After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

This woman's essence is really unchanging.

"—Be careful not to get left behind, Filia."

In order to respond to Filia, Murphy deliberately put on a smile and said.

Chapter 5 The Righteous and the Wicked

The ruler of the autonomous city of Philos, Philos Tret, was sitting in his office, unconsciously biting the inside of his lip with his teeth.

What caught those white eyes was a piece of parchment sent by the Church of Heraldry. Judging from the fact that it was printed with their coat of arms, it was definitely not a forged letter.

The content engraved on it was exactly the same as what Philos Tret had imagined in his mind, without any change.

That is, forcing her to make a clear choice.

——Should he cooperate with the Church of Heraldry, which has no future, or perish along with the city?

Die here and now, or die after a little longer? Philos felt that this was the choice before him.

It’s the worst or the worst, no matter which side you choose, the result is the same.

Even if they join forces with the Church of Heraldry, they can only escape danger temporarily. Once the main force of the Cathedral approaches here, both the city of Philos and the Church of Heraldry will be crushed by the giant called the Cathedral.

Having said that, it is difficult to rely on assistance from the Cathedral and adopt a defensive strategy.

The areas around here have entered a truly cold period, and in the northern part of the continent, white snow is already faintly visible.

Even a cathedral that prides itself on its power wouldn't deploy a large-scale military here.

The look in the white eyes hardened, and Philos Tretter felt a slight tingling in his fingertips.

No matter how much the rumors were embellished, the Cathedral was indeed defeated by the Heraldry Cult.

The giant, or dragon, was frightened by the lizard called the Heraldry Cult.

If it happens only once, it can be called a coincidence, but if it happens a second time, it is fate.

Because of this, the next failure is absolutely intolerable for the Cathedral.

The people at the top of the Cathedral should be very clear about this, so at this time, they are unlikely to send troops on a large scale.

I think the Cathedral should be fully accumulating its military strength, morale, and hatred towards the Church of Heraldry during this cold period, quietly waiting for the snow to disappear.

If that were the case, the lifeblood of the city of Philos would suddenly plummet to the bottom.

Although this is a city that has been granted autonomy, it does have a certain amount of military force to guard against thieves and bandits.

The forces used at the Battle of Shanio were, at best, the private army of Philos Trete.

If we use the city's military strength, we may not be unable to fight.

It would be better to say that in the previous battle, most of the Heraldry army was wounded. If they fought skillfully, they might even gain the upper hand.

However, no matter how well you deal with it, you will never win.

When he thought of this, Philos felt as if something stubborn was crawling deep in his guts.

Regardless, the soldiers witnessed the Templar Army being swallowed up by the Heraldry Army, and... the existence of that crazy demon that pierced through the army and trampled on heads.

Before he knew it, the hairs on Philos' back stood up, and he couldn't even calm his tongue.

The fact that the Cathedral was defeated was enough to destroy the morale of the city's soldiers, and even the excitement of the battlefield could not cover it up.

So, is it really possible to lead these unenthusiastic people into war?

The so-called war is a ritual in which people's crazy enthusiasm collides with each other. Without enthusiasm and the will to crush the enemy, it is impossible to win.

And there's another reason why war shouldn't be waged. Philos thought, lowering his chin slightly.

The body slowly sat back on the office chair. It was almost time.

Just then, there were several knocks on the door. "Come in," Philos said in a voice that sounded like he had given up.

I had been informed in advance that there would be a guest coming today, someone who would take away the diplomatic tool called "war" from me.

"excuse me."

The officer's calm voice came in first, and then he appeared in front of the door.

"Lord Ruler Filos Tret. It is a great honor to meet you."

"Thank you for your hard work. Let's get this done quickly."

Where the door opened, Luo Zuo, a representative of the People's Assembly, was wearing a formal dress and bowed his head respectfully.

The man called Luo Zuo definitely has a bad background, and it can even be said that he is humble.

He didn't know his father's name, nor could he remember what his mother looked like. Born from the womb of a low-class prostitute, he had no parentage and no name.

Therefore, until he could remember, he did not know what his name was.

As long as you call him "Hello", he will understand that you are calling him... This is of course. After all, if he doesn't understand, it will be like a hot iron hitting your face.

When he was old enough to move his hands and feet, Luo Zuo started working as a brothel assistant.

His main job was sometimes to wash the sheets that were so dirty that they looked like lice were about to come out, and sometimes to be beaten by guests who were in a bad mood.

That was a normal part of life for Rosso, and he never questioned it.

At that time, Luo Zuo must have had nothing.

It has no brain that can think for itself, and perhaps it has even lost its emotions. It just kicks and moves, abusing its body. It will not move unless it is used in this way.

Luo Zuo still remembers that all he could eat was soup that tasted like mud and bread that was hard enough to break his teeth.

That's right, he had nothing, money, status, bloodline, or power. God gave Luo Zuo nothing.

All he was given was what could be called the will of God—to live earnestly.

And, one other thing.

"I know very well how busy the Ruler is, and I am at most just a spokesperson for the people's council. My own mouth is not worthy of speaking with you, my Lord."

Luo Zuo rolled his tongue and slid his lips as he spoke, his tone inexplicably powerful and weighty.

The sound echoed in the room, shaking Philos Tret's ears. Was it because of the way it was spoken? Rosso's words suddenly penetrated his mind.

