After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

Not to mention the pain, I couldn't even feel the viscosity of the blood.

With a chill, Murphy's gasp was heard in the tent.

The full-strength blow delivered by Gerard Kaliba, Murphy's master, did indeed cut the shoulder and break the bone.

His body had indeed suffered a powerful impact that could even shatter his soul.

However, even though this was the case, the wound that appeared on Murphy's left shoulder was not a cut wound, but a scar where the flesh had healed.

Only the black blood scab told him that this was a new wound.

Sitting on the chair in the tent, Murphy's teeth began to chatter uncontrollably, and her fingers searched anxiously for the candy on her chest.

What exactly is going on?

Murphy had never seen such an abnormality even in his previous journey full of magic and aliens.

This was different from the healing given to the body by divine magic, nor was it the protection of the elves. It was as if the body itself began to stick together, and the muscles devoured each other.

Now it's no longer a question of having a strong body or fast wound healing. It's just like, yes, it's just like the regenerative ability of the monster made of piles of flesh seen in the mercenary city of Belphein.

The moment he thought of this, a feeling close to fear surged through Murphy's heart.

He put the candy into his mouth, feeling the sweetness melting in his mouth, then raised his head, and all he saw was the slightly dirty fabric of the tent.

What's going on? His inconclusive thoughts kept running in circles in his mind.

"Now that you're in, you won't refuse, right?"

Murphy continued with his boring thoughts until his brain was almost hot, when a voice came to his ears from outside the tent.

Even without seeing, he could tell who the owner of the voice was.

After all, there were only a few people who spoke in such an arrogant tone, and among the people he knew, there was only one such person.

Murphy suddenly covered the scar on her shoulder with her clothes, her eyes still fixed as she opened her lips.

"Hey, hey, how dare you do something so horrible? If you dare to refuse, your neck will be on the tip of a knife."

Murphy laughed dryly and made a joke, then lowered her neck, which was still tilted up in the air. The scene that came into her eyes was beautiful silver hair swaying in the air.

She wore a long sword at her waist that was disproportionate to her height, and had a pair of sharp silver eyes that would instill fear in everyone who faced her.

The person standing at the entrance of the tent was, as Murphy had expected, Filia Reinhardt.

For a moment, Filia pouted as if expressing dissatisfaction.

Seeing her like that, Murphy thought, I shouldn't have said anything wrong, right? But for Filia, that might be a hard thing to accept.

"You, you're not confusing me with some ferocious beast, are you?"

Isn't that so? Ah, I see. It's her pride that prevents her from accepting the fact that she is as strong as a beast. What a trouble.

Although these words immediately rose from Murphy's heart, he did not say them out loud, because he knew very well that if he said them out loud, the sword would really chop down on his head.

Therefore, in response to Filia's question, he just shook his head slightly, picked up the bottle of wine on the table, and said.

"I'm sorry, although I let you in, this is all the wine we have left. If you want new wine, please tell An and he will arrange it for you."

As he said that, Murphy threw the almost empty bottle of wine at Filia.

Although Filia probably didn't come to the tent specifically to drink, it was extremely rude not to even offer a glass of wine to someone visiting. Among people of lower class origin, this was considered a kind of common sense.

Filia blinked in surprise for a moment, but she finally put her lips on the bottle of wine gracefully, letting her throat make a sound.

It's still the same as before, he has an inexplicably good relationship with alcohol. Even so, being able to treat Filia to drinks was only possible after Murphy came to this era.

Murphy cast a look at Filia, who wet her lips and sat down on the chair without even saying hello, urging her to speak quickly.

Then, Filia said, "It's no big deal."

"It's about the city of Philos. An said that the reply from there should be delivered soon."

While speaking, Filia stared at Murphy with her clear and transparent silver eyes.

What Filia was talking about was probably a threatening letter sent by the Church of Heraldry to the autonomous city of Filos.

Although I don't remember the details, the general idea was that they could either surrender and open the gates, or burn the entire city to ashes as a coffin, and these options were given to the other party for them to choose.

Although the content seemed a bit cruel, it was a letter written by An, who had a talent for interpersonal communication that was worth boasting about.

Then these contents are probably beyond the reach of a superficial person like me. Murphy has a deep self-awareness of this.

Of course, if the negotiation was in an alley, he would still be somewhat confident.

Seeing Murphy nod in response, Filia spoke word by word.

"Although I believe in An's talent, that's just human nature. Only God knows which way the dice will turn. So, if the autonomous city of Philos refuses to be incorporated into the Heraldry Cult."

Filia continued, "If that really happens, Murphy—I want to hear from you how you plan to use me in advance."

How, use it. Hearing these words from Filia, Murphy's eyes suddenly widened and his lips moved up and down.

To be honest, using Filia, who was once my admiration, as a chess piece is bound to feel awkward no matter what. It feels like forcing myself to wear gloves that are the wrong size.

Moreover, judging from Filia's personality, she is definitely not the kind of person who serves others. To be honest, I have never heard of her serving anyone.

Even so, Filia said this now... Ah, it's because she wants to abide by the result of the duel in Belphein.

Regardless, her ability to maintain her reserve to the end is indeed very similar to Filia.

For a few moments, Murphy, feeling speechless, held her lips together, carefully choosing her words, and spoke.

"It's hard to say, but I don't intend to use my swordsman lightly."

Those were the words that leaked from Murphy's heart.

Ultimately, Filia is not the type to follow orders from others, especially in a place called a battlefield. A monarch's status is more appropriate for her.

No matter who it is, they will be fascinated by her figure, their sight will be taken away by her, and they will be led by her back. She is truly the ruler of the battlefield.

