After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

However, his idea failed to a great extent.

"—I hate it... Then, am I included in the people you rely on?"

As he spoke those words, Eltis's green eyes changed shape, and a fierce light gathered in them, as if he wanted to crush whatever he was looking at.

Those were eyes that Murphy had never seen before. Not only were they ferocious, but they also had a clear will to tear this side apart. It felt like they could be called "brutal."

The air in the tent gradually thickened, and alarm bells began to ring deep in Murphy's heart.

Rather than his inner feelings wavering, it was his biological instincts that were calling out loudly within him—Eltis's pupils, and even her voice, were all very dangerous.

Slowly, Murphy opened his lips as he formed his words, the tension that threatened to drop his neck if he said the wrong thing making his tongue spasm.

"Of course. But, Eltis, you are the Queen of the Hanging Gardens and the Elves—"

So, from your perspective, there are some things you shouldn't do, right? Murphy was about to continue this when Altis interrupted him.

"—And you're my knight. If we're talking about stance, isn't that the premise, Murphy?"

So that's how it is. Murphy finally understood why she was suddenly invited to the tent by Eltis.

Ultimately, the Elf Queen, Eltis, was very dissatisfied with her own actions, and this dissatisfaction seemed to be deeply rooted.

Because the words Eltis said at this moment were extremely rare for her, and her tone was full of emotion.

Her small lips formed an oval shape, and Altis's voice rang out again.

"Let me put it simply, Murphy. As for me, I felt my ear was touched unceremoniously, so I'm not happy about it. During that meeting, the person my knight relied on was not my soldier, but someone else."

"—Is it because my soldiers are too unreliable, or is it because you don't trust me?"

Eltis's voice sounded colder than an icicle.

How should he respond... Murphy wasn't quite sure how angry an elf would be if their ears were touched inappropriately, but he knew very well that Eltis must be very angry right now.

Thoughts raced through Murphy's mind as she tried to find words, but she couldn't come up with a good idea. Her lips opened and closed several times.

Perhaps seeing his expression, Eltis's cheeks slightly slumped. Her eyes still gleamed fiercely, but her expression had softened slightly.

Altis slowly came closer to Murphy's eyes and spoke, the sweet smell like nectar tickling his nose.

If you don't want to rely on me, that's fine. I'll swear not to use any of my power, whether as a queen or as an individual. Or, do you choose to rely on me? Whatever you choose, please tell me in person.

Eltis said that once something is said, it can never be reversed.

That voice echoed in Murphy's ears several times.

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If you don't want to rely on me, that's fine. I'll swear not to use any of my power, whether as a queen or as an individual. Or, do you choose to rely on me? Whatever you choose, please tell me in person.

To Eltis, these words were undoubtedly sincere. He could no longer conceal the anxiety in his heart.

Blood rushed violently. Eltis realized that his instincts, which should have been covered by the shell of rationality, were now exposed.

His own knights did not rely on his own army, but on others.

Ultimately, it was just this kind of thing, but these facts made Eltis unbearable no matter what.

"So, how's it going? Murphy."

The queen narrowed her eyes, as if to intimidate the knight in front of her.

The distance between them was shortened to the point where they could touch each other directly. Like a bird of prey chasing its prey, Altis glared at Murphy with his blue eyes with a fierce momentum.

Murphy squinted her eyes and moved her lips as if she was choosing her words.

——I want to hear his voice and hope to feel at ease as soon as possible.

Thinking of this, Altis gently bit the corner of his dry mouth.

If, just in case, if Murphy really thinks my soldiers can't be relied upon, if he really thinks I can't be relied upon.

That means I failed to follow Murphy's instructions - the order to be a good queen.

Ah, I hated that, just that, hated not being able to help him, hated deviating from his instructions.

Because obeying orders is proof of bondage, as long as I obey orders, it is as if I am bound by him.

Murphy said she would bind me, and I agreed, so the vow is absolute.

At least, to Eltis, it was something as solid and shining as a gem.

Eltis knew that her throat was making a loud noise and her eyes were twitching, but she still waited patiently for Murphy to speak.

"...Didn't I tell you? Of course I can trust you, even to the point of being overly trustworthy."

Murphy grabbed Altis's shoulders and said, raising her voice in confusion.

The moment he heard those words, Eltis activated the cause and effect of the spirit arts in his mind. After the arts were incorporated, as long as the slightest activation signal was sent in his mind, it would unfold.

Suddenly, countless, flooding information poured into Eltis' body.

Information about him, Murphy.

——There was no disturbance in his breathing or pulse, and the elf said he was not lying.

Eltis's expression naturally softened, and his eyes softened as well. His words were true and came from the bottom of his heart.

This wasn't out of trust in Murphy, nor was it based on speculation. Altis's heart wouldn't find peace with such easy things.

But it is true. The dark green military uniform that Murphy is wearing and the few accessories on her body can tell her all the answers.

All the items that Altis gave to Murphy were incorporated into Altis's spirit arts.

Every thread and piece that makes up the bracelet was refined using the power given by the Great Spirit. The work at that time could really be described as forgetting to eat and sleep.

Eltis's magic was once used only to create illusions in order to observe the outside world from the tower.

And now, it has become more condensed and solidified, and as the elf's move, it condenses into a foreign object - the elf's equipment.

An elf favored by the incarnation of nature can create several beings beyond wisdom in a lifetime, and then die of exhaustion, as if this is their fate.

In a sense, that prop suit is Eltis's clone.

And how cute he looks when he wears that!

Whether it was his breathing or his movements, everything about his body would naturally be held in the palm of Eltis's hand, just like water flowing from upstream to downstream.

