After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

What a pity...ah?

Murphy's thoughts raced through his mind, but he couldn't seem to comprehend anything.

His brain searched for the meaning of that sentence from beginning to end, but the result was the same.

The words that came out of Filia's mouth were words he had never thought of.

Murphy opened and closed his mouth several times in search of words.

"...Well, it always takes a bit of courage to dip your tongue in wine for the first time, that's all. It's natural to feel a trembling inside when you're about to touch something you've never had before, that's all."

Just like that, Murphy forced out ambiguous words and spoke to Filia beside him.

Filia gently shook her silver hair and listened to what Murphy said.

One of the things that I once longed for from the bottom of my heart but could never get is now right in front of me.

Moreover, because it is within reach, I feel uneasy.

Is this going too smoothly? Is this really happening in reality? Wasn't this achieved through legitimate means?

Like this, all kinds of stupid thoughts keep popping up in my mind.

Really, it's a stupid character that I'm too lazy to laugh at.

Murphy, who was deeply aware of his character flaws, couldn't help but sigh softly.

As if to match this action, Filia also sighed loudly, then shrugged lightly, framing Murphy's whole body with her silver eyes.

"As expected, you are still the same guy. Nothing has changed since then. You are still an idiot."

Filia, who said this, must be referring to the time when Murphy forcibly took her away from the Reinhardt mansion.

Looking at her humming softly, Murphy couldn't help but think in his heart.

You who are saying these things are the one who hasn't changed at all... You are still the same willful and strong woman as before, who doesn't know what submission is and won't be scared off by anything.

Of course, he was just thinking about it in his mind, and he didn't dare say these words to Filia.

"Really? It's really hard to have a stupid master. At least, it wouldn't be a problem if you could just say a few words of praise or comfort to me."

Filia raised her cheeks, looked at Murphy beside her with a happy face, and shrugged.

At this, Murphy's expression froze, and even his eyebrows were out of shape.

No, wait. What? What was that, Master?

Murphy knew that the words coming out of her mouth became particularly stiff.

I should have pretended not to hear what Filia said just now, but a twisted intuition came to my mind that I had to listen to it.

"Hasn't it already been decided? Have you forgotten the duel in Belphein? You took my life away. This body, this spirit, everything. This person no longer exists anywhere in the world, except in your hands."

Yes, as she spoke, Filia smiled with a relaxed face.

It was a dignified smile, as if a beautiful line was drawn on the face, revealing a devilish beauty, that kind of smile.

Murphy didn't react to the words and just stood there in a daze.

Filia pulled his face as if she wanted to merge with him and said.

- Don't worry, Murphy. If you stop, I will be by your side, holding your hand. If you don't know the way, I will pave the way to glory for you. I will prepare everything you need, yes, everything - don't you think I am very loyal?

The voice, which could not hide its cheerful tone, drifted away into the darkness on the wind.

On the eve of the ceremony, the darkness of the night grew thicker.

Chapter 15 The Birth of a Hero

It was a grand banquet held in the capital city of Crossmaria.

People who work day after day and earn only a few yen will only smile with a glass of wine in hand at this time, both men and women.

Just celebrating, just singing, that's today's party.

Rituals, ceremonies, alliance agreements, there must be various names for them.

But regardless, a banquet was held today to celebrate the alliance between the Church of Heraldry and Gasalia, and to pray for eternal reconciliation.

There is some anxiety about the future.

After all, no matter what, the cathedrals and other countries with overwhelming power are baring their fangs towards this side.

Who knows, the people who are celebrating together today may lose their lives tomorrow.

Because the war is around us.

That's why we should laugh today and not worry about the cold winds that may blow tomorrow. We should celebrate now.

Survival is not about whimpering about the past, nor about fearing the future, but about living through the present moment.

As if sympathizing with everyone else's feelings, the entire Crossmaria was filled with a cheerful atmosphere.

The ceremony took place in the square, the vibrant heart of the city.

The square was equipped with various buildings required for the ceremony, as well as a huge platform.

The platform is built on piled white stones, and the objects above it can be clearly seen from the surrounding area.

The neatly arranged white stones are illuminated by the sunlight, bringing a solemn atmosphere to the viewer.

Those sitting on the podium were undoubtedly representatives of the Church of Heraldry and Gasalia.

Namely, Saint Madia and Queen Fen Eltis of Gasalia.

To show their friendly relationship, they smiled and talked to each other.

Whether this was a rehearsed conversation or something that happened naturally is unclear.

However, every citizen who sees this scene will think:

There was no doubt that the Church of Heraldry and Gasalia, humans and elves, were now working hand in hand, their bond as strong as an iron chain.

Everyone felt that this was undoubtedly a sign of friendship.

Of course, this is not the case.

