After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

If it were now, maybe we could restore everything to its original state.

Once we officially become the enemy of the Heraldic Church, we are doomed.

As Filos Tret had said, the city of Filos would perish. Rozo himself was well aware of this.

So, if we ever have to turn back, it’s now.

Now, I can still clean up everything safely.

Luo Zuo closed his eyes, then, as if to make his subordinates and the city soldiers deployed in front of the door prick up their ears, he cleared his throat and spoke.

"—Fellow citizens, the enemy has arrived! That demon will definitely come here. This must be God's will!"

High and upright.

In the same way as he had done until now, Rosso caressed the ears of the citizens with his voice. For him, there was nothing better than this.

Luo Zuo's expression was distorted.

"The Kingdom of Leiden and the Cathedral have promised us! They are willing to give us great support in defeating the cult! Everyone, don't be afraid. Only by persevering here can we be saved!"

Luo Zuo said that it seemed to be absorbed into other people's brains and resonate deep in their internal organs.

——The demons of the Heraldry Cult want to devour this city. If we don’t fight, we will die. If we hold on here, support will arrive.

Rosso instilled these words into the citizens over and over again.

Although it sounds a bit absurd, to the citizens who are members of the Cathedral, what Rosso said sounds true.

Every citizen is taught as a child that Heralds are like demons and beasts, staring at our chests at all times.

Those guys are always waiting for an opportunity to tear our heads to pieces. They are not the same human beings as us.

Likewise, when true suffering comes, God will give us salvation.

Therefore, it is impossible for citizens to join forces with the devil.

The kind-hearted citizens firmly believed that Philos Tret, who had attempted to make peace with the devil, was a pervert who had sold her soul. Anyone who approached her would have their soul taken away.

So, surely, Rozo wasn't deceiving them.

He simply whispered ideals in the ears of the citizens, gave them the future they wanted to believe in, instilled in them the conviction that it was a just means, and that was all.

Even in the secret letter sent from the Kingdom of Leiden, there was not a single mention of such a thing.

Sometimes the truth is something you can't see no matter how hard you try.

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The autonomous city of Philos is surrounded by open plains, so the city can have a good view of the distance. If bandits or the like appear, the city soldiers can arrive quickly.

Moreover, since there are no steep mountains nearby, transportation is very convenient.

It was probably because a city was built in a place suitable for trade. In the past, the city called Philos was very prosperous as a transit city to the Kingdom of Leiden.

But the disadvantage is that it is easy to deploy a large number of soldiers in places like plains. Perhaps for this reason, Philos has experienced several tragic falls in history.

But now, only at this time, this disadvantage seems to replace the advantage.

In front of the city gate of Philos, Murphy reflexively clenched his teeth as he looked at the Philos city soldiers who had prepared catapults and guns and surrounded him and his soldiers.

He said as if he was sighing.

"Although I heard that it was to replenish supplies, does that also include replenishing troops, An?"

Compared to the Heraldry Cult's guard team of less than a hundred people, the Philos city soldiers, just looking at the front, are almost seven hundred people.

Moreover, a surprise attack was specially prepared to drive out the troops and drive them here.

This means that there must be soldiers waiting behind us. We have fallen into a complete trap.

From the moment he saw the stone bullet, Murphy had a bad feeling, and his brain core felt like it was paralyzed.

However, why would the city soldiers of Filos do such a ridiculous thing as to become hostile to the Church of Heraldry only now?

Of course I would be punished for speculating on things so casually, but I never expected to be forced into this desperate situation.

Although I don't know who wrote this script, it seems that the author is a guy who really likes to play tricks on others. There must be a limit to bad taste.

After hearing what Murphy said, Ann replied that it should be impossible and continued.

"Master Murphy, please pick ten people to take with you. The rest will cover our retreat." Then, An added, "Now, immediately."

Murphy tilted one eye and spat the candy out of her mouth.

An's voice, which seemed to be shivering with cold just now, has now become quite firm. Just by listening to it, people feel that their spirits have become firmer.

Cover the rear, escape, in short, if I am not mistaken, An's meaning is probably this: I and most of the soldiers will be abandoned like a lizard's tail, and Lord Murphy will take a few soldiers and escape back to the position.

Murphy took a deep breath. "What are you talking about? Don't be silly. How could I possibly do something like that?" The words almost slipped out of his mouth reflexively.

However, as long as I look back at An's eyes, I will know how difficult it was for An to say what he just said, and understand what kind of awareness and judgment An made in that instant.

It's shameful to let a girl younger than me have such a mindset. What am I doing? There must be a limit to stupidity.

As Murphy was thinking this, he took a deep breath and filled his lungs with air again.

A voice was heard at the gate of Philos.

"—Welcome, everyone from the Heraldry Cult."

It was a low voice that echoed all around.

As if reacting to the sound, the city soldiers all shook the tips of their spears.

It seems that they surrounded us but did not attack us because they were waiting for this sound.

Murphy felt a sudden tingling sensation in her heels, and a fire seemed to ignite in her chest, making her breathing hot.

So that's it. Is he the mastermind? Is he the one who created this absurd situation and attempted to send everyone in the city to their deaths?

"Ann, who's that bastard looking down from the city wall?"

Murphy narrowed his eyes, ignoring the inexplicable dry feeling in his throat, and uttered these words with a sigh-like momentum.

In fact, before hearing An's answer, a name had already popped up in his mind.

Ann tightened her throat and made a sound.

"That's the one, Master Mephi. That's Rozo, the representative of the Philos Council, the man who once worked with us."

Chapter 15 Dolls and Warriors

"—Welcome, everyone from the Heraldry Cult. I want to give you a grand welcome."

