actually evaluated as mediocre by others, and even the master himself accepted it.

What are you talking about? Can this be called mediocrity?

If you want to evaluate him, it's better to do so after seeing everything about the master, right?

Let's talk about it after we understand the past and everything we've experienced so far, okay?

That kind of figure that walks through thorns for oneself, that kind of way of living that relies on nothing, even though, to others, it must be a clumsy way of living, even stupid.

But even so, his master is still a hero.

In the past, everyone who held his hand was like this, and the current owner was also one of the heroes he acknowledged.

However, the master's physical body is still at odds with his spirit, and he has not embarked on the path to heroism.

If this continues, the owner's body and mind are likely to be injured again, which would be a serious and irreparable injury.

Why was that? No matter what, Baojian found it hard to accept.

But at this moment, Jian suddenly understood.

That choice, which had never been thought of, now naturally vibrated the blade.

Why is the master unwilling to accept his own power?

Yes, because this body is just a weapon, which means that I am just an external object to my master.

It is for this reason that the master says that he cannot accept his own power, and that all this is borrowed power and not worth being happy about.

It was the master's twisted mind that made him make this choice.

——Then, all I need to do is to become one with my master.

This is possible, after all, this body has already assimilated with the master in the past.

Once upon a time, I was the blood flowing out of his body, the flesh that made up his body, and the bones that supported him.

Then, naturally, this body can become his flesh and blood again.

In this way, it can become the master's own power.

However, that meant irreversible assimilation, meaning that he could never return to being a pure sword.

By then, you are the master, and the master is you, and they can never be separated.

In an instant, the black blade swallowed up the light and became deeper.

Well, but that doesn't matter.

A weapon is an object that exists to serve its owner.

As long as you devote your whole body and soul to your master, then there should be no problem with this choice.

Of course, the gods who had brought him into this world in ancient times would surely be so angry that they would jump up and throw a tantrum.

What? They just act like gods. Although they all think they are gods, in the final analysis, their origins are no different from those of humans.

Rather, they are more selfish now.

Therefore, instead of taking that side, it is better to hold the hands of mankind and let them know that their job is not to depict the script of the gods.

——Okay, there's nothing to resist anymore, so give it your all. This body is a hero's greatest treasure. If your fingers can't reach it, then let this body become the remaining fingers.

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The droplets of blood danced in the air with the night sky as their stage, swaying in the sky as if they had their own will.

A strange feeling, an incredible feeling, appeared in Murphy's heart.

That was something he had felt before...

——Yes, it was the feeling of being bathed in the duel with the hero who was like the sun, Ames Castina, the feeling of being able to make the impossible possible.

In an instant, the depths of Murphy's pupils became as deep as black holes, as if to reveal all of that will.

What was this? My own body was about to trace a path I was completely unaware of, about to take actions I was unaware of.

It's really strange. Even if I search every corner of my head, this feeling of driving my body is unfamiliar. I have never encountered it before, let alone done it.

But what was even stranger was that his body was actually very familiar with this and could even adapt to such actions.

Black lines rushed through the night, and the sharp sword edge cut through the sky as if it had its own will.

It's incredible, really incredible. That flash and the leap of the body don't seem like actions that I can do.

Murphy's eyes were filled with astonishment.

However, deep down in his heart he was claiming: he knew such an orbit and such a leap, he could understand it, it was natural, and now it was lodging in his body.

Murphy knew very well that Filia's sword would cut his flesh.

In the blink of an eye, it would break bones and approach his neck.

And he would definitely not be able to compete with it. Even if he had sacrificed his left arm, the sword would definitely not be able to touch Filia's neck. That should be a natural thing.

But now, that sense of "naturalness" seems to be disappearing.

A black line, darker than the night itself, tore through the night sky.

It had to be faster, faster than anything else, faster than Filia's sword, it had to reach the neck faster than Filia's sword, like a galloping lightning.

Suddenly, a sound appeared in Murphy's ears, and something sounded.

No, actually, was that a real sound? He didn't know.

Whether it is heard by the ears or recognized by an entirely different organ is not clear.

But there was indeed a voice that rang clearly in my ears.

That was the sound that put an end to everything.

——What? If you want to do it, you can do it, right? Murphy.

Such a voice came to Murphy's ears.

The black blade was now placed on Filia's neck. If she moved even slightly, blood would immediately gush out from her white neck.

Although Filia's sword also cut the flesh on Murphy's left arm, it was not deep enough to cut through the bones.

So what happened? Even Murphy herself was confused.

When he first swung the sword, he felt that even if he sacrificed his left arm, the tip of the sword would still not be able to touch Filia's neck.

But now, it was as if the truth of this world had been turned upside down, and his fingers that reached out to Filia's slender neck actually touched it.

I don't understand, there are so many things that I don't understand, and Murphy doesn't even know what it means.

However, he did have this feeling in his heart, as if a knife that had been buried deep in his internal organs had now been pulled out.

Murphy's lips rose and fell naturally, slowly weaving out words.

The body also begins to convey the pain running throughout the body to the brain.

"——I'm so tired. Let's go have a good meal when we get home, Filia."

"—You big idiot, when you ask someone out, please choose your words more carefully and understand the atmosphere a little."

As she spoke, Filia's silver eyes flickered and she smiled.

Murphy raised his eyebrows and smiled back at her, then he entrusted his body to Filia and leaned against her.

What's going on? Why doesn't this foot listen to me? It was just like that time with Crossmaria, when I was with Filia.

It's the same now. Why is it always like this? Really, please spare me.

Haha...but it feels like it's not bad.

Just like that, Murphy's eyes closed as if responding to the body's request - and then, in an instant, they suddenly opened again, his eyes shaking as if in spasm, and his gaze turned to the sky.

He saw a torrent of magical power rising up in the direction of the Lord's Mansion, right in front of the street.