After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

These words, which were close to regret, caused a huge wave in Murphy's heart.

Of course, he was already half prepared mentally before deciding to meet Gerrard.

After all, Gerard Kaliba is not someone who can be easily dealt with. It would be better to say that you are lucky not to have your head chopped off by him on the spot, right?

As for the next time, there probably won't be such an opportunity again. The swords clashed with each other, but failed to cause any serious damage. This time may be the last time.

And, for some reason, Murphy had such a premonition in his heart.

——The next time our swords clash, that will determine the winner.

This is really quite strange. After all, once entering the battlefield, no one knows where they will eventually die.

He might be stabbed by the spear of an ordinary soldier, or pierced through the heart by an arrow shot from a distance or by magic thrown at him. That possibility was much higher.

However, in Murphy's heart, deep in his brain, there was an indescribable feeling churning - he would face Gerrard again somewhere, and everything would be decided then.

The small wound on his face still caused pain to Murphy.

at this time.

"I'm coming in, Murphy, are you still awake?"

Murphy was sitting in a chair looking up at the sky, doing nothing, when suddenly a voice came to her ears.

Although it has a sense of transparency, the voice of Saint Matthias always lingers in my ears.

Hearing the sound, Murphy turned and looked towards the entrance of the tent.

Perhaps it was almost bedtime? Saint Madia was wearing something completely different from her usual dress, giving off a rather gentle impression.

"I'm sorry I wasn't able to cut off the enemy general's head."

Murphy couldn't help feeling embarrassed about the fact that he hadn't achieved any results. He turned his eyes away from Mattia and said this.

If we could cut off Gerard's head here, we could avoid unnecessary loss of troops.

Once successful, perhaps they could directly consume the chaotic Templar army. After all, the existence of the so-called commander is so important.

Moreover, even if we don't discuss these major issues, at least the number of casualties on the Heraldry side will definitely decrease.

Whenever I think about it this way, I feel quite sorry.

After hearing Murphy's words, Mattia was silent for a while, then sighed deeply.

Then, her expression tilted to the side, as if she was thinking about how to express her opinion to the stupid other party.

What is that? What does it mean? Am I being treated like a fool? When Murphy couldn't help but think about this, Mattia finally spoke.

"You really are, you're already a hero and you still say things like that, Murphy."

After sighing, with a soft line drawn on her face, Mattia sat down on the chair next to her.

The voice was filled with an inexplicable gentleness, and seemed neither so surprised nor as angry as before.

Without pausing, Mattia continued speaking.

"That's fine. The mere act of bravely drawing your sword against the enemy general will boost the morale of the soldiers."

"And Miss Filia and Miss Frodo, their morale is also high. You may not be aware of it yourself, but many people are happy to be able to rely on you."

When Murphy couldn't help but ask "Really?", Mattia immediately answered "Really" as if she was parroting.

Then, words without the slightest hesitation and an intense gaze directed at this side pierced Murphy's whole body.

"The most important thing this time isn't the enemy general's head, but your safe return. In this sense, there's no better outcome than this."

As she said this, Mattia's eyes, staring straight at Murphy's cheek, seemed a little confused for some reason.

His pupils had always shone with the cold light before, but today, the light seemed to be swaying as if blown by the wind.

This was a very rare move for Madia. Compared to her usual calculating and rational demeanor, she now seemed more human in a sense.

Could it be that there was something about this meeting that Mattia was very concerned about?

In fact, there is no doubt that this meeting brought a lot of pressure to Madia.

After all, no matter what, Murphy was the only one who agreed to hold talks in response to the military envoy's letter, and he made the decision on his own without even discussing it with Mattia.

Even if Mattia had similar feelings about that matter, it wouldn't be surprising.

"Um, well... I'm sorry I decided to have this meeting on my own."

"Hey...it's true."

Murphy slowly threw the words to Mattia with some embarrassment, while Mattia's voice pierced his ears continuously.

Although her pupils were still a little wavering, Madia was still clearly looking at Murphy, and then glared at him.

In her sight, the color of dissatisfaction was stronger than the color of anger, and... it was quite bad, it seemed that there was a lot of accumulated dissatisfaction.

"Even if you agree not to do anything wrong, you'll still break it immediately. Murphy, what do so-called agreements and contracts mean to you? This is really doubtful."

Mattia said this in a tone that sounded like she was being upset for some reason, and at the same time, she held Murphy's hand on the table.

She stroked Murphy's right hand with both hands, and then looked at it intently as if she was observing some rare species.

Mattia's hands were surprisingly white and small, probably several times smaller than Murphy's hands.

If compared up close, it almost seems like they are completely different hands.

After looking at Murphy's hand for a while, Mattia finally spoke. Those words were rarely spoken by her, and they were slightly emotional.

"Murphy. Honestly, I can't keep calm about this battle."

——So, I don’t want you to do anything too chaotic.

Mattia's lips moved, and the saint's confession seemed so abrupt when it came out.

Calm down, don't calm down? That Mattia?

Hearing these unexpected words, Murphy felt an uneasy feeling crawling up his back, as if he had been told that something that was originally impossible had finally happened.

"Whether it was during the capture of Crossmaria or the entry into the Hanging Gardens of Gasalia, I've never experienced anything like this before—I can't suppress the turmoil in my heart, and my mind sometimes goes blank."

As she spoke, Mattia's small fingers tightly grasped Murphy's hand.

Although Madia's expression could not be seen because she lowered her head, the trembling voice in the air sounded as if she was afraid of something unknown.

I see. I can't calm down. If I think about it carefully, maybe it's only natural.

