After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

These were completely different from the touching words that had just rang in my ears. They were definitely not words of praise, but words listed simply to make the emotions flow out of my mouth.

But this is just right. If language were always constrained by rationality, wouldn’t it be too boring?

Just like that, in the intervals between Murphy spewing out a bunch of fiery words.

The voice that suddenly rang out was someone's, completely different from Ella's choice of words and tone until now.

——As expected, they are very similar... In the annoying aspects, and in the cute aspects, you make people hate you, but also love you. No wonder Field would hold your hand.

Murphy was completely unable to respond to that statement because it was so confusing.

However, although he did not understand the meaning, the voice lingered strangely in his ears.

What was this so-called Field? I remembered that the god of the Heraldry Church was indeed named that, but why would that name appear in this context?

Murphy couldn't figure out the answers to these questions, and at this moment, the strange voice echoed in his ears again.

"You look so funny... Ah, it's this body, isn't it? It's nothing, the Saint and I are very close, so it's okay to borrow it."

——This body, Saint, is borrowed.

The words appeared in Murphy's mind and then disappeared.

What is this guy talking about? I don't understand, I don't understand anything.

That hot mind seemed to refuse to process this information.

Although some possibilities emerged in Murphy's mind, he eliminated those thoughts and just kept denying them - it's impossible, there is no way such a thing could happen.

However, contrary to this useless mind, his body took action.

Murphy involuntarily turned half sideways, placed the little finger of his right hand on the sword at his waist, and his eyes trembled like a pulse.

"Don't do that. Don't hang your finger on that sword. Isn't that scary? Oh, I'm a coward. Please, don't do that, okay?"

The person in front of me, with Ella's figure, said something quite frivolous and without any sense of reality.

In any case, the weight that should exist in words was completely absent from the sound that escaped her lips, and one might even suspect that it was just an accidental sound.

Those words were so light and understated that no one felt any threat at all.

Murphy wasn't even sure whether this conversation could take place.

Despite this, his eyes couldn't stop twitching, his heart kept beating, his legs were stiff, and he couldn't get his body into a correct position.

"Ah, but. There's nothing you can do anyway—after all, this body belongs to your sweetheart, right?"

The person was right in front of him, right beside him, saying this, then stretching out his white neck and laughing.

Murphy felt dizzy and her fingers clenched tightly.

The heat in his body felt like his spinal cord was burning, but strangely, Murphy felt that the pain covering his whole body had disappeared.

"—Ah, right, you know what? My hobby is writing scripts. I admit I'm a bit of a novice, but I'll definitely write a good one this time. That's right, no matter who you are, you'll find redemption, and everyone will find happiness. It's a story that's both joyful and delightful. There will be heroes, brave men, and saints in it. And in the end, everyone will be laughing."

While changing the subject, the woman laughed happily and even stroked Murphy's chin with her white and slender fingers, as if she was playing with him.

Murphy heard her clenched teeth making a sound like breaking.

I felt an unprecedented friction in my chin, because if I didn't do this, I would not be able to suppress the emotions that twisted my body.

"In this story, I have decided on your role. It is a very good role that only you can play well and plays a very important role. When everyone is immersed in happiness——"

Just like that, while muttering, the being in front of him opened its eyes wide, and the golden light stared at Murphy's face.

Then, at the distance where the lips are about to overlap.

——You will die alone in despair.

It's like a blessing and a curse.

The moment the words fell, the woman pushed Murphy's body away with one hand.

By the time he realized what was happening, his body had already lost its weight.

Then, at the very end, the woman looked at him falling and spoke as if muttering to herself.

——So at least, let’s solve the problem at hand easily.

Chapter 73 The Will to Survive

Surprisingly, Murphy was not afraid of the feeling of falling, and even felt that the wind blowing violently on her face was somewhat comfortable.

However, suddenly, a bad premonition flashed through his mind.

——If I fall down like this, I will definitely die.

However, there are actually very few things a person who is floating in the air and falling can do.

Apart from slightly turning the body or waving the arms, it can be said that there is nothing else he can do.

So, what should I do now? How can I avoid death? What can I do to survive?

At this point, even Murphy herself found it hard to believe how devoted she was to life.

However, he actually knew the reason for that.

He actually knew what had caused the turmoil in his heart.

Murphy felt that her body was as if injected with something and was burning hot. Her fingers were trembling because of it, and her heart was gradually becoming distorted because of the emotions that could not be hidden.

That's right, how could I die in a place like this? I haven't even gotten what I deserve.

At least, the supreme joy of falling asleep peacefully can be experienced after completing those things.

So, it should be possible to reach, no, it must be possible to reach.

Shouting this in her heart, Murphy kept shaking her legs and then stretched out her toes in that direction.

——Click

In an instant, I felt as if my ankle was being torn off by some strange force.

