After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

It was not until the sunlight began to grow stronger that the messenger's loud voice resounded in the tent.

—Lord of the Municipal City of Filos, Lord Filos Tret has arrived. Please prepare.

In the distance, the sound of horses neighing was heard.

Chapter 8 The Witch and the Evil Dragon

The dry wind lashed Philos Tret's cheeks, stirring up dust and swaying the dress entwined around her.

It seems that the wind is really strong today, which makes people wonder if there are fairies playing around.

With his affairs officer and guards behind him, Philos Tret walked as if he was trampling heavily on the territory of the Heraldry Cult.

Was it because of his own white eyes, or because of the attire of the Grand Templars? Philos Tret knew that there were so many curious eyes directed at him that it was annoying.

Although this is rude, there is no way to refuse. If you ask why, the other party is rare, and the same is true for this side.

After all, the Templars rarely see the Heralds out and about, and as for the elves, they have only heard of them in legends.

Both the decoration and the ornamentation were at odds with the values ​​of Philos Tret, the values ​​of the Templars.

Is this a different race, a different culture? Philos Trett exclaimed frankly, flashing her white pupils and monocle.

Until now, she had had very few opportunities to leave the city of Philos. Not to mention encountering different cultures, she had never even seen a different race.

Philos couldn't help but turn his gaze.

However, that curiosity was probably just a way to cover up the tension hidden deep inside his heart. Although he swallowed several times, he couldn't relieve his thirst.

"This is where the negotiations will take place. Lord Filos Tret."

The soldier leading the way put his arms beside his chest and saluted to clear the way.

There is a big tent in front of me. I'm afraid he is here.

For a moment, Philos Tret felt a slight numbness in the toes, and a feeling of absolute anxiety and tension passed around his stomach.

After taking a breath without being noticed by those around him, Philos gently comforted the soldier who was leading the way while walking into the big tent.

——There was no doubt that they were there, the witch of the Heraldry Cult, and the man known as the Great Evil.

As agreed beforehand, there are three people on both sides.

The one sitting in the middle is probably the witch Madia.

The light that covered those eyes was undoubtedly the radiance of faith, a feeling sometimes only seen in those who are called saints.

Moreover, the elegant manners and refined movements are very eye-catching.

This alone makes it clear why she is revered as a saint by the Heraldry Cultists and hated as a witch by the Cathedral.

The petite woman to her left was probably the witch's secretary.

Even in the few words of greeting, her talent could not be concealed. Moreover, the fact that she was allowed to participate in such negotiations was in itself proof of her ability.

Then, finally, Philos Tret cast his gaze to the right side of the witch, his eyes fierce, and spoke in a rude manner without concealing his own.

The great evil, the lord of evil, the traitor, Murphy.

His eyes were like sharp blades, piercing through this side. Although he said few words, his expression told me that someone was swirling in his head.

Philos Treat's shoulders shrank unconsciously.

What you see on the battlefield is the brutal act of killing all the soldiers and the sight of people crushing their heads with their horses' hooves.

Moreover, I sacrificed my life, but he treated it as unnecessary and threw it away casually, causing me that humiliation.

Whether she wanted to or not, that scene was portrayed in her eyes.

The hot breath that was about to overflow from his lips was suppressed by Philos Tret with all his might.

The indignation of being looked down upon and insulted now seemed to be crawling out of his throat.

Even though this was the case, the man acted as if he saw me for the first time, staring at me with great curiosity.

Is that so? Apparently, I was considered not even worth remembering. I was looked down upon like that.

I heard that Murphy was identified as a great evil by the brave men recognized by the Cathedral, and was also given the title of Lord of Evil by His Holiness the Pope.

In the past, the only person to be granted this title and name was the Great Demon Brigante, the evil dragon whose heart was shattered by the One and Only God Cassia in the mythological era.

There is also a saying that Cassia cut off the head of the evil dragon and became the only god to rule the world.

He is actually compared to an evil dragon. What kind of person is he?

In Philos Tret's heart, there was a slight curiosity, as well as strong vigilance and indignation, and worry about what he might do during the negotiations.

