After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

Because the ruled common people gave up their own ideas, everyone lost their wisdom.

Ever since the Cathedral became the state religion, in the Kingdom of Leiden, all civilians no longer object to being dominated, and it can be said that public security has improved significantly.

Although the number of civilians who cannot even read has increased, oppression of the lower classes has become a daily occurrence, and the dignity of civilians has ceased to exist, none of this matters, because civilians have no need to think for themselves and do not require wisdom.

Writing, culture, intelligence, everything, the upper class just needs to have it.

Although the academies were abolished and laws were enacted to restrict the actions of civilians, no one opposed it.

Because everyone said that no matter what, as long as they followed the teachings of the Cathedral, everything would be fine and they would be saved.

Yes, no one objected.

——Except for the heretics who call themselves the Cult of Heraldry.

Because of this, the Cathedral could not tolerate a defeat at the Battle of Shanio.

The Cathedral Army in the Battle of Shanio was an army that received orders from Pope Ni.

In other words, it was an army favored by the One and Only God.

The army was defeated and forced to retreat, not by the enemy, but by the Heraldic forces that had hitherto been keeping them at bay.

How could such a thing be possible? Doesn't that mean that even the truth can be shattered?

The Cathedral's teachings do not say that such a thing is likely to happen, because as long as the teachings are followed, such unreasonable things will not happen. This should be correct.

Therefore, if they were defeated again, it would cause people to doubt the teachings of the Cathedral.

Once cracks appear, no matter how much wisdom is taken away from the people, dissatisfaction and anger will still cause suspicion.

Therefore, the name of the Cathedral can no longer withstand the slightest damage.

Because of this, the Battle of Shanio could be said to be an opportunity—an opportunity for the giant of the Cathedral to straighten its heavy body and wield its greatsword.

In addition, the Battle of Shanio has another important significance.

That is, a hero appeared in the records of history.

The Grand Cathedral calls him the Great Evil, while the Heraldry Cult gives him the Name of Gold.

That person was not from a prominent family, nor was he from upper-class society. Based solely on historical records, his origins were impossible to ascertain. He was probably an adventurer and had once been a believer in the Cathedral.

Their purpose, creed, why they joined the Heraldry Cult, and why they got involved in the war are all unclear.

He first carved his name into history with the fall of the Free City of Crossmaria, the revolution in the Sky Court of Gasalia, the riots in the Mercenary City of Belphein, and then in the Battle of Shanio, he always stretched his sword towards the Cathedral.

As a result, this person gained the trust of the Heraldic Saint Madia and the Queen of the Hanging Garden Gasalia, Fen Eltis.

At the same time, he was followed by the knight Filia Reinhardt from the Kingdom of Leiden and the magician Vlado Volgograd from the Bolvart Dynasty, the mighty power of the East.

However, the details of why he gained their trust remain unclear.

In fact, there is no record of his character in the official records of the time, which makes it difficult to speculate.

However, according to the remaining parchment records, his actions were worthy of the title of hero, except for his behavior with women, which was despicable.

His name was the hero Murphy, and his name was forever engraved in history.

(The Battle of Shanio ends)

Chapter 1: Each of the Different Paths

The Battle of Shanio, where the Cathedral and the Church of Heraldry clashed with each other and tore into each other, was settled overnight.

The results of the battle spread out little by little like ripples.

In the office of the municipal city of Philos, this room, usually filled only with the sound of ruler Philos Tret writing, was now bustling with people.

Nearly a thousand soldiers from the autonomous city of Philos participated in the Battle of Shanio, but lost nearly 40% of them, including those killed in action and deserters.

Although the remaining soldiers successfully returned to the city under the command of Philoso Tret, few of them were unscathed, and the number of wounded has not yet been counted.

As a result, there is naturally a need for medicines for treatment, food as wartime compensation, and a series of follow-up processing such as ensuring rescue facilities and bonus payments. All of this has become the work of Officer Philos.

The number of casualties far exceeded expectations, and the official said, "If this continues, I'm afraid we'll have to take gold coins from the city treasury to pay compensation."

