After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

"If even a single step in the military organization becomes disrupted, it could cause the entire organization to destabilize. If it's a war against the Cathedral, it's no surprise that this kind of instability could be a factor in defeat. Therefore, we must eliminate such factors as much as possible."

Although he only said so many words, Murphy felt inexplicably thirsty and felt like his neck was being licked by cold sweat.

"——I see. So, as an organization, there's no problem with belonging to Gasalia. You just want to operate as an independent unit. Is that what you're asking for?"

The Queen of Gasalia, Fen Eldis, said this in a voice that still teased the ears.

A gentle smile appeared on his face, and he took a step closer to Murphy.

"Alright, I forgive the knight's willfulness. Then, you can become my direct guard knight. From this position, you can also be very active-"

The voice was a little sticky, and before it could finish speaking, the black hair bit its tail from behind.

"—While I feel it's disrespectful to the Elf Queen, I'd like you to wait a moment. It's been strange for a while now, with all that talk about someone being someone else's knight. If I don't start by explaining that, we won't be able to have a proper conversation, right?"

Frodo's voice cut off Eltis's words.

The voice itself was directed towards Eltis, but only those black pupils continued to penetrate Murphy.

So, when he discovered those eyes, he was almost fuming with anger.

No, really not, this.

Murphy knew that anxiety was raising its claws deep inside her and churning in her body.

That wasn't to say Murphy had done anything wrong, although he hadn't, but he knew he must have made a mistake somewhere.

Although the constant looks and words from those around him were annoying, he had no choice but to think so.

"Simply. I knighted him, and he accepted. A pleasure to serve, princess, or so he said."

Eltis' words echoed in the room, and the air seemed to emit a harsh roar.

Murphy felt her throat was so dry that it hurt, and her fingers were numb.

From the beginning, he had been looking at the silent Filia, not asking for help, but just hoping to get some help.

Silver hair bounced in Murphy's sight, Filia tilted her head slightly, and her lips trembled slightly.

"...Murphy, you seem to enjoy making promises with all kinds of women, don't you?"

——Then, with whom will you keep your promise?

Filia's face fell, and she smiled as she said this.

Feeling Filia's gaze staring at her with an indescribable expression, Murphy felt her face twitching and shaking.

After all, although Filia's expression was undoubtedly a gentle smile, her silver eyes were as stiff as stone.

"This is a great opportunity, both for the Church of Heraldry and for Gasalia. His presence is immense, and precisely because of this, his contract and position should be made clear."

Mattia looked at Murphy sharply again and said.

Her expression, eyes, tone, everything was trembling, as if she was forcibly suppressing her emotions.

Eltis seemed to nod at Madia's words and opened his mouth.

"Lexiao, come in."

With a "bang", a sound like a head hitting someone came from the corridor behind the closed door.

Then, an elf man walked in cautiously, his eyes clearly filled with fear of the scene.

Of course, so is Murphy.

"You are allowed to use new parchment. All of it must be written with ink refined by magic. What is said now must be recorded word for word."

Just like that, the noise rang out again in the meeting hall.

This meeting was just as exciting as the previous joint meeting.

Chapter 10: Nihilistic Fanaticism

On the avenue of the capital of the Kingdom of Leiden, the soldiers marched forward bravely, and the numerous soldiers hit the street like huge waves.

Everyone held their heads high, took a step forward, and stepped on the ground with high spirits.

The cheers of the citizens enveloped the soldiers, and the enthusiasm of the people ignited the soldiers' chests.

Fanaticism engulfed the Kingdom of Leiden.

Commoners, merchants, nobles, and even clergymen, everyone's heartbeat quickened and their blood burned like flames.

Raise your clenched fists and cheer for the soldiers marching towards the holy war.

It was as if at this moment, the huge class wall that ruthlessly separated them on a daily basis had disappeared, and everyone's face was filled with enthusiasm.

Then everyone roared in unison.

——Let's reclaim Crossmaria, take back that land, and return to that place once again.

The Free City, or the Trade City of Crossmaria, as the trading center between the East and the West, is like a chicken that continuously lays golden eggs, bestowing unimaginable wealth and glory upon its owners. It is a capital favored by the gods.

The civilians said that it was taken away by those guys from somewhere, and that the pagans trampled on our land and roared with disgust.

Then everyone will say: Ah, that's why our life is so hard.

That is why we have to whip our bodies into shape, tighten our spirits and strive to survive.

It was the pagans who took away our glory. Our lack of success, our misfortune, and our circumstances were all caused by the pagans.

We accepted them with tolerance - pagans, we guaranteed them a future and salvation, but they stabbed us with knives. Those bastards have long been ungrateful and beasts in human clothing.

The people roared, demanding that Crossmaria be returned to our hands, that the golden land be recaptured, and that the treacherous beast pay with blood.

"Cathedral, His Holiness the Pope offers a message—"

When the soldiers halted in the large square in the center of the royal capital and the noise finally began to die down, the shouts of the cathedral priests echoed through the streets.

The figure standing on the platform placed in the square was a muscular man who was twice as big as the priest thought.

The voice was very low and not very suitable for preaching to people.

But because of this, the incessant enthusiasm of the people in the square was finally stopped.

