After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

She hadn't regained consciousness yet, and there was a hint of coldness on her face, perhaps due to excessive blood loss.

Obviously, the situation was very serious. If the bleeding was not stopped forcibly, her life would slowly go out.

Mattia bit her lip and couldn't help smacking her tongue in her heart.

Murphy, there are some things I can do, but there are some things I can't do.

Really, he is worthy of being called upon. After asking others to rescue the wounded, he sent such a seriously injured person. It is really too cruel.

Since you have saved someone, you should do it to the end and do your best to save that life, right?

Mattia naturally recalled what she had said to Murphy before they parted in the alley.

——Maybe I'll be dragged into this, but I'll leave that last bastion in the rear to you. After all, a battlefield, a place where the wounded are dumped.

After he said this lightly, he disappeared from the battlefield.

Then, the ones sent over were the seriously injured Iron Princess Vistalinu and a mercenary who called himself Bruda and was also covered in blood.

However, there are limits to what can be done. I don’t know who caused the Iron Princess to suffer such serious injuries. The wound is really too tragic.

It's not just a little bit, it's very exaggerated. Although it's okay now, if it cracks deeper, there will be no way to fix it.

"What's going on, young lady? Weiss... no, Vistalinu."

——Is it no longer possible?

A trembling voice came out of Bruda's lips.

That voice always feels like giving up.

The torn wound and the blood spurting from it took away hope from Bruda.

Mattia was not clear about the relationship between Bruda and Vistalinu.

Rather, from what I heard, they were hostile to each other.

But after hearing the trembling voice just now and seeing how desperately he tried to move Vistalinu in here, Mattia knew clearly: Vistalinu was someone that Bruda could not lose.

Mattia felt her heart making strange sounds.

Because that figure overlapped with a person who often appeared in her mind.

Therefore, a kind of resonance similar to sympathy emerged in Mattia's heart.

If it were in the past, I would have laughed and said it was stupid. That's how I felt.

Madia took a deep breath and narrowed her eyes. The Herald Cultist brought a small amount of medicine.

"—bring fire. Scorch the wound and stop the bleeding."

Mattia said slowly as she took out a dagger from her bosom.

He had to help no matter what. Murphy went to help the mercenary Bruda, and Bruda brought Vistalinu with him, so she must be someone worth helping for Murphy.

And Murphy told herself that she hoped she could guard this last fortress.

Because of this, it is your responsibility to respond to that wish.

And, ah, and...

Mattia felt that the emotions that had once strangled her neck with her own hands and should have stopped her breathing were now returning to her heart little by little, and her heartbeat could not help but accelerate.

——Besides, I am a saint. How could I ignore someone who is desperately reaching out his hand to ask for help?

I know and understand how many lives I have sacrificed on the battlefield so far, and how many people I have framed for my own calculations.

Being like that, I still want to pretend to be a saint to save other people's lives. This idea is really ridiculous.

My own God must be mocking me in this state.

It's hypocrisy, it's deception, it's just one of those stupid things.

Hey, that should be the behavior that I hate the most.

However, I no longer want to do things like giving up because I have no choice but to give up.

This is also, everything is, because of him.

Because of the way he desperately stretched out his hand for something that was absolutely unreasonable and even seemed meaningless.

He really is such a helpless guy, someone has to be watching over him all the time.

He heated the iron red with flames and pressed the hot dagger against Vistalinu's shoulder.

A faint whimper escaped Vistalinu's lips, and her hazy eyes opened slightly.

"Who'll give her some water?"

As long as I regain some consciousness, I can drink water. As long as I can drink water, I can at least prolong my life.

From then on, everything depended on her fate.

While speaking briefly, Madia put the dagger against Vistalinu's shoulder again.

The unpleasant smell of burning flesh filled my nose, and I could feel the trembling flesh in my hands.

Mattia's breathing also became rapid due to the sense of urgency and she could not maintain normal breathing.

By the time she realized this, the surroundings were already shrouded in darkness.

Then, Mattia finally became aware of the distorted light that enveloped the surroundings.

She couldn't help but blink, and her eyes slightly moved away from Vistalinu and looked over.

The green light covering Belphine was creepy.

It was a powerful, magical light.

Madia's eyes widened and her lips trembled.