After all, the number of soldiers this time is very different from before. Tens of thousands of soldiers are ready to move, and then die somewhere unknown.

In a battlefield like this, few people could maintain their usual composure, right? Even Saint Madia, losing her composure a bit wouldn't be surprising.

Murphy told these words one by one, but Mattia shook her head slightly as if in denial and said.

"Of course there are reasons like that, but that's not the main reason."

The voice was fragile and didn't sound like Mattia's at all.

At least, they didn't sound like words from a saint.

"For example, Murphy—have you ever hated anything from the bottom of your heart?"

Faced with Mattia's question, Murphy didn't know how to answer, but she felt a dull pain in her lungs.

Because the words he was told were not the words of the saint, but merely the sobs that escaped from the lips of a girl named Mattia who squeezed them hard.

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Chapter 27: Vows Exchanged Under the Moon

——Have you ever hated something from the bottom of your heart?

Faced with the voice squeezed out by Saint Matthias, Murphy didn't know how to answer, and only felt a dull pain in his lungs.

Mattia, what exactly did she want me to say? It was rare for her to have her words mingled with her own feelings.

For Mattia, feelings should be expressed through calculation and planning, rather than being put on the table foolishly. At best, they would only show up when playing, right?

But now, for some reason, Mattia lowered her head like an ordinary girl, her voice trembling with timidity, revealing her inner feelings.

"...Of course, as long as people are alive, whether it's hatred or love, there will always be a moment of encounter."

Murphy sank deeply into his chair, his lips twisted, and as he spoke, he knew that heat was rising in his eyes.

For a moment, several thoughts flashed through his mind, and he even wanted to say that he had never harbored hatred in his heart.

But could he really speak frankly about something that was deceiving himself? Things that no one knew except him, feelings he once harbored that he couldn't share with anyone else.

This was the only thing he couldn't brush off with a flippant tone, because that feeling was undoubtedly the source of what had once propelled his body forward.

After hearing Murphy's words, the tension in Mattia's body seemed to ease a little. She held Murphy's hands tightly with both hands, still with her head down, and spoke.

"I'm ashamed, but I've felt that way too. I've felt disgust and hatred."

For the Saint, perhaps showing emotions is a taboo in itself.

After all, the Saint of Heraldry is a symbol of knowledge and rationality, and there is an insurmountable gap between her and those emotional guys.

"...No matter who you are, no matter how hard you try to suppress it, hatred and anger will always surface once or twice in your heart."

Murphy carefully considered her words and began to persuade.

But Mattia shook her head, and continued speaking in a low voice as if crawling on the ground, as if saying that it was not such a simple matter.

"I've been trying not to think about it, but I can't get rid of it no matter what I do. It's only gotten worse lately, and I can't calm down."

Mattia still didn't raise her head, but she applied a little force to the fingers that were holding Murphy's right hand.

Hearing what Madea said, Murphy naturally widened his eyes and raised his eyebrows.

"...The Cathedral, huh?"

As if to dispel the silence in the tent, Murphy spoke.

Mattia's long hair trembled, and her breathing became clearly audible. Murphy couldn't help but bite her lips.

For the Heralds, the Cathedral is the worst enemy.

For a long time, the Heraldry Church has been deprived of its land, had its doctrines belittled, and had its dignity spurned by the Grand Cathedral.

No matter where they were, they would be persecuted, right? For Heralds, being stoned was a common occurrence.

Why did Madia, known as the Saint of the Church of Heraldry, have to hide in the underground temple? It was definitely not just because she was planning to attack Crossmaria.

The one who had caused him such long suffering was now before his eyes, a clear enemy, within reach with just a weapon.

Even for a saint like Mattia, no, precisely because she is a saint, it is not surprising that she has many emotions hidden in her heart.

The battlefield here has a completely different meaning from that in Crossmaria and Gasalia.

It's not just the scale; the enemy that wants to decide the winner is not a city soldier or something like that, but without a doubt, the cathedral itself.

Why hadn’t I noticed it until now? Murphy’s canine teeth couldn’t help but squeak.

Mattia held his hand tightly and repeated the words, as if forcing out the unsettled emotions in her chest.

"Do you know what happens to Heraldsmen in the countryside? Men are forced to work endlessly as serfs, and not only that, they are beaten with sticks just for fun. Women are treated as entertainment until they are broken."

Those were just faint words, but even so, the voice trembled as if in fear.

That was a posture of Mattia that Murphy had never seen before. He inexplicably felt that the figure of Mattia in front of him was getting smaller and smaller.

"In serious cases, they are even treated like animals, ridiculed, insulted, and even have their faith trampled upon."

Mattia's body and voice trembled, but she persisted, as if driven by a sense of obligation.

"When I, as the Saint, liberated them, they were no longer...human beings."

Not really human. Murphy couldn't ask what that meant, and he had no idea what to say to Madia.

What should I say to her as she lowered her head and made sounds like sobbing?

She must have been enduring it all till now.

She never showed it in her expression, voice, or attitude. Deep in her heart, she had been suppressing this emotion that could be called resentment, in the name of the saint.

But today, that feeling collapsed a little bit because I witnessed my enemy and couldn't suppress my manic emotions.

So, Madia had to talk it out, and only then did she come to herself, who was involved in the Heraldry Cult but not a Heraldist, that was all.

"...I'm sorry. I've been able to suppress it... until now, but... today... so..."

As Mattia said, this is probably just for today.

Tomorrow, Mattia will definitely wear the mask of a saint as usual. She is not the kind of weak person who always lies on the ground.