Also, like the stewards, the ruler Philos Tret was diligently working on the parchment with ink.

Although his body was in some pain from falling off the horse, it was not so painful that he could not move.

Moreover, there is now a difficult problem in front of her that must be solved first no matter what she puts aside.

For this reason, not to mention rest, even the brain cannot relax at all.

It's a difficult problem, but it all comes down to this: between the Cathedral and the Church of Heraldry, which side should Philos choose to join forces with?

The giant Cathedral was defeated by the sword of the Heraldry and had to retreat.

This fact not only shocked the ruler Philos Tret, but also shook all the citizens.

The giant, who was supposed to be impossible to shake, was forced to take a step back in the fight with the mortal, and something that should have been impossible actually happened.

As a result, Philos now faces a choice: to show obedience to the Church of Heraldry, or to completely lean towards the Grand Cathedral? This is a very cruel choice for Philos.

The victor of the battle was the Heraldry Church, which meant that the Shanio Plain was incorporated into the Heraldry Church's sphere of influence. The Shanio Plain was the throat of the autonomous city of Philos.

Now this city is like being stabbed by a knife by the Heraldry Cult.

If we choose the Cathedral, I'm afraid it will soon be conquered by the Heraldry Cult.

However, if you choose the Church of Heraldry, you will probably be swallowed up by the Cathedral along with the Church of Heraldry in the end. No matter which side you choose, it will be a miserable future.

In any case, I should receive a letter from the Heraldry Church in the near future.

Regardless of the specific content, Philos Tret had already foreseen their intentions - they simply wanted Philos to open the city gates and welcome the Church of Heraldry in, and if they chose the cathedral, they would turn the entire city into a coffin.

Philos Trett scratched his pen unconsciously and sighed softly.

I think no matter which side you choose, it will not be perfect.

There will undoubtedly be opposition in the People's Assembly, led by Luo Zuo, and agitation has begun to emerge among the citizens.

With such swift action, it is estimated that both the Cathedral and the Church of Heraldry had already planted spies in the city.

To be honest, no one knows which choice is right and which is wrong.

According to common sense, it is impossible for the Heraldry Church to let the cathedral bleed, but since something that should not have happened has already happened, common sense is no longer applicable, and everything that can be used to judge right and wrong has been shattered.

Therefore, the only thing that is certain is that no matter which path is chosen, the people will resent and despise it.

Philos Tret narrowed his eyes and bit his lips lightly, feeling clearly the fear caressing his skin.

But it doesn't matter. So far, I have been acting like this, which is essentially to consolidate my rule through the ruler's power and demonstration.

Therefore, it is impossible to say anything like hoping to change the public's views.

The most important thing is that no matter what is handed over, the city's autonomy must be preserved. Although there is no longer any hope at this point, that is the only thing that cannot be compromised.

In the past, when he had killed his brothers, sisters, and adoptive parents with his own hands, Philos Tret had sworn an oath.

Rather than being foolish enough to be content with the status of a lord, I must make this city develop and bring happiness to its citizens.

We have tried our best to this end and will continue to do our best in the future.

Therefore, we must never retreat in such a place.

The dull voice of the steward struck Philos Tret's earlobe, the voice announcing the receipt of a letter from the Church of Heraldry.

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In front of the gate of the city of Crossmaria, there was a group of mercenaries, hundreds of mercenaries.

No matter who they were, there was fire burning in their eyes, and like soldiers under command, they followed the two figures closely.

One of the figures swayed.

"You don't even have to go, Weiss."

Perhaps because of the dry throat caused by the lack of wine, the voice had become transparent and reached deep into Vistalinu's ears.

Hearing this voice, a faint smile appeared on Vistalinu's face, and the wind that caressed her cheek was particularly gentle.

"Even if it's unnecessary, there's a reason, sis. After all, I was saved by Saint Madia and the Church of Heraldry. And I also want to find some work for Belphein's mercenaries."

One of the figures leading the mercenaries was the Iron Princess Vistalinu.

On her right shoulder, a huge and tragic scar was faintly visible.

