After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

There are many ways to say the word "devil", or rather, there are endless ways to say it.

But if you insist, it's the Great Devil, or the Great Demon Lord himself.

The Great Demon is both the primary element of evil and the supreme being of the demons, demons, and devils that are spreading throughout this world.

Moreover, he is also called the enemy of God and the enemy of mankind.

However, despite such exaggerations, those terrible creatures disappeared long ago - they died out in the mythical era when natural elements still dominated the earth and were full of demons.

It is said that the most recent great demon, the evil dragon Brigante, died by having his heart shattered by the god of the cathedral.

Contrary to the history I heard from Kasina, according to the most widely circulated legend in the world, demons such as monsters and demons were transformed from the scattered flesh and blood of the evil dragon.

Of course, although the contents of legends and history are different, there are also similarities between the two, such as the birth of demons is inseparable from dragons.

Then, even monsters and demons that exist as lower-level demons are still very threatening to the human race.

Being compared to such an existence is such a great honor that it makes people want to walk with their heads held high.

Thinking of this, Murphy made a sound in his throat and deliberately chose some light-hearted words and spoke.

"It's truly an honor. So, after the Great Demon, what will they call me? I'm looking forward to it."

This should be an appropriate response.

If the response is too blunt, the negotiations that have finally come to this point are likely to collapse.

However, it's fine if you treat it as a joke and respond with appropriate, light-hearted words.

Murphy looked at Philos Trett with a smile on his face and suddenly thought of it.

She is such a gentle person. It seems that she intends to treat my rude remarks just now as a joke, so she made further remarks in this direction to give me a way out.

Since he is in the position of ruler, he is already an adult compared to her.

Having said that, she is still at the age where she can be called a girl, but her expression is very mature, and the looming darkness can be vaguely seen in the depths of her pupils.

Just like that, after Murphy and Philos Tret smiled at each other and stopped talking, the icy space finally melted away.

The servants of Filos Tret exhaled the heavy air that had been pent up in their lungs for a long time, while Madia blinked several times and stared at Murphy.

That sharp gaze that seemed to generate a sense of pressure seemed to be saying: Mattia is now very dissatisfied with his casual remarks.

But if possible, Murphy really hopes that Mattia can let him go. After all, in a sense, it has ended smoothly now, which is a good result.

And, in fact, Murphy is not a stupid person who likes to say such things casually.

The so-called language is something that is not surprising no matter how many disasters it brings from anywhere. Even he would not say alarmist words in vain.

So why did he still say those words?

Because she is indeed worth the risk Murphy takes.

Murphy knew about her, Philos Treat, and was sure that it was correct.

Because Philos Tret was the woman who had made him and countless others bow their heads.

She looked down upon the princes with her white eyes, and transformed from a beautiful puppet into a poisonous snake.

——The illegitimate son of the King of Leiden, Amilez Leiden, and a concubine’s princess.

In the past world, after a great disaster, there was a woman who gained real power in the Kingdom of Leiden. She was labeled as a vicious woman and a devil in woman's clothing, and she did whatever she wanted.

Chapter 10 The Man Whose Ankle Was Grabbed

A princess born out of wedlock.

At that time in the past, she was called this because she was the illegitimate child of Amilez Leiden, the ruler of the Leiden Kingdom.

Some say she was born from a commoner servant, while others say she was the child of love between the king and a lower-class noble. Her exact origins are no longer verifiable.

After all, only a very few people, including the king, knew the truth, and these people had disappeared when the princess was born in this ocean called the world.

In addition, the excessive amount of negative comments about her may also be one of the reasons why the truth cannot be discerned.

The illegitimate princess, once in the royal capital of Leiden, was known by that title, and rumors began to emerge one after another around her in an attempt to belittle her.

In the end, I couldn't even tell what was true and what was a lie.

Normally, as a member of the royal family, there shouldn't be any bad words spoken against them. The royal bloodline is protected by the great sword called the nation, and it is impossible for anyone to speak ill of it.

So why is this princess so overwhelmed with negative reviews? It's actually quite simple: it's just stupid.

People around her hoped that she could be an actress who read lines and danced according to the script, but she played the villain who abandoned the script and ruined the play. That was the only reason.

After all, in the chaotic period after the disaster, although she was an illegitimate child, she was indeed a princess who inherited the bloodline of Amilez.

So, should we say she was worthy of her "noble demeanor"? Soon, nobles in the kingdom began to emerge, hoping to use her to erode the real power of the Kingdom of Leiden.

And at the beginning, the development of the story was indeed the same as their script.

But in the very end, the nobles had their wrists twisted by the woman they had once insulted as a little girl.

All the real power that should have been in her hands was taken away by her.

It is not difficult to understand that feeling. The regret, hatred, and anger that surged in the hearts of the nobles must be difficult to describe in words.

The power that could change the world, known as the nation, was right there, but in the end it flew away from your hands. If you want to experience that feeling, it might be easier to go crazy.

Because of the tortuous process of obtaining the royal power and her illegitimate status, she was extremely hated by the nobles.

After all, nobles are obsessively concerned about whether the blood flowing in their bodies is noble. Their blood is extremely precious.

Because of this, they could not tolerate the fact that she, who might have commoner blood, was in power.

The result was that the princess was the recipient of all the bad reviews, and that was that.

A poisonous woman, a snake, a demon in woman's skin, these were the infamy that she, now known as Philos Tret, bore in the past.

However, she was an enemy to some people, and it wasn't just in the past.

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"Through this alliance, Philos will be able to hold out for a while. I hope we can get through the cold period smoothly."

When the autonomous city of Philos came into view, an official uttered this, as if finally breathing a sigh of relief.

Hearing his voice, the atmosphere of the guards around him seemed to ease.

