After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

However, a moment later, Ella took a deep breath and her brain regained some composure.

Indeed, if possible, I really want to turn back to Belphein right now and hold Murphy's hand.

But no, that's too hasty.

Now, Murphy is trying to reach out to the wrong kind of salvation, the twisted salvation called the Cult of Heraldry.

Of course, there is nothing we can do about it.

Although he is looking forward to my salvation, at the same time, he sometimes falls in love with others. After all, he is also a human being, and this is natural.

So, it's important not to let Murphy lean towards anything else.

I will separate him from everything else, and to do this, there is no choice but to take a slight detour.

And even if I go to Belphein now, I can't do anything, after all, I am still just a little girl.

So, follow the revelation now. The closer you get to the saint, the faster Murphy's salvation will be.

Just like that, Ella muttered to herself deep in her heart.

Those were not conscious words, but words that surfaced unconsciously and then sank back into the depths of the heart.

——Yes, that's right. I am the only one who can give him salvation. I am the only one who can save him. Even God won't give up this right.

Chapter 77 The Guiding Saint

Saint Madia's hair stuck to her cheeks with sweat, her shoulders heaved, and she drank a few sips of water.

The cool feeling made my dry lips and throat feel numb.

Perhaps because she drank too much, Mattia's throat suddenly became choked and she started coughing.

So she continued to wipe her blood-stained fingertips while calming her breathing, but the blood stains could not be removed.

I guess it's because it's been soaked in blood several times, and the blood has become sticky.

There was no other way. Thinking of this, Mattia stopped what she was doing.

The water available here is also very limited, and we cannot waste it for things like washing hands.

After returning to Crossmaria, you must not only wash your hands, but also take a shower.

By the way, it’s been so long, it’s time to comb your hair. It will definitely feel fresh.

As Madia's ears responded to her inner anticipation, they twitched sensitively, the quiet sound of her breathing hitting her earlobes.

"If she wakes up, give her some water to moisten her lips. Also, don't forget to apply medicine when you put on the bandage."

Madia said this while looking at Vistalinu who was lying on the bed with his eyelids heavily closed.

The Herald Cultist next to him nodded deeply and placed the water bottle beside the bed.

After taking this situation in, Mattia lifted her foot and left the healing area filled with wounded soldiers.

Although you can't leave completely, a short break to catch your breath is forgivable.

Mattia's cheeks were stung by the cold air, and the sigh that had been accumulating in her lungs escaped from her lips.

That had been building up for a long time, and just by doing this, my body felt as if it had become relaxed.

It is not clear whether the life of the Iron Princess Vistalinu can continue.

If the condition can be stabilized, it will be necessary to send her to someone who has learned medical skills.

But for the time being, at least a weak thread of life has been woven out.

Unconsciously, Mattia's brows began to relax.

I couldn't help but feel that my face was losing strength. Well, I finally met Murphy's expectations and pretended to be a little bit of a saint.

Really, that's outrageous.

Mingming has already imprinted people's life and death in these eyes many times, and Mingming always looks at the life and death of others from the perspective of pros and cons.

Even now, we are still obsessed with the fate of a life.

It really is, not at all outrageous.

As for Vistalinu, one can only sincerely hope that her wound does not become infected or worsen.

If you contract a rot that eats away your flesh from the inside, there's nothing you can do.

Unless we go to the Cathedral... Just thinking of this, Mattia let out a heavy sigh again, but this time she didn't feel her body become lighter.

——As expected, the Saint is only at this level.

Perhaps it was because she hadn't touched the lamp of life for the first time in a long time, Mattia felt an inexplicable sadness in her heart. She couldn't even smile at herself and just leaned against the outer wall of the house.

When I was young, I always believed that the more I knew and the smarter I became, the more people I could guide and save.

And that's how the people around me have always taught me.

Of course, as I grow older and learn more and more, I realize more and more that it is a lie, and I also understand that there is no such thing as an ideal in this world.

However, for some reason, the fantasy of the existence of the "Saint" could never be eliminated from his body.

It seems that I must have loved dreaming when I was a child.

When I was a child, I firmly believed that everyone was born to be happy, and mistakenly believed that some people fell into misfortune because something went wrong.

Just like this, I blindly believed: if I knew everything, if I could become an outstanding saint, I would be able to embrace everything with my own hands.

Yes, at that time I firmly believed that there was magic that could make justice triumph, and miracles that could resurrect people, and that the world was full of beautiful things.

But... so what? I'm not like this yet.

If my childhood self saw me now, I would definitely scream, right? Just like that, with tears in my eyes and a lump in my throat, I said this.

——A person like that is not a saint.

Mattia's lips twitched slightly.

It must be, yes, it must be like this. Right now, I am still far from being the ideal saint.

After all, in order to save a life in front of you, you have to pray for luck.

It's laughable to think that such a person is a saint or something.

She calls herself a saint, but she can't even save one or two lives. She really doesn't deserve the title.

When did it start? It seemed like it was when he became one of the leaders of the Cult of Heraldry. He was no longer the one who saved lives, but the one who discriminated and discarded them.

