After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

After all, if his political enemies knew that he had recruited adventurers like himself, there would likely be problems.

It was precisely because of this that Old Jed was convinced that Roy Metz's purpose in calling him over was definitely not just to drink.

But he didn't say anything else. He just looked Roy Metz in the eyes with a smile, waiting for what the other party would say next.

Old Jed's behavior was nothing like that of a retainer, nor was it the attitude he should have towards his master.

However, this way of getting along is common between these two people.

Roy Metz forgave Old Jed's arrogant attitude, and Old Jed did not act humble in front of Roy Metz, as if both parties felt that this sense of distance was just right.

With that, Roimetz leaned his arm on the armrest and spoke.

"—We can no longer control those idiots in the Cathedral. They no longer care about gains or losses. We must fight this meaningless war, Gerard."

The voice sounded like a roar, but it was not the exaggerated and bold voice just now. Instead, it was a low and calm voice.

Despite this, there was something in Roy Metz's voice that made one think it was a growl.

The reception room suddenly fell silent, and the air was as heavy as if filled with lead.

The next moment, the quiet voice of Old Jed broke the silence in the room.

"That's right! This maddening era of peace is coming to an end. Isn't that wonderful? Long live the Cathedral! Let's cheer loudly."

With a humming voice and crooked teeth, Old Jed sneered and laughed.

But there was absolutely no smile in those eyes. It was as if he was staring into the distance, and his gaze became sharper and sharper.

The tense atmosphere lasted for a while, and Old Jed and Roy Metz said nothing, and there was silence.

Only the servants continued to pour wine into their empty glasses with trembling fingers, and Old Jed and Roy Metz also drank in silence, several glasses in a row.

Old Jed couldn't help but mutter in his heart, what should he do when he goes back after being so drunk.

at this time.

"Gerald."

Roy Metz's low, stone-hard words touched the air.

"Can you lead the soldiers once again? Can you bring back the head of the rebellious hero?"

There was a brief pause, a period of time that could be said to be insignificant. As if suppressing the words that were originally wanted to be uttered, a faint tremor shook the air.

Old Jed wordlessly placed his fists on the round table and lowered his head.

"—if my lord wishes so."

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Roy Metz Ashburn Pavilion. Old Jed's furtive figure slowly emerged from the back door.

Even if he walked out of the main gate with dignity, Roimetz, as the lord, wouldn't say anything, but it was still better to be cautious.

Moreover, Old Jed just couldn't like such a magnificent place as the main entrance of the official residence owned by high-ranking nobles. He even felt a little uncomfortable just staying in such a place.

On the contrary, slightly dim places like alleys are more suitable for Old Jed's personality. In his opinion, the water and air in those places are more suitable for his body.

Old Jed believes that the habitat of human beings is determined at birth.

Just as fish do not fly in the air, birds do not sink into the water and regard it as their home.

The place where humans should live, no, the place where they can survive, is also defined.

Old Jed didn't know whether it was decided by a so-called God or something completely different, but that's what he thought.

In addition, the place of living does not correspond to one's identity. Even if one is born into a noble family, some people cannot personally participate in the upper class world.

Some people are born in a world without sunshine and die because they cannot adapt.

If you go beyond the world you are supposed to live in, you will not be able to survive, that's all.

While thinking this, the figure of his former disciple suddenly appeared in Old Jed's mind - so, how is that guy now?

That guy, Murphy, was undoubtedly born into a world where the sun doesn't shine and survived there.

Old Jed still remembers clearly the image of the child whose face was covered in mud but who vowed that one day he would hold the sunshine in his hands.

There is no doubt that he has the potential to survive even in a place where no sunlight can reach.

Having said that, it doesn't mean that he possesses brilliant talent. Even though he had become stronger inexplicably before, he was not stronger than his past self.

So, he was able to get to this point... Could it be that he had missed the hero's weapon?

That's not the case, it's just that he has potential.

Even if covered in mud and ridiculed, one still has the potential to reach out and cling to what he desires.

Wasn't it precisely because of this that I taught him something after investigating his life story? In this hopeless world, the way to survive is what is called the way to survive.

And such disciples are now marching towards a world bathed in sunshine.

Well, although he was in the position of a rebel, he did bask in the sunshine of history.

Old Jed couldn't help but touch his white beard, narrowed his eyes, and wrinkles were deeply engraved on his face.

Old Jed thought, at least, he should go and talk to that guy alone.

Although we are about to go to the battlefield and our relationship will become one of confrontation, but... I do have an interest, pure interest.

Is the world you live in now a good or bad place for you? I just want to hear this.

I don't particularly hope to get an answer, really, I'm just simply curious.

No matter what, that was the path I had taken.

And it is a path that I find difficult to adapt to.

So, even if curiosity arose a little, it wouldn't be strange to want to find out a little, right?

Thinking of this, the wrinkles carved on Old Jed's face twisted, and the shadows became deeper.

"—What's the matter, you heartless villain? Have the cigarettes and alcohol finally ruined your brain?"

When Old Jed inadvertently showed a bad attitude on his face because of the unexpected situation, a bad word came to his face.

It was a female voice that was sharp enough to penetrate the other party, and Old Jed couldn't help but blink.

Just further down the alley, walking towards this side, the man was staring at Old Jed.

