After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

In order to understand the situation around her, Murphy opened her eyes while reaching out her hand.

In an instant, sunlight shone into his pupils, and he reflexively blinked several times before his blurred vision finally regained its outline.

Where is this place? Murphy thought about such a silly thing while looking at the stone ceiling.

It seems like the body is awake but the mind is not.

There was no proper thought in my mind at all, as if my mind itself was telling me to stay in bed for a while... Well, then let nature take its course.

Having made this decision, Murphy raised his heavy eyelids and groped in the air with his right hand, looking for something like a water bottle.

If this were on the bed, it wouldn't be surprising to see a kettle or a bottle of wine next to the pillow.

Just as Murphy began to get impatient with the hands moving in the air, something wrapped around his fingers, like being entangled in a thread.

He wiggled his fingers slightly, but couldn't quite get them untied.

What's going on? Murphy retracted his right hand and took a look.

There were several silver things wrapped around the fingers of his right hand.

In an instant, Murphy felt that his thoughts, which were not supposed to function properly, suddenly made a sound in his mind and flew away.

——Silver thread?

It really sparkled in the sunlight, and the silver threads were smooth and beautiful, and I'm afraid each one was worth a lot of money.

But it's strange, is there really anyone who would use this as their own bedding? No way?

Although it may not be nice for me to say this, it looks really high-end, not something that someone of my status can touch, and the Heraldry Church should not waste such a high-end product unnecessarily.

So, if that’s the case, why are these silver threads next to my pillow?

In fact, Murphy already had a premonition in her mind, and it was a very, very unpleasant premonition.

His lips began to twitch, almost to the point of spasm - he was sure that what was on his pillow was not a silver thread at all.

Murphy opened her eyes wide in horror and turned her face to the right.

And then, there it was—

The straight face was exposed to the sunlight without reservation, and the sleeping posture was neat and tidy. The body of the knight, Filia, was on the right side of Murphy, at a distance that their bodies were almost touching.

And what was wrapped around his right hand was undoubtedly Filia's hair.

——Ah, is that so? Looks like I’m going to die here.

Unconsciously, Murphy heard herself mumbling this in her heart.

I don't know why, but just looking at Filia's sleeping face up close makes a sense of crisis naturally emerge somewhere in my body... Wait, what happened? Why did I end up in this situation?

As if running away, Murphy hurriedly turned his eyes away from Filia's sleeping posture.

In fact, contrary to the instinctive sense of crisis expressed by the body, paying too much attention to her sleeping posture is not a good thing.

There's no particular reason, it just doesn't work.

Anyway, get out quickly... No... Let's say, run away!

No matter how much he explored his memories, Murphy could not understand the reasons that led to his current situation. The only thing he was sure of was that the reason was definitely not himself.

When I was in Belphein's lord's mansion, I must have smashed the body of that meat monster into pieces.

I have no idea how it suddenly went from being a battle there to being like this... Anyway, it's best to just pretend I didn't see anything.

In order not to pull the hair tangled in her right hand, Murphy carefully swayed her body and tried to stand up.

However, suddenly, he found that his left arm was unable to move as if it was fixed.

Having said that, it's not the cruel fact that my arm is broken, but rather a feeling as if something is pressing down on my elbow.

Well, and the thing that was pressing on my elbow was warm, quite warm.

Murphy took a deep breath and felt that her lips were still dry.

This time, he turned his gaze to the other side opposite to Filia, to the left—he only saw a head of long black hair spread out on the white bedding.

That was Her Highness the Magician - Frodo Volgograd. She seemed to be sleeping quite comfortably, curled up in her dream.

In addition, he hugged Murphy's left arm tightly as if it was natural.

Isn't this more troublesome than I thought? This sentence suddenly appeared in Murphy's mind.

Why were these two people sleeping together on a bed that wasn't very spacious? And why was I placed right in the middle? I didn't understand. I had no idea.

When Murphy's brain finally understood the deadly situation he was in, and began to wonder if this was one of Crossmaria's rooms...

——Okay, it’s about time to get up, employer. I’ve brought you food.

Bang, bang, amidst the somewhat rough knocks on the door, the voice of his best friend, Bruda, was heard outside the concierge office.

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"Ann, how is he?"

As a political official in the Church of Heraldry and the right arm of Saint Madia, Larga An pricked up her ears in response to the voice.

"Yes, Saint Madia. The doctor said there's nothing serious wrong with her and she should wake up soon."

As she spoke, Ann's eyes never left the parchment spread out on her desk, her fingertips gripping the quill.

The same was true for Saint Matthias who greeted An. Neither side paused in their movements for even a moment.

After all, at some point, Madia, who could be considered the political center of the Free City of Crossmaria, disappeared from the city.

Even An, the Saint's right arm, could not completely fill the void left by the loss of Mattia.

The best An could do was to provide emergency treatment for the wounds caused by the departure of Saint Matthias, and to prescribe the right medicine perfunctorily.

Naturally, the pile of unmanageable government affairs and cases continued to grow.

Therefore, it can be said that the price Mattia paid for her temporary freedom was that all her time except sleeping time was spent at her desk.

No, to be honest, even this wasn't enough. An used all his strength to swallow back the sigh that threatened to escape his lips.

It would be fine if it was just an internal matter in Crossmaria, but the problem is that new problems are now piling up here.

The fall of the lord in charge of city affairs and the disappearance of the Iron Princess who ruled the mercenaries made the mercenary city of Belphein a blank area.

