After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

Not only was this body unable to gallop across the battlefield, even swinging an axe had become difficult.

However, that is only the physical body; things related to the spiritual foundation have not shown any signs of decay so far.

The heart was announcing that something abnormal was happening now in its own museum.

Then, it is your duty to eliminate that evil.

Yes, this is my own residence, Belphein is my city, it belongs to me.

He killed with his own hands the person he once held hands with and called each other his best friend, buried the woman he once loved underground, and then took away everything in his life.

Although it is not known what caused this abnormality or who caused it.

However, it cannot be tolerated under any circumstances.

Anything that reaches out to his mansion and his city is intolerable.

Gritting his teeth, opening his eyes wide, and forcing his body to exert strength, Mordo put his hand on the office door.

Suddenly, the door opened and he reflexively raised his axe.

"--Mr. Mordo, are you okay?"

Under the axe that was about to fall were his servants and Saint Ella.

Before he knew it, a sigh of relief came out of Mordo's mouth.

That sense of security came from two things: the thing in front of the door was not a scary existence, and Saint Ella was safe and sound.

That's right, even in such an abnormal situation, Mordo would never leave Saint Ella alone.

If the Saint is injured, then there is a high possibility of punishment from the Cathedral... No matter how unusual the situation is, it is unlikely to be a reason to avoid punishment.

In this case, even Belphein would not be able to exist peacefully, and the privileges of this city that prospered as a mercenary city would be stripped away.

"Master Mordo, please give us your instructions. The Saint Lady seems unwell."

The servant spoke several words rapidly, and Mordo knew that something like cold sweat was floating on his forehead.

Come to think of it, as a servant, he must be able to fully feel the abnormal situation happening in this official residence.

Mordo turned his gaze to Saint Ella again. Her pupils, which had once shone brightly, had become slightly dim, and her skin had become somewhat pale.

This is by no means a very healthy state, the attendant said: When she met the Saint, she was sitting in the corridor to rest.

Mordo's brain was spinning rapidly.

If possible, Saint Ella should be taken to a safe place, but where is the safe place? Is it outside the museum, or somewhere where no abnormality can be detected?

If I were to transfer the Saint of the Cathedral to another place by my own will, what would people say afterwards?

Then, just as he was thinking this.

"Please run away—quickly, get out of here as soon as possible."

Ella made a faint sound, her black eyes narrowed slightly, staring at the end of the corridor.

As if attracted by Ella's gaze, Mordo followed her gaze and turned to look forward.

"—I'm not planning on catching you and eating you. I feel bad for looking so frightened."

It was an unseasonably soft tone, like a gentle voice carried on the wind.

Night had fallen and the front of the corridor was no longer visible.

But, among them, she was the only one who looked very conspicuous.

With a pale green light wrapped around her body, there she was, Frodo Volgograd.

Chapter 61 Happiness Here

In front of her sight, a light green light danced on Frodo Volgograd's skin. She opened her lips slightly and spoke softly, giving people a sense of elegance.

"I'm just drawing on the accumulated magic, that's all. There's nothing to be afraid of."

As her shoulders swayed, her gorgeous black hair fluttered in the darkness, and a look of joy and trance appeared on Frodo's face, which was completely different from the atmosphere when they met in the living room before.

For a moment, one might even doubt: Is that really the same person?

Ella's pupils widened, as if she was thinking about something, her lips opened and closed, and she didn't know what to say and was confused.

"Ms. Frodo, why on earth would you... no, why would you do such a thing?"

Even when her breathing became rapid, Ayla would never take her eyes off the being before her.

During this period, her skin gradually felt dry and a strange heat emanated from her forehead.

What exactly is this feeling that I have never felt in my life?

Frodo said she was absorbing magic power, but it was difficult for Ella to understand what exactly that meant.

However, if I interpret that statement in this way... then this feeling of being mentally deprived is because she has taken away my magic power?

Is this really possible? Ella raised her eyebrows, her mind filled with doubts.

As if to dispel this doubt, Frodo blinked her eyes, met Ella's gaze, and spoke.

"—Saint Ella. What do you think a hero is?"

This is completely incapable of answering the question here, and is far too abrupt.

However, judging from her tone, it doesn't feel like she is intentionally ignoring the doubts here.

Well, for Frodo, asking this question was a natural thing to do.

Thinking of this, Ella blinked a little helplessly.

At the same time, Mordo, who was standing in front of her, raised his axe and took a step forward, and the servants also raised their spears and followed their master.

The expressions of the two men looked as if they understood that the existence in front of them was a threat.

However, Frodo did not react to their actions at all, as if waiting for Ella's reply.

What is a hero? It's such an abstract question.

Some say it is an existence that guides the people, others define it as an existence that changes history, or as an existence that brings victory. There is no clear answer at all.

