After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

Then, one day they will lose their magic and their strength will be exhausted.

So, what will happen to the magic accumulated in that city?

They cannot be evenly distributed throughout the city, but instead are concentrated in places that can be called gathering points where magic power can easily flow.

That is, the so-called magic force field, or the terminal, in short, it is such a place.

And now, Frodo is looking for that force field, the terminal of magic.

When I opened the cover of the book, I found that the parchment was stuck together, but it was easy to find that this book told the history of Belphein and recorded the scenery of this land.

And within that, there is a map, and it's not just a map.

That was a very detailed map made by the king of Belphein when it was not yet a city-state but just a city. It made every detail of the city clear at a glance.

Having said that, it actually has no value now.

As the times changed, the city of Belphein gradually expanded, and its terrain and urban structure also underwent earth-shaking changes.

At this point, even if we get this thing, it will probably be useless for invading Belphein.

However, Frodo fluttered her eyelashes and her heels tapped the ground involuntarily.

For her now, this map is very useful. After all, everything about Belphein is in this painting, for example - the magic force field.

Frodo's fingertips gently stroked the parchment, goose bumps appeared on her neck in an instant, and she turned the page.

Her eyes were wide open as she memorized everything from one end of the map to the other, as if there was no need to look at anything else.

Then, as everything seeped into Frodo's mind, slender fingers slowly closed the file.

The magic force field, the terminal, is the gathering point of magic power.

However, if you ask whether it has any practical benefits, most magicians and magicians would answer in the negative.

After all, while there was a lot of mana stored up, it was ultimately just something that civilians wasted bit by bit in their daily lives, and it was simply gathered together.

It's just that the magic power has no will or direction and is gathered into a ball.

The reason why magicians and magi can handle magic freely is because it is their own magic or magic that they have signed a contract with.

Otherwise, control will fail, and it will become difficult to sublimate it into magic and sorcery.

The magic power gathered in the magic force field is a ball of magic accumulated by the many humans who make up the city. In simple terms, it is just a pot of chaos.

If you treat this kind of thing as your own magic, it will become ineffective in the blink of an eye.

Therefore, the idea that the magic force field is valuable is a long time ago.

At this point, only a lord would build an official residence on that land to pray for good luck, and that was the only purpose.

——So, there are only two people who have seriously proposed theories for utilizing the magic power accumulated in the force field.

One is the ancestor of the Volgograd family. He proposed the existence of the magic force field and how to use it.

But in the end, he died without even knowing whether the theory was completed or not, and no records were left.

At this point, even proposing the theory is a form of ridicule.

Even if it is said seriously, it will be considered as advocated by people who do not know the true nature of magic.

Yes, everyone thinks so, and everyone will say in unison: This is an impossible magic theory.

So, is that really the case?

In addition to the ancestor of the Volgograd family, there is another person who also advocates the use of the magic power accumulated in the magic force field.

For this purpose, she also wrote a paper, and that paper is still sleeping deep in the college she once studied.

No one would take a second look at it if it never saw the light of day, and even if they did, they would think it was nothing more than stupid nonsense.

The paper was buried in a pile of waste paper without any sorting.

In the column for the author's name, written fluently in black pen was - Vlado Volgograd.

Chapter 58 The Mud Deep in My Heart

The sun sets, and the streets of Belphein are swallowed by darkness.

Originally, the ground should have been illuminated only by the faint moonlight, and both humans and beasts would have rushed quickly towards their own paradise.

Yes, that's how it should be.

—But now, something illuminated the streets that should have been plunged into darkness, and it roared.

It was like a boiling flame, a gushing torrent, and even more like a raging dragon pursuing something.

Shining lights lit up the night streets, and a torrent of magic rose from the heart of Belphein.

Obviously, this is definitely an abnormal situation.

Originally, things like so-called magic power were not something that could be easily perceived by the human eye.

They can only be captured when someone like a magician or conjurer uses some form of magic.

If the concentration does not reach a certain level, the magic power cannot show its true form and will only exist faintly like thin silk.

Now, it is showing people its terrifying light green figure, tearing through the sky and rising into the sky.

The extremely high density of magic power formed a column of light rising into the sky, which was like a scene from a myth.

No matter who it was, their sight was taken away by it.

People seemed to have lost the ability to close their eyes. They were simply attracted by the scene and even forgot how to form expressions.

Whether they were poor, commoners, or nobles, they all performed the same actions as if they had forgotten their identities.

Then, everyone, even if they didn't say it out loud, began to say this from the bottom of their hearts.

——Ah, this is terrible, something terrible is going to happen.

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The flowing air was caressing his cheeks, and the rising torrent of magical power was steadily gaining momentum, bit by bit.

Murphy felt something stirring in his lungs. He squinted his eyes and used Filia's shoulders to support himself.

"——Please spare me. Is Frodo here too?"

