After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

Perhaps due to the impact of falling from his horse, Philos, who was still in a daze, did not realize that it was blood.

What? Of course there will be bloodshed on the battlefield. Isn't that normal?

But the red liquid stained Philos' cheeks and hair again and again.

Finally, Bai Tong raised his eyes, wanting to know where the blood was coming from.

And in front of Philos's sight was the figure of the sergeant captain sitting on horseback as usual. His posture should not have changed at all - if the body and head were not separated.

The sword that the sergeant was supposed to hold broke into two pieces, and the head on his neck disappeared without a trace, replaced by some strange black thing.

For a moment, Philos even thought that the sergeant had turned into some new species.

The strange thing kept spraying out red liquid, staining Philos's cheeks and body, and a fishy smell teased her nostrils.

A moment later, the soldier leader, who had lost his strength and could not even move a finger, collapsed and finally fell heavily to the ground.

At the same time, a voice was heard.

"—Listen up, soldiers of Philos! Your commander is dead! We won't pursue you if you try to escape. Captain, gather the soldiers and take them back to the city!"

"Otherwise, I will rip your intestines out." Philos saw the face of the person who said these words.

Eyes burning with flames, wearing a green military uniform, and a violent aura that suppressed fear.

The evil man, Murphy, he's there.

He killed all his soldiers and the captain.

However, Philos understood that it was natural. After all, on the battlefield, he appeared as his enemy.

Therefore, it is unreasonable to complain about him just because he killed his own soldiers or people who were somewhat close to him.

And based on the development trend of the war, perhaps his close relatives have been killed on our side.

Philos understood this very well, so she neither thought of confessing her true feelings to him nor harbored any unforgivable thoughts.

but.

"Wait a minute, Murphy—Merphy the Evil One."

Filos struggled to support his cramped knees, straightened his spine and spoke.

I don't know if I spoke properly. Ever since inheriting the throne, Filos's voice, which had always been full of confidence, now became weak and thin.

Fortunately, however, in the battlefield filled with sounds of killing and noise, Philos's voice seemed to have successfully reached Mephi's ears.

Murphy, who heard the voice, sat on horseback and stared at Philos with a fierce look.

To put it nicely, his eyes were bright and piercing; to put it bluntly, they were sharp in a way that a kind person would never be.

Just looking at those eyes, it's hard to believe that he is a kind person.

But, maybe they can communicate? Philos, who was still skeptical for some reason, twisted his lips and said.

"He is not the commander of the autonomous city of Filos. I, Filos Tret, as the ruler of the city, am the true commander of the army."

In any case, it would be very stupid to introduce yourself here, right?

Regardless of whether it is true or not, Murphy said that if the Urban Corps wants to escape, he will not chase them and will let us go.

Considering the fact that the Grand Templar Army is already approaching this side, these words are not hard to believe.

Therefore, the correct choice should be to quietly leave here with the soldiers and return to the autonomous city of Philos.

As a ruler, this is definitely the best choice.

However, Philos was not the type to act decisively, and the more he wanted to be the best ruler, the more he could not bear to escape here without saying a word.

The ruler has responsibilities on his shoulders. Although the captain of the soldiers died here, he is still alive, which is a good ending.

But, it is unacceptable.

Philos's monocle reflected the sunlight, and for a moment, Murphy raised an eyebrow, chewing on Philos's words.

On the other side, Philos was even prepared that his head would be chopped off, and he looked at Murphy's expression.

"That's perfect. The soldiers are in disarray. Let's gather them together and then retreat."

Murphy said this as if she didn't care.

Philos was stunned for a moment, staring at Murphy's expression.

His face showed an expression that was neither nervous nor angry, as if he was just speaking as if it was a matter of course.

Gradually, Philos's thoughts became more and more confused.

No matter how you look at it, what he said is not something that should be said to the enemy commander. If the enemy commander or ruler is found, shouldn't he be captured or beheaded?

You clearly have made such preparations before introducing yourself, why?

In an instant, Philos felt something like a thorn merge into his blood.

"Are you humiliating me? I am the ruler of the city of Philos, and you are acting in a sympathetic way!—"

"—Really? Then whatever you want. Sorry, I'm in a hurry."

Really, Murphy said indifferently.

He seemed to not care about Philos at all. He just led the horse and quickly disappeared from Philos' sight. He must have gone to fight with the Templar Army.

Philos's cheeks twitched involuntarily, and she seemed to hear the sound of her teeth grinding.

Did Murphy not believe what he said, thinking he was just talking nonsense? Or was there another reason for letting him go, perhaps not actively opposing Philos?

Yet now there arose in Philos's heart a feeling that shone with a more definite heat than these things which reason had proclaimed.

——I felt insulted, not even worth talking to, and looked down upon.

His brain was so angry that it was almost smoking, and his cheeks were dyed red by the flames of humiliation. Philos knew that his pupils had become moist.

Since the past, I have only hated being looked down upon.

Because people who are insulted and looked down upon can only watch silently as everything that originally belonged to them is taken away, no matter when.

This is not a question of strength or weakness; rather, anyone who is looked down upon and insulted will eventually become like that.