Eltis thought it was natural to want to know everything about him, what he was doing, and what he was thinking.

And it’s really great that that idea has now become a reality.

Of course, if you observe too frequently, you will be overwhelmed by the turbid flow of information.

However, if it is temporary use at this level, it is easy.

So, all the information provided now tells me: Murphy is not lying, he does depend on me.

In other words, there is nothing more gratifying than being able to execute instructions as he wishes.

Eltis's fierce expression completely changed into a gentle smile, and he looked into Murphy's eyes from close range and asked.

"That's wonderful. If my knights rely on me, I will do my utmost as queen. I rely on you as well, and the uniform I give you is proof of my trust."

Faced with such a sentence, Murphy suddenly widened his eyes in confusion.

The iron-like cold aura that just covered the surroundings seemed to disappear without a trace in an instant, and he seemed to be very surprised.

Eldis moved his lips and continued speaking.

"This is equipment specially made for you. How does it feel to wear it?"

"Not bad, quite good," Murphy replied with a slight shrug.

That's the truth, um, great, perfect, no need to continue testing, the effect is perfect.

Eltis's teeth chattered slightly as he severed the connection with the suit.

If she stays connected to the suit for a long time, she will lose the ability to distinguish whether the one who is in direct contact with it is her true self, or whether the one who is the queen is her true self.

Of course, this may also be a very beautiful thing, but Murphy said: "Be an excellent queen." In this case, we have to follow the instructions.

And even if that wasn't done, the uniform had other uses besides letting Eltis know about Murphy.

The Elven Armor is an incarnation of Eltis, something infused with the essence of elven magic.

Humans and the manifestations of elves are very close. As long as they wear it, their bodies will become light and even full of vitality.

The blessing from the spirits will definitely protect his life.

However, it is impossible for someone who has always been protected by spirits to be normal.

Just like basking in the light of a god at close range, the body is indeed eroded by the immense force.

Sooner or later, he would be confined to the side of the elves—confined to the deep green forests where the users of elven magic and the great elves lived.

Elsewhere, you can't even breathe, and that's the clear future.

Eldis's green eyes narrowed into slits, and a smile appeared on his face.

——I will keep my promise and gamble my self-esteem on it, and I will never let you go.

The soul seems to have developed distorted feelings, wanting to be bound and to be restrained.

However, for an elf who has lived for a long time and experienced many separations, the desire to bind someone forever may be natural in a sense.

An indescribable emotion emerged in Eltis's heart, and then he breathed quietly, but he never thought it would disappear.

I hope to be bound and not leave; I want to be bound and not let go.

Ah, how happy it would be if the time to get up, the time to go to bed, the time to eat, and all the actions were all ordered by you.

Eltis cast his gaze towards Murphy's neck, and his long ears twitched involuntarily.

Let's stop here for today. Now that we know his sincerity and have confirmed the effectiveness of the spirit magic, the results are already sufficient.

Besides, it seems that there is no time to relax now.

Altis's long ears caught its sound.

The hurried sound of horse hooves was completely different from that of the usual messengers.

That is the sound made by someone who has discovered some kind of abnormality and is trying to convey it to others.

"The wait is over. Let's go, my knight."

Saying this, Eltis looked outside the tent.

In the long ears, the sound of the heartbeat of war began to come.

Chapter 3 People's Meeting Place

In order to bring back the intelligence they each possessed as quickly as possible, the war horses of the Grand Cathedral and the Heraldry faction galloped across the Shanio Plain.

Although the cathedral's messengers also quickened their pace, they did not feel particularly anxious, because the report was just as their superiors expected: the cathedral was welcomed by the autonomous city of Philos.

In contrast, the herald's messenger had a gloomy face, and his heart was beating rapidly as if in spasm as he drove his horse forward.

The messenger didn't know how to convey the contents of the report to his superiors. Although he tried desperately to weave words in his mind, those words were always immediately rejected and then fell away along with the cold sweat flowing on his body.

It is so unlucky that I have to be the only one to make such a report.

The herald's messenger grumbled in his heart, but this thought was quickly covered up by anxiety and lamentation.

—The autonomous city of Filos agreed to provide partial assistance to the Grand Templar Army.

There is no doubt that this news not only brought a great shock to the Cathedral and the Church of Heraldry, but also caused the citizens of the autonomous city of Philos to waver.

The citizens' reactions were varied, but if we had to categorize them, they would probably fall into three categories: the shocked, the timid, and the objectors.

The People's Assembly, which was used to represent the opinions of the citizens of the autonomous city of Philos, was now divided into the category of those who raised objections.

"We are autonomous citizens, not slaves. How can we promise such a thing?"

On the stage of the City Hall, the largest facility in the city, a man roared.

The man was in his prime, his voice was full of energy, and his pupils indeed flashed with a firm will.

—The People's Council unanimously decided not to cooperate with either the Grand Cathedral or the Church of Heraldry. However, even though it was only partial assistance, the ruler, Philos Tret, agreed to the Grand Cathedral's request alone. Isn't this a sign of arrogance?!

The man shouted loudly, and every time he shouted, the citizens who rushed to the meeting place would cheer.

Those cheers contained appreciation and approval for the man, as well as opposition and dissatisfaction with the current ruler, Philos Tret.

As for Philos, the ruler, she is now sitting in the ruling seat in the assembly hall, looking down at the citizens below.

As if she saw something insignificant, the glasses on Philos' right eye reflected a strong cold light, and her face was expressionless, as if she had no interest in the drama going on before her.