Now, should we stay here or retreat as soon as possible?

The situation was so abnormal that it made the brain waver.

Reason calls out loudly, is it really right to stay here?

At this moment, she heard Vistalinu's moan and Madia blinked.

No, I really can’t do it now.

As the leader of the Church of Heraldry, she should put the affairs of the Church of Heraldry first, and she should be the Saint of the Church of Heraldry.

But now, I don't want to leave here no matter what.

That's because there are people who need to be saved.

That's because this is his last fortress.

After confirming that the bleeding had stopped, Madia removed the dagger from Vistalinu's wound.

Then, while feeling for the herbs, she suddenly noticed.

I looked around, but there was nothing there.

The figure of the man who had just been pouring water into Vistalinu's mouth and had been staring at that face.

Bruda, gone.

Mattia seemed to feel something on her back, goose bumps appeared all over her body, and her lips twisted involuntarily.

Chapter 60 The Abnormality of Licking Throat

The dragon's tail pierced into Belphein's lord's mansion.

While scattering light green powder, the pillar of magic power continued to extend towards the sky.

Its majestic appearance makes people feel like they are facing a dragon.

Although it sounds strange to say this, when I was facing the giant dragon that looked like an enlarged lizard, my heart was not as shaken as it is now.

Murphy couldn't help swallowing, his throat made a sound, and his tongue couldn't help but tremble.

Seriously, what are you doing, Frodo? In a place like this?

Just as Murphy's dangling legs finally began to obey and he was ready to move forward, Filia's voice sounded in his ears.

"You're a wounded man, so it's okay for me to handle it alone."

It was as if he was talking to a shadow, and he didn't seem to want to meet Murphy's eyes at all.

That was a rare sight for Filia, probably because she already knew how the other person would respond.

But even so, she was still worried about Murphy.

In response to Filia's concern, Murphy put the tobacco he had just taken out back into his chest and said.

"It's better to be a little hungry, so we can have a good meal later."

Murphy shrugged, put his hand on the door of the lord's mansion, and turned around.

The guards and janitors who were supposed to be sitting there were gone. Had they fled, or had they, frightened by the strange sight, run inside?

In any case, if they are not there, it will be beneficial to carry out the action.

Just as this thought came to mind, Murphy suddenly noticed it.

Strange, I can't hear any sound, this is not normal.

Logically speaking, under the current circumstances, there should be a commotion inside the hall, and shouts that are almost screaming should also be heard here.

But it is surprisingly quiet inside now. Could it be that everyone has escaped from this museum?

Suddenly, Murphy felt a chill crawling up her heels.

Some kind of almost delusional prediction almost slipped out of his throat.

——Did something bad happen after that?

The moment this thought came to mind, Murphy quickly shook his head and put it out of his mind.

No, no, no? What on earth was I thinking? No need to think too much, just step into this mansion, take Frodo's hand, and escape Belphein. That's it, it should be over.

Even though he comforted himself in this way, there was still a strange loud noise coming from Murphy's throat.

At the same time, he heard it.

——keng——long——kengkenglong

The deafening sound that tore through the surrounding silence echoed all around.

The sound sounded like a solemn bell.

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what happened?

What arose in the mind of Belphein Lord Mordo Gorn was nothing but pure doubt.

The private soldiers deployed to capture the great criminal Murphy seemed to have had a dispute with some mercenaries - while he was reading the report on this matter.

The feeling suddenly attached itself to my skin and never left.

It felt like something was sliding across my skin, taking the heat away from me.

Until now, this feeling had been only a slight discomfort, a discomfort that would be forgotten in the blink of an eye.

But now, there was a definite sense of fear in the heart, and even the tongue felt dry. The blood flow in the body was accelerating, as if something was being taken away from the body.

"who!"

Mordo couldn't help but open his lips and shout, but after waiting for a while, there was no response.

I shouted it again, and the result was the same.

How strange! At this hour, there must be a servant waiting nearby. That's how it should be.

But why, no reaction at all? Strange, strange, so strange.

A certain premonition began to emerge in Mordo's mind.

——Something unusual must have happened.

Thinking of this, he subconsciously picked up the axe in the office.

Although it was the axe that he used to wield, Mordo now felt it was unusually heavy.

Yes, if you think about it carefully, you will realize that you have become so weak.