The wound torn by Filia Reinhard during the riot in Belphein left a scar, and the piece of flesh is still connected to the body, probably due to the efforts of the healer and Vistalinu's own vitality.

However, the scar did not affect her prestige in any way.

Her figure, clad in steel armor and fiercely grasping her battle axe, is no different from when she was honored as the "Iron Princess" by Belphein.

Some people could give people a sense of solemnity even just standing there. Seeing that figure, the mercenaries couldn't help but take a breath. The emotion they placed in it was not fear or terror, but a mixture of respect and admiration.

The only person who sighed deeply at that gesture was another figure—Vistarinu's sister, Bruda Geria, who inherited their father's name.

She licked the corner of her mouth subconsciously, but did not refute what Vistalinu said.

Bruda's original plan was to move to the countryside and live a life away from war as soon as his sister Vistalinu's injuries healed.

However, Vistalinu's intention seemed to be completely the opposite.

Now that the former lord Mordo Gorn has passed away, the mercenary city of Belphein is governed by the Church of Heraldry.

Originally, after the death of Mordo Gon, the ruling power should nominally be handed over to Vistalinu, but that actually had almost no meaning.

However, in the process of management, there is one thing that the Church of Heraldry cannot fully handle.

Those were the mercenaries originally led by Vistalinu. At that time, they even dared to disobey Mordo Gorn's orders, so even now, they would not easily join the Church of Heraldry.

However, the fate of mercenaries who defy the rulers is obvious. Although the Church of Heraldry will suffer some losses, as long as they are willing to deal with it, the matter will be settled soon.

Therefore, Vistalinu said: I will never abandon the mercenaries who have followed me from beginning to end, and I will lead them to join the Church of Heraldry.

Bruda felt that this was probably what was called loyalty, both to mercenaries and to the Church of Heraldry.

She thought to herself that although she was indeed grateful to the Saint of the Church of Heraldry for saving Vistalinu's life, she had heard from her employer that the knight who hurt Vistalinu was now also under the banner of the Church of Heraldry.

In that case, having one's life saved wouldn't be enough reason to support the Church of Heraldry.

On the contrary, if we declare our joining the Cathedral, there will surely be many people who will be happy to carry us out. Of course, in this case, we will certainly only be puppets of the Cathedral.

——No, no, if that’s the case, wouldn’t that be hostile to the employer?

Bruda held the cigarette between his fingers, his eyes narrowed, and his brown hair, which had been hidden in his hat, now fluttered in the wind.

Employer Murphy, no, he is not an employer anymore, but because he doesn't know what to call him, Bruda still calls him that.

After all, wouldn't it be embarrassing to call him by his first name?

To be honest, Bruda has no good feelings towards the Cathedral, but it is also a fact that it is a huge force. If he has to choose a side, he will of course choose the shoulders of the strong.

So why would I care about such a meaningless thing as becoming an enemy of my employer? This idea is completely meaningless.

Bruda's expression was distorted by his thoughts, and he picked up the cigarette again.

Vistalinu continued to speak to the silent Bruda.

"Besides, there's someone I love in the Church of Heraldry, right? Well, I'd like to see him again."

Bruda dropped the cigarette from his mouth.

What was that? He didn't remember saying a single word. His sister's words made Bruda's mouth drop open, and his eyes widened.

Seeing that, Vistalinu said with a wry smile.

"You've said that several times."

Several seconds after hearing that sentence, Bruda finally came back to her senses. She licked the corner of her mouth and said.

"That's not the case. I just told him that we should stay in the countryside together."

Indeed, if you only read part of it, you might understand it as words spoken to a loved one, but in fact that is not the case.

I just think that I would be happier that way, that's all, there is absolutely no other meaning.

Hearing Bruda's words, Vistalinu nodded slightly with a pointed smile on her face.

That smile seemed to have engraved unfathomable emotions in the heart.

Chapter 2: Abnormal Shadow

Murphy carefully extended her fingers to the exposed part of her left shoulder where the old man had dug out a piece of flesh.

The moment his fingers touched the wound, all he could feel was a slight numbness and the warmth that flesh should feel.