After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

When they say long term, it can be hundreds of years.

To be honest, for Mattia, this agreement has a crazy charm.

That is because the country of Gasalia is one of the few allies of the Church of Heraldry, and more importantly, this race called elves has its own country.

Even if the free city of Crossmaria and the mercenary city of Belphein were included in their sphere of influence, the Heraldry Cult would still be just a group of poor guys without a country or a place to go.

Perhaps due to a misfortune, everything he has now will be lost. The current Heraldry Church is such a fragile existence.

However, if Gasalia could become a friendly ally, then if anything went wrong, it could also serve as a place for the Heralds to rely on.

The country called Sky Garden Gasalia might be a temporary refuge for the Church of Heraldry.

This calm intention touched Madia's mind and moistened her lips.

"The cold period is coming soon—the age of dead snow. We can celebrate life, but the age of sunshine will fall into slumber. Then, we won't be able to mobilize troops at any time."

Eldis's gaze held the strength of a queen as she continued, "That's why we should agree on which sphere of influence Murphy should be assigned to."

Hearing this, Mattia's fingertips couldn't help but jump.

There is no doubt that what Eltis said is correct. Murphy now seems to be floating in the air wherever he goes.

He is the gold of heraldry and a hero in his own right.

But at the same time, he is also a knight of the Sky Court Gasalia.

Now that the Heraldry Church and Gasalia have formed an alliance and combined their armies, it actually doesn't matter.

Rather, doing so would not only help deepen communication between soldiers, but also alleviate racial barriers.

However, when the cold weather arrives and the snow is gone, the situation is different.

Just like the withdrawal of troops from the Cathedral, Madia and Eltis also needed to withdraw their troops while maintaining their power.

Otherwise, this time our side would be buried in the snow and lose their lives, and there would be more victims of the monsters than there are now.

Where will Murphy be then? That is the point of this talk.

Was it Crossmaria, the stronghold of the Cult of Heraldry, or Gasalia, the Hanging Garden? In short, whose side was he on? He couldn't just float in the air forever.

"This matter should be resolved now," said Eltis.

Although a gentle smile appeared on her cheeks, her eyes and lips were stiff, as if the expression was forced onto her face.

After hearing what Eltis said, Madia blinked a few times, choosing her words carefully.

If it is a reasonable consideration, the answer is equivalent to being decided, and there should be no other answer.

But is that really okay? With this question in mind, Mattia felt a pain in the corner of her chest.

But there is nothing that can be done about it. The worship of knowledge and reason is the greatest nature of Heraldry.

Based on this nature, the answer has actually come out.

Then, we can only obey it.

Mattia sighed and said.

"Fin Eldis, I have no objection to what you say. We should eliminate the seeds of unrest as soon as possible. Well, then, my answer is decided."

Her eyes lit with a fervent faith as she continued, "As the Saint of the Cult of Heraldry, I must state clearly—our Golden Murphy is a hero of the Cult of Heraldry, and this will not change. I've already said that, and there's no further conclusion to be drawn."

The voice of Madia, filled with faith and reason, intelligence and emotion, echoed throughout the tent, as if to say that there was no other option.

Hearing that voice, Eltis's cheeks trembled as if she was very happy, but there was no smile in her blue eyes.

"Is that so? Then, as Queen Fen of the Sky Garden Gasalia, I declare that Murphy belongs to Gasalia and is my knight. This position will never change."

The air in the tent that felt like a heavy pressure turned into heat.

The air, which should have been dry, began to show a strange viscosity.

The eyes of both of them burned, and the terrifying flames revealed their figures.

The two flames gradually grew stronger in order to dissipate each other's heat.

Eltis's voice, as if crawling on the ground, pierced the tent.

That voice was used to issue orders to the surrounding soldiers.

"Call the record officer, Leshaw, and have him bring the record parchment over immediately."

Madia also said in the same tone

"Well, you must not lie about anything you say. You must record it."

The two people's voices were heavy and firm, but strangely, there were charming smiles on their faces.

Chapter 21 The Realm of Day and Night

——Meffy is both a hero of the Cult of Heraldry and his own sword.

Madia, who spoke these words as if saying goodbye to Eltis, was certain of one thing.

Looking directly at Eltis's face, Madia took a deep breath.

Those blue eyes still blazed. Was Eltis's mind still dominated by rage? After all, even her shapely lips seemed ready to burst into flames.

However, no matter how many emotions she harbors in her heart, she is the queen of Gasalia after all.

Then, it would be impossible for her to destroy the alliance with the Church of Heraldry here.

Madia's eyes trembled slightly, but she still looked straight into Eldis's blue eyes.

During the Battle of Shanio, the elves of Gasalia formed an alliance with the Church of Heraldry and drew their bows towards the cathedral. Together with us, they pointed their swords at the cathedral's god.

Then, those guys in the Cathedral will never forget this hatred.

Their biggest characteristic is that they are almost intolerant, persecuting pagans and pagans, and trampling on and eradicating foreign cultures.

Through these things, they became more and more aggressive.

The same goes for the alien race called elves. The Cathedral never treated them the same as humans.