To urge Roy to continue, Philos Tret nodded slightly and turned his gaze from the parchment in front of him to Rozo, his white eyes piercing through Rozo without emotion.

However, Luo Zuo seemed to have adapted to it, and he endured the determined gaze directed at him and said.

"Sending troops to the Cathedral resulted in us suffering heavy losses, and there's already talk in the Council that we can no longer participate in the war."

"I see."

Philos moved his lips slightly and nodded, his attitude simply saying that he knew the answer without even hearing it.

However, Luo Zuo had the same idea.

This ruler is well aware that even if he hears the opinions of the people, he will not suddenly change his attitude.

It has been like this until now, and it will probably always be like this from now on.

That's why people like me appear here.

Rosso blinked his unique, cold eyes and opened his lips.

As I said just now, at this moment, he had no right to speak to Philos Tret, and that mouth was only conveying the decision of the People's Assembly.

"Therefore, the people will not agree to fight against the Heraldry Church, let alone cooperate with it, and will also not agree to submit to it—"

"—Is that what you mean? I completely understand."

Philos was still sitting in his office chair, as if he had lost interest. He turned his eyes away from Rosso and looked back at the parchment in front of him, and said.

She made a sound that said how stupid that was.

As for Luo Zuo, he was also very aware that his words were too stupid.

The city of Philos was clearly hostile to the Church of Heraldry, yet it neither assisted the Church nor waged war? How could such a good thing happen?

Rather, if the world were filled with such good things, it would definitely be a better place.

If wishes can come true, there is salvation, and outstretched hands are accepted, then this world will surely be filled with beauty.

However, that kind of world doesn't exist anywhere.

The current situation of the autonomous city of Philos is such an obvious dilemma.

No matter which one you choose to grab and pull to your side, there will be a skeleton wrapped around it.

Luo Zuo actually even felt admiration for the girl Philos Tret, who still had a strong will in her eyes despite standing on this choice.

If it were the previous rulers, they would have already fled to the Kingdom of Leiden or made overtures to the Church of Heraldry.

But the girl here now still wants to find the best solution in this worst-case scenario, and sits on the seat of the ruler with gritted teeth.

It's amazing, it's a mirror for rulers, it's exactly what the Cathedral calls the righteous ones, you can even say long live them, even the unrighteous ones themselves want to cheer.

Apart from this correctness, it is useless.

Hearing what Philos Tret said, Rosso smiled as if to leave a good impression and said.

"The above is the unanimous opinion of the public assembly. We citizens all hope that our ruler, Lord Filos Tret, will choose a better path."

Although it's unpleasant, this girl will definitely continue to choose the right path, Luo Zuo thought to himself.

Chapter 6 Error

In the lord's mansion where the lord lived, Luo Zuo's figure appeared with the sound of heavy footsteps.

There was almost no expression on that face. Only in front of others would he look cheerful and smile.

As long as you do this, it will be easy to gain the trust and goodwill of others. On the contrary, just a gloomy expression will cause others to be unhappy. Luo Zuo is very clear about this.

In front of the gate, the guard raised his right hand and saluted Luo Zuo.

Rosso is the spokesperson for the citizens. To the guards, as a guard of the manor and as a member of the citizens, Rosso is undoubtedly someone they should respect.

Luo Zuo, who had been expressionless until now, easily put on a smile. He waved gently to the guards and walked out of the main gate with a dignified step.

It was as if he was saying that he was the master of this place, and no one would blame him for his appearance.

"How does the Ruler respond? Lord Rozo."

The man who followed Rosso like a secretary waited in front of the door. While handing Rosso his oversized coat, he spoke in a low voice that was completely opposite to Rosso's extremely loud voice.

Luo Zuo twisted his mouth softly and said.

"Just as expected, although that's only natural."

Recalling the image of Philos Tretter in the office, Rozo said, "That's right. It's just as expected, or perhaps it's only natural."

If you ask why, it's because she's the type of person who always takes the right path.

The same thing happened during the Battle of Shanio. In order for Filos, a mere autonomous city, to survive, it naturally had to cling to the powerful Cathedral.

She even used her own private army to make a statement. Her choice, both as a ruler and as a human being, must have been correct.

So, on the other hand, whether it is myself or the majority of the citizens who oppose her actions, it must be wrong, Luo Zuo said in his heart.

That must be the case. After all, even as a leader of the citizens, he didn't feel that he was right at all.

Perhaps only the citizens will insist that they are right.

That's right. I was wrong. Many of the things I told the citizens in the Legislative Assembly were just empty words.

He extorted money from the Cathedral and the Church of Heraldry, and forced Filos Tret to the brink of disaster, pushing her, who was always right.

Therefore, this behavior is definitely wrong, but even so, Luo Zuo is still on this wrong path.

Next to Luo Zuo, the secretary's face was distorted and he opened his mouth to speak.

"How pathetic, how can I put it? That Byakugan really won't wake up until the very last moment."

It was a very, angry tone, and Rosso felt his lips harden slightly.

This has been the catchphrase of the citizens of Philos lately.

——Ruler Philos will not wake up until the last moment. That guy doesn't know what is right.

No matter who they are, they all act like they know it all and say what the people have instilled in them.

When he heard those words, Luo Zuo felt like his side was about to collapse.

This guy God did not give himself money, status, bloodline, or power.

Nothing except the ability to incite people's hearts and blind their eyes to darkness.