More efficient, more utilitarian. What can be done to make the whole more prosperous? Their concerns are no different from those of those who claim to be in power.

However, in order for the organization to develop smoothly, this is all I can think about.

All my childhood thoughts were thrown into the busy world, and then I told myself in my heart: This is right.

I'm such a loser. I should have let go of all those things long ago, but now I'm still worrying about them.

I don’t know what Murphy would say if he heard it, but he would definitely say this.

——It’s really unlike you. It’s really unexpected that you have any worries.

Certainly, it's all irrelevant words.

Ahhh, really. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have this kind of trouble. If it weren't for you, always reaching out to my ideal...

Madia inhaled the cold air into her lungs again and then squinted her eyes.

Then, this level of rest is enough.

The reason he was able to move even in a state of exhaustion was due to his past experience diving underground.

Rather, this level of fatigue is just right.

Besides, Murphy is about to be sent here.

In short, since he chose to jump into the thorns, there is no way he can return unscathed.

The path Murphy chose was not smooth, so how could she possibly end it without any damage to her body or spirit?

He is that kind of person, that is his way of survival, and only someone with his personality can make such a choice.

Therefore, one must once again deeply engrave one's existence in his heart.

The scars carved once again are the best material, after all, they are proof of violating the agreement between us.

It's really disturbing. No matter what, it has made me uneasy several times, so there is no need to show mercy. Besides, I have already made an agreement with him.

As she imagined the joy that would follow, despite the fatigue piling up on her body, Mattia couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth.

This might be a bit harsh on Murphy, but it was only natural. There was no other way. This was all to guide him.

In order to get Murphy on the right path, I must hold his hand. This is my duty.

If Murphy is injured, then I will use my words to carve a new scar on it and never let him forget it.

Ah, I really hope he can only live in the cage of my words and my will.

If he didn't, he'd soon be on a dangerous path, wouldn't he? Like a walking flame, he was truly a hopeless creature.

—Murphy, if you want to pursue your ideal, that's fine. But please accept my guidance on the way to your ideal.

Despite the biting cold wind, Mattia knew her cheeks were still unusually warm.

As for what this meant, she didn't know.

Final remarks for Volume 5

Final remarks for Volume 5.

After finishing this volume, I took a look at the word count in Word as usual. There were a total of 201937 words, which is almost twice as many as the fourth volume.

In addition, after taking a look at the total number of words, I found that I had actually written 96 words, and it would soon exceed one million words.

They say that anyone who wants to be an author must first write at least their first million copies, but I didn’t expect that this goal is almost achieved.

When I think about it carefully, it has been nearly half a year since I started writing this book in early February this year to the end of July now. Time really flies...Okay, just a few words of emotion.

Back to the topic, the story of Belphein in this volume has ended, and Murphy has one more companion, that is his best friend in his previous life, a weird mercenary who uses needles as weapons, and a drunkard - Bruda.

After experiencing the events of the Elf King in Volume 4, Murphy finally began to realize that after going through so many events, she no longer had the qualifications to despise herself.

He changed his distorted personality of self-denial, but even so, he still did not fully accept himself.

Because in his opinion, everything he had experienced so far was due to his companions Filia and Frodo, and he had hardly done anything useful.

So, when Belphein's alliance request began, he made up his mind to take this opportunity to go to the mercenary city alone to complete the mission.

It's not for anything else, just to prove that I am qualified to continue staying with those heroes.

The result was obvious, he still failed. The heroes around him left the base they had just captured one by one, and even the leader of the organization, Mattia, ran over despite An's obstruction.

However, in the process, he met the person he was most familiar with - his childhood sweetheart, Ella.

But at that time, Ella had been controlled by an unknown person, who even wanted to use Ella's appearance to lure Murphy into falling again.

But Murphy soon saw the clue and realized that the person in front of her was not the Ella she was familiar with.

In the end, after all the hardships along the way, the affirmation from the old Elf King, and the second duel with Filia, he refused the hand of "Ella" that was right in front of him.

At this point, Murphy completely abandoned the idea that he was a lowly person and decided to take on the fate of others and move forward.

In addition, this volume is the first real encounter between the heroines. After experiencing this incident, they also further realized their feelings for Murphy.

The above is all the content of this volume. Thank you for reading this.

The content of the next volume mainly revolves around the Belphein incident. The Church of Heraldry and the Cathedral have made various preparations for their responses. The real war is about to come, and the new Elf Queen, Eltis, will also lead her Sky Garden back.

Thank you very much for your continued support. Although my performance has been getting worse and I haven't recommended anything for a long time, so fewer and fewer people are reading it, I still persisted.

So I dare to hope that everyone can keep reading, and it is best to read more and not let the book grow old!!!

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Okay, no more discouraging words, today’s update, which is the content of the sixth volume, will be here soon. Thank you again for your support!

Volume 6: The Kingdom of Evil

Chapter 1 Silence

Suddenly I felt that my mouth was empty.

My lips were strangely dry, my face was cold, and my mouth had a sticky, sickening feeling.

Water, wine, anything is fine, at least try to hold something in your mouth to get rid of this nauseous feeling first.