So what is the answer she is looking for?

Without waiting for Ella to answer, Frodo continued, and only her voice echoed in the darkness.

"I'm sorry if you don't understand. Anyway, what is it that can help ordinary people become heroes?"

Ella couldn't understand what Frodo was going to say.

However, she noticed that there was a slight wavering in Frodo's shaking lips, her black pupils, and the light green light emanating from her body.

Before she knew it, Ella could hear the sound of her teeth chattering.

Frodo's tone was still gentle and soft, but this question contained a heavy emotion that was disproportionate to her tone.

That feeling made Ella feel that her fingertips were so cold that they were almost frozen.

Desperately searching for words, Ella opened her lips, aware of the magic stirring within her.

"...I don't quite understand what the question means, but if I had to answer, it would be natural talent, the tide of history, and God's favor."

Of course, there are far more than these, there are many other elements that together make up the existence of a hero.

But if I had to say, that's it.

Without talent, humans cannot contend with history;

Historical change cannot be achieved if the tide of history is not stood behind;

Moreover, if one is not favored by God, one cannot become a hero.

Therefore, if asked how ordinary people can become heroes, I would answer like this: It is impossible for ordinary people to become heroes.

Hearing those words, Frodo's lips trembled, and she uttered a small sound, a sound so small that it almost melted into the darkness.

——In other words, it’s luck or not.

In an instant, Ella felt a chill on her back and seemed to hear a sound in her ears.

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Frodo nodded slightly at Saint Ella's words and narrowed her eyes.

Feeling the magic power contained in the city of Belphein rushing through my body like a torrent.

Things that help people become heroes: talent, historical trends, and God's favor. So that's how it is. It shouldn't be wrong.

These are indispensable in order to gain the title of hero.

As a weak being like human beings, these are probably necessary if we want to grasp the bond of history.

So, what determines whether or not you can grasp these things? Unwavering effort? Or a head full of ingenuity? Or perhaps bitter experience?

No, that's not the case. That's not the case.

Whether you can catch it or not is ultimately a matter of luck.

At least that's what Frodo understood, and she was convinced that it was the absolute truth.

Then the truth becomes - a bunch of bullshit.

Yeah, nonsense, there is some truth to that.

In Frodo's black eyes, a blazing fire of emotion was ignited.

Without talent, you cannot become a hero even if you try your best and suffer heartbreaking pain.

Without the push of the historical tide behind us, even with all kinds of favors, our hands cannot grasp the glory.

However, without God's favor, no matter how much talent and glory one has, one cannot live a happy life.

In short, if you are not lucky, you cannot become a hero, you cannot grasp glory, and you cannot live a happy life.

How funny, the guy who wrote the script of life is really crazy.

If he wrote such a comedy based on rationality, then his temperament must be very bad, or even twisted.

Is this what is called human?

No, this is not limited to humans, it should be said that this is true for all living things.

We can only pray for luck, pray for God's grace and salvation. It doesn't matter what kind of lifestyle we live, our background will determine everything.

If this is all there is in the world, if God created this kind of world, then in the end, everyone will shout this sentence.

Just like my past self had shouted, no matter who it was, they would shout from their dry throats.

Just as the poor pursue gold coins, everyone in the desert longs for water, and those who are not favored hope to receive a little grace, so they cry out.

——I hope that this life can be happy.

Chapter 62: Bell Ringing

In the darkness, Frodo's body shone with a light green light, and her eyes were wide open.

She could feel her teeth grinding against each other unconsciously.

In this world, even reaching out a hand is meaningless—except for clasping hands together and praying to the gods for happiness, everything is meaningless.

If the world really is that boring, then there is no need to follow common sense.

I don't intend to appear as a nameless supporting role in this boring script.

And, most importantly, it was really unbearable for him to be fooled around on such a boring stage.

"As for me, I hate it so much. I try to stretch out my hands and fingers, but end up falling in a pool of blood. So, I—"

——I want to use these hands to create a hero.

The black hair swayed in the air, and the sound that came out of Frodo's lips spread in the air.

In the darkness, the silver tip of the spear roared fiercely and stretched its fangs towards Frodo's body.

The servant who was supposed to be standing guard beside Mordo let out a killing cry in his throat and rushed up from the corridor.

It seemed that his spirit had reached its limit. The servant clenched his teeth tightly, stared at Frodo with bloodshot eyes, and shouted at her.

"You! That's so weird! Aren't you going to take the right path?!"

Bathed in his gaze, Frodo couldn't help but smile. Even though she was being targeted by the murder weapon, she still couldn't stop smiling.

What a disrespectful and rude look. It's obvious that he doesn't understand anything. It's obvious that he doesn't understand anything.