After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

Not long ago, when Saint Madia and the generals of the Church of Heraldry were having a heated discussion around the military council table, they suddenly received a letter from the Cathedral.

The liaison soldier ran into the big tent panting, holding the hard parchment in his hand.

Because he looked so panicked, Murphy thought there was an enemy attack or something similar had happened.

It was not until Mattia asked the liaison soldier what had happened that she realized that nothing serious had happened. It was just that the general of the Grand Templar Army had sent a letter through a military envoy, but he didn't know why it was sent to the hero Murphy.

In fact, Murphy could understand the liaison soldier's somewhat shaken mood.

After all, the arrival of the enemy's military envoy to deliver a letter or something proves that the enemy is already nearby.

The feeling that the enemy who intends to kill you is right in front of you, no matter how you realize it, will bring a strange pain to your heart.

Rather, it would be strange if the new recruits, who were not yet accustomed to the battlefield, did not feel shaken.

"Is it someone you know from the battlefield, Murphy?"

Eldis, who was sitting next to Murphy, looked at his face, interest showing in his big blue eyes.

"What acquaintance? He's my master. When I was a kid, he took good care of me."

Murphy narrowed his eyes and muttered to himself, "As a result, he is now leading the army of the Cathedral. It can only be said that it is cause and effect."

Yes, I am really grateful for your care.

It was this old man who taught Murphy, who had just left the orphanage, how to survive in the back streets, how to get food, and how to wield a sword.

In the darkness of the Kingdom of Leyton, Murphy was able to make a living as an adventurer because he was influenced by Old Jed.

Having said that, what he learned cannot be said to be complete.

In any case, the old man is a selfish, greedy rogue, a villain who likes to exploit and exploit others. He is as cunning as a fox and his methods are extremely cruel.

It is impossible to get complete teachings from such a person.

So what Murphy learned from the old man were all some etiquette from the dark alleys, not something that could be put on the table. I'm afraid some people would even spit at him on the spot after hearing it.

Even so, until now, Murphy does not think there is anything wrong in taking Old Jed as his master.

In his opinion, Old Jed was the very person who symbolized his former self, not to mention that he had helped him with many things.

The corners of Murphy's eyes gradually became heavy, and he was immersed in the memories of the past. When he opened his eyes again, he suddenly found that the air in the big tent had become a little heavy, as if the air had solidified.

"...Master Murphy, what did your master say?"

Ann said this in a voice as heavy as the air.

His face seemed to be affected by the stiff sound, and he always felt as if he was cramping.

Huh? What? What happened? Nothing should have happened, right? Murphy shrugged, raised an eyebrow, and spoke at the incredible situation around him.

"He wants to talk to me, one-on-one. No, he wants to deepen our old friendship, right? It seems the old man has become emotionally fragile with age."

Of course, that was impossible. Old Jed would never send an envoy to the enemy just for the stupid reason of wanting to deepen old friendships.

Oh, how I miss him. If this cunning old man is planning to take action, then he must have some bad plans in mind for us.

Because Gerard Kaliba is such a person who cannot escape this nature, words like order and justice are surprisingly inappropriate to him.

Moreover, he knew the character of such an old man very well, which was the most disgusting thing.

Ann and Mattia looked at the parchment rolled up by Murphy and began to discuss something. They were probably thinking about how to best deal with it.

However, Murphy had already made up her mind.

He stood up from his seat and spoke to the liaison soldier who was still kneeling at the tent door waiting for orders.

"—Soldier, please tell the military envoy of the Cathedral—Murphy has agreed. Now it's time to go see Mr. Gerard's face after such a long time."

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The image of Murphy talking to the messenger was reflected in his blue eyes. Eltis felt a little surprised, as if he had seen something that made him smile, and was immersed in an indescribable feeling.

He is still the same as before, still completely unaware of how his actions will attract other people's attention.

To Altis, Murphy's bad habits had never changed since he was in the tower.

This vice has parts that bring a smile to your face, but also parts that bring a smile to your face.

——Hero Murphy will have a one-on-one meeting with enemy general Gerard.

That will undoubtedly become a seed planted in the soldiers' hearts, which may grow in a good direction, but conversely, it may also develop in a bad direction.

If things develop in a bad direction, it will at least arouse suspicion, and if things go wrong, it may even make the soldiers open their eyes of distrust.

On the contrary, if it develops in a good direction, it will definitely make them have unquestionable trust and confidence.

Running towards the enemy general alone and regardless of danger is indeed a heroic act.

In chivalric poems and heroic epics, such scenes are everywhere - the heroic posture of daring to face powerful enemies, no matter what form it takes, always touches people's hearts.

If this operation could be successfully completed, the morale of the soldiers would become fanatical, so Eltis believed that Murphy's choice was not a bad thing.

However, no matter what you do, if you always think in terms of smooth progress, sooner or later you will be tripped by thorns.

It is not advisable to make plans with the full belief that something will go well. In Eltis's opinion, plans should also include how to deal with failure.

What if this time, Murphy fell into the enemy's trap during the talks and died as a result.

Then, the Heraldry Cult and Gasalia would be doomed. Thinking of this, Eldis felt a burning sensation in his eyelids.

In the Church of Heraldry, Murphy is undoubtedly a hero.

In a battlefield where life is regarded as dirt, he might be a better support for people's hearts than Saint Madia, who is not good at dealing with such situations.

But once that foundation disappears before the war, there's no need to even imagine it; a loss of morale is inevitable, and desertions are bound to start appearing.

It is precisely because the ceremony at the etiquette stage ignites the hearts of the audience that the backlash will be more intense.

Therefore, it is impossible to allow him, Murphy to enter a dangerous place.

But now he insisted on having talks with the enemy general. There should be a limit to the stupid things he said.

