After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

Luo Zuo knew very well that he had nothing else besides this.

Although he was just a man with nothing more than that, he was bathed in the support and cheers of the citizens in the assembly hall and was given the status of a spokesperson for the citizens.

This is wrong no matter what.

Luo Zuo said, his mustache slightly raised at the corner of his mouth.

"I want to tell the citizens. The days of falsehood are about to pass."

But that's fine, it's fine as long as it's not correct, because what I hate most are people who think they're correct.

Luo Zuo looked directly into the secretary's eyes and opened his mouth again.

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Wearing a green military uniform and thin gloves, Murphy frowned, moved his fingers slightly, and exhaled.

In the big tent, only he, Saint Madia, and her assistant, Larga An, were breathing the air.

If there were only three of us, the tent would feel quite spacious.

Murphy felt his chest growing heavier, he exhaled again, turned his gaze to Ann, and said.

"Is it really necessary for me to meet with the ruler of Philos as well? I think it would be better to erect a scarecrow there instead of me."

Wouldn't it be nice to play cards with others in your own tent, or just enjoy the breeze in the wild? Murphy said with such thoughts.

——As long as they show the slightest willingness to compromise, I will immediately escape from this tent where the air feels frozen.

Yes, that's what Murphy planned.

However, at this moment, An suddenly showed an expression as if he could see through his thoughts completely, and said.

"By the way, Master Murphy, don't take the wrong path when you sneak out. If that happens, I might accidentally cut off Master Murphy's addiction."

Hearing Ann's words, Murphy raised his waist slightly and returned to his seat. His face twitched unconsciously, as if he had a spasm.

After this battle, Lalge An has taken control of the circulation of supplies, and all distribution of supplies will go through his hands.

What she said now was actually saying to Murphy: If you dare to act on your own, from tomorrow on you will only be able to eat hard bread and dirty water.

Isn't that just intimidation? The same thing goes for the wine. The temperature is getting lower and lower, and if the wine is cut off, it's all over.

Damn it, if this happens, won't I have no choice but to bow my head and ask for help from this short ruler in front of me? Looking at the expression on Ann's face, Murphy lowered his head slightly, and the corners of his mouth twitched at the same time.

Perhaps because she found his hunched shoulders and frozen expression very amusing, Lalge An let out a soft laugh from his throat and a beautiful smile appeared on his face.

Recently, An has had a stern face no matter morning or night. I haven't seen him smile like this for a long time.

Just looking at that incredibly friendly smile, one would never guess that this was the man who repeated the calculations in his head every day in order to deliver all the baggage, mainly food and weapons, to the Heraldic Army without omission.

Perhaps Mattia was also moved by Ann's smile. A smile that looked even a little unreal appeared vaguely on her face, and her mouth was slightly raised.

Can you come and be my partner? Murphy's heart was filled with anticipation.

"Yes, the Saint and the Hero, because they are the ones they wish to negotiate with. And, Murphy, as I've said before, it's almost time for you to realize that you are the leader of the Heraldry Cult."

Then, the voice in Murphy's heart stopped. So that's it. It seems that no one is on my side here.

Saint Madia and Mephi, these are the people that the other party, Philos Tret, the ruler of the autonomous city of Philos, wants to negotiate with.

Should he surrender, or make the city his own grave? Faced with these two options, Philos Tret chose to join forces with this side.

But, she added, raising her hands and baring her belly in surrender was out of the question.

In a sense, that is natural. The city of Philos still has sufficient troops to fight against this side, and there are various situations inside and outside it. That is the fact.

Moreover, we don't have the luxury of implementing a tough strategy from beginning to end.

The Heraldry Cult suffered heavy losses in the Battle of Shanio, which could not even be called a victory, and their limbs were covered with scars.

To be honest, the real intention of the Heraldry Cult is to avoid unnecessary sacrifices by using Filos as an opponent.

Regardless, the Cathedral still has enough power to keep an eye on this head.

Taking into account the situations on both sides, the negotiation area was finally opened.

