After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

In Philos Treat's memory, there was only one other person with eyes like those.

Feeling the blood pooling in his throat, Philos slowly opened his lips.

This behavior seemed like something she hadn't seen for a long time. The sound coming out of her throat became much more vague, but in the end it finally turned into words.

"...What are you doing here?"

No one asked him how he got there or how he knew he was caught. These were all irrelevant to Philos Tret.

The only thing that I find incredible is why someone like him would come to such a place?

He, the evil man Murphy, said as he brightened the lantern light, and his dangerous eyes narrowed slightly.

"Nothing, just that my ally was imprisoned, so I just wanted to find a key to help her open the lock. No need to be grateful, it's just a side note."

Murphy shook her head as if nothing had happened.

Hearing his understatement, Philos Tret couldn't help but blink, and a pain like paralysis ran through his back.

By the way, that's all, is that what he just said.

In other words, although this man had other main purposes, he happened to be able to help me, so he extended a helping hand to me on a whim. That's it.

Unconsciously, a dry smile appeared on his face, and Philos Tret's expression twisted.

Even though my body would hurt like crazy just doing this, I still couldn't help but laugh.

Really? I was really fooled by God.

He was cursed and beaten by the citizens he was supposed to love and protect, and his enemies, who were supposed to hate him, suddenly offered him a helping hand.

How insignificant and despised a being I have become.

In this way, it is understandable why I was insulted and despised. It is really ridiculous.

However, even if you can understand it, it is impossible to accept it.

Then, Philos Tret injected the remaining strength into his trembling voice and said.

"...Even though I'm in such a low position now, I'm still the ruler of the city of Filos, Filos Tret. I won't accept your sympathy."

Crawling on the ground, his body overwhelmed by pain, Philos Tret struggled to raise his head and continued speaking.

It looked like a reenactment of the scene on the battlefield.

The flame of the lantern grew brighter.

"Abandoned by the citizens, pitied by the enemies, do you want me to live in this misery? Delusion—kill me here, for I am not your companion."

Philos glared at the eyes floating in the darkness and said.

As if licking the girl's cheek, the flame of the lantern illuminated it.

Chapter 25 Too Small Coffin

In the darkness, Murphy opened her eyes wide.

The dungeon, dyed black, was like daytime to him, and he could see every corner clearly.

A man lay on the ground, blood pouring from his neck, and on the ground was a stick made only for the purpose of hurting others.

And then there was Philos Tret, whose body was bound by chains and unable to move, with only his eyes shining sternly.

Bruise-like things could be seen all over her body, and just one look was enough to fully understand what had happened.

"—kill me here, for I am not your companion."

Kill me, are you going to do this? My head hurts... The way he forced himself to speak made Murphy sigh.

The sounds heard in my ears were completely different from those heard in the Heraldry camp. Only those snow-white eyes remained unchanged, staring at this side.

Vistalinu Geria, who was waiting in the back, picked up the lantern on the floor and said.

"Lord Murphy, no matter how you look at it, she is insane. This is common among those who have been tortured or treated cruelly."

Vestarinu continued seriously, "So, please don't give her too much stimulation."

Even though they didn't communicate much, she still said something like that. This is really very much like Vestarinu's style.

Being good at grasping the situation and making extremely accurate judgments on the spot, there is no more reassuring ability for a mercenary leader than this.

On the contrary, Murphy's thoughts are completely different from Vestarinu's, so if it were him, he would definitely not be able to become a mercenary leader.

At this moment, what he was thinking in his mind was.

——I should have killed her at that time and place.

When we meet on the battlefield, I should chop off her head.

In this way, Philos Treat would not have to experience such pain and bitterness.

I could have let her die proudly as the ruler of Philos, but I really did something very unfair to her.

Thinking of this, Murphy muttered softly.

"Why, does it all just not matter anymore?"

This sentence was not a response to Westalinu. Murphy pulled the dagger from the man's neck, wiped the blood off it, and turned his gaze to Philos Tret.

Kill me, that's exactly what Philos Tretter said just now.

There seemed to be something close to a plea in that sentence.

I don't want to live anymore and want to give up everything. This is the meaning of that sentence.

But, there is nothing we can do about it.

As the ruler of the city of Philos, her dignity and pride were all thrown to the ground, and she could no longer see the light ahead.

The citizens she trusted and loved the most betrayed her, and this memory will always be a trauma to her soul.

From now on, no matter how she lives, she will no longer be able to sing praises of life easily and happily.

Because of this, I have to ask her if it doesn’t matter anymore and if she has let go of everything.

If it really comes to that, then kill her here.

This way, she will definitely be happier.

Because, if nothing matters, if you give up everything and just repeat your breathing out of inertia, you can't say that you're still alive. Although you're not dead, that's all.

Carelessly turning the dagger that had been wiped clean of blood, Murphy looked at Philos Tret's white eyes.

Unconsciously, he always felt that the outline of the white eye was more turbid than when he saw it in the Heraldry Church's tent.

Facing Murphy's gaze and inquiry, Philos Tret pursed his lips and remained silent for a moment, but soon spoke.

