After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

Neymar knew that they lacked rationality and were closer to wild animals in every way.

The Gloria family, where Neymar was born and raised, is not a famous family that holds official positions in the capital, but it has a reputation in the local area.

Although he is sometimes ridiculed by others as a country aristocrat, it is precisely because of this that Neymar understands the existence of ordinary people very well.

He has no manners, no morals, lies as soon as he opens his mouth, and loves to play the role of the weak.

As long as they gain an inch, their ambitions will increase by a foot; as long as they look down on others a little, they will immediately become complacent.

They are just like that, sometimes even like wild beasts, trying to burn down the nobles' mansions.

How could we trust such people who were armed and called themselves volunteers?

One day they will turn their weapons on the surrounding villages and become wild dogs that only disturb public order.

So, let them be? What on earth is this person talking about?

Neymar's tied hair fluttered in the wind. He glanced at Gerrard's back several times and felt his lips itchy.

"What's wrong, Adjutant? You're more concerned about the idiot behind you than the guy wielding a sword in front of you. This isn't suitable for a battlefield, is it?"

There was a hint of joy in old Jed's hoarse voice, and his words were mixed with a hint of teasing towards Neymar.

Hearing this, Neymar's eyebrows twitched even more violently and his lips opened.

It seems that she is not the type who would be humble in front of her superiors and elders.

Neymar's tone of voice was not weak, it even added a bit of intensity.

"On the contrary, how can you face the battlefield when your back is unstable? Captain, aren't you being too careless?"

All in all, Neymar didn't like the old general from the beginning.

Although she heard that the other party had the support of some high-level officials, but under such a man of unknown origin... Even Neymar, a lower-level noble, did not like being placed here. It was really hard for her to accept.

Judging from the old general Gerrard's behavior, Neymar did not think he was a man of noble birth, and his way of speaking was also very rude.

Because of this, Neymar couldn't help but wonder why such a man was chosen as the captain? After all, did this man know how to write the words tactics and strategy?

"Hey, hey, you look really unhappy, Adjutant. It's as if you saw the murderer of your father."

At some point, Old Jed turned around, stroked his white beard, and the way he smiled with his teeth showing really showed that he had no moral integrity at all.

Neymar's gaze became more and more intense, and he turned his face to Old Jed.

Of course, Neymar also understands that her current attitude is not suitable for her boss, and she also knows that she lacks courtesy.

But no matter what, Neymar couldn't express his respect for the old general in front of him.

however,

"—There's nothing to be afraid of."

Before she could say anything, such a voice suddenly rang out in the air.

Neymar couldn't help but let out a surprised hum from his lips. By the time she noticed, Old Jed had already walked forward, making it impossible to see his expression.

But Neymar could feel that the voice was low and cold.

"It's really ugly. Look at it, what about justice? What about God? Those people are just slaves of justice, and they are hopeless. How can anyone be afraid of such slaves?"

Hearing what old Jed said, Neymar's shoulders twitched violently and he turned his head subconsciously.

I guess the soldiers didn't hear these words at all. They just looked at this side with some surprise.

Now, the words that Old Jed muttered were quite dangerous words.

To put it bluntly, that statement sounds like an insult to the only God.

It's okay for secular aristocrats like Neymar, but if it's soldiers, if it's a group of people who go to the battlefield based on the beliefs in their hearts.

If those people heard what I just said, there would definitely be no good result, no doubt about it.

"...Captain, you'd better be more careful about your words and actions."

Hearing Neymar's voice, which sounded like advice but involuntarily contained a hint of anxiety, Old Jed shook his head and laughed.

"I don't remember saying anything strange. Well, you're my adjutant, so be careful not to become a slave."

After saying this, Old Jed never looked back or spoke again.

Neymar didn't like this sentence at all and wanted to say something in response, but she always felt that it would play into the hands of the old general.

So, although he was very angry, he could only grit his teeth and rock the horse.

Under the leadership of such a person, can the evil embodiment led by the witch, the Heraldry Cult, be eradicated?

Neymar couldn't help but feel endless uneasiness in his heart about this.

Chapter 12 Before the Ceremony

The joint meeting between the Church of Heraldry and Gasalia was largely uneventful. Although there were some sparks flying, it ended smoothly.

Neither the Church of Heraldry nor Gasalia would have any objection to the need to work together to face the Cathedral. They would not surrender easily, nor would they allow the Cathedral to take advantage of them.

Then the next step is to decide on a course of action.

Of course, both sides may still have doubts about some of the content of the meeting, but Lalge An understands that at least there are no problems within the framework of the overall action.

So, there is only one remaining worry left.

"Saint Madia—Sir Hero, what are you going to do with Mr. Murphy's treatment?"

Placing a bundle of parchment on the desk in the office, An licked his lips.

This issue did not reach a clear conclusion at the end of the meeting, but only a few agreements and contracts were exchanged with Murphy.

Of course, both Madia and Eldis probably had some thoughts in mind and deliberately avoided raising that issue.

Hearing Ann's question, Mattia, who was slumped in her office chair, slowly opened her eyes.

"Of course, we make him a hero. There's no room for discussion."

Madia asserted in a sharp tone, and Ann's cheeks flushed slightly when she heard this, with an excited emotion that came from nowhere.

Up to now, An has always addressed Murphy as "Hero-sama" and "Brave Prince", but in fact, Murphy has not really achieved that status.

Neither the Church of Heraldry nor Gasalia has officially awarded Murphy the title of Hero or Great Knight.

