After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

This is an absolute shame for her, a great shame.

The young girl Lalga An understood that she was useless in the battlefield and in combat with martial arts, and she had no intention of fighting anyone there.

But on the other hand, in terms of behind-the-scenes manipulation, post-processing, and negotiation, Ann had no intention of giving in easily, even to Saint Matthias.

Because, if I became a person without any outstanding abilities, I would definitely be out of his sight, and then I would really become an ordinary civil servant.

I can't do that. I clearly haven't been able to master him so far. He has been tormenting me till the very end, and I ended up failing in the end. This is absolutely unacceptable.

Because of this, I cannot lose my composure in my own field.

At the thought of this, Lalge An's tongue twitched as if it was paralyzed, and his teeth clenched together with too much force, making a creaking sound.

The heated words came out of her mouth.

"Please tell Lady Filos Tret. Just one person's heart can solve everything. She will be very happy."

An felt his cheeks lifted up as if twisted.

Even though the cold wind was blowing on the body, the internal organs were still warm and never cooled down for a moment.

Chapter 19: Swordsman and Magician

In the Heraldry Cult's position, swords flashed, drawing a semicircle, and at the same time, the sound of weapons clashing rang out in the air.

It wasn't just the sound of a collision, but the unmistakable sound of swords wielding with all their might, clashing against each other.

The two swords connected, emitting crimson sparks.

The situation between the two sides was determined in an instant, and one party's sword was easily deflected away. This scene has been continuing since just now.

It was more like fencing on stage than training, at least that was what Frodo Volgograd, who was watching from the side, thought.

The longsword wielder, Feliya Reinhardt, possessed a sword flash so overwhelming and beautiful that even Frodo, who had no experience with swordsmanship, understood this.

"--Next."

Filia seemed quite calm as she spoke to the soldiers, but sweat could be seen licking her fair cheeks.

That was natural, after all, she had been swinging her sword there since morning.

Even in this cold weather, she was sweating profusely. Even as a genius, her physical strength had its limits.

However, Filia had no intention of stopping. She continued to swing her sword without relaxing at all.

Frodo bit her lip and sighed.

Even with such talent in swordsmanship, Filia never slacked off in her training.

And after arriving here, the frequency of her exercise increased dramatically to an excessively high level, even to the point of being out of the norm.

You can guess the reason without asking. It must be related to Murphy.

Something must have happened between her and Murphy, so Filia was doing that kind of exercise that seemed like she was just fooling around.

Frodo was dazzled by that gesture, but at the same time, she felt anxious.

As for Frodo, she certainly would not relax her daily magic training.

Rather, for Frodo, who believes herself to be mediocre, a lack of effort is equivalent to being abandoned.

The only thing mediocre people are allowed to do is accumulate effort.

Because of this, Frodo racked her brains to learn knowledge and devoted herself to the study of magic without sleep or food. It was not so much hard work as it was closer to her daily life, and in a sense, it was commensurate with a magician.

In order to take a further step, Frodo clenched her fingers countless times.

However, whenever she saw Filia's figure, Frodo's chest would tighten to the point of suffocation, and her anxiety would turn into an indescribable smoke that filled her body.

Frodo had no illusions that talented people didn't work hard, and she knew how rude such an idea was.

She knew very well that it was the hard work hidden within that honed their talents.

——But to be honest, if you see this scene with your own eyes, you will be very anxious.

Frodo practiced magic with her fingertips, and her gaze shifted as if she was mesmerized by Filia's swordsmanship.

A mediocre person gets one out of a hundred efforts, while a talented person gets a hundred out of one effort.

That's what it means to have talent.

Although I know this is an ugly idea, I still hope that talented people will not be arrogant because of the power they hold, and will not work hard, but be lazy and put on airs.

In that case, even people without talent can have hope that "as long as they work hard, they can reach them with their fingers."

Filia is a partner. Although I met her through Murphy, we have been traveling together for a long time and have faced crises together.

So, buddy, there shouldn’t be any problem with calling me that.

What should I call this feeling of anxiety, on the other hand, feeling happy about my friends' growth? Frodo's black eyes darkened slightly.

When she came to her senses, she suddenly noticed that Filia's continuous training had ended.

No, it was more likely that she was taking a short break. She looked strange as she wiped the sweat off her face with a dry cloth.

"I've worked so hard, why do I have to start an endless workout?"

Sitting next to Filia, Frodo asked while holding a book in one hand.

Although I roughly knew what the answer would be, I still couldn't help but ask.

After hearing what Frodo said, Filia said "Ah" and then replied.

"Because that idiot had no idea what kind of predicament he was getting himself into. He was the type to jump right in front of the monster."

See, it's true. Frodo muttered to herself as she relaxed her cheeks.

I predicted that it would definitely be Murphy's fault, and it came true beautifully.

However, what Filia said was correct, and she completely agreed with that point of view. Murphy didn't understand what kind of predicament he would get into.

"Well, it seems Murphy is going to Philos. Is it okay if you don't come with him?"

Filia's obsession with Murphy has deviated from the norm to a certain extent. In fact, it would not be an exaggeration to say that it is abnormal.

