After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

In any case, Ella should be staying in the Cathedral now, and I don't think she can get out of there so easily.

Therefore, if possible, it would be more appropriate to think that it was someone who deceived Ella rather than Ella herself.

So, only one thing is certain.

That's right, there was only one thing - that woman, the one who deceived Ella, was undoubtedly her enemy.

That’s great, it’s such a good thing. There are targets you want to reach out to and enemies you want to defeat. How fulfilling, isn’t it?

If everything goes smoothly, there is nothing much to say, just like the thread of destiny, easily held in one's own hands.

Of course, there is no such thing.

Among the paths you have taken, is there any one that is really easy and effortless?

The road so far has been covered with thorns, making it impossible to move, and this situation will definitely not change in the future.

No, maybe I will sink even lower than this.

But even if it sank to the bottom of the earth, at that last moment,

——I must reach for my goal, that head. Even if it means pouring mud down my throat.

Ah, yes, so in a place like this, you have to give your all.

In this way, Murphy continued to inject magic power into the meat monster, and then, as the meat turned into minced meat, his consciousness fell off.

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It is said that in the past, and even now, some famous families still continue certain rituals between magicians' parents and children or between masters and apprentices.

That is to connect each other's souls by signing a contract, and then the parents or masters will pour magic power into the child little by little.

From childhood until the day when one can handle magic independently.

In this way, children can store magic power in themselves from an early age, so that the limit of magic power reserves continues to increase.

In addition, since the person injecting magic power can adjust the amount of magic power injected at any time, it is also possible to avoid diseases such as adventurers.

In this way, the magician's family passed down from generation to generation, constantly increasing the capacity of the poisonous magic power they contained.

If there is any problem - as long as the injector relaxes for a moment, the child will easily be swallowed by the poison of magic.

That's how it is. Until the day a child learns to handle magic power on his own, the child will never leave the side of his parents or master who are the ones injecting magic power into him. That's all.

Chapter 74 Scars of Love

——What a self-willed, reckless, and stupid person.

Frodo's black eyes flickered, and she couldn't help but mutter this in her heart. At the same time, she and Filia picked up Murphy, who had lost consciousness and fallen into the garden.

Are you completely drained of energy? Murphy's body felt incredibly heavy, his limbs dangling in the air as if strings had been loosened.

However, for Frodo, this was a heavy feeling that made her feel happy.

It's true. Unless it comes to this, he would never rely on me.

He always tried to take every step with his own legs, as if relying on others was a crime, and he never let himself feel the weight of his body.

Because of this, the weight she felt from Murphy now made Frodo feel particularly comfortable.

"How about magic... no, Frodo, can you weave this idiot's body?"

"Yes, Filia, of course."

Fool——the words that came out naturally from Filia's lips were unexpectedly the same as what Frodo thought of Mephi. She almost nodded in agreement.

Murphy always pretends to rely on us and seems to let us share the danger together, but in the end he will only choose the path that will hurt himself.

Frodo couldn't help but put her hands on Murphy's cheeks.

There were a few small scars on the face, and even those scars had lost their color.

I see. It must be due to excessive blood loss.

Not only that, there were also huge cracks on the shoulder and left arm. If this continued, the arm would be crippled.

This was probably because when he fell from the second floor onto the meat monster, the bones all over his body were cracked due to the impact.

Really, what is going on? What a stupid person, what a hateful person.

Frodo moved the hand that was caressing Murphy's cheek towards his heart, placing her hands directly on the skin of his chest.

I'm glad that this time, he can trust me and rely on me.

Just thinking about this for a moment, Frodo felt her heart pounding and her cheeks couldn't help but relax.

These facts alone make me want to lean on him.

Ultimately, Murphy never let us get hurt, and never asked us to share the cost.

It's too much. It's really too much.

Since we are companions and interdependent, we have the obligation and right to share the pain and injury.

But Murphy took everything for himself, as if to say: If only I could end it all by getting hurt, then that's fine.

But, for me, if that pain was given to me by you, I would even feel that it was love and I would feel proud in my heart.

So, Murphy, you are really an extreme person.

Frodo's black hair swayed in the night.

At the same time, she slid her hand towards Murphy's chest and pressed it against his body, beginning to construct the magic ritual.

Memories of the past emerged in his mind, that was when he was forged with the magic power of the sword in the underground temple of the Heraldry Cultists.

Such an exciting experience was something Frodo had never experienced in her life before.

So, let's recreate the scene of that day right here and now.

What? It’s a very simple thing. After all, my magic power is inexhaustible now.

Besides, it was originally intended to be presented to Murphy as a magic box to help him, so there was nothing to regret about it.

In this way, the light green beam that still illuminated the streets of Belphein was all put into repairing Murphy's body, weaving everything into his body again.

