After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

The sun shone in the corners of his eyes, and when Old Jed saw it, Murphy's face fell.

"Ah, that's right. The influence I received from you has helped me survive to this day. I'm very grateful and have no regrets. To this day, I still believe it was the best choice."

So, Murphy continued in a calm voice.

"So, old man—I came here today to say goodbye to you. I came here to surpass you, to kill the me I once was."

Old Jed naturally raised his right hand, because he knew that Murphy's words were not a joke, but words that came from the bottom of his heart.

The frivolous smiles on the faces of both Old Jed and Murphy faded, as if their expressions were stiff in the tense atmosphere.

"is it?"

Old Jed answered briefly, and his weathered but still bright eyes closed.

At the moment of saying this, the right hand that was gently raised fell straight down.

That was the whole signal, the order that had already been decided.

In an instant, the sound of breaking wind was heard, which was the familiar sound that could be heard when a bow and arrow was released on the battlefield.

There were many tall weeds growing on the Shanio Plain, and from among those weeds, as if spitted out by itself, the iron weapon rushed towards Murphy.

However, the next moment, when he heard the sound of the arrow breaking, a smile appeared on Old Jed's lips.

It wasn't a cheap smile because his plan had worked, it was just that, it wasn't a big deal, it was just because he had understood what Murphy said.

"Old man, I've become somewhat wiser. You taught me this before you left. And at least, I'm able to rely on others a little bit now.

The moment when those words swayed in the wind.

The space around it roared, and a magical whirlwind and a ray of silver flash revealed its figure.

Chapter 25 Master and Disciple

The magical whirlwind that Frodo created tore through the sky and swallowed the arrow.

It looked as if space itself opened a big mouth and swallowed all the arrows.

In the blink of an eye, the weapons released to suck human blood turned into ordinary wooden sticks and fell to the ground.

It seemed to be going smoothly. Murphy couldn't help but slump her stiff shoulders and let out a sigh of relief.

Before coming here, Murphy told Filia and Frodo and the others who were waiting behind about what might happen, and hoped to get their help if something really happened.

At that time, Murphy felt that these words didn't seem like something she would say, but now that she thinks about it, it's actually good to do this occasionally.

After all, the other party is that old man, his most cunning master, Gerard Kaliba. Since he called out the person who is in the position of enemy commander, how could he not have any intention?

This was no longer just a suspicion of a trap; it was an unquestionable certainty.

Of course, it is still uncertain whether it was an ambush with arrows or an attack with swords.

Regardless, there is undeniable value in taking the head of an enemy commander.

If successful, the enemy's morale will collapse like a wave.

Without a commander, soldiers have fewer options on the battlefield and can easily miss opportunities for victory.

The old man must like to assassinate enemy commanders and gain victory and benefits without bloodshed. The word "honorable" is a joke to him.

Then, the same thing happened to old Jed, and also to his disciple Murphy.

The magic whirlwind roared and rolled all the arrows to the ground. Murphy looked straight ahead, staring at the road leading to the enemy general, and tightened the reins.

"Filia, I'm sorry, I'll leave all the ambush troops to you."

After saying just these words to the silver light flickering at the edge of his vision, Murphy rode his horse straight ahead.

Originally, there was only a tiny distance between him and Old Jed. As long as he could take advantage of this opportunity to capture the enemy commander, even if the ambushers realized that the assassination had failed and wanted to draw their swords to attack again, it would be too late.

The most important thing is that no one can be faster than Filia with a sword in her arms.

Murphy grasped the sword hanging at his waist and galloped forward. Taking advantage of the momentum of the horse, he stabbed the enemy general's neck in one go.

The moment Murphy's blade was pointed at his neck, a twisted smile appeared on Old Jed's face.

The black sword thrust forward drew a line in space, and a familiar white double-edged sword thrust upwards and bit it.

The swords touched and rubbed against each other, and sparks flew in an instant.

As if he had foreseen it, Old Jed did not use the pair of daggers, but a heavy white blade to catch Murphy's sword.

That body had clearly reached a stage that could be considered old, but the strength supporting the blade showed no signs of wavering.

On the other hand, if Murphy had relaxed even a little, the sword would have been directly knocked away.

"Old man, you're old enough. Why don't you retire and enjoy your retirement?"

As he spoke, the black sword and the white blade engaged with each other, separated, and then collided again.

One round, two rounds, three rounds, but the white blade that kept catching Murphy's slashes did not lose momentum.

At this moment, in this duel where it was as if the commanders of both sides were wielding their swords on behalf of the entire battle, Murphy always felt something was strange.

Even though this was a cavalry battle that he was not used to at all, his opponent's skills were undoubtedly superior. If he was not careful, his head would fall off in an instant.

Even so, Murphy felt inexplicably fulfilled in her heart.

Was it the excitement of competing with his master in swordsmanship, or was there something else boiling deep inside?

Murphy felt incredible about this, but that didn't mean he was in a bad mood. Rather, he felt a joy in his heart that he had never felt before.

On the other side, Old Jed seemed to be looking at something strange and was very happy.

"Who the hell are you bragging to? No one would want to retire when someone like you is around."

Next, it’s the fourth round.

Murphy's attack aimed at Old Jed's heart was deflected by the slashing white blade, and it only slightly pierced Old Jed's shoulder before it ended.

In the field of vision, there was bright red blood mixed in with the green plain.

Sure enough, the old man is not someone who cannot bleed at all. He is a being beyond human beings. In this case, it is impossible to kill him.

Once again, the two swords overlapped.

The black sword traced a trajectory towards Old Jed's flank as if pursuing a victory, and the white double-edged sword naturally retreated to meet the attack.