In this sense, it wouldn't be surprising if she accompanied Murphy to Philos.

As for myself, I probably haven't reached that level yet. I'm just a little bit attracted to her.

I want to give him happiness, but I also want to be happy. I won't abandon him, but I don't want to be abandoned by him either.

It's just a simple feeling, that's all.

In response to Frodo's question, Filia's lips trembled slightly for a moment, and then she showed a bitter expression and said.

"I said I'd go with you, but that idiot said it wasn't that dangerous."

——So, I could only listen to him reluctantly.

As she spoke, Filia curled her lips and let out a breath.

Looking at her profile, Frodo suddenly felt a little embarrassed and sighed slightly.

Speaking of which, this arrogant Filia, who never listens to others, actually listened to what Murphy said, which makes people want to laugh.

Filia has a habit of always showing off like a lion, but now she looks like a lonely cat abandoned by its owner.

Although I often see her not looking like a human, I feel a little relieved when I see her looking like a human.

Frodo nodded to Filia and replied.

"That being said, we're just going to an allied city to get supplies. Even Murphy wouldn't cause trouble at a time like that, right?"

After hearing this, Filia leaned on her elbows and spoke, feeling like a naughty kid who had found a hot commodity.

Murphy is the sky in the rainy season[1], and also a powder keg that wanders around everywhere. In short, no one knows what will happen to him. Despite this, he himself puts on an expression that says "I just did the most natural thing", which is really unacceptable.

"He probably has no idea how we are observing his actions. How regrettable. Or should I say, this is just his style."

As if she couldn't help but speak out, Filia quickly spat out a series of words, and there was a hint of dissatisfaction hidden in her words.

To be honest, Frodo also understood Filia's feelings very well, but she did not express her opinion on it. She just brought up other topics in passing.

"But isn't it a little too late? It's not something that takes a lot of time."

In response to Frodo's question, Filia smiled mockingly.

"Maybe he's brought a woman back again—someone we don't know."

Filia's expression did indeed look like she was smiling, but her silver eyes didn't smile at all.

Frodo couldn't help but think that the same thing might be appearing on her face.

At this moment, Frodo suddenly discovered that the position of the Heraldry Cult began to fluctuate. She thought that it must be Murphy's return.

So, let's take a look at the situation, see if Filia's words reveal the truth, and see if her guess is true.

then.

——Maybe it’s time to tell Murphy that even though heroes are lustful, there must be a limit.

Thinking of this, Frodo stood up and walked towards the direction of the commotion, with Filia following her.

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[1] The sky during the rainy season: can be understood as cloudy or sunny.

Chapter 20 The Saint and the Queen

The noise of soldiers filled the air outside the tent. Whenever the rustling sound was harsh, one could seem to see them frantically advancing on the fallen leaves.

The trees are old, stripped of their vitality, and their dry bark is exposed.

The scene is so desolate and pitiful. A sad era has come again. It seems that for the time being, there will be no green trees to be seen.

"——It seems that Murphy is back."

Hearing the commotion of the surrounding soldiers, Mattia said solemnly.

The tone of his voice sounded strange, as if he was worried about something, and the fingers that moved to stand up from the chair seemed a little stiff.

"Let's go pick him up," Mattia said.

However, as if to crush those words, the blue eyes of the person sitting opposite him shone brightly.

"We're not done talking yet, Saint Madia."

Gently lifting her neatly trimmed hair, Queen Fen Eldis of Gasalia spoke.

Although his tone was quite friendly and casual, his gleaming eyes seemed to be telling Mattia that he would not be easily obeyed.

Even though Mattia raised her waist slightly, Altis's body did not move at all.

I can't just ignore the words of the Allied leader. Thinking of this, Madia sighed inwardly and returned to her seat.

A heavy atmosphere, as if entangled by iron chains, enveloped the entire tent.

This weight was passed on to the guards outside the tent, as well as the soldiers of the Heraldry and Gasalia. Everyone swallowed their saliva because of the conversation between the two.

It was not a meeting between subordinates and messengers, but between the two people at the pinnacle of the Church of Heraldry and the Sky Garden Gasalia.

The words that uttered from those lips were far heavier than the iron swords wielded by the soldiers.

Is its content about politics or this battle?

"I feel that no further conclusion can be drawn from this point."

Madia's hard and sharp voice hit the tent.

It was as if he had said everything he needed to say, but on the contrary, Eltis moistened her lips as if she hadn't said enough.

"What I'm going to say is a matter of course."

Eltis began her speech with these words, but her voice sounded weak and even like she was complaining bitterly.

"——Gasalia's, no, my knight Murphy, it's about time to return him to me, right? That's it."

Eldis's green eyes narrowed as he continued, "In this way, I can guarantee a long-lasting friendly relationship between Gasalia and the Church of Heraldry."

According to this statement, doesn't it mean that if Murphy is not handed over to her now, the relationship between the two forces will be broken?

Thinking of this, without letting Eltis notice, Madia gritted her teeth several times.

Just now, she used the word "long-term", and it was obviously more meaningful when used by the Elf Queen than by the Human King.

The race called elves are closer to demons than humans, and their lifespan is countless.

Elves who can talk nonchalantly about how short human life is.