However, in this negotiation, not inviting him would be even more terrifying.

The rumor that he was the man who held the real power of the Church of Heraldry and controlled the army also reached Philos' ears.

Even if you sign a contract with the witch, it will be meaningless if it is overturned by the evil dragon.

If we want to join forces with the Church of Heraldry, we should sign a solid contract.

Here, no matter what, we must bring back clear contracts and records, even if the negotiating parties are witches and evil dragons.

However, as if to forcibly dispel Philos Tret's concerns, the negotiations went more smoothly than ever before.

The witch Madia and the girl named Rager Ann proposed an alliance plan to Philos Tret. They did not want the city of Philos to kneel down as a subordinate of the Heraldry Church, but simply hoped that they could become partners.

Judging from the parchment delivered earlier, it can be said that the content has been quite softened.

What they hope for is material supplies, securing dormitories, and providing intelligence. I'm afraid that the so-called provision of materials also means confiscating our weapons and armor and eliminating threats.

Although there are some parts that are difficult to understand, it is by no means unacceptable.

However, this unexpected development still made Philos Tret roll his eyes.

After all, if the demands are too tough, we can temporarily suspend the negotiations and urge the other party to make concessions, but it seems that this method can no longer be relied upon.

Judging from the layout of the autonomous city of Filos, the Church of Heraldry would definitely want to bring it into their sphere of influence at all costs. This thought surfaced in Filos Tret's mind.

From now on, regardless of whether the Church of Heraldry will march towards the capital of the Kingdom of Leiden, it will not let go of Philos, which serves as a bridgehead.

If they continued to advance, they might be attacked from both sides by Philos.

But if they retreat without doing anything, then after the long and harsh winter, this city will become the Cathedral's frontline base.

Therefore, the Church of Heraldry will never let go of the city of Philos.

If you accept the conditions, you will be welcomed as an ally, but if you don't, they will destroy this place to avoid being harmed.

Philos Trett squinted his eyes, talked to the officer, and kept thinking in his mind.

To be honest, this request is not bad. The content of the alliance is self-evident, especially the fact that the object of the alliance is not the city of Philos, but Philos Tret personally.

If the content is like this, the only one who is allied with the Heraldry is the ruler himself. Even if the Heraldry is swallowed up by the Cathedral, there is hope of resolving the situation by punishing only himself, and the autonomy of the city of Philos can be preserved.

Of course, the possibility of this happening is small, but it is very different from being completely impossible.

Although it is not known whether it was the witch Madia or someone else who came up with the plan, it seems that they are much smarter than the rumors say.

Conversations were swirling in the big tent as negotiations between the Heraldry Cult and Philos Tret continued.

At that moment, Philos suddenly became concerned about Murphy, who hardly spoke, and turned his gaze away.

Although the negotiations were going smoothly, Philos had mixed thoughts in his mind: I wonder if he would cause any trouble?

But Murphy didn't even open her mouth, she just kept staring at Philos Treat's face.

What's going on? His monocle and his white eyes are indeed unique, but they're not something he can look at constantly without getting tired of.

Rather, most people would look away out of fear and disgust.

Stared at by that sharp gaze, Philos Tret couldn't help but turn his face towards Murphy. As if influenced by her, Mattia and Ann also turned their eyes in that direction.

There was a tiny, blank gap in the pause when no one spoke for some reason. As if being chased by it, Murphy opened her mouth and spoke.

"I hope you don't get angry, but your right eye, that's not natural, right? Ah, if you don't want to answer, then don't answer."

Murphy said this in a tone that sounded like it was really nothing.

In an instant, Philos Tret felt his eyebrows jump violently.

Chapter 9: Poisonous Woman

Murphy blinked her eyes, as if her heart was bewitched, and her sight was drawn to it. She stared at those pure white eyes, which even reminded people of inorganic matter, for several times.

Of course, the reason why he cast a strange look at me was not just because of the strange color, that was not the case.

The voice coming from the depths of Murphy's memory was telling him that he had seen these eyes before, in the past, although he had only seen them a few times, but he had indeed seen them.