Besides, they have fought against the Cathedral, so there is no way the Cathedral will let them go.

The Cathedral will not stop persecuting the elves until they are reduced to slavery.

It can be said that the Sky Courtyard Gasalia has now become the enemy of the God of the Cathedral, so the relationship between the Heraldry Church and Gasalia is no different from a community of shared destiny.

Obviously, Eltis also understood this. Gasalia was no longer in a leisurely position where he could break away from the Heraldry Church. Rather, it was endangering the survival of the country.

Madia narrowed her eyes and spoke to the recorder, who shook his shoulders timidly. Eltis did the same.

The content of the conversation between the two was merely a declaration of Murphy's belonging.

Of course, although Gasalia can only join forces with the Church of Heraldry, it is not a good thing to have conflicts with them.

Although temporary dissatisfaction can be eliminated by swallowing it, once it accumulates, it will eventually burst out.

Therefore, Mattia believes that it is necessary to make concessions where possible.

However, the existence of Murphy was another matter. Thinking of this, Mattia raised her nose high.

Of course, this wasn't for some stupid reason like being driven by emotions.

But it is because, to the Church of Heraldry, Murphy is a hero and a unique sword.

A hero is a powerful medicine that can stir people's hearts, dispel spiritual laziness, and make the flow of blood become frenzied.

Today's heraldry religion cannot do without it.

Even if it's just a little bit, people cannot survive without a dream called hope.

And Murphy, he's showing us this dream, whether he wants to or not.

Furthermore, Feliya Reinhard and Frodo Volgograd followed closely behind him like his wings, and their presence could also be a great stimulus to the soldiers.

Losing Murphy also means letting go of such precious fighting force in vain.

Because those two people will always be by his side, whether in the Heraldry Church or in Gasalia.

Mattia was a little envious of them, as they had no responsibilities as rulers and could act according to their own ideas.

Of course, this doesn't mean that Mattia hates the duties of a saint, but even so, she still occasionally has such thoughts.

Also, he, Murphy, needs his own management no matter where he goes.

Otherwise, he would just act on emotion and without a plan.

Without his own management he could not exist rationally.

How could she irresponsibly throw him out like this at this point? This was something a Saint Girl would never do.

With calculation and the kindness of a saint, Mattia decided her words and her heart.

——I won’t hand Murphy over to Gasalia.

Madia, the Saint of the Church of Heraldry, faces Eltis, the Queen of the Hanging Garden Gasalia.

Just as I was writing down the two people's words on the parchment, the tent began to shake violently.

The tent, which should not have been opened without the permission of Madia or Eldis, was now wide open.

The guard soldier poked his head out from the gap and spoke in a hoarse voice with a dry throat.

——The most urgent message from Lord An is about Lord Murphy.

The saint and the queen, their eyes sparkling.

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The rising sun slowly cast its shadow to the end of the mountains, painting the sky a madder red.

The light reached the walls of the autonomous city of Philos, but it would not last long. I think night will fall soon.

The guard on the city wall who was standing guard with a gun couldn't help but blink his eyes because of the sudden change of light between day and night.

The beautiful scene slightly eased the tension in his heart that seemed to be enough to make his heart break.

However, that relaxation only lasted for a moment.

Soon, fear and urgency reached out from his stomach again.

The reason, needless to say, is because of the group of people from the Heraldry Cult.

Although those barbarians have obediently returned to their positions, they may attack again.

Thinking of this, the guard's gaze suddenly became more solemn than ever before.

Having said that, since there was usually nothing interesting to see, he basically never took good care of it.

"Hey, how's it going? Are there any pagans coming?"

A very tired voice came from beside the guard, which startled him.

However, once the guard realized that the person making the noise was his colleague, his shoulders immediately lost strength.

Although it wouldn't mean anything even if there were two people on guard, it would at least be much safer than being alone.

"Nothing special," the guard replied, and his colleague responded, "Same here."

"It's so annoying! Why did it become like this? It's always been peaceful."

The guard nodded in agreement to his colleague's words.

I heard that in the generations of my parents, and their parents' parents, Philos was a peaceful city, hidden from wars and never tormented by cowardice.

But what about now? They were so worried, and even the children on the street couldn't stop crying because they were covered in a cloak of terror by heretics.

"Of course it's all because of the immoral Philos, it's all because of that bastard!"

As if to spit at Philos Tret, who was not there, the guard spat and said to his colleague.

That's right, it was all the fault of that immoral man. That woman foolishly participated in the war and was defeated.

Obviously, these alone were enough to convict her, and there might even be more, but she actually teamed up with the demons of the Heraldry Cult in order to save herself.

How dirty! This is undoubtedly the behavior of a whore. Rolling the eyes is just like that. And all her status and wealth must have been obtained by selling her body.

Expressing dissatisfaction and anger about those things, the guard kept complaining to his colleagues beside him, as if to say: All the injustice and dissatisfaction we encounter are caused by Philos Tret.

The colleague nodded in agreement, and at the same time, a malicious smile appeared on his face as he spoke.

"Then let's do good deeds tonight."

It was a smile that sounded like a mockery. Upon hearing this, the guard also sneered from his throat.