After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

"...But, if that's a sin, then it's the same for me, right? If you're going to give Feliya, Frodo, and the others a test, why not give it to me?"

The sound of swords and halberds coming from downstairs was deafening. Murphy made the sound naturally while watching Filia's swaying silver hair.

This is a natural question. If they are considered sinners, then I will definitely be charged with a greater crime.

Even so, it was probably not reasonable for them to be the only ones being tested while he was just leisurely watching the battle.

——click

Murphy heard the sound of Ella's feet walking in the corridor. The footsteps were exactly the same as before, and they couldn't help but stir up a kind of emotion in his heart.

"Yes, it is. That's right. You're a very, very sinful sinner, Murphy."

Judging from the footsteps and sounds, Murphy knew that Ella was slowly walking towards her.

He narrowed his eyes, put his legs on the hanging wall of the corridor, and did not move.

His vision was slightly shaken, and the sound coming from his ears made him recall the scene at that time.

What appeared in his pupils was the scene of him, Ella, and Aunt Kelly smiling at each other in the church's orphanage. It was as if it was right in front of him, and it felt very vivid.

And behind Murphy, Ella's voice sounded again.

"That's why you can't help. Because you have your trials, and they have theirs."

Murphy could feel Ella's arms around her neck, just behind her back.

Is that so? Is that statement really completely correct?

There was something incredibly strange about Ella's voice—it made one want to hold her hand.

Murphy's fingertips trembled slightly, and her feet, which were straddling the cliff, couldn't help but step back.

Before his eyes were Ella's slender white fingers.

Ah, yes, what are you confused about? What is there to hesitate about?

Ella is the most important thing. Isn't it more important to hold her hand than anything else? So, what we need to do now should have been decided.

Deep in Murphy's chest, her heart beat harder and harder, and Ella's body grew closer.

"—Besides, Murphy, even if you help them, it's meaningless. You will never be able to defeat that guardian beast. Fighting for victory is nothing but a waste of effort."

Ella's words were surprisingly cold and calm, reaching deep into Murphy's ears.

Then she continued in a smooth voice.

"Because, they are beasts sent by God. Humans cannot win. Their attempts to achieve victory are futile. All they really need is to pray to God for salvation, nothing more."

The voice sounded quietly right next to Murphy, just when her lips were about to touch her ears.

And those words were like mocking the person who was fighting against the ferocious beast.

Once again, Murphy's heart roared violently.

Chapter 71 What I Carry

I felt a strange numbness deep in my brain, my heart was beating violently, and the sounds in my ears seemed very far away.

For some reason, Murphy suddenly felt as if her body was leaving her.

"Because, they are beasts sent by God. Humans cannot win. Their attempts to achieve victory are futile. All they really need is to pray to God for salvation, nothing more."

Ella's mocking words flowed over there.

The words flowed smoothly from Murphy's ears and pierced his chest.

He knew his heart was beating non-stop, but for some reason, it felt so far away.

What Ella said might be true.

After all, that monster, the meat beast, clearly drew a line between itself and other creatures.

To say that this is God's masterpiece is indeed convincing, or to say that it is the malice of the devil is also believable.

After all, it's not something that happens naturally.

Pure white hair swayed in the wind, passing by the edge of Murphy's vision for a moment.

"Murphy, I knew you would come here. Yes, I knew everything - that's why I led you here and showed you the way. So, I'm waiting here for you."

Murphy felt the sound passing through her ears, skin and fingertips... no, her whole body felt extremely cold, as if the air she exhaled and the air she inhaled were all taking away the heat from her body.

Whenever this happens, my mind turns white, very white, extremely white.

It seems that there is no need to think or have any ideas anymore.

Only Ella's words conveyed warmth.

"Look carefully, Murphy. The hero you admire and the being you respect can only be trampled upon at the hands of God. You cannot disobey."

You can see Filia's sword flashing below your vision.

However, as if mocking Filia who was desperately trying to move her body while shaking her silver hair, no matter how much the sword cut into the flesh and drained the blood, in the blink of an eye, the flesh would begin to swell and block the wound again.

"People call this path, guided by the gods, destiny. And destiny is irresistible. Yes, whether you are a hero or a brave man - well, you are just an ordinary person, so this is even more true, isn't it, Murphy?"

Murphy felt as if her body had turned into ice and was extremely cold.

Not only that, but even the deepest parts of the internal organs seemed to have been deprived of heat.

It’s so cold, I’m almost freezing to death. It’s really colder than I’ve ever felt in my life.

His molars made a creaking sound, his lips were very dry, and he exhaled several times. His breathing was so weak that it didn't sound like his own breath.

"Now, Murphy," she went on, almost dreamily, in a soft, warm voice.

"—Isn't that enough? Give up. No, you've done well enough. You don't need to try anymore. You won't get hurt again."

A hand reached out from behind and wrapped around my neck, and breathless words were whispered into my ear.

What a sweet temptation it was, as if it was about to make the body, heart and internal organs melt into sweetness.

However, suddenly, in Murphy's mind, which was all white and seemed to be unable to see anything, several scenes suddenly emerged.

