After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

Mattia's grip relaxed slightly as the intermittent voice vibrated the air. It was completely different from her usual rational and neat way of speaking.

In the darkness of the night, the moonlight shone into the tent, and Mattia's hands quietly left Murphy's hands.

"Mattia."

But this time, Mattia's loose hands were held by Murphy with both hands.

"Today, my master told me that I am the kind of cruel and ruthless person who doesn't care about the lives of others for the sake of my own goals. Deep down, I don't care about anything."

"That's the only thing I can't deny. What did I do in the slums of Crossmaria? How many people did I drag into the graves by dragging Eltis into this in Gasalia?"

Grasping Mattia's hand tightly, Murphy expressed his true feelings word by word.

"At this point, pretending to be righteous and a good person is too much of a stretch for me. I'd rather be called a wicked or cruel person. That would suit me better."

"So, after hearing what you said, even though my heart was boiling with anger, I didn't feel any sympathy for them. After all, it doesn't matter to me what they look like or what their name is."

"So, just like those guys in the Cathedral said, I might really be a Lord of Evil. How ridiculous."

But even so, if I saw her trembling before my eyes...

Murphy held Mattia's hands tighter and stared straight at her face which suddenly looked up.

"Even so, if you still believe the words of this evil man, then I will leave my life in your hands. As a hero, raise your sword."

In an instant, Mattia's dazed expression disappeared and she just blinked helplessly.

The expression she showed now was a very beautiful expression that Murphy had never seen before.

—Can you help me, Murphy?

Mattia's small lips slowly moved, and she spoke in a trembling voice.

Murphy knew that her hands were being held tighter.

——If this is your wish, I would be happy to do so.

Chapter 28 The Ship Leaving Port

In the cathedral's camp, Gerard's voice was heard, a voice filled with joy and happiness.

The double-edged sword at his waist kept swinging, and his figure walking towards the tent with great interest caught the attention of the surrounding soldiers.

But the commander's good mood was not a bad thing for the soldiers. Everyone was talking about it, saying that there was some good news.

There was even a stir over the idea that there might be wine with dinner today.

In contrast to the cheerful Gerrard, his lieutenant Neymar, who followed behind him, showed obvious anxiety, but only a few people noticed it.

"Captain, I have secretly brought the medic here. Please be quiet."

As soon as he entered the tent, Neymar blinked his long eyelashes and whispered.

During the meeting with the enemy, the commander was indeed injured, although only slightly.

If the soldiers knew about this, it would affect their morale, so they had to pretend nothing had happened.

Hearing this, Gerard smiled with a crooked face and responded with a light-hearted expression.

"No need, it's just a scratch."

That was true. Although blood was seeping from the shoulder, it was far from serious. It was more like a very common scrape on the battlefield.

For Gerard, it was too troublesome to call a medic for such a thing, and he would have to start working hard in the future, so he might as well have a good rest now.

It would be better if there was a priest there, after all, it would only take a moment to resolve.

Unfortunately, the status of a priest who can use healing magic is much higher than that of a captain in the army, so the cathedral did not send anyone over.

After all, it’s just the Heraldry Cult, and they can be easily defeated even without clergy. I guess everyone in the cathedral thinks so.

Gerrard's words did not stop Neymar's momentum. On the contrary, her lips were stained vermilion, and her long canine teeth showed their shape at the edge of her lips.

"—No! The commander of the Cathedral was insulted and even injured by the Old Believers. This is a shame in itself!"

The words that came out of Neymar's mouth were undoubtedly angry, and his tone was harsher than ever, but also more passionate.

"Well," Gerald sighed and shook his head. "That's pretty rigid."

As he spoke, Gerard stretched out his body, and the wrinkles on his face became deeper, and he could no longer suppress his happy smile.

The little kid who was covered in mud and could only crawl on the ground has now become a clear enemy standing in front of him, and has also been awarded the great title of hero.

It was a pleasure, really, Gerrard thought so from the bottom of his heart.

I used to think that life was no different from a drama with a fixed script, but I didn't expect that there seemed to be unexpected things in this world, just like birds dancing freely in the water and fish living in the sky, which are unreasonable things.

To be honest, thwarting the momentum of the Heraldry Cult and defeating the enemy forces were secondary and even insignificant to Gerard.

But now, that thought has disappeared.

Great! I haven’t been this excited in a long time. It feels like I’m back to the time when I was an adventurer traveling around the world.

"Captain, there's no need to show mercy to those barbarians. We have the advantage in both manpower and terrain. Tomorrow morning, we can launch a full-scale attack, right?"

After the medic wrapped the bandage, Neymar said as if it was a matter of course.

Although her tone sounded like a question, her face was filled with confidence, as if she had never considered the possibility of being rejected. Her combed hair swayed in the tent.

However, Gerard picked up his bottle and spoke in a loud voice.

"—No. Message to the entire team: avoid unnecessary fighting now."

This sentence made Neymar's eyebrows twitch, and Gerrard saw clearly that her eyes were raised high.

——Is it because he was hurt that he is afraid of the old religion?

Neymar clenched her teeth, afraid that she would say this without paying attention.

This is by no means out of respect for the boss or fear of conflict. Rather, as far as Neymar is concerned, not doing those things is taboo.

Not speaking out of respect for your boss is just an excuse. If you are afraid of conflict and keep avoiding it, you will become mentally weak.

Putting aside the common people, noble people cannot be so weak. This is the spiritual foundation of Neymar Gloria.

The reason why she didn't speak now was that the other party was Gerard.

Although they had only spent a short time together, Neymar understood that Gerrard was a pragmatist and had nothing to do with words like fear and passion.

