After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

Another type is the rude people who wear the skin of guards to show off their abilities.

These people come to be guards because they can use violence and do despicable things here. They can't get such a good job in ordinary prisons. After all, everyone imprisoned in this prison is a troublemaker.

From this perspective, the man who exuded dissatisfaction from his mouth seemed to be the latter.

Around the man, gathered the other guards, all listening to the words that came out of his mouth.

In a place like this where there aren't many entertainment activities, the things that make people happy are hugging women and other people's dissatisfaction and misfortune.

People always subconsciously lean towards those words, like leeches clinging to a wound.

The man happily accepted the gazes of the people around him while venting his anger.

"2066. Why did that bitch get that kind of freedom?"

The man said, this is simply unreasonable.

In response, several guards around nodded in agreement, while those who didn't understand why he said that asked the people around them: What is he talking about?

2066, it is incredible to call a prisoner with this number. Although he is a prisoner, he has been pardoned and freed in the Burial Prison Bella.

The single room is almost like a VIP room. It is not a prison but a state of house arrest. Even a certain degree of movement is allowed in the building.

The warden also kept silent about it, and even had people like guards following him.

The man said, "Do prisoners deserve this level of freedom? Those imprisoned here are all disrespectful people who want to destabilize the country and harm His Majesty the King."

He said exaggeratedly, "Shouldn't such people be given the freedom to breathe?"

The guards around him vaguely began to understand why the man suddenly made such dissatisfied remarks.

In short, this man tried to make a move on the female prisoner, but was pushed away, right? He's trying to relieve his frustration, so he's grumbling here.

But the guards were not unable to understand the man's feelings. After all, in the Burial Prison Bella, the so-called prisoners could almost be regarded as props for the guards to use freely.

Of course, there are certain rules, and if you kill a prisoner, you will be punished.

Despite this, no one has ever been reprimanded for assaulting a prisoner, especially the Heraldry cultists who have been frequently imprisoned recently, who are treated with almost laissez-faire attitude.

The prison was clearly in that state, but suddenly a prisoner appeared who couldn't get what he wanted, so it was natural for the guards to become anxious.

It is also rumored that 2066 has a confusing, strangely sharp, and fascinating appearance.

Because of this, it is understandable why men are so indignant.

Then, why don't you bring a few more people to sneak into her room tonight? As soon as this sentence fell, someone said.

"Don't you know? If we touch that woman, we could end up being prisoners."

Everyone around him opened their eyes wide and listened to his voice. Everyone turned their eyes to the guard who made the sound, as if asking: What are you talking about?

The guard lowered his voice bitterly and said:

——That woman is the great sinner Murphy and the adoptive mother of Saint Ella.

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Prisoner number 2066 is the name of Kelly Cassia, the director of the orphanage affiliated with the Lars Church, in prison Bella.

Of course, she didn't think there was anything wrong with the name.

It would be better to say that since I have been called many names by others until now, if I consider this as just one of them, it won't feel so bad.

What really made her feel bad was the treatment she was given.

Kelly sat on the bed beside her. It felt so soft that it was hard to imagine it was meant for prisoners.

The private room was definitely not cramped; it was much more spacious than those crappy hotels. There was no lock on the door, so it would be difficult to leave the building, but at least you could move around freely, right?

In Bella, known as the Buried Prison, this was incredibly generous treatment. It was practically the treatment given to noble prisoners.

Kelly could somewhat understand why that was the case, but creepy things were still creepy nonetheless.

Ella, who was raised by me and then sent to the cathedral.

Is it because that child is on the path of the Saint of the Cathedral that he is being treated like this?

If Kelly was executed as a heretic and the saint took action, it would not be surprising if the person responsible was "excommunicated".

Being excluded from God's salvation is the most terrifying thing for those who belong to the Cathedral.

Therefore, I am treated like this now.

Kelly gently curled her blonde hair with her fingers, as if she was imprisoned in Bella's prison because of the child she raised?

——Murphy, that little guy, seems to be making trouble again.

A great sinner, a person of evil virtues.

Then, gold.

It was hard to imagine that these were the words used to describe the poor-looking child, but the warden said solemnly that it was an indisputable fact.

Yes, the adoptive mother of the great sinner Murphy, this is why Kelly was imprisoned in Bury Prison Bella.

Perhaps her identity as a Herald Cultist had not been exposed yet, Kelly licked her lips.

Of course, it is also possible that it has been suspected, but there is no definite confirmation yet.

After all, once exposed, even the saint's adoptive mother would not be treated like this. It would be normal to torture her like an aristocrat or poison her food and kill her.

Now, although she is in prison, she has a considerable degree of freedom, which Kelly is still confused about.

But I think that's because the two kids, the Saint of the Cathedral and the Great Sinner, are fiddling with their own scales.

That’s right, the fragile balance is about to collapse with just one last straw.

This balance has created the distorted situation where he is treated preferentially in prison.

——Although it is not as bad as imagined, it is hard to say that it is good.

Kelly couldn't help but sigh at the current situation surrounding her and pursed her lips.

There was no way around getting caught, and I didn't regret doing this to keep the others alive. Given the situation, disappearing without a trace was not an option.

However, there are still a lot of things to lose...

After all, if the Herald Cultists lurking in the Kingdom of Leiden lose me as their backbone, it will become difficult for them to pass on the information to Saints Madia and Ann, and they will not be able to provide any support at all.

And even if that weren't the case, the trend of hunting heraldsmen around Leiden had already become increasingly serious.