Murphy felt that there seemed to be a strange bend in her foot bones, as if they were twisted in a strange direction that should not have grown.

Although I couldn't figure out the specific situation at the moment, if I thought about it carefully, I would find that if I performed a kick against the wall during landing, even the hardest bones in my body would...

Then, no matter what, his body is now more than just full of wounds, it would not be an exaggeration to say that half of his body is buried in the ground.

Indeed, although this is indeed one's own business, it is too tragic, even to the point where one wants to cover one's eyes with something and dare not look at it.

Although Murphy held such thoughts in his heart, the expression on his face was completely opposite.

His eyebrows were slightly raised, the corners of his mouth curved up, and his lips parted, revealing his teeth.

Yes, Murphy was smiling.

He is indeed half dead now, that's fine.

But even if it is half dead, isn’t the other half still alive?

Since half of me is still alive, there is nothing more to say.

In Murphy's opinion, this was enough.

With the help of the impact of kicking the wall, Murphy forced his body to twist in mid-air.

And the new impact immediately approached him.

Closer, closer.

Murphy's fingertips were still on the hilt of the sword at his waist, just like when he was pushed off the cliff.

Then, in an instant, a black line cut through the space.

The sword in Murphy's hand stabbed directly into the point where the body fell - the piece of flesh.

The next moment, the impact came.

—Gah—Oh—Ohh ...———!

At the same time as the impact came a scream-like sound from the meat monster.

Murphy felt as if her eardrums were shattered by the scream deep inside her ears.

His arm, which was tightly gripping the sword, was also struck by a tearing impact. The force of the impact was so strong that one even wondered if it would break from the top.

In addition, Murphy found that she could not open her eyes, and all the bones in her body were creaking.

In any case, the fact that he fell from a considerable height did not change at all; he was just lucky enough not to die on the spot.

Thinking of this, Murphy quickly examined her body.

I seemed to hear the sound of a spine cracking before, and then, across my tongue...was that the taste of blood? And...

It was only then that Murphy realized that every part of the body seemed to be wailing due to varying degrees of injuries.

However, it was incredible that despite being in such a miserable condition, his body was miraculously full of vitality.

It was as if something was injected into it, and the body was filled with heat.

Suddenly, Murphy remembered what he said before leaving Frodo and going to the second floor of the lord's mansion.

So that's how it is. This is Frodo's magic.

So, is the abnormal excitement and feverish feeling since just now also due to that?

Indeed, if that is the case, we can be a little more reckless.

After all, during the period when the magic power continues in the body, the magic power will turn into flesh and blood, forming his body.

Come to think of it, it seems like this was all planned... Well, that's good, just as expected.

Of course, there was only one way to get close to this monster, so even though he was pushed down, he was actually just doing something that was a matter of course.

Oh, it’s so bad. Because of unnecessary interference, I almost forgot the original purpose.

Therefore, the most important thing now is to try our best to kill this monster.

Come to think of it, I feel like my body right now is filled with powerful strength right down to my fingertips... Ah, so does that mean the power has finally been transmitted to me?

After noticing this, Murphy gripped the hilt of the sword again and thrust the sword deep into the flesh with both hands.

Well, come on, enough preparations have been made.

Frodo's immense magical power has manifested itself here through the oath.

Then, at this moment, this body also pressed against the monster and stabbed it with the sword.

Then, there is only one thing that should be done, and that is -

"Frodo!"

——Let the throat stained with blood call out that name.

No, maybe that's no longer necessary.

At the moment Murphy's voice rang out, the huge amount of heat and vitality injected into his body turned into a light green film and flowed through the sword into the monster's body.

This time, it was really like a torrent.

In an instant, a voice that was no longer a voice rang out.

Murphy felt like her ears were about to be crushed by the volume.

That was undoubtedly the howl of a monster on the verge of death, and that sound had now turned into a heavy pressure, falling upon Murphy.

It was impossible for him to cover his ears. If he did so, his body would be thrown off the monster's back immediately, and he would die miserably.

So, instead of facing a boring ending, it’s better to not have these ears. Maybe that will suit you.

On the other side, in order to throw off Murphy, the person who injected magic power into him, the monster's body was jumping wildly.

Every time the monster leaped, blood would spurt out of its body, and Murphy's consciousness almost flew away, and even the face of the god of death gradually came into his sight.

Only the heat of the magic flowing through his body barely connected his consciousness.

...Will I die? No, how can I die?

Murphy's eyes, which were almost losing their sight, suddenly widened. Deep in his ears, he could still hear that voice, that mocking voice.

As soon as Murphy became aware of that voice, he felt his internal organs becoming increasingly restless.

——How dare you declare it to me in the form of Ella, and treat me like that.

What was that? Exactly what happened is still unclear.

If you are not careful, you may even doubt whether you are really seeing a dream-like illusion.