After all, whenever something like that was said, Murphy would look confused and then evade it with an uncertain attitude.

Although Murphy has the desire to rise, once he is really given glory, he will show fox-like vigilance and gradually move away.

But compared to when they first met, he is now a little less serious, An thought as he stroked the corner of his mouth with his fingers.

"Meffy saved me during the recapture of Crossmaria, and also during the time in Gasalia. Furthermore, he was instrumental in the capture of the mercenary city of Belphein. Doesn't he quite deserve the title of hero?"

——In this way, even the opposition can be suppressed.

Although she didn't say it out loud, An Xin thought that these words must have also appeared in Saint Madia's mind.

Within the Church of Heraldry, there are voices that praise Murphy highly, but on the other hand, there are also voices that hate and insult him.

Because Murphy's actions were too abrupt, and for ordinary people, it was an incomprehensible choice and action.

Whenever one sees Murphy carrying out those extremely outrageous actions, one always wonders: Is he troubled by something? Why is he reaching out and groping like this, making such strange decisions?

Even Ann has been embarrassed countless times by Murphy's unrestrained behavior.

It is no surprise, then, that some people do not want him to exist and think he is a dangerous factor.

But Mattia said: No matter what, even if it puts pressure on these people, Murphy must be made a hero.

"In today's meeting, I fully understood his thinking. If not handled properly, he would flutter away like a butterfly to who knows where—and I have no intention of letting go. For this reason, I snatched the agreement from him today."

Wasn't that a joint meeting between the Church of Heraldry and Gasalia? Ann glanced at the parchment notes piled before her, her face twisting involuntarily. To regain her composure, she pressed her fingers against her cheeks.

Those few hours were the most intense, enthusiastic, and desirable meeting that An had ever experienced. All participants were extremely serious.

Saint Madia, Finn Eldis, Feliya Reinhard, and Frodo Volgograd, a group of people who had nothing to do with the word "ordinary", all the words uttered by them were recorded on these parchments.

In a way, it was a truly spectacular sight.

——However, his ultimate goal is simply to obtain the only hero, and from this point of view, it always seems like he is possessed.

What drives them is not calculation and utilitarianism, but irresistible emotions. They are truly hopeless.

As for Saint Madia, that face I had never seen before echoed with a voice I had never heard before, and sometimes even a green flame would light up in her eyes...

Large An couldn't help but think, if it were his old self, he would definitely look down on such a saint, right?

After all, the saint he trusted and worshipped was Mattia, who had calculation and rationality engraved in her mind. She would definitely not be that ugly person who made sounds and had drastically changing expressions at will.

That's right, so I should look down on Saint Matthias.

Ann knew that was probably true...but why? She couldn't understand that feeling no matter what.

Of course, there was probably a reason why she couldn't easily give up the saint she had always respected and had spent so many years with.

This kind of human nature and emotion emanated from An's heart, and it seemed that there was indeed such a reason.

But, the essence is different, it is a completely different matter.

Ann's cheeks trembled and twisted again, and she noticed this and quickly pressed them with her fingers.

In that meeting, they directed their piercing gazes and searing words at the awkward, speechless hero.

An still remembered that every time they opened their mouths, the atmosphere would crack and the space would whimper.

Just like that, looking at Murphy's helpless expression, An's heart suddenly became agitated.

Normally, if she encountered such a situation, she would just give an embarrassed smile, that's how it should be.

But at that time, An thought so.

——It’s so fun to push the hero into a desperate situation.

Yes, that’s what I thought.

Therefore, Ann neither looked down upon nor despised Mattia, but a feeling even more passionate and sticky than that filled her chest.

Her cheeks began to tremble again. Ann placed her fingers on her face and adjusted her expression.

"I'm afraid Gasalia has the same idea. An, please prepare for the ceremony the day after tomorrow—we will confer upon him the title of hero, and a coat of arms befitting him."

—Let me think about the content of the emblem.

Saying this, Saint Madia walked towards the desk.

Give coat of arms.

"So that's how it is. Truly a saintly thought," An muttered to herself.

Saint Madia adopted a policy of not having any concerns about those who opposed Murphy ascending to the throne of hero.

The so-called ceremony is included in the scheduled matters after the joint meeting. It is an oath-taking meeting between the Heraldry Church and Gasalia, used to pray for eternal friendship between the two sides and victory in the war.

And it wasn't a private meeting like the one being held today.

There is no doubt that the content of the ceremony will be engraved in the history of Heraldry and Gasalia.

In which, Madea will be there to make Murphy into a hero, and that's it.

Just imagining the feelings of the opposition and Fen Eltis is chilling.

But, well, that doesn't matter.

In fact, in An's heart, the best option of handing Murphy over to Gasalia has begun to lose its color.

Was it because he understood Saint Matthias intentions, or was it because he followed his more foolish feelings?

An himself is not sure about the answer to this question.

Chapter 13: The Shifting Balance (3000)

"As for me, I think letting others watch my back while sticking to my own path is also the right choice."

Frodo muttered as she spread out the gambling money in her hand.

What? Are your cards that bad? If that's the case, fold now. That way, you won't have to engage in pointless haggling later.

After all, no matter what, the cards on my side are not very good.

Just as Murphy was silently watching Frodo's actions, another person's voice suddenly sounded beside her.

"Brother, what is the big sister talking about?"

Faced with this question, Murphy shook her head at Hawke beside her as if to say that she didn't know.