After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

Then he silently suppressed the yawn that had unconsciously risen to his throat.

Filia and Frodo, who were also present, seemed to occasionally interject and say something about what they heard, but Murphy didn't seem to have such thoughts.

The reason for this is that in his opinion, the battles he fought were at best fights between small-scale troops.

As for the grand scene of forces attacking each other, he was not sure whether the opinions of people like himself had any meaning.

Because of this, Murphy's final choice was to not express any opinions and just listen to other people's thoughts.

"——Everyone keeps nagging... Employer, do you know what that means?"

Bruda, who was sitting near the last seat like Murphy, muttered to himself, looking a little embarrassed as he spoke to Murphy.

Bruda seemed to be attending the meeting as Vistalinu's agent. Her brown hair was swaying in the air, and she was frowning and squinting her eyes because she didn't quite understand the situation.

But even if asked this question, Murphy doesn't think he can give a truly correct answer.

After all, if you really want to say it, the knowledge he accumulated during his past travels is actually just a little bit, and there should not be much difference compared to Bruda.

"...Let's not talk about whether this is right or wrong."

Despite this, Murphy continued to make his opening remarks while squinting his eyes and muttering softly - a sound that only Bruda could hear.

The combined forces of the Cathedral, the Kingdom of Leiden, and the surrounding nations are now mobilizing their forces with the Free City of Crossmaria as their target.

If it were originally like that, it would definitely be easier to invade the mercenary city of Belphein and the sky garden Gasalia first.

But now that this war has been called the Great Cathedral and is being fought to eliminate the Old Believers, it is no longer possible to do so.

Although names are convenient, they can sometimes be troublesome.

But even so, the size of the Cathedral's army is far greater than the combined forces of the Heraldry and Gasalia.

If a war really breaks out, it will be a battle between dragons and ordinary people, and it is impossible to win - maybe the dragon will just sneeze or glare, and humans will be doomed. It is such an obvious truth.

"So, there's no chance of winning?" Bruda held the hood in his hands and sat lightly on the chair.

For some reason, her lips trembled slightly, and she continued with a somewhat bitter expression.

"It would be great if God could create a miracle."

If asked whether he had a chance of winning, Murphy could only honestly show the same bitter expression as Bruda.

If the Cathedral turns into a complete dragon and descends here, there will be nothing we can do but to withstand it.

As for whether or not we can see the chance of winning, although it may not be very nice to say this, we really can’t find it.

Because of this, if they want to have a chance of winning, they can only destroy the dragon's feet and repeat the script that was played out in Belphein before.

The Cathedral is a large religion that encompasses the great Kingdom of Leiden and the surrounding smaller nations. With a cathedral of this size, its structure cannot be as easily solidified into one piece as a solid rock.

Internally, it is divided into numerous small factions.

The two largest factions are the secular faction, which wants to have a good relationship with the secular world and believes that mixing is the best; and the idealist faction, which pursues the original ideals of the cathedral.

Most nobles participated in one of these events, and the relationship between the two sides was not very good. In the beginning, they might have supported each other, but now it was common for them to hold each other back.

In addition, there are some nobles who openly proclaim their faith in the Cathedral, but secretly still adhere to their ancient beliefs.

In this way, the Cathedral organization is like a group of wild beasts that devour each other's flesh.

Now it is only because of the unified enemy of the Heraldry Church that it can appear to be complete, but the internal situation can only be described as bleak.

An, who was speaking passionately as the host of the meeting, believed that this was the dragon's weak spot that should be targeted.

- Achieved a tactical victory over the pro-war ideologues, influenced the secularists and old church aristocrats who advocated avoiding war, and achieved a strategic victory.

"You don't have to defeat all enemies on all battlefields." Saint Matthias said in line with Ann's statement.

"For those who are vying for power and throwing all their might into the battlefield just to show off their strength, all they need to do is achieve a tactical victory once, and then they can defeat their opponent piece by piece."

Although he said that, his eyes looked less calm than usual.

After all, this is just a passive measure. It gives up complete victory from the very beginning. It is like forcibly swallowing molten iron. It is just a bitter and helpless option.