Currently, the Church of Heraldry is busy trying to take over the city, and because of this, most of the government affairs are related to the response to Belphein's current situation.

Of course, after all, a metropolis like Belphein can be obtained as easily as taking something out of a purse by just stretching out one's hand. It's impossible not to be jealous.

Considering the current influence of the Church of Heraldry, it shouldn't be a particularly difficult task.

Because in chaos, the people cannot choose their rulers. If a leader appears, they will subconsciously follow him, just like sheep who don’t know where to go and will only follow the shepherd who leads the flock in front.

Belphein is now just like a sheep. If he leaves the flock, he will only wait to be eaten by wolves.

Therefore, it can be said that the Heraldry Cult has already brought the huge city of Belphein, a city outside of Crossmaria, under its influence.

That in itself is truly a wonderful thing.

Yes, if you can take your eyes off the massive increase in government affairs.

——Could it be that I will die here?

Feeling his numb fingertips, An had this premonition in his mind, and then he rubbed his eyes gently.

Saint Madia and you have done a truly remarkable job.

This reckless solo action certainly made people infuriated, but there was no doubt that it had made a great contribution to the Church of Heraldry.

If it must be recorded in history, I will definitely record the hero's deeds with applause and admiration.

However, An also wanted to add a sentence next to it: His, Murphy's heroic act, added wrinkles to the face of a person, that is Lalge An.

His vision began to shake, and to relieve the fatigue, An opened his lips.

"Rather, shouldn't we worry about Miss Vistalinu? Although the situation has stabilized, Miss Bruda still seems to be hanging around."

——Iron Princess Vistalinu.

Ann knew that she was the most important trophy in this riot.

In the mercenary city of Belphein, the one who actually rules behind the scenes is of course Lord Mordo Gorn.

However, the one who reigned as the ruler in public was undoubtedly Vistalinu Gon, known as the Iron Princess.

An strongly hoped that while Belphein was ruled by the Church of Heraldry, that form must be maintained at all costs, and Madia felt the same way.

On the surface, the Iron Princess Vistalinu, who lost her father, was trying her best to rule while holding on to her injured body and mind.

Ah, what a beautiful story! People love such beautiful stories. If there are stories that people like, then ruling will become easy.

Because for the people, it doesn’t matter who is actually ruling behind the scenes.

On the surface, it's the Iron Princess Vistalinu, and behind it is the Church of Heraldry. If this form can be maintained, almost all the worrying things about Belphein can be solved.

Therefore, no matter what, she and her relative Bruda are talents that the Heraldry Church wants to master very much.

An believed that if they could be used skillfully, they could become a valuable asset to the Church of Heraldry.

That's why... For a moment, An looked upwards and murmured in his heart.

—Please hold everyone's reins tightly, hero.

Even though I thought that wish might not come true, I couldn't help but pray.

Chapter 2: Notoriety

In the training ground within the walls of Crossmaria.

That should be a target for archery training - in fact, it is just the collected hay tied into bundles, and then the soldiers use their feet to trample it firmly.

The smell of dry earth emanated from the target, licking the noses of everyone who passed by.

But just after noon, no one wanted to go near this place.

Rather, even the soldiers who were supposed to be going in and out here always liked to go to places far away from the training ground and run around looking for food.

So, this place now is a good place to have a slow conversation with others without any disturbance.

"The same group, uh... that silver-haired guy, the employer, right?"

Bruda's lips twisted into complicated shapes as she made the sound, and her fingers kept rubbing her chin as if she was anxious.

Seeing Bruda like this, Murphy always felt a little embarrassed. Although he did not look away, he still narrowed his eyes secretly.

After a while, Murphy finally nodded with his chin lowered, confirming what Bruda said.

The silver-haired girl that Bruda mentioned is Filia. It is an indisputable fact that she is indeed his partner.

Furthermore, it is an indisputable fact that Filia cut open the shoulder of Vistalinu, Bruda's younger sister.

So, no matter what kind of emotions surge in Bruda's heart, it is only natural.

Even the reason why Bruda's expression was distorted now was roughly understood.

That's probably because Bruda has feelings almost like resentment towards Filia, but feels a kind of "friendship" towards me.

That's why her expression was so intricately contorted.

It is customary for people to kill each other on the battlefield - since you have decided to step into the battlefield to die, you should not mind the injury or even death of your companions. It is actually unreasonable to even express resentment towards the murderer.

These principles are indeed easy to understand.

However, it is a bit too rational. After all, humans are emotional creatures.

Even if you try to use clever logic to temporarily suppress people's emotions and brush them off, human emotions are neither smart nor honest, so problems will arise sooner or later.

In addition, the most important thing is that the person who now has a distorted expression in front of him is Bruda.

It’s my best friend from the past.

Therefore, when dealing with her, I never want to talk about those twisted ideas.

Of course, I also understand that the person in front of me is not the good friend who once held my hand.

After all, the previous Bruda would never call herself an employer, and the smile on her face became even more broken.

Despite this, he still didn't want to say to Bruda, "According to battlefield customs, you shouldn't..." or anything like that, all sorts of logical and rational things.

Seeing Murphy's silence, Bruda put his index finger on his lower lip and shook his brown hair slightly.

"I don't want to hear any apologies. Well, I've already heard most of them from the young lady... no, the Saint."

Perhaps he had learned something from Madia.