Ah, so that's how it is. The Trett brothers and sisters look down on me as an adopted son, constantly insulting and mocking me. Maybe it's because my adoptive parents have always treated me like a tumor and kept their distance from me?

Now that I think about it, how many times have I been humiliated by my brothers and sisters in places where they can’t see me?

They were forced to pray like beggars, forced to kneel on the ground and wipe their boots with their hands, and were beaten and kicked many times.

They treated themselves like slaves.

Despite this, I still think that if I can deepen my friendship and continue to talk with them, maybe one day I will become a real family with them?

After all, he was sent to the Trett family when he was a baby, when he was still young and couldn't even remember his biological parents.

So, I have always thought that way and always held that naive idea.

——Yes, until the day when my eldest brother, who was about to inherit the family business, took action against me who was about to become an adult.

In an instant, flames ignited in Philos' pupils, and his white eyes exuded a passion that was not like that of a defeated general.

It is unforgivable. Those of the Tret family who once despised him all died with regret.

Therefore, that man would be no exception.

He'll regret not killing me here.

I will definitely make him regret it.

His teeth dug into his lips, blood oozed from the corners of his mouth, and a painful expression appeared on Philos' face.

But that only lasted for a very short time, and Philos quickly sorted out his expression.

"Listen up, soldiers of Philos—retreat! Collect the wounded as much as possible! Captain, gather the soldiers!"

Under the gaze of the surrounding soldiers, Philos opened his lips and made a sound that shook the surroundings.

As if moved by the bloody yet dignified heroic figure of Philos, the exhausted soldiers began to move again.

No matter what, we can only retreat now. We can't continue fighting in this situation. Besides, the sergeant pushed me away at the last moment not to let me and the soldiers die in vain.

That's right, I know, I know it very well. If the sergeant knew that Murphy had spared us, he would be happy.

Despite this, I still feel unwilling.

Philos' teeth whistled from using too much force.

——Whoosh, whoosh

Arrows whizzed past Philos.

Now, the only ones who would shoot arrows at him from behind could be the Grand Templar Army.

Perhaps they gave up on the collapsed Philos soldiers and sent archers to shoot the Heraldic Army, even at the expense of Philos' city soldiers.

A mocking smile appeared on Filos's face.

Heraldry and the Cathedral are birds of a feather.

Savoring the bitter taste of defeat, Philos continued to convey the order to retreat to the soldiers.

Chapter 8 What the Adjutant Saw

Adjutant Neymar's voice was heard from the commander's tent of the Templar Army.

Although the voice tried hard to remain calm, it still contained some anxiety.

"Captain, according to reports, the Philos army facing the enemy head-on is about to collapse, and they will soon engage in direct combat with our army."

Although he was very careful, Neymar knew that the corners of his mouth were still trembling.

Putting aside the suppression of bandits and small-scale rebellions, this was the first time he had ever set foot on a battlefield like this.

Even though I was trying not to collapse, my body still subconsciously curled up into a ball.

How pathetic! He always tells his subordinates not to panic when things get tough. Neymar raised an eyebrow.

Veteran Gerrard nodded slightly after listening to Neymar's report and said.

"Faster than expected, but not bad. Have the archers ready and aim for the fools who rush out the moment Philos collapses."

Gerard said that it didn't matter even if the Philos soldiers were involved.

Neymar frowned slightly, but nodded nonetheless.

Even if he wanted to refute the veteran, he would not be able to defeat him in terms of eloquence. This had been well proven in the past few days. His experience and knowledge were completely insufficient.

Maybe it was because of what he saw Neymar, but old Jed's wrinkled cheeks tilted slightly.

"Neymar, if you have any questions or concerns, just speak up. Keeping it to yourself is clever, but not truly clever."

And there's still some time, Gerard said as he put on his gray leggings.

Neymar's lips trembled involuntarily, as if his inner words were seen through.

Honestly, there were a lot of confusing things in the veteran's orders, but only a fool who didn't know how to think things through would ask about them all again.

Neymar clenched his hands, thought in his mind, and opened his mouth.

"...Then, if there's only one, why did you use the insider, Luo Zuo, like that?"

Rozo.

Although I don't even know the family name, this is the name of the traitor who surrendered to the Cathedral.

He was a frivolous and eloquent man, well-known in the assembly of Philos, and possessed the talent of a demagogue.

Moreover, although he is a man with a frivolous attitude, he is not a bad person.

He fully understood Philos's position and knew that moving closer to the Cathedral was the best strategy.

In addition, since we have guaranteed him money and a certain level of status, we can easily develop him into an insider, and he should be very obedient to our requests.

Because of this, Neymar was unable to understand the instructions given to him by Gerrard.

— Refute the words of the ruler Philosopher Tret and isolate her.

This is a strange, puzzling instruction.

Regardless of what Philos Tret felt in his heart, he did openly agree to assist the Cathedral.

Because of this, if Luo Zuo cooperates with him, more Philos soldiers should be able to be deployed in this battle.

Therefore, she simply couldn't understand why Philos Tret was questioned and the number of reinforcements was reduced.