Although I couldn't see his face clearly because he was wearing a robe, his voice sounded familiar.

"Why, you're here too, Valerie. The master is busy enough."

It's more like throwing words into the air than speaking to the person standing in front of him.

Old Jed didn't know if the other party was listening, he just kept walking forward.

The other party, like Old Jed, didn't seem to want to stop and just walked past him face to face.

Although they spoke to each other in a familiar manner, they did not seem to care about each other's actions and just moved towards their destination.

"What's your destination?"

Without changing her expression, the woman called Valerie moved her lips slightly.

The tone of that voice was undoubtedly noble, and to Old Jed's ears, every word it uttered was tinged with the accent of the upper class.

"West. I'd like to try some good fish or something. It should be fresh right now."

Old Jed said. The distance between the two continued to shorten, and when they were about to pass each other, they stopped for a moment.

"I see. Then I'm on the East side. The West side isn't easy. After all, no one thinks the main battlefield is there yet."

"Then please finish quickly and let me relax. If possible, I really want to stay behind the scenes."

That was all, no greetings or laughter, just exchanging words, passing each other, and then parting.

If you look at it from a distance, you will only feel that the roads are overlapping, and you will not feel any connection between the two.

Old Jed stroked his white beard with his fingertips, narrowed his eyes, and his heart was filled with gloomy emotions.

Valerie, the words of the woman she had just passed by were all too clear.

That’s right, no one really regarded the West as the main battlefield.

None of the nobles in the Kingdom of Leiden thought that the Church of Heraldry was a beast that could bite off their necks, and none of them even considered that they might fail.

Ultimately, the Church of Heraldry has only insignificant combat power in the eyes of the Kingdom of Leiden.

So, what is more important is not just winning, but to keep the rights and interests firmly in your hands while winning.

Today, the Heralds not only control the free city of Crossmaria, they have even included the mercenary city of Belphein within their sphere of influence.

As a result, the nobles of the Kingdom of Leiden and the priests of the cathedral were left with only one idea.

——When everything is over, hold the land and the benefits in your own hands as much as possible.

Old Jed guessed that someone would give this commotion a warm welcome.

After all, the land that you cannot get at ordinary times has now become a chaotic place, and perhaps you can take advantage of the situation to get your hands on it.

Ah, and the Heraldsmen, since they are all going to die anyway, they might as well try to grab more than those around them, fatten themselves up before dying. There must be many people who think this way.

But it is precisely because of this that people like me are needed.

Old Jed was well aware of this, his eyebrows raised slightly, and his only remaining eye gleamed in the faint darkness.

The tasks assigned to him by his master, Roimets Achborn, were originally all behind-the-scenes work that could not be made public, in other words - dirty work.

That's right, just like becoming close friends with the heir of the Reinhard family, who was once the master's political enemy, and just like giving him a push from behind when he was about to leave the royal capital, helping the master to gain benefits.

In this way, the only ones left in the royal capital were the high-ranking nobles of the Ashborn family. Anyway, the one left behind was just a puppet head of the family whose death would not matter.

However, having said that, the fact that a veteran like me has to be brought onto the stage at this point shows that the military strength is severely limited by political factors.

But, well, just this once, it wouldn't be so bad to trade with those rotten nobles.

Anyway, it hasn't been this fun in a while.

Then there is the long-lost disciple.

Not bad, indeed, not bad.

—So, how's it going, Murphy? Have you grown up a bit?

Chapter 4 The Wrong Path Given

Perhaps because the castle of Crossmaria is built of stones, Murphy always feels that the air here is very cold.

Even though he was simply staying in the room and doing nothing, the cold air still stung his cheeks.

He sucked the cold air into his lungs, then exhaled into the air in a huge sigh.

In an instant, a faint white mist appeared in the air and then slowly dissipated.

No, I've almost reached my limit. It's impossible to stay in a room like this any longer.

Even if I could have some beer to calm myself down, the crockery on the table wouldn't spill even if I turned it upside down.

After all, how long will I be locked up in this room with only cold air?

Murphy, sitting in the chair, began to think about this question unconsciously.

Initially, the person who proposed this strange proposal was Lalge An, the assistant of Saint Madia.

——Hero, could you please stay in the room for a while?

An said that it was for the sake of discipline of the Heraldry Church.

During the capture of the mercenary city of Belphein, Murphy left Crossmaria without a word, which seemed to have caused quite a stir in the Church of Heraldry.

Of course, he didn't know the details of the content, but he heard that even Mattia's face changed drastically.

But when he was in Belphein, he didn't quite see this.

An said: If someone wants to do the same thing, it will be troublesome.

As long as you think your contributions are great enough, you can do whatever you want. If that really happens, the organization will naturally be unable to exist and will be overthrown from within sooner or later.

For Murphy, who does not belong to any organization now, it actually feels a little strange.

After all, when he was in Lars' organization founded by Old Jed, he hadn't thought much about such things. Of course, at that time, he didn't think he would do whatever he wanted.

In short, even if it is just a formality, An hopes to temporarily "confine" him to prevent this situation from happening to others again.

As for Murphy, since there was nothing urgent to do now, he just needed to stay in the house for a few days. Although the confinement room was a bit narrow, it shouldn't be a big problem, so he nodded with a relaxed mood.