That was undoubtedly a scene from the past—starting from the humiliating journey, to the city-state of Crossmaria, the hanging garden of Gasalia, and the mercenary city of Belphein.

All the scenes slowly emerged in the depths of his pupils, and then disappeared without a trace.

Anyway, the trajectories scattered there are really unexpected. It's amazing. I even want to praise myself.

Well done already, eh?

Indeed, it is true, it is true, after all, this body is just an ordinary person, but it is undoubtedly a glorious path.

It’s great, really, it can’t be better than this. When I think about the journey, I feel like I’m still dreaming. I’m really happy and it’s a wonderful time.

The cold wind blowing on her cheeks made Murphy's eyes widen.

Ella's fair and delicate skin was right next to her, and she stretched her hand to her chest, as if expecting a return handshake.

——Sure enough, it really was a good dream.

You will be forgiven. No one should blame you for holding that hand. Who would blame you for such behavior?

It’s just a matter of putting all the suffering aside, kneeling on the ground, and letting it pass away like a long dream. Anyone would do the same.

Behind him, the sound continued as if he were singing a song.

For a moment, Murphy's teeth made a sound.

He didn't look back, and below his sight, Filia's sword looked particularly dazzling.

Slowly, after choosing his words, Murphy cast a few words behind him.

"——Excuse me. God and fate and all that stuff are too lofty. This kind of topic doesn't suit me."

The moment the words fell, Murphy saw the white arm in front of her twitch unnaturally.

The wind that blew strongly against my cheeks was still cold, to the point where it was painful.

But despite this, the breath that came out of his mouth felt unnatural and extremely hot.

Smoke seemed to come out of his frozen internal organs, which were unable to make any sound, and blood was flowing through his body with the heat of a raging fire.

Yes, of course you can forgive, abandon all the blame and distress, and then kneel on the ground and fall asleep. This is a right that everyone has. Wasn’t I forgiven in this way before?

But now, I no longer have that right.

Even if everyone forgives you, can you really forgive yourself?

He gouged out the eye of a hero as dazzling as the sun, took the life of the Elf King, and somehow even took a knife to Filia's head.

—Strangle the rat in your heart, and then walk ahead of me, hero.

- See if you can transcend this sword. If you can truly achieve this, then you will no longer be a mere mortal, nor a small stone. That flesh and blood will become a golden form.

Today, I am no longer free.

Whether you give up, kneel down, or despise yourself as an ordinary person, all of this will become a contempt for them.

Do we want to smear mud on those whom we sincerely respect and even admire in our hearts?

How could I do such a thing at this point? How could my heart tolerate such a thing?

"…What's wrong, Murphy? Don't say things like that. Don't you want to hold my hand?"

Every time I hear that sound, my heart starts to waver and I almost lose my balance.

If I could, I really want to look back right now and hug that body tightly.

Although it seems contradictory, it is true that this feeling exists deep in my heart.

but--

"—Hey, forget it. The woman I like wouldn't talk nonsense like you do. Although I did have a nice dream."

Murphy declared as she pulled the white arm from her neck.

Chapter 72 The Chooser and the Granter

What should I call this feeling? What name should I give it?

Honestly, it was a blessing to be able to see her figure with these eyes, and that voice felt like a gift from heaven.

Therefore, precisely because of this, anger is now surging deep within this heart like a fluttering flag.

"—Hey, forget it. The woman I like wouldn't talk nonsense like you do. Although I did have a nice dream."

Even the bone marrow was corroded by the heat, and the hot air exhaled had reached an unimaginable temperature.

I was clearly breathing out cold air until just now... but now, the heat that seeped in from nowhere has completely swallowed up the coldness in the air.

The originally blurry vision is now surprisingly clear.

It's anger, indignation... No, this kind of emotion that seems to burn the heart cannot be described in words.

Murphy didn't know what had happened or why, or rather, how could he know.

In short, the only thing he could understand was that the person talking to him now was definitely not Ella, but someone completely different.

Even if that body was indeed Ella's.

That's why my chest feels hot; that's why I want to rip that throat out.

Yes, Ella, the person I miss would never say that all efforts are in vain.

She never looked at people trying their best, and this had never changed, whether during her time in the orphanage or during her past journeys.

Murphy turned around and caught Ella's eye.

Its figure is so striking that one cannot help but think it is Ella herself, but in some aspects, there are fatal differences.

Should I call it spirit, or soul? In short, although the eyes cannot see, some of the foundations that shaped Ella's personality are indeed flawed.

Staring at the unknown woman, Murphy opened her lips.

"Why did you shut your mouth? Keep laughing? Weren't you laughing so happily just now? It's like you only know how to do that."

Yes, at any time, only those who do not know how to work hard will laugh at the efforts of others; those who laugh at the bloodshed or even sacrifice of others are only the cowards who dare not even shed their own blood.

——And Ella is definitely not that kind of person.

Murphy firmly believes this, whether it is now, in the past, or even in the future.

"—You bluffing coward, I don't know who you are, but I'll laugh at you until the moment I die. After all, you're just a coward who can't speak without borrowing someone else's presence, right?"

Like a torrent, words continued to flow from Murphy's lips.