After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

The reason why Philos is now sitting in the ruling seat to attend the public assembly is simply because it is the ruler's duty. Otherwise, how could she accompany the citizens to do such boring things at such a critical moment.

Is it because they have always observed the expressions of the powerful and relied on their attitude to survive? Or is it because of the so-called autonomy?

In short, in the autonomous city of Philos, there is a traditional institution that exists to understand public opinion - the People's Assembly.

Its structure is simple: several representatives who understand public opinion are elected through voting and discussed in the public assembly hall.

Then, on this basis, all representatives of public opinion will jointly decide the general will of the citizens and report it to the ruler Philos, who will make the final decision after reviewing the decision of the people's assembly.

In short, the People's Assembly is an institution where citizens can make suggestions to the city's rulers, but that's all.

Of course, even if it is just this, from the perspective of the surrounding cities, this is undoubtedly a jaw-dropping thing.

Normally, if it was a relationship between a lord and the people, such a thing would not have happened.

After all, the so-called people are just a kind of existence that is born to be dominated. Interfering with the policies decided by the lord is like talking to the sun high in the sky.

If the lord heard such meaningless words, he would probably be severely punished on the spot.

Therefore, institutions like the People's Association should not exist in any city.

But it is precisely because of this that the residents of the autonomous city of Philos regard the People's Council as a symbol of autonomy, and with great pride in their hearts, they accept the existence of the People's Council from the bottom of their hearts.

They said: We are not residents who are dominated, but self-governing people who can communicate with the rulers.

In fact, the establishment of the People's Association is not a bad thing.

After all, the so-called citizens are people whose lives will change depending on the good or bad behavior of their lords.

If the lord is capable, the citizens can enjoy happiness and peace; if the lord is not so capable, the citizens can only look forward to a life full of sorrow and pain in the future.

The existence of the people's assembly prevents the possibility of the second situation from happening and is a veritable shield to protect the autonomous people.

As a ruler, one can accept the people's opinions and help his own rule through the People's Assembly; if there are problems with the People's Assembly's decision, the ruler can also correct the trajectory of the People's Assembly by raising opinions at the ruling seat.

It can be said that there should be a complementary relationship between the ruler Philos and the assembly.

At least, the People's Congress was originally established to achieve this goal.

Looking at the noisy citizens in the assembly hall, the pupils of the modern Philos flickered.

The man standing on the stage, making the citizens excited, seemed to be named Luo Zuo, but I couldn't remember his family name.

As far as Philos knew, that Rosso was just a good talker and not someone who could be of much use at all.

In other words, the only talent that Luo Zuo possessed was that of an instigator.

But now, such agitators are raising objections to themselves as representatives of the People's Assembly.

In order to avoid being noticed by others, Philos swallowed a huge sigh in his throat.

Recently, Rozo's activities have become more and more active, and his calls for citizen meetings and his own suggestions as Philos have become more and more noticeable.

Is it because of the heroism in the hearts of the citizens? Or is it because of something else?

Just as Philos was thinking, the citizens' cheers reached a climax, and just like that, Rozo turned his gaze to the ruling seat.

"Lord Ruler Philos Tret, what I just mentioned is the overall will of the autonomous people. I hope you can accept our ideas."

Compared with what he said just now, he seemed quite polite now. Philos thought that maybe there was also some sarcasm in it?

But in any case, the language of the response had been decided long ago - I was fulfilling my obligations as a ruler.

Originally, this was all that should have been said, but the moment he opened his mouth, Philos added another sentence.

"I do hear the opinions of the citizens, but in order to protect the hungry and to face the threat, sometimes we must prepare our shields and take up our swords. Everyone, please do not forget this."

After being told this, Philos turned around and left the assembly hall.

Now that the opinions of all members of the People's Assembly have been heard, no one can allow Philos to continue staying here.

"If you do that, the citizens will be dissatisfied again, Lord Filos."

Filos narrowed his eyes at the officer's voice coming from behind.

"Yes, but it is necessary."

Philos certainly understood that what he said would cause some disgust and dissatisfaction.

After all, the citizens believe that the People's Association is ideal and will not doubt its justice, and those who oppose it are of course the bad guys.

Therefore, rulers of all dynasties have maintained close contact with the people's assembly to prevent confrontation, but the contemporary Philos did not do so.

Because in her opinion, that is not the ideal way for the people's association to exist, and doing so will not establish the complementary relationship that should be there.

Philos believed that sometimes coordination and sometimes opposition was the correct attitude for rulers and the people.

Suddenly, as if laughing at something, Philos' lips twisted into an uncontrollable self-deprecating smile.

Although he asks citizens not to pursue ideals too much, he himself is also influenced by the attitude of urban ideals.

Since I, as the ruler, am like this, there is nothing I can do about the citizens pursuing ideals and justice.

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Rozo's voice filled the council chamber after Philos left, and his voice was very high.

"Everyone, our hopes are dashed! Ruler Philos Tret doesn't want to listen to the citizens!"

Luo Zuo's words ignited the enthusiasm of the citizens. His posture and tone stunned the people in the audience. There was something inexplicably attractive in his words.

"Listen to me! Wise citizens, dragons and demons are now approaching the autonomous city of Filos. If you submit to the dragons, you will be trampled upon. If you sign a contract with the demons, you will go to hell!"

The dragon refers to the Cathedral, and the devil naturally refers to the Church of Heraldry.

Rozo said that no matter which side we participate in, we have no future.

For some reason, this sentence brought a strange sense of reality to the citizens.

Of course, most of the citizens are believers of the Cathedral, so supporting the Cathedral itself is not surprising, but if it means assisting in the war, that is another matter.

Luo Zuo continued to speak to the citizens in the audience with great enthusiasm.