During this battle, some soldiers also heard words of admiration for Filia, such as "Valkyrie" and "Silver-haired Beauty on the Battlefield".

The soldiers probably made up that story to prevent themselves from getting shaken. After all, they were in front of Filia, so there was nothing they could do.

Filia is undoubtedly a hero, and that has not changed since a long time ago.

Although there are some prejudices against Filia's personality, the talents she possesses are real.

Because of this, Murphy could understand the soldiers' admiration for Filia, which was the same as her own.

So, with this thought in mind, he spoke.

"Anyway, just leave me alone. You shouldn't be the type to act in my hands, Filia."

The moment I said these words.

——Snap, Zero

There was a loud noise in the tent, and the sound of a wine bottle shattering instantly.

Chapter 3 Entrustment

——Snap, Zero.

A few seconds after the breaking sound hit her earlobe, Filia realized that her right hand was expressing pain.

She glanced over casually and saw the shattered wine bottle and her own skin cut by the bottle fragments.

A little blood dripped from his palm, licking the ground.

There was a numbing pain in my head, but the pain was squeezed out of my mind in an instant. Now I didn't have time to dwell on these trivial matters.

So, Filia turned her gaze to Murphy again.

What did this guy just say? What did this man in front of me say to me?

——Just leave me and take action.

Just thinking about these words, Filia felt a burning heat rising throughout her body, as if to make her blood boil.

The beautiful silver eyes were twisted to the point where they could not be twisted any further, and the lips were bent down hard.

Just leave me alone, what does that mean? I've assisted him, I've already curtsied to him and sworn allegiance to him, and now you don't need me anymore, are you abandoning me?

Filia's molars clenched tightly, making a crunching sound.

"...What does that mean? You don't need me anymore, do you?"

The voice that slowly murmured out was so trembling that even Filia herself was surprised.

Had his words ever trembled so violently before? Furthermore, it wasn't due to excessive anger, but rather a trembling of fear that mingled with his words.

Has this kind of thing ever happened before?

Ah, so that's how it is. I was afraid... How embarrassing! What a fragile and useless woman I have become. Although I realize that I have become weak, I didn't expect it to be to this extent.

Filia was incredibly helpless against the emotions that were rising in her heart.

She was afraid that she might be abandoned by the man she loved so much, or even by the lord she swore allegiance to.

Until now, Filia has ignored them because she hates the fragility of caring about these things one by one from the bottom of her heart.

Filia firmly believes that the most valuable thing in the world is power, that is, strength.

Filia does not tolerate the concept of "weakness" not only for herself but also for others, and firmly believes that the pursuit of strength is the right way to exist.

This was clearly the way it should be, but now, what was going on with this look? What was going on with this overly fragile spirit?

If that were the case, wouldn't she be just like the weaklings she hated? Filia's breathing quickened slightly, and as if to restrain herself, she clenched her slender fingers tightly.

Murphy stared at the broken bottle, his cheeks twitching slightly in shock, and in response to Filia's question, he chose his words carefully.

"That's not the case. I just think that if it were you, Filia, it would be better for you to act more freely and as you please."

Filia narrowed her eyes as if she wanted to chew through every word of Murphy's words.

Several seconds had passed before she could see her reaction again. During these seconds, Filia carefully understood what Murphy said.

The moment she understood all of this, a sound like her heart was about to beat out of her body came from within Filia.

What made my heart beat faster wasn't the fear that had been stirring inside me for a while, nor was it the sadness.

Rather, it was the complete opposite of those emotions, a heat that seemed to burst out of his throat.

Filia's lips began to tremble and twist as she uttered words.

——Really? So you mean you don’t need my hand anymore, is that right?

His lips expressed dissatisfaction, and the corners of his eyes seemed to be burning.

Those words were no longer something advanced like words; they were simply the sound of the heat swirling in the heart pouring out.

Filia stood up suddenly, and regardless of her bleeding right hand, the corners of her mouth couldn't help but curl up.

A strong impulse was swirling in her chest. If she hadn't paid special attention, she would have almost pulled out the sword hanging at her waist.

Human emotions are truly amazing, Filia thought.

Just a moment ago, I was still like a fool, afraid that Murphy would abandon me and treat me as useless.

But now, all the timidity and worries have completely disappeared, and what remains is only the impulse burning in my heart.

Murphy's mouth twitched and his eyes widened, as if he wanted to say something, but Filia was still a few seconds faster than him.

Filia grabbed Murphy's cheeks with her fair right hand, and any resistance was meaningless in front of her.

Then, Filia leaned towards Murphy, who was still sitting on the chair, and while holding him down, she spoke.

Silver eyes, gleaming with a dark light, stared at their master.

"Yes, even though you are the master, you can't be too indulgent. It's my fault, Murphy."

Filia's voice was extremely cheerful, as if she was mocking something, almost like the whisper of a devil.

A beautiful arc crossed her cheek, her expression revealed coldness and ferocity, and her sharp canine teeth were faintly visible between her lips.

Filia felt that every part of her body was inexplicably filled with strength, a feeling she had never experienced before.

Now, Murphy's face, which felt like it could be wrapped around her palm, was crushed to pieces along with the bones.

Was it because of this reason that Filia gently stroked Murphy's cheek with both hands as if she was handling something delicate.

At the same time, in order to prevent him from escaping, he continued to hold his body down tightly.

"Listen carefully, remember this carefully, and don't forget it."

Pressing her hot breath against Murphy's ear, Filia whispered, as if she was teaching a pet dog with a bad memory a lesson, instilling words directly into her brain.