"--Cross Maria is to us the fruit of the golden tree, given to us by the One and Only God, but now it is occupied by the unrighteous."

With so many difficult-to-pronounce words listed at once, I'm afraid most people gathered here will not be able to understand the detailed meaning.

However, everyone understood that those words were indeed supporting the feelings in their hearts.

The voices of the people rang out again, the sounds coming from their throats and the beating of their hearts.

"How disgusting, how sad, the things that the Lord God gave us have all ended up in the stomachs of beasts!"

The surrounding atmosphere seemed to be infected by the sound and became boiling.

The priest seemed to be influenced by the public's reaction and fell into deeper frenzy.

"—Everyone, raise your hands! Give the right things to the right masters! This is a great cause! This is a battle to serve the Lord!"

"Those who participate in this great cause will be saved! They will gain eternal happiness after death!"

Just like that, at the moment the priest's voice sounded.

The city is thundering.

The frenzied vortex tore the air apart, and everyone raised their hands, opening their palms towards the sky as if seeking something.

It was truly a huge whirlpool, with people's emotions turning into shouts that engulfed the entire capital.

The common people who were immersed in this frenzy were not just the citizens who could have lived in the capital.

Whether they were people from the villages surrounding the city or from further afield who came here to buy and sell valuable iron farm tools, or they were untouchables who sneaked in at night to sell their bodies.

At this moment, they are all caught in this vortex.

That's out of religious enthusiasm.

Indeed, the Heraldry Cult has indeed bared its fangs at the Cathedral, and now it must be aiming at the throat of this side.

If you think about it that way, they are indeed a big enemy.

But no, that kind of thing doesn't matter.

So, is losing the profits of the Free City of Crossmaria really unforgivable?

That was impossible. When Crossmaria was in the hands of the Cathedral, only the upper class could taste the wealth and obtain gold.

How could ordinary people possibly benefit from this? They were lucky to have a few more grains of wheat.

So, in fact, there is no point at all. Even if you are angry about the fall of Cross and your hostility towards the Herald Cultists burns like a flame, it is meaningless.

What matters to them is that emotions like anger and hatred, which they normally must avoid silently, are only considered justified at this moment.

The act of taking from others and trampling on others will be forgiven in the name of God.

Ah, until now, I have been trampled on, spitted on, deprived, and my dignity is stained with mud.

Despite this, I still had to endure it. My teeth were almost broken and blood was oozing from my nails, but if I didn't do that, I wouldn't be able to survive.

There were days when I would do nothing but fold my hands and pray for salvation that I didn't know when it would come.

But that's over.

Now here is true salvation, fighting for God, plundering for God, dying for God.

Besides this, is there anything more important than this?

It's enough. I don't have to endure it anymore. There's no need to endure this kind of oppression that even makes me want to strangle my throat. I don't have to worry about bread to fill my stomach tomorrow, and I don't have to spend the cold season in tattered clothes.

Because salvation is here.

Now, no one intends to escape from the vortex, and all the people are intoxicated with their own justice in this extraordinary frenzy.

They have reached their limit, with an irreversible identity gap and just a life of poverty that continues day after day.

If they can't find a job for a day, they will kill their children. They will take each other's lives for a handful of bread. They can no longer tolerate this stupid life.

At this moment, the outburst of emotion is here.

What a pleasant intoxication, waving your hands and mistakenly thinking that you are in justice.

Now, there is no need to deny it anymore, because this is the salvation you have been waiting for.

This nihilistic religious fanaticism filled the capital of the Kingdom of Leiden.

The poorer the people, the more they pick up swords so as not to worry about tomorrow, and everyone says this.

——Everything is subject to God’s will.

The first wave of the Cathedral marched from the Kingdom of Leiden with enthusiasm.

Chapter 11 Certain Slaves

As the sounds of military boots stepping on the saddle rose and fell, the sound echoed in the space.

"Captain Gerard, they won't leave."

Hearing the voice of his adjutant Neymar shouting, Old Jed narrowed his eyes as if feeling depressed and looked back.

But soon, he turned his head back and stopped looking back.

Neymar looked worried about the captain's behavior, so she turned around quietly.

His gaze was not directed at the soldiers following closely behind him, but at the very rear, far behind them.

There was a large group of people there, and they were obviously not knights and soldiers sent by the Cathedral or the Kingdom of Leiden.

Men, women, old people, young people, all kinds of people were staggering on the streets.

"...Let the volunteers and their ilk be."

Old Jed said this as he gently steered the horse.

When Neymar heard this, he couldn't help but feel a corner of his head stiffen and a heavy feeling arise.

Let them be...it shouldn't be like this.

The corners of Neymar Gloria's mouth twitched unconsciously, and her sharp eyes became narrower and narrower, piercing the captain's figure from behind.

Speaking of volunteers, it might sound good.

Indeed, it is certain that for them, a sense of mission and religious enthusiasm are emerging in their minds at this moment, and they may even think of themselves as messengers of justice.

However, as time goes by, once they feel hungry or their willpower weakens, they will quickly turn into armed thugs.

That was natural. The farmers and poor people who volunteered to become volunteers were far from the concept of discipline.