At the edge of his vision, Altis noticed Saint Madia's cheeks twitching, and her expression seemed to be searching for some words.

Perhaps in order not to cause further instability to the officers and soldiers around him, he could not say anything that strongly opposed Murphy.

Although her expression remained unchanged, Mattia's sharp eyes revealed obvious anger. If there were no one else looking at her, her voice would have been heard in the tent.

On the contrary, Murphy was completely unaware of what he said. He shrugged his shoulders and responded lightly to the words of Saint Madia and her confidant Larga An.

When Eltis saw his expression, she couldn't help but smile. Although she knew it was inappropriate in this situation, she still couldn't suppress her true feelings.

Sure enough, Murphy didn't care at all about how his behavior would affect others or how other people's views of him would change.

For Fin, who was born into a royal family in human terms, it was unbelievable that Eltis was so defenseless.

Eltis believes that this can be regarded as Murphy's bad habit, but its nature is not entirely bad.

First of all, heroes should not be influenced by worldly opinions.

Whether it is the surrounding gaze or the historical barriers, throw everything aside and move forward with your own will. This is what a great man does.

In this sense, perhaps Murphy's special character is the side of a hero.

Then, why did Murphy have such a personality and such a side? Altis could only think of a few things.

In the secluded tower of the Hanging Garden Gasalia, when the two of them were alone, Eltis would occasionally hear about Murphy's past.

But whenever he talks about his own experience, he always adds this.

——Anyway, it’s not a good thing.

Altis didn't know what those experiences were about, nor did he know what exactly happened, but Altis knew that there was a certain truth in those words.

What happened? What made Murphy keep silent involuntarily, yet conclude that it was a bad thing?

Something of unknown origin fatally twisted Murphy, leaving an indelible crack in his soul.

Eltis's lips pursed slightly and he blinked a few times.

Ultimately, his bad habit of ignoring the surrounding sight is Murphy's defensive instinct.

He had to cut off all the gazes directed at him and bounce back all the feelings given to him. What happened in the past forced him to do this?

Of course, all this is just Eltis's imagination, and the truth may lie somewhere else.

But this thought wasn't far from the truth. For some reason, Eltis had this strange premonition in his heart.

Murphy and Saint Madia continued to talk in front of Altis, and Altis's long ears twitched slightly.

"—There's no point in holding talks. Are you planning to hand your heart over to the enemy?"

Madea's voice was very calm, trying to correct Murphy's thoughts.

There was undoubtedly a sincere thought in that voice, and it was indeed for Murphy's sake.

However, Altis thought that Murphy would not be shaken by those words.

"What? It's not going to be bad. Just a quick chat with an old friend."

Moreover, since Murphy wants this, then it must be what I want as well.

Because he and she are master and servant, and she is the one bound by him, if Murphy says that is right, then she, who is bound by him, should also say that is right.

Altis knew that a strange and uplifting emotion was swirling in his heart.

She stood up from her seat and spoke to Saint Madia and the officers around her in a voice that teased their ears.

"Then, Gasalia will be his escort. It's a one-on-one meeting, but at least he should bring some escorts, right? Don't worry, I don't want my knight's sacrifice to be in vain."

Those were the words of the Queen of Gasalia, the words of the leader of the elves.

The only one who could clearly object to that statement in this situation was Saint Madia.

Saint Madia glared at Eltis with an incredulous look and closed her lips within seconds.

Several hypotheses and plans must have emerged in her mind and then disappeared.

Looking at the profile of Madia, Altis foresaw the words of promise coming out of her mouth.

No matter what, Murphy is a person who will force himself to break free and move towards nowhere even if he is suppressed.

The saint should understand that in this case, it would be wise not to suppress him forcibly but to grab his reins.

While waiting for Madia's words, Eltis shifted his consciousness slightly to a different place.

It's probably correct that Murphy's evil habits are caused by the indelible cracks carved into his soul.

As for Murphy now, it is no exaggeration to say that his chest is still constrained by that crack.

A straightforward smile played on Eltis's lips, as if drawing a line across his face.

- Don't worry, Murphy. No matter what binds you, I will definitely set you free.

Then, put the restraints back in their proper places, and Murphy himself would certainly say that was the right thing to do.

A gentle yet bottomless color appeared in Eltis's blue eyes.

Chapter 23 The Villain's Wisdom

It was early morning, just as the sun was rising.

The stage for the talks was the Shanio Plain—the vast expanse of land in front of the autonomous city of Philos at the time, which was arguably the fairest venue in the region.

The feeling of horse hooves hitting the ground shook his body. When Murphy was about to step into the center of the plain, he saw the figure in the distance.

There stood a figure in grey armor that matched the night, with eyes filled with rebelliousness. His face was etched with scars we'd all seen before, and a black eyepatch covered his entire left eye.

Murphy waved his hand gently, causing the Gasalia troops following as guards to stop, and rode forward.

The other party also stopped the guard troops and moved towards the center of the plain. For that man, this was considered a very polite behavior.

"Have you lost some weight, old man?"

They were all riding on the same horse, and the sound could not be heard by the guards, so there was no need to worry about their behavior.

Hearing Murphy's words, the enemy general, Murphy's master, Old Jed, showed a helpless smile and made a humming sound in his throat.

"You look quite decent now, kid?"

Murphy raised her hands in response to the voice that contained a smile - thanks to you.

The long-lost voice of old Jed did not sound old at all. In fact, it even sounded more vigorous than when he was in the alley, as if this place was a place he was familiar with.

The two chatted like this for a while, talking about trivial things. It was not a report on each other's recent situation, but just a casual boasting about the past. It was all such trivial things.

There is no doubt that this is absolutely a pointless and pure waste of time.