There is no need to be stingy now. We need to make his body as refined as possible. This is what I can do as his partner.

While raising her eyebrows, Frodo's lips moved slightly as she thought about this, and she unconsciously turned her gaze to Filia next to her.

Filia is a very strong person, and her strength will definitely help Murphy become stronger.

His spirit and mind are enough to purify the soul, and will undoubtedly be of help to Murphy.

And this is something I can't do.

Someone like me, with a weak spirit and soul, can only rely on his existence and it is impossible for me to help him become stronger.

Whenever she was constrained by such thoughts, Frodo would feel a pain in her chest as if it was being strangled.

Frodo knew how ugly such thoughts would bring to her expression.

So, it is only in this area of ​​magic, no, only in the world of magic, that I don't want to fall behind anyone.

Otherwise, he would lose the right to be with Murphy and give up the happiness they shared.

This alone is intolerable, absolutely, no matter what happens.

Then, I will pour all my magical talents into him.

Use all the means you can to help Murphy.

If asked whether this intention is sound, it is impossible to nod frankly.

I understood long ago that the feelings swirling in my heart were twisted emotions.

However, it is precisely because this feeling is difficult to let go and I don’t want to lose it that I reach out.

I'm not hoping for anything, I'm not praying for anything, I just want to move forward and forward.

Frodo's fingertips shone with green light.

The dense group of magic power, which should have no consciousness, began to slowly open its eyes under Frodo's command.

Murphy's wound is too deep, so let the magic power take over the blood vessels.

That tendon no longer exists, so let's use the magic thread to weave the flesh together.

The nerves have been cut to the point where there's no sign of connection left, so now it's time to create new organs.

It was like a dream, much more difficult than the previous restoration work in the underground temple.

That should have been an impossible technique, a magical theory from a dream—an unethical act as if it were creating humanity itself.

But now, when these theories emerged in Frodo's mind and were written on the parchment in her mind, her fingertips would immediately put them into practice.

For a magician, there is no happier moment than this; and for Frodo personally, there is no greater pleasure than refining Murphy's body with her own hands.

Belphein's accumulated magic power was enough to evaporate a city. Although a large part of it was injected into the body of the meat monster, there was still some left.

So, for his repair, inject all the remaining ones.

The green color on Frodo's fingertips became thicker and denser.

Frodo heard a distorted sound coming from deep within her ears. The sound seriously disturbed her mind and made her cheeks twitch involuntarily.

That voice must have left scars on his soul.

Although she didn't know the principles and causes and effects, Frodo nodded naturally in her heart.

She understood that it was something that could never be undone.

However, at this moment, I still feel in a good mood, and even feel that this feeling is very comfortable.

Because I finally, finally got hurt for him.

Just like that, Frodo's magic power began to run out.

That moment when Murphy's whole body was woven into magic.

——At the tip of my eye, I saw a silver flash flying in the air, like a flash as small as a needle.

Chapter 75 The Manner of the Needle

The terrifying pale green beam of light disappeared from the mercenary city of Belphein.

When Bruda stepped into the lord's mansion, he happened to see that scene.

Her shoulders rose and fell, her lungs were a little short of breath, and sweat gushed out of her whole body.

However, the anxiety hidden in Bruda's heart and the emotions that almost burned her eyes made her feel that letting her body stagnate was not a good thing.

The one those eyes were searching for was the silver-haired swordsman.

The woman who had severely injured her sister Vistalinu—whose life or death was still unknown—and who had turned her sword against her employer.

Of course, Bruder is also a mercenary and understands the principles of the battlefield very well.

On the battlefield, everyone has the right to kill himself, just like shouting loudly, come and take your life, so there is nothing to complain even if your life is taken away by others, and vice versa.

Otherwise, you will never be able to stand on the battlefield. Those who deny the exchange of life will not set foot on the battlefield.

Bruda had no intention of blaming the silver-haired swordsman. To do so would only be a shame for Vistalinu.

When Vistalinu decided to raise his battle axe, he should have been prepared to die at any time and place.

——But even so, there are of course things that can be tolerated and things that cannot be tolerated.

Bruda's heart was roaring and roaring.

The lip trembled, revealing its white canine teeth.

It cannot be forgiven, absolutely not.

In the past, I told myself that there was nothing I could do about it.

So, when his father was executed, he looked away and survived.

It was the same when my mother was arrested and my sister was taken away.

Whenever something bad happens, I always look away, put everything behind me, and pray that my life will end soon so that I can survive.

However, this is the only thing I never want to experience again.

Now, I no longer want to go back to the past - a lifestyle where I hoped my body would rot as soon as possible, soaked my head in cheap rum, and even exposed my will to the mud.

Bruda clenched his fist tightly. The long needle felt extremely cold in his hand.