From the beginning, nothing had changed. The black sword kept slashing at the enemy general's vital points, and the white blade kept meeting the sharp blade that was swinging at it.

However, after several sword fights, small changes gradually began to occur.

Murphy noticed that the white blade, which had not shaken at all until now, suddenly shook slightly. He couldn't help but blink when he noticed this.

It seemed difficult to suppress the enemy like this, but Murphy had an intuition that if he used the sword a few more times, he could tilt the situation in this stalemate between offense and defense to one side.

If it were possible, how pleasant it would be if we could do that.

But that can no longer be realized. Maybe even such an idea was being calculated by Old Jed.

Just as Murphy was about to put his idea into action and suppress it in one go, a sound that shook his earlobes rang out on the plain.

"—Support the captain! Don't use bows! Swordsmen swing, spearmen stab!"

The enemy's guards were approaching. If Old Jed could have delayed a little longer, Murphy would have been surrounded by the entire guards, and the future would have been clear.

Released the swords that were biting each other, Murphy's shoulders rose and fell as he breathed, and his lips squeezed together.

In an instant, my right arm felt as if it was torn apart. Upon closer inspection, I saw a continuous tear there.

It turned out that during the constant sword fight, Murphy was scratched by the dagger thrown by Old Jed at some point.

Even though he has been focusing on interception in order to buy time, he is still an old man who is good at launching insidious attacks.

What he excels at is causing damage to the enemy without them noticing.

"Hey, is she the old man's woman? What a good woman she is."

In the brief moment before the guards arrived, Murphy used his hand to remove the iron fragment that hit his face and pointed at the woman who looked like a general leading the guards.

"Don't be silly, she's old enough to be my granddaughter. Besides, that one is too hard, I think it should be a little softer."

Old Jed said this in a relaxed tone, then shouted "Oh my god", shrugged his shoulders, shook the white blade with one hand, and said: Your woman looks more like a good woman.

Murphy couldn't help but raise her eyebrows and blink.

My woman? Who is she?

He squinted in confusion and found that the old man's gaze was directed to his side.

"—Merphy, the ambush is complete, no one can stand up anymore, it's time to retreat!"

Filia's silver hair was mixed with blood, and the way she wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth with her hand showed a bewitching charm.

In response to Filia's words, the old man touched his head, as if to say that he was troubled.

Training ambush troops, especially archers, requires a lot of money and time.

Because ambushes are not just soldiers who charge forward according to orders, they also need to learn to think with their own heads. Even if they just draw the bow seriously, it is not so easy to do.

Frankly speaking, this is a regrettable thing - after all, the Church of Heraldry does not have enough archers for combat and ambush. Even if the elves who can use bows are added from the reinforcements from Gasalia, there are still many difficulties in using them as a force.

If possible, Murphy really wanted to let them lie in ambush like old Jed.

Listening to the deafening sound of horse hooves ringing in his ears, Murphy took Filia's hand, let her sit on the front side of the horse, and then gently held the reins.

Although this brief chat was a very pleasant time, it seemed to be over, and there would never be another such time between him and the old man.

As Murphy thought about this, his vision gradually became blurred.

"Well, goodbye, old man. I don't know if we'll meet again on the battlefield, but it's best to wash your neck with some good wine beforehand."

After hearing Murphy's last words, old Jed's face changed, and the deep wrinkles and scars on his face became even more distorted.

"Murphy, keep going. Don't worry, in the end—in the name of justice and bravery, I will chop off your head."

"You're saying some incomprehensible things again, things like justice and heroism."

Murphy opened her mouth to reply, and Filia, who was sitting in front of her, suddenly spoke.

"Mr. Gerard Kaliba, long time no see. I was just about to ask you a few questions, but it seems..."

It wasn't so much a speech to old Jed as it was to Murphy.

The expression on Filia's face was like that of a cat that had thought of a mischievous trick.

"It seems this guy inherited his bad habits regarding women from his master. There should be a limit to causing trouble for others."

Hearing what Filia said with raised lips, Old Jed couldn't help laughing. His laugh was so happy and so straightforward.

After laughing for a while, he turned his back.

Murphy seemed to hear what the old man said.

However, the sound was too small and was blown away by the wind after it just tapped lightly on my ear.

Chapter 26 The Saint's Confession

In the tent distributed to individuals, Murphy sank deeply into his chair, looking up at the sky.

Having said that, all that could be seen was the tent fabric.

As soon as he sat on the chair, Murphy felt a dull pain in his waist. It must have been a long time since he felt that pain. No, it was probably because this was the first time this body had participated in a horse riding battle?

Murphy even felt that the muscles in her arms seemed to be twisted in strange directions, transmitting a little pain to her brain.

However, these are not the most deadly.

Although the wound on the right arm was very shallow, it was the old man after all... No, it was the wound caused by the enemy general Gerard throwing a dagger during the battle, so it is better to pay attention to it.

However, judging from the fact that no reaction to the poison was felt after such a long time, Gerard should not have applied any strange poison on the dagger.

In other words, Murphy's entire arm should not be completely damaged because of this reason, and Frodo also helped to treat the wound very carefully.

After all, although he was somewhat injured, he finally returned safely - from that meeting where one wrong step could have resulted in instant death.

Murphy took a deep breath of air and then exhaled it all out, repeating this several times.

I kept pumping cold air into my lungs just to slowly calm my excited body.

Because at this moment, all kinds of emotions were mixed together in Murphy's chest.

But now, there is only one that has surfaced.

And, at least, it wasn't about celebrating a safe return or anything like that, that's for sure.

——I couldn’t, kill it.