The racial barriers between humans and elves are deeper than imagined, and their customs, culture, and language are incompatible.

This might actually be a wrong path.

But, at least today, the citizens of Crossmaria and the elves of Gasalia were confirming their friendship with each other and talking to make it a reality.

Whether that is illusory or eternal is not yet clear.

"Today, at this moment, our bond will be etched in history."

Saint Matthias clear voice drowned out the sky.

The citizens surrounding the stage responded to the voice with a roar like waves.

It was no longer clear whether it was cheering or just noise.

In short, such a noisy sound was floating around the stage.

"Elves and humans, there are no racial barriers here. We swear to face with pride all those who seek to harm us."

The voice of Queen Fen Eltis of Gasalia swayed in the wind, a voice even stronger than Madia's, covering the entire Crossmaria.

Everyone cheered, their bodies filled with joy, and their ears pricked up, not wanting to miss even the slightest sound.

Words were uttered one after another, Crossmaria vibrated, and the sound resounded in all directions again and again.

After this situation repeated several times, Saint Madia's attendant and the host of the ceremony, Larga An, seemed to notice something and spoke.

"Now, then, let's begin the heraldic ceremony—Meffy, forward."

As he said that, he appeared on the stairs that had been prepared for the ceremonial platform.

The name is Murphy.

Among the citizens, there were those who knew him and shouted, while others were surprised as to who it was.

Just like that, he walked on a path that was cleared by the citizens.

The clothes were not the usual rough-looking ones, but military uniforms with a dark green base. The sword stuck on the waist reflected the sunlight and made a dull sound.

The way he walked was not very dignified, but rather very natural, and looked a little wobbly.

However, not only the citizens, but even the people sitting on the podium did not blame him.

Everyone was quietly waiting for him to finish the journey and step onto the stage.

The citizens who were noisy at first gradually began to look at him, and finally silence dominated the surroundings, with only the sound of Murphy's footsteps and the sound of the sword swinging echoing in the space.

After Murphy stepped onto the stage, she stood before Saint Madia and Queen Fen Eltis.

On the white-based ceremony stage, the dark green attire looks particularly gorgeous.

As the host, Ann spoke out the pre-determined content, allowing the people around him to deeply appreciate Murphy's achievements - how decisive his actions were and how difficult the results were to achieve, as if he had accomplished everything alone.

For Murphy, he probably felt a sense of regret in his heart, what a mess.

However, rituals are often exaggerated.

The so-called heraldic ceremony is a ceremony that turns people into heroes.

This ritual, using the name of the God of Heraldry, allows a person who was originally human to be reborn.

Ann's words ended there. Saint Madia took a step forward.

"—Mortal Murphy. Do you have the will to be reborn into this world as a hero?"

Murphy answered with her head raised slightly in a bowing manner, her hair fluttering in the wind.

"—Yes, I believe so."

Upon hearing this answer, Saint Madia's face relaxed slightly, but it was definitely a change in expression that was impossible for those around her to read.

This is different from the original answer, Mattia said to Murphy with a smile.

But that didn't matter, Murphy did accept it anyway.

Joining the Church of Heraldry, serving the Church of Heraldry, and becoming a hero of the Church of Heraldry are indeed words of agreement.

Just this alone made Mattia's heart melt, although that was something she absolutely couldn't show on her face.

"Then, in the name of our great god, Field, Murphy, from now on, you will become a hero, and the Lord God will welcome you!"

Madia's words penetrated the air and made the audience excited.

The cheers that erupted like magma were leaping like a living creature.

Now, before their eyes, a hero was born.

hero.

The person who can save everything, the person favored by fate, and the person who can rewrite history is now before us.

Everyone's mood was high, and they felt like they had become witnesses of history.

Amid the cheers, Murphy was the only one with his eyes narrowed. Even God couldn't tell what emotions were lingering deep within his heart.

Therefore, only one thing is clear.

Now, his, Murphy's story, has finally begun.

When the surrounding noise finally died down a bit, Madia spoke again, as if she had anticipated it.

"——Murphy. No, hero Murphy. Best wishes for your new life."

Mattia's voice, inexplicably smooth and full of emotion, stroked Murphy's shoulders.

"Then, you, born as a hero, will be given another name—the Crest."

The saint's thin lips swayed in the breeze.

Chapter 16: The Hero's Vision

Whenever the citizens gathered around the stage let out sounds from their throats, the sounds would cause the air to vibrate violently, causing an inexplicable tingling sensation on people's skin.

It was at this moment that Murphy finally understood for the first time that when people's voices come together, they can become something with such weight.

"Then, you, born as a hero, will be given another name—the Crest."

Mattia looked at Murphy standing on the podium, her thin lips parted slightly, and her words drifted in the wind.

In an instant, the voices of the citizens once again became important, shaking the whole world.