The number of people negotiating on both sides was the same, and the venue was in the large tent of the Heraldry Church.

Honestly, what's the point of having me around? It's truly puzzling, but since Saint Madia and negotiation expert An are both here, there's no problem. I can just sleep nearby.

Thinking of this, Murphy leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes.

Perhaps his brain couldn't stand the hardship of the past few days any more, and just by doing this he seemed to be able to let his consciousness fly away easily.

In the past few days, after learning that Murphy's wound had healed, Mattia and Ann came to him and forced tactics, future policies, and government affairs into his head.

Seriously, please let me go. My brain is structured completely differently from yours. Didn't someone say the right person should be in the right place? Forget about studying.

With this thought in mind, Murphy emptied his mind again.

Perhaps it was because of those daily gatherings, but although his body looked full of energy, his mind was already exhausted and on the verge of collapse.

My eyelids are so heavy, so heavy, it seems like even my consciousness is about to fall away. If I take one more step forward, I will be able to fall into a happy dream.

Then, just when Murphy was caught between dreams and reality.

——Murphy, what are you doing?

Mattia's voice, which seemed to be entangled deep in her ears, echoed in the tent.

Chapter 7 Sleepiness and the Manager's Eyes

"Murphy, what are you doing?"

Saint Matthias words made Murphy open his eyelids again, and his eyes began to feel the light again.

Perhaps because the sound that hit his ears lingered deep in his ears, the hairs on his back stood up slightly.

Exhaling a puff of white breath, he spoke.

"...I'm so sleepy. I feel like I can have a dream as sweet as golden silk."

There was weariness in Murphy's voice, but it wasn't fake.

After all, the strange voice echoing in his head has been telling him how tired he is, so no matter how he thinks about it, it must be caused by lack of sleep.

Moreover, most of the policies had already been decided by Madia, and the details would be filled in skillfully by Larg An, so it was not the turn of Mephi and the ruler known as Philos Tret to speak.

In other words, my only task was to lean back in the chair, so if that was the case, it wouldn't be a problem if I closed my eyes a little.

Thinking of this, Murphy forced himself to hold his heavy eyelids open, yawned, and put the center of gravity of his body on the armrest.

After hearing his words, Mattia smiled faintly and spoke.

"Murphy, you've been going to bed and getting up at the times I told you to these days, right? That's the amount of sleep your body needs, and you don't need more than that. I also decide when to eat, so you shouldn't be sleepy. Don't you agree, Ann?"

When asked, Ann said, "Yes, without a doubt," and accepted Mattia's words.

Just as the two were singing in unison, Murphy, who had been nodding his head because of sleepiness, bit the inside of his cheek. The sudden pain made him take a breath.

After sobering up a little, he turned his gaze to Mattia who was sitting next to him.

A faint, yet captivating smile immediately appeared on Mattia's face, as if to say, "Did I say something strange?"

I see. Although it's not nice, after being taught knowledge by Mattia and Ann yesterday, I forgot to sleep and went to play cards with the soldiers. This is something I can't say out loud...Okay, let's just pretend it never happened.

Thinking of this, Murphy quietly turned his eyes away from Mattia and took out a piece of candy from his arms.

"Master Murphy, speaking of which, it seems like there is some boring gossip."

Just when Murphy put the candy in her mouth, she felt relieved by the unique sweetness.

Ann began to speak in a tone that said it was really no big deal.

Looking at the inexplicably raised corners of her mouth, Murphy suddenly had a bad premonition, a very bad premonition.

He forced himself to suppress the trembling corners of his mouth, pretended to be relaxed, and responded: "What's wrong?"

"Yesterday, several soldiers violated military discipline, apparently carrying bottles of alcohol and tobacco they weren't supposed to have. I don't know where they got out, but someone must have violated military discipline by bringing them in, or perhaps they stole them."

An spoke word by word as if she was deliberately trying to hurt people, and her expression seemed very happy.

Murphy naturally knew about that incident, and he also knew where the tobacco and alcohol came from - in fact, he lost them to the soldiers when playing cards.