At least, he is not a boring person with no ideas.

Because of this, if he said he would not fight against the old religion, he should have a corresponding reason, right?

Of course, it could also be because he is a cunning man, because he is just an ordinary man without courage.

Neymar's sharp gaze pierced through Gerrard, as if trying to see through his true intentions.

"What? Could you be a little smarter, Adjutant? If you keep going on like this, I'll have nothing more to say."

Gerrard smiled happily, and Neymar looked at him silently, as if he would not leave until he told him what he really meant.

Gerard shrugged dramatically.

"They're quite powerful right now. A direct confrontation would only escalate the damage. So, we should first let them lose their composure."

Moreover, although he didn't say it out loud, Gerrard was still thinking about it deep in his head. He didn't really want to make such an assumption, but he was still a little worried.

Although extremely rare, such people occasionally appear on the battlefield - leading the army to counterattack, but all arrows miss the target. It seems almost like a delusion, but such people do exist occasionally.

At the moment of confrontation with Murphy, Gerard heard a sound as if something was born, and the brain that had supported Gerard for a long time sounded a slight alarm.

Gerrard did not say that they would lose, but only that the damage would be great.

That's right, no matter what kind of person that little kid becomes, he can't possibly think he'll lose.

That was a clear fact. It was true that I had taught him many things, but I did not remember teaching him the principles of war.

Well, let me teach you here.

For this, I will do my utmost to chop off your head.

But even so, if you can still come to me after overcoming all difficulties——

"—Send an envoy to Philos to set a date for the meeting."

There was a cunning glint in Gerard's eyes.

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Throughout history, apart from countless minor conflicts, there has only been one battle in which the Grand Cathedral and the Heraldry Cult showed their fangs against each other - the War of the Five Kingdoms.

After that war, the Church of Heraldry, once one of the great religions, was crushed by the Cathedral, seemingly dooming it to decline.

Today, the Cathedral has become one of the few remaining religions on the continent, while the Church of Heraldry can only quietly wait to disappear.

The victor grasping at the glory and the loser kneeling on the ground, the victory and defeat have been recorded in history, and the Heraldry Church can only grasp the last ray of light before it disappears.

At least, past history did not change the tilt of the scales. The coat of arms exposed the miserable remains, and the great saint sang the praises of his own glory.

However, at this moment, the Heraldry Cult roared again and bared its fangs towards the Cathedral.

The anchor has been raised and the ship is sailing in the stormy sea.

Set in the autonomous city of Filos and the Shanio Plain, a battle that had never even occurred before is about to carve its mark in history.

(End of Volume 6)

Final remarks for Volume 6

The sixth volume is finished in less than two weeks.

After all, this volume is actually just a transitional volume, used to organize the reactions of all parties after the fall of the mercenary city of Belphein, as well as the emotional branches of the heroines, so the content is so small.

Since there is not much content, I will not summarize it.

In the next volume, the combined forces of the Church of Heraldry and Gasalia, led by Murphy, will engage in a head-on confrontation with the Grand Templar Army, led by Old Jed.

The real war has arrived, and Old Jed's true identity will be revealed.

That’s all. Thank you for reading this far. Thank you for your continued support. See you in the next volume.

Volume 7: Battle of Shanio

Chapter 1: Buried Prison Bella

In the southwest of the Kingdom of Leiden, there is a prison named after burial, and its name is Burial Prison Bella.

As the name suggests, if you are taken there, not only will you not survive, even your body will not be returned.

It is said that once you enter that place, you will end up staying in prison until you turn into ashes.

It wasn't originally a prison filled with resentment, but rather a prison camp. Rumor has it that it was a transit fortress built on the front lines by Leyden IV, formerly known as the King of Construction.

However, because it is now far away from the capital and the front line, and the canals covering it are very consistent with the structure of the prison, it was not until the time of King Leiden XIII that it was transformed into its present appearance.

To ensure that the prisoners inside do not escape, the prison is surrounded by surveillance towers.

Surprisingly, those who were caught in such places were not the leaders of the bandit gangs or the people in power in the back streets who were extremely evil. Rather, many of the people imprisoned there had never killed anyone.

After all, criminals like murderers and thieves are often assigned to do physical labor that is difficult to describe in words.

But in the Burial Prison Bellari, what is done is not simple physical labor, but acts that cause fingers to break and limbs to be severed. It is torture to extract information.

In other words, those arrested were all called "political prisoners" and "heretics".

There are countless examples of rebels who attempt to overthrow the country, fools who believe in paganism, and sorcerers who deceive the masses.

However, the more troublesome thing is that no matter how hard we try to eliminate them, there will always be people who inherit those ideas, as if ideas are a kind of property and are constantly passed on.

Therefore, policymakers say: A system that blocks all this is necessary.

The wise man said: If we don’t find out the names of our companions from their mouths and eradicate them step by step, there will be no peace in the country.

Bella, the burial prison, exists for this very purpose, to pry open the mouths of political prisoners and pagans, and to prevent them from ever setting foot on outside land again.

Someone had his throat burned in prison today, and was spitting out blood instead of sound. Such things are commonplace here.

Of course, there are people working in prison, such as guards.

While eating a shabby meal in the cafeteria, one of the guards spoke in a very anxious tone, and the cold stone walls reflected the dull sound.

"——What bullshit, who the hell is that woman?"

The tone was full of violence and rudeness.

There are two kinds of guards gathered at Bella's burial prison.

One type is people who are loyal to their country and hope to cut off the heads of those who hate their country. They are loyal to their country with some kind of emotion close to fanaticism.