Unconsciously, Murphy opened her lips and murmured.

It wasn't a sound meant for anyone to hear, just something close to a whiny one.

Filia's silver eyes widened and she whispered, "You already know?"

This was a rare low voice for Filia, who always spoke in a high-pitched voice.

It seems that he is somewhat worried about the scars on my shoulders and arms.

Murphy, vaguely aware of this, continued.

"Of course I know...Apart from her, who else could cause such a phenomenon?"

Yes, just as Murphy said, the posture that came into view was undoubtedly a vision.

This kind of thing, whether looking back in the past or looking into the future, the number of people who can do it is extremely limited.

Then, in Murphy's cognition, there was such a person.

The woman who can change the weather, and even the whole world, in her own hands.

——But why in Belphein?

Murphy was about to mutter this to himself, but he couldn't help but close his lips immediately. He realized that if he said that again in front of Filia, the consequences would be unimaginable.

It wasn't pride or overconfidence, but Murphy knew that Frodo had a feeling close to some kind of idea about her body.

Perhaps, that same emotion was the reason why Frodo came to Belphein.

This was unexpected for Murphy. While a feeling close to joy surged in his chest, another feeling also crept up.

——It was absolutely impossible for me, whose existence was not even acknowledged, to be loved by Frodo, a true hero.

Murphy, who has always held this idea, always avoids that kind of feeling.

Stupid, really stupid.

Murphy gritted her teeth and scolded herself in her heart.

I should know more about things like that than anyone else.

It is obvious that if human emotions can obey reason, it would be such a pleasant thing. People will definitely live happier lives than they do now.

However, it is precisely because people are unable to do this that they bury their regrets deep in their minds and continue to live helplessly, and even they themselves are no exception.

But, just...

Barely controlling his slightly trembling feet, Murphy removed his hands from Filia's shoulders and placed them on his chest.

My fingertips feel sticky. Is it because the blood gushing out of my shoulder has pooled?

Thinking of this, Murphy couldn't help but frowned, put the tobacco in his mouth, and savored the feeling that he hadn't felt for a long time.

A unique smell and the taste of iron filled her nostrils. Murphy squinted her eyes and exhaled deeply.

"I really don't understand you. Are you planning to go to that devil's cave yourself again?"

"Of course. Ah, let's go."

As he spoke briefly, he shook his legs. Every step he took caused pain to seep into his bones.

Murphy knew that there was still some emotion in Filia's eyes as she looked at this side.

However, that expression—the kind that seemed to not want to say it out loud, but was helpless, an expression that did not seem to belong to Filia at all, appeared on her face.

In past trips, she had always been unfazed by herself and never worried about this side.

So, hey, really, it couldn't be more inappropriate.

"Filia."

Thinking of this, Murphy called out softly and took another step forward.

"You are one of my gang, no doubt about it. And... so is Frodo."

It was like words uttered from the deepest part of the heart. The mud that had been solidified deep in the internal organs until now was turning into words and slowly being exposed to the air.

"If it was Filia in that demon cave, I would have taken the same action. After all, my companions are in danger."

Murphy knew that his words were a little out of place, and his tongue seemed to be curling, as if the emotions were flowing directly from his lips. He had this feeling.

But…yeah, I definitely wanted to get these words out of my mouth.

I want to hold my head high, I want to fight alongside those heroes, I want to say these words more than anything else.

"—I want to be your strength, that's what I think. How about it?"

I can't let Filia see my face again. It's so embarrassing.

Murphy lowered her head and took a staggering step forward.

Suddenly, a huge sigh was heard behind him, followed by a strong force supporting his body.

Filia's voice whispered in Murphy's ear.

"Listen carefully, you idiot! Even in that situation, you should remember to lean on your companions' shoulders a little."

Although her tone sounded sharp, Filia's long eyelashes were stretched out as if she was in a happy mood.

Really, if it were always like this, then there would be nothing to worry about.

Listening to Filia's words, Murphy buried his head even deeper.

But neither the private soldiers nor the mercenaries could stop him and Filia. Everyone was distracted by the torrent of magic.

Everyone, faced with this abnormal scene that defied common sense, showed an expression of bewilderment as to what they should do.

Chapter 59 The Struggling Saint and the Disappearing Mercenary

Saint Madia's roar echoed throughout the streets of Belphein, leaving bright red blood on her cheeks and her small lips trembling constantly.

"Hemostatic agents, herbs for stopping bleeding, don't worry. Gather all the useful ones."

Just like that, a nervous voice came from somewhere. Mattia looked at the seriously injured person in front of her. Blood had already seeped out of the bandage she had just wrapped.

No, the injury is still too severe. Although the laceration on the shoulder is not fatal, if it continues like this, he will die from excessive blood loss.

Madia raised her eyebrows, opened her eyes wide, and stared at the face of the seriously injured person in front of her - the Iron Princess Vistalinu.