After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

Really, why would I think of these things? What’s wrong with me?

Such emotions and passions should have been abandoned long ago, and this body should have only been filled with inertia and resignation.

The reason for this was definitely not because of the actions of his enemy, Mordo Gon, nor because of the existence of the silver-haired swordsman.

It must be that man, that employer's fault, it's all his fault.

He clearly didn't mean that, but he took the initiative to stir up other people's emotions and force them to leave. What an unreasonable and stormy man he is.

If that man had not stepped onto the stage called "Belphein", he and Vistalinu would not have set foot on such a battlefield.

Really, that man is a troublesome guy.

But, I don't feel any discomfort.

When he thought of this, Bruda's brown hair seemed to sway a little.

Looking around carefully, just as Bruda was about to step into the lord's mansion, she heard the sound of something heavy falling, which knocked on her earlobe. It was the kind of sound that shouldn't have been heard in a courtyard.

Naturally, Bruda's gaze turned to the garden.

Then, her eyes suddenly opened wide, and her canine teeth even emitted a heat that was painful to her lips.

—There was the blood-soaked employer, Murphy, and the strange black-haired woman. And also, the silver-haired swordsman who had cut down Vistalinu.

So, since I didn't see my employer anywhere, could it be that he and the silver-haired swordsman fought each other to the bitter end?

Blinking, Bruda turned his gaze to Murphy.

The thought barely circulated through his brain, and the sight his eyes took in moved Bruda's spinal cord unconsciously.

The fingertips calmly hold the silver needle and throw it in one smooth movement.

That throw carried a clear will that went through the target.

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"——I was wondering who it was, but it's you, the mercenary."

The silver needle was buried next to Murphy in the soil of the courtyard.

There was no mistake, the silver needle was indeed thrown at the soil.

Filia blinked her silver eyes, as if asking about his intentions, and cast her gaze towards the mercenary who used the needle.

"I don't understand. Wasn't this a perfect opportunity for you?"

Filia's lips trembled as she raised a legitimate question.

Filia knew that this mercenary was hostile to her.

The other party must be holding a grudge against him for piercing the steel Givistalin with his sword.

Indeed, I still remember that mercenary saying that Vistalinu was his family. In that case, it's not that I don't understand her feelings.

Because of this, Filia couldn't understand the meaning of the needle piercing the ground. It was simply conveying its presence to this side.

Considering the characteristics of the needle, it is only natural to use it without being discovered by the enemy.

Filia could see the brown hair fluttering in the wind, but because the mercenary was wearing a hat as usual, she couldn't see his expression clearly. She could only tell that there was something wrong with his eyes.

"...Don't overthink it. It's just that the employer takes priority, especially for mercenaries."

While speaking, the mercenary who used the needle showed no sign of hiding his hostility and even intensified his gaze.

Hearing this, Filia gripped her beloved sword tightly and looked at the tip of the needle stuck in the ground.

The next moment, her eyes couldn't help but shrink and twitch.

That disgusting and horrible thing could even make anyone who saw it feel sick to their stomach.

At first glance, the thing looked like a wriggling worm, but upon closer inspection, it was clear that it was undoubtedly a fragment of the flesh monster, crawling and leaping on the ground.

Thanks to Murphy, the pieces of flesh have been scattered and are almost on the road to collapse, but it seems that some willpower is still retained.

And then, following the hostility etched in her instincts, she moved towards Murphy in order to devour him...

Thinking of this, Filia crushed several of these creatures that had escaped from the needle tips with a stiff expression.

In an instant, a strange feeling spread throughout her body.

"Hmm, I see. Let me thank you for now."

Filia's silver eyes flickered, and she continued speaking while holding the dragon horn sword in one hand.

While she was speaking, her back was straight and her face looked very happy.

"If you come to take my life, I will answer you with my sword. How is it, warrior?"

The mercenary in front of him said that the employer comes first.

In other words, although his heart may be filled with resentment towards him, he puts this resentment aside and prioritizes stopping those who are hostile to Murphy.

So that's how it is. This person is not without a sense of pride.

It seems that he is not only not a greedy mercenary, but also a magnanimous warrior.

It would be rude to ignore what she said, and it would be unacceptable not to pay respect to her life.

"I don't want to die... But I don't want to see you again, so return your employer to me now."

At that moment, Filia, who was even smiling and trying to show respect for the other party's will, couldn't help but twist her expression.

Did this guy just say something weird?

"What should I give back to you? Murphy is our partner, there's no reason to give it to you."

Frodo frowned and said that she always had a feeling that she couldn't make sense of what she was saying, as if something went wrong in a place she didn't know about.

The mercenary who used the needle also narrowed his eyes and moved his lips slightly.

"Stop talking nonsense. My employer told me that apart from the eldest daughter of the same trade, no one else can be trusted. Why do two companions suddenly appear now?"