Kelly frowned for a moment, but quickly adjusted her expression. After all, in this prison, one must not take any actions that are too conspicuous.

Besides, it would be difficult to even send a letter here, right? It was said that the Heraldry Cult had already dispatched its army, but there was no information about what had happened since then.

There were things that couldn't be done, things that she didn't understand, and a cold anxiety licked Kelly's heart.

How to do?

In the clever eyes, there was a look of thought, and the shape was changing swayingly.

Several ideas popped up in my mind and then disappeared one by one. Each one was a plan that could not be easily implemented. If An was there, the situation might be slightly different, right?

Then, when another thought came to her mind, Kelly's face shape changed inadvertently, as if what she was thinking was too funny and she couldn't help laughing out loud.

What kind of mess are you thinking about? I have expectations for that kid who always makes trouble and gets scolded by Ella. There should be a limit to jokes.

——But it doesn't matter. Since I can't take action right now, I'll just have a little hope for the hero.

In Kelly's eyelids, the image of the child she had picked up in the alley in the past clearly emerged.

Chapter 2 Elf Armor

Perhaps because there are few mountains in this place, the wind seems particularly dry.

Murphy poured the rum down his throat, forcibly clearing the sticky and uncomfortable feeling in his throat.

"There's no response from Philos, and no movement in the Cathedral? It's really too quiet."

Murphy sat on the chair and turned his gaze to the Shanio Plain, where there was nothing foreign, only tall flowers and plants living comfortably.

Of course, it was impossible to see the specific situation over there by peeking from the tent.

If allowed, Murphy really wanted to ride his horse to do some reconnaissance. After all, that was his main job in the past, and it should be easy.

"Since you don't mind being calm, then I don't mind either."

In front of Murphy, his emerald hair cascading down his face, Altis nodded.

The wording was rather euphemistic, perhaps a sarcastic remark of Eltis's caliber? Murphy, realizing this, raised her head and shrugged.

The war between the Heraldry Cult and the Cathedral has now quietly held its breath.

They set up their battle formations on the east and west sides of the Shanio Plain, facing each other, but no one took action.

Of course, there might be small-scale conflicts or conflicts between guards, but at least the decisive battle has not yet happened.

There had been this eerie quietness since Murphy and Gerald's meeting.

However, for the Church of Heraldry, and for Murphy, that was a peace that he never wanted to see.

After all, the longer the time drags on, the greater the possibility that reinforcements from the Cathedral will arrive, but the Heraldry Cult has almost no such expectation.

Moreover, if they stagnated in such a place, not only would the food be scarce, but the morale of the soldiers would also be depleted at an alarming rate.

After all, war is fought in frenzy.

The act of letting the heat of battle cloud your mind and putting a price on your life—that's what people often call war.

Once the heat subsides, the soldiers' limbs will be unable to move.

Not long ago, I thought that the spear that could pierce anyone was very slender, but my limbs were cold and I couldn't fight. This was a common occurrence on the battlefield.

The feeling of having your passion suddenly snatched away like the receding tide is awful no matter how many times you experience it.

Human beings, based on the heat stored in the top of their heads, can easily break someone's neck, or conversely, be unable to move even a finger. It's really inconvenient.

Because of this, silence and stagnation on the battlefield are quite bad, especially when one's side is at a disadvantage.

Of course, the reason why the battlefield is now stagnant and silent is easy to understand - both camps are closely watching the position of the autonomous city of Philos.

Very close to the Shanio Plain, there is an autonomous city called Philos, which is an existence that cannot be ignored in the war.

If Philos joins forces with the enemy, he may be attacked from both sides during the war, and may even be attacked from the flank.

Therefore, whether they become enemies or partners, you must see their movements in advance.

Until Philos's movements become clear, neither camp will engage in major fighting.

That's why Murphy felt anxious. After all, his opponent was old man Gerard. In this silence, no one knew what he was planning.

——Then why not try to listen to your inner thoughts?

Of course, this doesn't mean that we should take the initiative to start a war, but just to confirm what the other side is doing, try to throw a stone to ask for directions or something like that.

Just when Murphy began to think about this and narrowed her eyes.

"——Murphy."

At Altis's voice, Murphy's face, which had been lowered unconsciously, jumped up, and his body trembled with fear.

That sound was not the kind that teased the ears, but a sound that seemed to pierce deep into the brain.

In front of Murphy's eyes, the green eyes were flashing.

"That's not allowed."

Murphy's back shivered involuntarily. He felt that Altis's green eyes seemed to see through his thoughts and were staring at him.

No, wait, wait, not allowed? What are you talking about? I haven't even said anything yet? I haven't even taken any action. I haven't even moved a finger, and yet, for no reason, Eltis stopped me?

Murphy's face was filled with clear suspicion and uneasiness as she waited silently for Eltis to speak.

"You're trying to act alone again to break the deadlock, right? Just like during the Gasalia Civil War."

There was some anxiety in Altis's tone, as if he wanted to convey something to Murphy in a subtle way.

But, there is no doubt that Altis' words guessed Murphy's inner thoughts.

I originally thought that I was a weird person, but now it seems that I might be unexpectedly easy to understand?

"You're trying to tell me not to risk my life by acting alone, right? But on a battlefield like this, it's actually less dangerous to act with a small group than with a large force."

Murphy said this in a relaxed tone, a faint smile appeared on his face, and then he continued.

"Besides, I don't intend to act alone. No matter how foolish I am, I will still rely on others to some extent, so there is nothing to worry about."

The last sentence is what Murphy really wants to express to Eltis. He hopes to make the other party feel at ease.