The monocle that gave people the impression of being a thousand miles away, and the white eyes hidden behind the lens that seemed to be able to see into the deepest thoughts of others.

Although the name is different and the atmosphere is quite different, I shouldn't have encountered someone with eyes like this so early.

Thinking of this, Murphy felt as if some emotion passed through the edge of his chest. He tilted his lips, as if speculating, watching Philos's expression and every move.

If you keep staring at someone like this without looking away, the person being stared at will easily notice it.

Just like that, the owner of the white eyes, Philos Trett, finally noticed Murphy's gaze.

There was a hint of surprise in her eyes as she looked at Murphy from the front, her snow-white eyes seemed to pierce through his head.

It was then that Murphy suddenly realized - oh, damn, how uneducated I was. If I kept staring at her like that, she would definitely think that she was staring at me out of curiosity, which would definitely make her feel uncomfortable.

"I'm sorry." Murphy apologized and said as if to respond to her gaze: "Your right eye, that's not natural, right? Ah, if you don't want to answer, then don't answer."

Although it was only seen from a distance, the owner of the white eyes that Murphy had encountered once pointed at his own eyes and said that it was acquired.

So, if the person he knew and the girl in front of him, Philos Tret, were really the same person, then the right eye must have been formed later in life.

Thinking of this, Murphy spoke out the words that came to his mind exactly as they came to his mind, however.

The next instant, as if offended by the atmosphere itself, the air froze.

The gaze of Philos Trett that pierced Murphy's cheek was enough to give her nerves a direct sense of pain.

Although a smile appeared on that face, it was hard to tell whether it was a genuine smile.

At the same time, Mattia and Ann, who were sitting next to Murphy, also narrowed their eyes and looked at him. Although neither of them spoke, Murphy knew very well that they must have something to say.

As for the other party, Philos Tret's two henchmen, they stared at the ground as if they were trying desperately to escape from this space.

So that's how it is. Should I take it for granted? Philos Tretter's eye roll didn't seem like a topic worth discussing.

Of course, Murphy also understood that it was not a topic that should be touched upon lightly.

Despite this, he still wanted to confirm directly whether the girl here was really the same person he knew.

Yes, even though he was fully aware of how rude the question was, he still wanted to know.

Accepting the gaze that pierced her whole body, Murphy continued to stare at Philos Tret's face.

At the end of his sight, Philos Tret raised his eyebrows, curled his lips as if in hesitation for a moment, and then slowly uttered words.

"I'm glad you knew that I was in an accident some time ago and lost most of my sight in that eye."

"Does it make you feel uncomfortable?"

This figure spoke while holding up the monocle with his fingertips.

At that time in the past, although I had only seen it from a distance, even so, this figure did overlap with the one in my memory.

The voice, tone, and way of speaking remain the same.

As expected, although I don't know why even the name has changed, and he is in this city which is the border of the Kingdom of Leiden, but the behavior and those white eyes must be the person I know, there is no mistake.

Thinking of this, Murphy nodded slightly and replied.

"No, it's nothing. I've met people with eyes like this before. They were exactly the same beautiful eyes. I thought you were the same person, so I couldn't help asking. Sorry."

Murphy raised her hands slightly in apology as she spoke.

He wouldn't ask any more questions. After all, since it was Philos Tret who said that, he wouldn't lie. At least that's what he believed.

And Ella once said that although she has a bad reputation among the people, she is not someone who would easily tell lies.

Of course, it would be a joke to say that Philos Treat was not the same person as he knew him.

Hearing Murphy's words, Philos Treat raised her head, her cheeks twitched slightly, and then, her trembling lips carefully selected the words and spoke.

"It's okay, please don't worry about it. I'm just a little surprised that not many people mention these eyes. As expected of someone who's on par with the Great Demon Brigant in the Kingdom of Leiden, you're quite magnanimous."

Perhaps this is the revenge of Philosopher Trett, Murphy thought. As a response to being stepped on, it was just one sentence, which was really gentle.

Murphy moved her lips gently, choosing her words.