Murphy stared at Rozo, who was speaking loudly on the gate of Philos, starting with this sentence, and his eyes relaxed slightly.

The words coming out of Luo Zuo's mouth were very fluent.

I see. He seems to be a man with a flexible tongue. The more he opens his lips, the more words come to mind. This must be his nature.

The figure who fabricated the words looked really proud and upright.

"...Lord Luo Zuo, I hope you can tell me what you think."

Next to Murphy, Lalge An spoke up immediately after Rozo's words.

I'm afraid she intends to delay time here as much as possible. If the hands of time can continue to move forward, perhaps there will be some improvement in this terrible situation of being surrounded by enemy troops.

After all, there is a plain in front of the city of Philos, and even if there is a little disturbance, the people of the Heraldry Church will notice it.

Of course, the possibility is very small, but now they have no choice but to rely on that kind of thing.

However, looking at Ann who was trying hard to delay time, Murphy was thinking about something completely different in his mind.

"We have no intentions, no thoughts. We are members of the Grand Templars, and you are members of the Heraldry. Even if our hearts were driven to stakes, we would never join your corrupt ways."

As if responding to the sound of the falling, the eyes of the surrounding Philos city soldiers became more ferocious, as if their thoughts were reinforced by Rosso's voice.

Should I say as expected, that guy is the brain and the urban soldiers are the limbs. In essence, they just obey others and don't actually consider anything in their minds.

It's really, really easy to understand.

Thinking of this, Murphy's lips trembled slightly.

"—Soldiers of the Cult of Heraldry, listen carefully! Your fate has come to an end. If you are outnumbered, even a lion must be prepared to die."

As he spoke, Rosso had already changed his target from An to the soldiers. It seemed that the guy had never thought of winning over An, who was more of a fanatic follower of Saint Madia than a herald.

Or maybe he had been targeting the soldiers of the Heraldry Church from the very beginning.

"Even if you escape from here, our one and only God will sooner or later punish you with a blow to the heart. Compare the numbers of the Cathedral soldiers and the Heraldry soldiers. No matter how hard you struggle, you cannot escape death."

Although Luo Zuo's words were only light, they did contain power.

At the end of his sight, he could see the shoulders of the Heraldry soldiers trembling slightly.

Obviously, he had hit the nail on the head very accurately, and what he said was undoubtedly true.

Although the Heraldry Church once expelled the power of the Cathedral, to the Cathedral, the Heraldry Church was still just a fleeting existence.

The Heraldry Cult was on high alert, but what they were afraid of was just a breath of the Cathedral.

That must be something that not only Madia and Ann, but most of the soldiers could understand.

If the fight continued now, everyone would meet their end somewhere, beheaded, pierced through the chest, or torn apart in the abdomen.

However, everyone tried their best to divert their attention from the facts and continued to fight according to the emotions in their hearts, for faith, for dignity, or for family.

"Well, fellow soldiers of the Heraldry, the priest of the Cathedral is a magnanimous lord. You are not immoral, but merely pagans who do not understand the Cathedral."

Oh, it turned out to be like this... Murphy sighed a little depressed and narrowed his eyes.

What an understanding man.

"You were simply deceived by that demon Murphy and the witch! The one and only supreme god, Cassia, would also be happy to accept you - if you get the demon's head!"

Having said this, Luo Zuo looked straight at Murphy.

Although Murphy couldn't see the expression of the guy standing on the city gate, she could vaguely guess what that expression was.

That must be the same expression as his current self, this thought came to his mind.

Beside him, the soldiers hid their hesitation in their eyes, their teeth chattering, and looked at him with several complicated expressions.

Perhaps knowing what that gaze meant, An suddenly took a step towards Murphy, as if protecting him.

Whether it's An or Filia, I'm happy that they're worried about me being in danger, but am I really that unreliable?

With this thought, Murphy let out a wry smile and spoke as if throwing the words into the air.

"He's quite the talker. In good times, he might even have been a court poet or something. But here he's just a common liar. How pathetic."

Just like this, Murphy spoke softly on purpose so that everyone's ears could adapt.

As he spoke, he couldn't suppress the feeling of his cheeks starting to relax.

After all, isn't it enjoyable?

"Besides, it would be a real headache if you misunderstood. After all, we are not mindless puppets, but warriors with will."

Completely smash other people's conspiracies and plots.

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But what kind of expression would our employer give us when he greeted us? Swaying in the carriage, Bruda Gallia suddenly pondered this question.

On the cobblestone street, a group of mercenaries trotted along with the sound of their horses' hooves.

Although he and his sister Vistalinu expressed their intention to join the Church of Heraldry through letters, and were welcomed by Larga An, the Saint's assistant, the name of his employer, Murphy, did not appear at all during this period.

Would he be happy? Surprised? Or something else? I couldn't imagine.

After all, since I told him before that I wanted to live in seclusion in the countryside, it would be a bit embarrassing to meet him like this now... Thinking of this, Bruda held a cigarette in his mouth and began to think about whether there was any good excuse.

Because Vistalinu said she wanted to repay her gratitude? While that was true, it sounded like she was putting everything on her sister's shoulders.

So, are you worried about your employer? So what? No, absolutely not. It would be terrible if people thought negatively of you.

Bruda twisted his lips and twisted his neck, thinking over and over in his mind whether there was any just right word.

She wanted a reason that would explain why she was helping the Cult of Heraldry because she had no other choice.

In any case, he had shown clear hostility towards the silver-haired swordsman in front of his employer before, and even said that he would point the needle at her.

If that's the case, how could they easily join forces with the Church of Heraldry?

Because I didn't want my employer to think that I was a frivolous person who talked nonsense, I wanted to tell him that I had reasons to do this.