"My fellow citizens! My wise fellow citizens! Now is the time to express our will through action!"

As Luo Zuo's words were thrown into the crowd, the meeting hall suddenly became as turbulent as boiling water, and the citizens cheered warmly to express their approval of her.

Facing the scene before him, a calm smile slowly emerged at the corners of Luo Zuo's bearded mouth.

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Chapter 4: The gun in your hand is your faith

——Boom——Boom

The distinctive sound of footsteps as a group of troops began to move shook the air of the Shanio Plain.

The sound seemed to come from the cathedral position on the east side of the plain.

"Those guys wearing white hats, are they soldiers from Philos?"

Murphy squinted her eyes, looked into the distance, and spoke.

On the other side of the Shanio Plain, there was a group of soldiers, who were slowly but surely moving in this direction.

The soldiers of Philos were armed with shields and spears, and their formation was completely different from the lightly armed Templar army.

That's what they call heavy infantry, right? Perhaps it's a formation chosen to defend the city against repeated attacks from soldiers.

The autonomous city of Philos has a force of about a thousand men. Now they have transformed into the guns of the Grand Cathedral Army, approaching this side, and following closely behind are the Grand Cathedral's 20,000-man army like a tide.

In any case, for someone like Murphy, who had only experienced "war" where hundreds of people collided with each other, just looking at the soldiers pouring out from the other side of the horizon made him feel dizzy.

He couldn't help but sigh softly, and Filia beside him said while holding the reins of the horse.

"Isn't it obvious which side those people from Philos will choose? There's no need to be discouraged."

Why is this guy talking so casually like usual? Murphy thought so and pursed his lips and turned to look at Filia.

He saw those silver eyes sparkling, as if looking forward to what would happen in the future.

The lord knight is truly unique in this regard. Isn't this the kind of person they say thrives on the battlefield? If so, please count on him for this battle.

Looking at Filia like that, Murphy thought unconsciously in his heart.

What Filia said was undoubtedly correct. The autonomous city of Filos had always been ridiculed as a "weather vane" by people. It was a city that had relied on the strong to gain autonomy until now.

So, how could they suddenly change their tune now? If they had to choose between dragons and lizards, they would of course side with the dragons.

Of course, Madia had taken some action, right? But it was still difficult to overcome the sheer power gap.

Even within the Church of Heraldry, most people probably envision a future where Filos helps the Cathedral.

Now it was just that the prediction that had appeared in my mind had become reality, and the nightmare had just landed on the ground.

——Even so, there is no other way, I have to roll up my sleeves and get on with it.

Murphy gripped the reins tightly, turned his horse's head and thought about how he should fight against that army.

He had asked himself this question many times in the past few days, or until he arrived at the battlefield, but until now he could not give a clear answer.

Although several paths came to mind, when asked whether this was really feasible and whether it would be a strategy that would be swallowed up by such a large number of people, he could not come to a conclusion.

After all, such a large-scale battle was the first time for him, Mattia, and the Church of Heraldry.

Even if they launched a surprise attack, it would only slightly impact the army's belly. What would it really mean? In the end, they would only be repelled and their forces would be wasted in vain.

If you want to avoid this situation, you have to increase the number of troops for the raid, but that will increase the possibility of being discovered, and the number of troops in your team will also be reduced.

It can be said that this is a feeling of struggling in the dark. Although you reach out your hand, you are completely confused about what will bring good results and what actions will be meaningful.

Even Murphy didn't think his past experience would be helpful in this situation.

But now the army would be approaching the Heraldry camp in half a day, and he no longer had time to worry.

"Filia, can we win? We."

The horse neighed as Murphy rode towards the Heraldry Cult's position, in the opposite direction of the Philos City soldiers and the combined forces of the Cathedral.

This question is meaningless. It is just an inappropriate question that Murphy asks in order to give himself peace of mind.

Filia tilted her head, seeming to be a little puzzled by Murphy's question.

But even so, as if she could see through his heart, Filia still answered.

"Since you want to win, I will do my best, that's all I can say."

"...Is that so? That's great."

Murphy sighed, a smile on her face.

——Boom——Boom.

Behind him, the sound of footsteps on the battlefield was slowly approaching.

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Facing all the generals and captains who had gathered together, Saint Madia made a somewhat stiff sound in her throat.

"There's been no response to the letter to Philos, and no news from the internal collaborators?"

Mattia had deep dark circles under her eyes, and it was obvious that she probably hadn't even had time to sleep these past few days.

Mattia didn't like to show such an attitude. After all, if a leader showed signs of fatigue, it would only affect the morale of the organization.

That kind of posture is not what you want people to see, but now you have no choice but to do it.

So, in order to minimize the impact on the soldiers' morale, Mattia now only speaks to officers and captains.

The autonomous city of Filos sat in the stirrups of the Grand Templar Army. Didn't Madia foresee this situation? I'm afraid she couldn't say "yes" even if she broke her mouth.

Rather, this is the most likely future, and at the same time, the worst future.

Therefore, in order to avoid that situation, Mattia planned to take whatever measures she could.

For example, sending insiders into Philos, secretly bribing them with some shiny things, hinting that they should not cooperate with the Cathedral, or at least send fewer soldiers.

Of course, it would be great if the city of Filos could be won over to the side of the Church of Heraldry, but that is impossible.

Even God would not allow such a convenient thing to happen, so all other paths have been tried to the utmost.

Mattia slightly closed her eyes, which were not only tired but even painful, and took a deep breath.

"Everyone has heard, right? The autonomous city of Filos and the Cathedral have joined forces to throw our hands off. Now, we can only hold the spears with our own hands and pierce the enemy."

It was cold, hard, and, to Madia, deep.

The generals and captains listened carefully to the Saint's voice, savoring every word.