Although he had warned them to be careful not to be discovered, surprisingly, such things seemed to spread easily among the Heraldic Army.

At this point, Murphy had a general understanding of the situation and knew why Mattia raised her voice so loudly when he was a little drowsy.

"So, Murphy—I felt that your tent was unusually noisy last night. Was it my imagination?"

Let me go, what kind of interrogation is this... Facing Mattia's voice that seemed to penetrate his bones, Murphy raised his hands and sighed deeply.

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"I know. I'm sorry. It's my fault. I just thought a little fun was necessary. Don't punish the soldiers. The drinking and smoking were all my fault."

Seeing Murphy whispering with her hands raised and her back straight, Mattia couldn't help but smile deeply.

She felt like her heart was about to jump out of her throat, and even if she tried to tighten her cheeks, they would relax unconsciously.

No matter what, it's not good. Seeing him apologize to me, I feel very satisfied.

Originally, Mattia believed in her own knowledge and wisdom. She was not the kind of person who would allow mistakes in her calculations. She would never tolerate those who acted on their own.

But this time, Mattia didn't intend to punish Murphy harshly. After all, she had known this would happen.

Of course, I heard that Murphy's life so far has never been governed by military discipline or rules.

So, it is natural to feel constrained by these things and sometimes break the rules.

Because of this, Mattia had no intention of punishing Murphy too much.

That's right, if everything is tied up tightly from the beginning, humans will not be able to bear it.

Like Murphy said, a certain amount of play is necessary.

It would be crazy to tie everything up from the very beginning.

Mattia feels that it is actually necessary to relax appropriately according to the situation.

——However, things like forgiveness are absolutely not allowed.

Mattia's fingers slightly weakened, and there was heat in her eyes.

Anyway, even though I knew it, Murphy was no longer under my control.

Then, it is necessary to make him fully understand what this means.

Mattia moved her lips and spoke. Her voice was involuntarily mixed with other emotions, but Mattia tried hard to keep them in her throat.

"Well, it's a good thing that there was no violation of military discipline, yes, except that Murphy trampled on the agreement with me."

In order to effectively heal wounds and manage physical conditions, Mattia added several agreements to Murphy's daily life in this name.

Getting up at the time decided by Mattia, going to bed, and eating the food decided by her, that's all it is.

But Mattia told Murphy that these things alone could reduce the possibility of poisoning and make it easier to find the location of the poisoner, so this was an agreement that should be resolutely fulfilled.

This isn't something as strict as military discipline, nor is it a contract written on parchment, so it's really just an agreement, and there won't be any punishment even if it's violated.

However, through her interactions with Murphy over this period of time, Mattia understood that the word "agreement" could effectively make Murphy feel guilty.

It seems that he has put a lot of thought into this word, so why not make full use of it?

Everyone has broken an agreement at least once, but Murphy, with just the words "we made an agreement", was able to make him believe that it was his fault for breaking the agreement, so he was definitely not the kind of rude person who ignored the agreement.

What a wonderful thing that would be, thought Mattia.

Seeing Murphy's expression as if she accepted what she said and looked away, she felt the corner of her mouth twitch slightly.

If Murphy felt guilty, he would feel more guilty and would look at my face more often.

In this way, he will become less and less able to make his own judgments, and he will have to look at my face every time and ask me if this is okay.

But that doesn’t matter. As long as he lives under my management and is embraced by me, that’s enough. I believe it is related to his happiness.

For this reason, I will now keep teaching him what is right, whether it is the time to get up or the time to go to bed, and even manage his food, and put his body in the palm of my hands.

Looking at Murphy, who still had his hands raised and his eyes wandering, Mattia couldn't help but reveal a tolerant smile on her face.

"I'll hear your explanation later. I haven't forgotten your unauthorized assault on the battlefield."

So, what would Murphy let me hear later in my tent?

Mattia was looking forward to this very much. Although she still had a lot of things to deal with, she could spare no matter how much time she had for this.

During that boring conversation, time passed.