Besides, even if the operation could go smoothly and survive this dangerous situation safely, it would only be a one-time experience.

After the cool-down period ends, the war faction will surely make a comeback, and by then the same tactics will no longer work.

So, this is undoubtedly just a strategy to buy time.

Although the interior of the cathedral was a disastrous sight, the situation here was not much better - the organization was still fragile, and the progress in strengthening its armaments was not satisfactory.

Now the Heraldry Church can only hold its ground in the biting cold wind and move forward bravely.

However, if Saint Madia, who values ​​calculation and rationality more than anyone else, says that we must buy time, then there is probably no other means to take.

By the way, when the Gospel War ended, a great disaster swept the earth. If it happened here now, the situation might be different.

Suddenly, as if a scar was left in his mind, a sharp pain came over him, and an indescribable uneasiness arose deep in Murphy's heart.

He couldn't help but narrow his eyes and subconsciously crossed his fingers behind his neck.

——It’s really strange. No matter how I calculate the years, they don’t match. Did I remember it wrong?

As he tilted his head slightly, Murphy suddenly realized that the atmosphere in the entire venue had become quiet.

They had been discussing this matter enthusiastically just a moment ago, but now everyone had closed their lips, hesitating as if they didn't know where to turn their gaze.

"—Merphy, did you hear what I said?"

In this strange silence, Eltis tilted his head and spoke.

Murphy couldn't help but blink a few times, revealing a puzzled look as if he was wondering what she was talking about, and then returned her gaze to Eltis.

To be honest, in Murphy's opinion, no one would be asked to speak for themselves or be asked anything in this meeting, so he hardly paid any attention to what was happening around him.

But when he came to his senses, he found that everyone's eyes were on him.

Whether it's Ann, Madia, Filia, or Frodo, it's all the same.

Feeling the meaning contained in those pairs of eyes that seemed to want to penetrate her, Murphy couldn't help but wonder in her heart, was it her own illusion, or...

No, that's not right. It's not a psychological effect. I can indeed feel a heavy pressure in those gazes.

Facing Murphy's questioning gaze, Altis shrugged in surprise and opened his lips again.

Before hearing her words, Murphy felt a numbness in his fingers.

"So, in the war against the Great Saint Church, you will join us as a Knight of Gasalia? I hope so."

Ah, so that's how it is. Fortunately it's not a complicated topic like tactics and strategy.

But if that's the case, then the answer is already decided.

Thinking of this, Murphy opened his lips, which seemed a little heavy under pressure, adjusted his voice, and spoke.

"No, my role has already been decided. I should be a mercenary of the Heraldry Cult right? I plan to continue using that position and conduct independent operations."

While Murphy was speaking, the participants from both the Heraldry Church and Gasalia couldn't help but turn their eyes to Eltis.

Murphy himself did the same. After expressing his thoughts, he glanced over there inadvertently.

An expression of disbelief, an utter disbelief, appeared on Eltis's face, and her lips twitched quietly, as if to say, "What the hell are you talking about?"

——Merphy, you should be my knight, right?

At that moment, Eltis's ever-shining green eyes seemed to flash with a dark light.

Chapter 9 Historical Records (3000)

Lei Xiao, the elf recorder of the Sky Garden Gasalia, was desperately recording the conversation happening before his eyes.

Although cold sweat had been oozing out of his forehead since just now, Shi Laixiao didn't even have time to wipe it off.

The humans of the Cult of Heraldry and high-ranking officials of Gasalia spoke one after another, with hardly a break to breathe.

By the time the meeting was nearing its end, Lexiao had even lost feeling in his fingertips.

However, although the work of recording meetings is boring, it is an indispensable and important position in meetings between forces.

In any case, all words may become trading materials in the future.

It would be too boring to argue and debate afterwards. In order to avoid this, it is necessary to have all conversations recorded on parchment.

The so-called recording parchment, as its name suggests, is used to record the written content in history without omission.

Even if it is attacked by fire and huge waves, the contents recorded on the leather will not disappear, but will be passed down to future generations, conveying the words of their ancestors to them.