——I see, Murphy, that’s how it is.

Filia's cheeks twitched as if in spasm, and she exhaled deeply.

Frodo seemed to be the same. Her eyes naturally raised up and she looked at Murphy.

——Very good, after everything is over, I will let you say it again, Murphy.

Chapter 76 The Hand of Redemption

For some reason, my blurry vision kept shaking and I couldn't focus on it. I only felt that my body was inexplicably getting warm.

Ella blinked and looked up at the ceiling.

Ah, the ceiling is shaking just like the view... How strange.

Thinking of this, Ella slowly sat up.

Only then did she realize that she was covered with a very high-quality blanket.

So that's why it's so warm.

Not only that, the place where he was lying was like a warm bed, soft enough to wrap himself tightly.

However, my eyelids were still very heavy, and I even felt as if all my strength had been taken away.

Just when Ella was still confused about the situation, she suddenly felt the intermittent jolts that seemed to be exerted on her body become stronger and suddenly there was a loud bang.

Oh, really? It’s on a carriage. And if you look closely, isn’t this the carriage that the Cathedral prepared for itself?

Ella's black pupils flickered, and questions arose in her mind.

So why did I find myself in such a swaying carriage?

I clearly feel like there are other things I should do, but my memory is inexplicably a little fuzzy.

Yes, I did get on the carriage, and that scene is still in my mind.

But... I don't remember the process of getting there at all.

Especially, there should be no reason for me to ride in a carriage, right?

Coupled with the shaking of the carriage, it is becoming increasingly difficult to tell whether this is a dream or reality. My eyelids feel heavy... I really want to rest...

Following the heaviness of her eyelids, Ella narrowed her eyes slightly and looked around.

There was no one around me, and I was the only one swaying in the carriage.

It was probably because there was only his own coachman pulling the carriage in front, and no one else.

I was really dreaming. Ella closed her eyes and lay back on the carriage seat, coming to this conclusion in her mind.

The touch on the back is soft and comfortable.

——Ah, so close, as if right next to me, just within earshot of me, I could feel Murphy’s presence.

Was it a dream? I don't know. Even if I try to search my memory for the answer, my mind is as hazy as if shrouded in fog.

Apart from that, all that was left was a faint touch in the corners of the eyes and deep inside the ears.

What came into view was Murphy, who was almost hugging him tightly.

Then, there was only one voice echoing deep in my ears.

——The woman I like is——

Just as those words echoed in her ears, stimulating her thinking, Ella's eyes, which had just closed, suddenly opened again, her pure white hair swaying, and her throat moving.

No, that wasn't a dream, absolutely not.

When she was convinced of this, Ella's cheeks began to heat up.

Her slightly moist eyes moved around, as if looking for a place to rest her gaze.

Yes... yes, Murphy seemed to be talking to someone at that time.

As for who that person was, I couldn't find out in my memory, and the memory of that person in my mind was vague.

It was as if someone had taken this body and consciousness away, and the memories of that time were torn apart like clouds blown by a storm.

And among them, there is only one thing I still remember.

——While saying this, Murphy's eyes undoubtedly pierced through him.

Ella couldn't help but pull up the blanket to cover her face.

It was so hot, so hot, so hot. Was it real? Was I dreaming? To get the answer, Ella tangled the threads of memory in her brain several times.

Ah, right now, I must be showing an expression that no one can see.

Tension enveloped my entire body, and my face felt strangely hot. I had never heard of such a thing happening to my body before.

Despite this, he couldn't help but curl up his lips in joy.

Sure enough, this is a face that cannot be shown to others.

Still remember him, and still remember me.

I used to think that Murphy had given himself to the Order of Heraldry, forgotten about me, and was seeking salvation in other things.

But no, that's wrong, Murphy is still waiting for me, he is still looking for me.

Just realizing this fact filled Ella's heart with joy.

Her fingertips gripped the blanket even tighter, and joy ran down her spine and throughout her body, causing her to tremble constantly.

——Ah, as expected, what Murphy wants is for me to give him redemption, and it has to be me.

That clear belief filled Ella's chest, and in her opinion, nothing could be more joyful than this.

At the same time, as if guiding her own path, a new and bright revelation emerged from the depths of Ella's mind, from the very root of her thoughts.

That was divine revelation, recording the path to the Saint.

It was just like the time in the Cathedral before, and it came straight to my mind.

I see. Although I can't recall the entire process, I'm afraid it was because of this revelation that I was swaying in the carriage.

The memories in the skull seemed to be led to the light, as if to assert that there was nothing strange and that this was the right path.

The direction pointed by the revelation is the journey away from Belphein.

The black eyes gradually narrowed, and Ella's eyes were full of heat.

Leaving Belphein would mean leaving Murphy. She wanted to hold his hand as soon as possible.