Ruler Philos Tret nodded slightly at the officer's words and laughed himself. The stone that had solidified in his chest seemed to finally fall.

The Church of Heraldry has formed an alliance with the autonomous city of Philos, or more precisely, with its ruler Philos Tret.

In other words, both sides vowed not to fight each other and to establish a cooperative relationship.

Of course, such an alliance would undoubtedly be shattered in a flash, and it would not be surprising if the Cathedral's army would raise their spears and surround them sooner or later.

But at least we can buy time.

Time is money now. During the period when this alliance is in effect, we can at least seek stability in the city and let the citizens live in peace.

In any case, the cold breath is imminent.

A truly cold wind blew past, and Philos Tret's teeth involuntarily bit the inside of her cheek. Something called cold pierced her body with a sharp breath.

How long will this cold spell last? Thinking this way, Philos Tret squinted his eyes and stared at the weak sun.

In a while, the white snow like silk threads will cover the ground.

When everything is swallowed up by white, it is no longer an area where people can walk normally.

At this time, the monsters that have been quietly hiding in the woods and the land will begin to run rampant on the earth.

Although the exact reason is unclear, when the cold wind howls and the fairies bury their bodies in the earth, those guys, the enemies of mankind, will become more active.

The only exceptions are probably the cathedrals and temples protected by God.

When seeing monsters walking in the snow, some scholars believe that this is their nature, while some sages believe that the snow brings magic power. No one knows what is true, there are only these few theories.

So it is obvious that once the cold period comes, the flow of goods will slow down significantly.

Building a caravan without hiring a certain number of mercenaries or adventurers is like throwing a piece of meat to a pack of wolves.

As a result, it became impossible for merchants to travel frequently from one city to another.

However, for mercenaries, adventurers and the like, they welcome the cold spell so that work can come one after another.

After all, even in the cold season, people still need to talk, there is no doubt about that.

Also, I heard that recently, while it's still a little warm here, you can already see a few monsters moving around.

What would happen then, if everything were covered in snow? Philos Treat blinked unconsciously at the bleak image that emerged in his mind.

How long will this cold spell last? It would be great if it were over within a few months.

However, I heard that there were times in the past that lasted for several years, and in those cases, the city of Philos could not even guarantee food and water with its current savings.

Someone once said that the changing of seasons is actually a transition from the human world to the demon world, and the white snow is proof of that.

At this moment, Philos Tret suddenly thought that maybe it was because of this that his white eyes were taboo. It was too unfair that people with white skin were popular.

Ah, but if my eyes are the same as Shirayuki's, that is, something that attracts demons, then perhaps it is true.

Just before, that great demon had also said that these eyes were beautiful, what a boring thing to say. Philos Tret closed his eyes for a moment beside the city gate and muttered to himself.

At this moment, as a guard gave a signal, the city gate made a heavy sound and slowly opened.

Things that must be done and proposals that must be dealt with must be piled up in the office... Thinking of this, Philos Tret closed his lips and narrowed his eyes.

In order to withstand the cold period, it is necessary to repair urban facilities, purchase food, and supply fuel, and it is also necessary to inspect the surrounding villages.

It is also necessary to provide appropriate compensation to the villages and villagers affected by this battle. If we open the city warehouses, it should still be in time.

Philos Treat, although sometimes a hated character, still loves the townspeople in her own way.

But even so, she does not think that meeting all the demands of the citizens is an expression of love.

Lighting the right path and guiding the people along. Philos Tret firmly believed that this was how a ruler should exist and how to express love.

Even if I get caught by a bad reputation, what does it matter?

The right person is someone who has to endure stronger storms than anyone else at all times. How can he be frightened by such things?

Therefore, even if the citizens scolded him to his face, Philos Tret would not even raise his eyebrows.

Even now, it was the same—what lay before him was not words, but the silver tip of a spear.

"--What does it mean?"

The moment he entered the city gate, Philos Tret did not show the slightest fear even when he saw a large number of citizens and spears raised towards him and his guards.

She just looked around with her white eyes, as if to say that this kind of thing had been expected.

The citizens he was supposed to love and protect were now raising their spears at him. Faced with this truly anomalous situation, Philos Tret simply watched.

How many citizens have gathered? Although it is impossible to count them at once, it is probably more than one or two hundred.

Furthermore, the fact that they could carry out such atrocities openly in front of the city gate meant that there were more people supporting them besides those gathered here.

As these thoughts swirled in Philos Tret's head, the sea of ​​people parted as if to clear a path.

On that road, a person walked slowly towards them.

"It's simple, the immoral Philos Tret. We will restrict your freedom under the authority of the People's Assembly."

The citizen's spokesperson, the president of the public assembly, the man called Rosso, shook his neatly trimmed beard and stared at Philos Tret with brilliant eyes.

Chapter 11 The Immoral Person

The pair of white eyes looked at the sky, with the corners of the eyes raised, and the long eyelashes pierced straight into the sky.

Is the emotion lodged in those eyes anger, disappointment, sympathy, or something like that?

However, no matter what kind of emotion it was, it definitely wasn't cowardice, Luo Zuo thought to himself as he looked at the girl in front of him.

The citizens showed their ferocious side without hesitation and raised their spears towards her.

However, even now, with her vision filled with gunpoint, she didn't even tremble a finger. Instead, she opened her lips and spoke with dignity, as if it was a matter of course.

"Rozo, the People's Assembly has no authority to restrain the rulers. Citizens, put down your guns immediately and return to your work."

That voice is crystal clear.

Philos Tretter's voice was as colorless as her eyes.

It is always upright, never bending wherever it goes, but just like a spear that thrusts straight forward.

This is her, Philos Treat.