Because of this, once a meeting is held, all the contents must be recorded, not even a single sentence can be missed.

For shorthand recorders like Leshao, whenever a large meeting is held, a huge amount of heat will inevitably be generated in their fingertips and brains, which is normal.

In Leshaw's opinion, although the role of recorder would bring burden to himself, he did not think it was a bad job.

After all, this job has no special dangers, allows you to use your expertise, and the pay is good, so it can be said to be a valuable job.

Moreover, this time he was appointed as the recorder of the meeting attended by Fen Eltis. This was undoubtedly an honor and would also have a positive impact on his career.

If he could leave a good impression on the high-ranking officials here, or even Finn Eltis, then his promotion to a high-ranking record officer would become easy.

In this way, in the inconspicuous position of recorder, marrying a lover who is not recognized in any way may be allowed.

A high-ranking record officer, who even holds the status of a high-ranking civil servant, enjoys a very high reputation in the village where Lexiao's hometown is located, and is a profession envied by those around him.

Just by imagining that beautiful future, Lei Xiao felt that his current asceticism was no longer asceticism.

With his numb fingertips barely moving, Lei Xiao quickly wrote down the words on the parchment in front of him.

Then, after all the issues raised were discussed, just as he was thinking that his duties were finally over, those words suddenly came out of Fen Eltis's mouth.

"In the war against the Great Saint Church, you will join us as a Knight of Gasalia, right? I hope so."

The voice was directed at the knight Murphy, who was sitting at the last seat in the venue.

Lei Xiao didn't know much about him, only heard rumors about him.

However, it is said that although he is a human, he was the hero who rescued Fen Eldis from the Tower Prison and eventually persuaded Gasalia to form an alliance with the Heraldry Cult.

Furthermore, Fen Eltis seemed quite fond of him as a human.

Of course, Leshaw would not intervene in Finn's bedside anecdotes. After all, no matter what, Knight Murphy was indeed a great man who deserved to be treated like this.

So now Lai Xiao couldn't quite understand why such a hero would sit at the last seat in the venue. Was it because of modesty?

Having said that, I don’t remember recording his speech at this meeting.

Lesho quickly wrote down the knight Murphy's name, and then wrote words of affirmation in response to Finn Eltis's question.

After all, Fen Aldis, Queen of the Elves, said in the human world - I hope so.

Although this is a euphemism, it is almost the same as an order. No matter what words the other party uses to express it, the final response must be affirmative.

This way of writing does not mean that Lechao was careless. On the contrary, among the recording officials, it can be regarded as common sense to some extent.

If the answer is already determined but not recorded as soon as possible, it will be impossible to record all the speeches in a meeting where many voices are mixed together.

That's why Lexiao made the judgment that was taken for granted.

——No, the role has been decided, and I want to act independently.

However, this human knight named Murphy did not seem to make a judgment that was taken for granted.

Lai Xiao was stunned, watching the ink slowly dripping onto the recording parchment.

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"...I don't quite understand what you said just now. Could you please say it again?"

Although it was a little trembling, the voice still stung Murphy's skin sharply. It was the voice of Saint Matthias.

This is not good. I misunderstood. I thought that if we were in a public place like this, my words would be ignored... Murphy couldn't help but think so when she felt Mattia's gaze fixed on her with her arms crossed in front of her abdomen.

After the joint meeting to discuss certain topics, the first break finally arrived.

The conference hall was packed with high-ranking officials from the Church of Heraldry and Gasalia, who were now dealing with matters after the meeting.

So now the only ones present were Murphy and a few others.

Despite this, Murphy inexplicably felt that the gazes cast upon her brought pain, as if her skin was burned.

"I'm not going to do anything bad... It's just that someone like me wouldn't be useful no matter which unit I join, so it's better to let me do whatever I want, right?"

"Ah, there's no deeper meaning to this sentence than what it says on the tin."

As he spoke, Murphy once again organized his words and uttered them word by word.

"The Heraldry's army has its own military discipline, and the Gasalia's army has its own military discipline. If I, who don't understand military discipline, were to enter, it would only cause unnecessary chaos."