"It doesn't matter. It's good because there's nothing else we can do."

As soon as the words fell, Murphy opened his eyes wide. He could not understand the meaning of those words.

Philos Treat's lips moved as he continued.

"How could it be that it doesn't matter? You don't even know how much I've sacrificed for Philos and this city. You don't even know how much humiliation I've adorned my chest."

It looked just like a mother talking about her child, and in her cloudy eyes, one could see the emotions fluctuating.

Looking at her like that, Murphy suddenly understood.

The reason why she said that just now was simply because she was too careless in her approach.

For Philos Tret, the city of Philos must be like a child she raised with her own hands.

And then, when she was betrayed by the kid and knocked to the ground, he was casually guessing her state of mind, which was indeed quite rude.

After understanding this, Murphy fell silent and stared at the white eye without saying a word.

Perhaps it was because he felt pain from raising his voice, Philos Trett was breathing rapidly and shaking his body.

Beside Murphy, Vestarinu immediately removed the chains that bound her, raised her body, and spoke to her in a clear voice.

"Then there's no need to worry. The Heraldic forces will sooner or later surround Philos and wrest the reign from that Rozo. For now, please control your emotions."

Those were words that flowed from Vistalinu's clear kindness and consideration.

I think Philos Tret should also understand this.

However, even though she knew it, she still said that she wanted to kill herself for her own reasons.

"Thank you for your kindness, but it means nothing to me. With your help and guidance, I believe everything will go smoothly, but I'm sorry, I can't comply. You should make your own decisions about your own life."

Perhaps she had not expected that her words would not only not be accepted, but would be rejected so firmly. Vistalinu slightly opened her lips as if she was at a loss, not knowing how to respond next.

However, on the other side, Murphy had already noticed it.

Arrogant and stubborn.

So that's how it is. Is this just her nature?

When I met her before, I felt that she still had some gentle feeling, but it seems that I just failed to capture her essence.

Nobility and stubbornness are the essence of the man named Philos Tret.

In a very calm voice, yet one that seemed to be expressing emotion, Philos Treat continued.

"If I can't make the decision myself, then I'd rather be killed here by you as an incompetent ruler. At least I can die with a clear conscience."

The snow-white eyes swayed in the dim light, becoming cloudy, but always looking straight through Murphy.

Vistalinu also turned his gaze to Murphy, asking him with his eyes what to do now.

In response, Murphy just shook his head, shrugged, and said with a smile on his face.

"—I was right not to kill you then and there. Perfect, then make the decision yourself."

Philos Tret's body, freed from the chains, was still staggering, but Murphy simply carried her on his shoulders.

Although she was still staggering a little, perhaps because of the pain all over her body, she didn't seem to want to mess around.

Thank you very much. After all, although I know it is rude to move you like this, I still hope you can at least keep quiet.

As for the fact that the transportation method is like moving luggage, please pretend you didn't notice it.

After apologizing to Philos Tret in his heart, Murphy turned his gaze to Vistalinu and said.

"Excuse me, Vistalinu. A shipment has arrived unexpectedly. Let's just move on. We're now on a road that's even darker and darker than before. I'll be your pilot."

After hearing what Murphy said, Vistalinu opened her eyes wide, and her eyes seemed to be asking: Are you mentally normal?

Facing Vistalinu's suspicious gaze, Murphy just defended himself in his heart: How rude, when have I ever been abnormal?

And there is no way around it. Everyone has their own way of deciding their own life.

Just like himself, Philos Tret is also a person who can never move forward unless he makes a decision.

In this case, even if it cannot be said to be helping, at least we should set up the stage. Isn't this human nature?

At this moment, a voice in her ear interrupted Murphy's thoughts.

"Let me go! How far do you want to humiliate me before you stop?"

Murphy shook his head at Philostrate, who was not making any noise but was still yelling at him on his shoulder, and spoke.

"Insults are out of the question. Rather, respect is required. If you are to die, this coffin of Philos is far too small."

——At least, it should be big enough to swallow the entire Kingdom of Leiden.

Chapter 26: Undead

Peeking through the window at Rozo who was sitting quietly on the ruler's seat of Philos, Bruda narrowed his eyes and a strange expression appeared on his face.

Should I say it's strange or suspicious? No matter how I think about it, it seems wrong. Why would such a thing happen?

——Rozo, who was supposed to be the enemy leader, had no soldiers guarding him.

Luo Zuo was alone, without any officers or guards by his side, and instead entrusted his body to the swaying lights.

It was as if he was saying, "If you want to do something, go ahead."

Because of this, there is a very clear sense of disharmony.

The so-called mansion of a lord or ruler was originally the largest residence that a city was proud of. Generally speaking, there would be corresponding soldiers and servants serving the master in it.

Although I don't know much about the situation in the city of Philos, it is really abnormal that the ruler does not even have a single guard around him.

Furthermore, not only the surroundings of Luo Zuo, but even the Ruler's Hall itself is strange.

Generally speaking, all the guards should be patrolling back and forth in the hall or courtyard, but that is not the case now. There are so few people that it makes people feel that there are few people.