After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

"In the case of Philos, the actions I took clearly exceeded the level of danger. Logically, the operation should have been terminated."

Vistalinu's words seemed to have blended into the noise of the surrounding mercenaries. Everyone had mixed feelings about the outcome of the bet. Perhaps only Murphy, who was sitting next to Vistalinu, could hear her voice.

Murphy nodded slightly to show his agreement with her words.

Entering a hostile city to gather intelligence is already extremely dangerous, not to mention killing the enemy leader, which is not an ordinary action.

Of course, this doesn't mean that we don't trust Bruda. Sometimes such actions are necessary.

It’s just that the situation this time was too dangerous. Although the result itself was in a good direction, it would not be surprising if the worst result occurred as long as one wrong step was taken.

So why did Bruda make such a choice? True, she was a bit of a promiscuous person, but her personality wouldn't allow her to be in the spotlight in such promiscuous things, and that was the way it should be.

Just as Murphy was thinking, Vistalinu's strong gaze pierced through him, as if it was accompanied by mass and turned into a tangible object, and the gaze suddenly passed across his cheek.

Murphy noticed that Vistalinu's delicate lips were tightening.

"...At that time, my sister said she wanted to bring you a gift. Of course, the responsibility for this matter lies entirely with my sister and me for not being able to stop her. Master Murphy, you are not responsible at all."

He's such a sincere guy wherever he goes... The emotion that emerged in Murphy's heart was undoubtedly admiration.

Serious, conscientious, and loving of fairness, this is the character of the Iron Princess, who is essentially similar to her sister Bruda.

At this time, Vistalinu put down the completely empty wine glass, bit her lips slightly, and said fiercely.

"However, through this incident, I understand that you have had a tremendous influence on my sister. I have a request, Master Murphy. I hope you can choose between these two options."

Murphy couldn't help but frown slightly. He didn't expect to be asked to make a choice.

Originally, due to Vistalinu's personality, Murphy thought she would say things like "Don't get close to Bruda in the future" and "Be careful with your words", but it turned out that this expectation was not so reliable.

Vistalinu said, her eyes wide open.

"From now on, I will no longer speak to you, sister—or I will take your hand and leave the battlefield. When the time comes, I will also take responsibility and resign from my mercenary position."

Murphy nodded slightly. So that's how it was. She was half right, but the other half of the conversation had gone in a completely different direction.

However, just as he was about to say something, a loud noise suddenly came from outside the tent.

Hearing that voice, Murphy's expression froze instantly.

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To be honest, Vistalinu Geria didn't like Murphy, at least she didn't have a good impression of him.

When they met Belphein, his words and actions were quite rude. The most annoying thing was that he kept standing next to his sister, which made people feel uneasy.

Of course, from a rational point of view, Vistalinu also knew that he had helped her sister a lot, and she felt the same way.

However, the so-called emotional grudges are not so easy to resolve.

In addition, another reason why Vistalinu frowned at Mephi was that her sister often brought up the topic of him for no apparent reason.

While Crossmaria was recuperating, her sister kept mentioning Murphy. Although she probably didn't notice it, her sister kept talking about the same topic for several days.

——I don’t like it.

This was Vistalinu's immediate impression of Mephi. His beloved sister actually praised a man so much.

If I stay in the countryside like this and never see Murphy's sister again, I'm afraid I will always keep this man in my heart.

For Vistalinu, that was the most unpleasant thing.

The two sisters finally got together and became each other's only family, but the elder sister's heart was taken away by a guy who came out of nowhere. There is a limit to what people can accept.

Of course, although this is not the only reason, it is one of the reasons why Vistalinu decided to join forces with the Heraldic Army.

So she made up her mind.

If he is really a knowledgeable and sincere hero as my sister said, then that would be good.

However, if it was a man who was unreasonable and unworthy of my sister—even if he was a benefactor, if I just used my hands a little, God would forgive me.

It's nothing. It's common for accidents to happen on the battlefield.

In this sense, the incident in Philos was a good opportunity to see Murphy clearly.

As for the result—no conclusion could be drawn—this was the conclusion Vistalinu came to.

The sister is still the sister who would do something foolish for this man, and the man is still the foolish man. That foolish behavior is both like the man's character and like the actions he takes for his sister.

How can we judge? If we just do it randomly, it will be too difficult to deal with.

However, it was found out that the so-called Murphy did not seem to be the evil person that the world was clamoring about.

Although Vistalinu's character was not bold, she could indeed say this easily now.

So, in the end, Vistalinu, who had not reached a conclusion, decided to find Murphy and personally force him to make a choice - to leave his sister or hold her hand?

If I had to withdraw from my sister, that would be fine.

On the contrary, if you want to hold your sister's hand, that's fine. You will be there at that time and can continue to pay attention to this man.

In this way, my sister won't have any objections, and sooner or later I will be able to see the true nature of this man.

Therefore, this is undoubtedly the best option.

Moreover, although it may be a bit of an exaggeration to say this, isn't this man who is called a hero too lustful?

No matter what happened this time, it was hard to accept for Vistalinu, who loved honesty and fairness, so she decided that Murphy must put an end to this matter.

So Vistalinu sent a message to Saint Madia and Lord An, who had been trying to find him, saying that he had left his other errands and ran to his tent to drink and have fun.

Sooner or later, this matter would surely reach the ears of others. When that happened, what expression would the hero sitting beside him have? Vistalinu was looking forward to this event.

Chapter 4 A Mess

The Heraldry Church's large tent was filled with an indescribable atmosphere.

Everyone wants to say something, but no one says anything. It feels like everyone is waiting for an opportunity.

One of the voices said dejectedly.

"—I sometimes wonder if I've done something to annoy you."

Sitting on Murphy's right, Frodo Volgograd spoke in a stiff voice while looking at him.

The voice sounded particularly nervous, which was quite rare for Frodo, the sound made when her whole body was extremely tense.

Alas, I probably didn't say anything stupid to Frodo, nor did I remember being mean to her, so why did it turn out like this? As if saying that she didn't remember anything, Murphy's shoulders trembled slightly and frowned.

Perhaps she didn't like his expression. The next moment, Frodo's dark eyes narrowed, and her sharp gaze burned on Murphy's cheek.

Unconsciously, Murphy's lips twitched, and because he didn't know what to say, he ended up saying nothing.

My throat has become inexplicably dry. If I moisten it with some iced wine, I might be able to speak more easily.

In order to get away with it, Murphy thought as she reached for the cup beside her.

Then, the moment he picked up the wine glass, it was snatched away by slender fingers.

You don't need to ask who the finger extending from the left belongs to: the silver-haired swordsman Filia Reinhardt. No matter how many times you have seen it, you can never imagine someone wielding a long sword with such white fingers.

Filia tilted her cup with a mischievous smile, moistened her lips with the light ale, and said.

Unlike Frodo, her tone was very light.

"What a coincidence, Frodo. I'm the same way. He says he's my partner and my shield, but he throws me aside when something happens. He must despise me from the bottom of his heart."

No, it's not like that. Filia seemed to be whispering, but the pitch of her voice was rising.

It was as if there was an uncontrollable emotion deep in her heart, but she was forcing it back. At this moment, as long as there was an opportunity, it would very likely pour out to the surroundings, which was very dangerous.

It’s not good, it’s very bad!

Whether it's Frodo or Filia, they don't look their normal self at all. Although I don't understand the reason behind this, even so, this is a bit too much.

While Murphy was desperately searching for what to say in his head, he couldn't help but take out a cigarette from his chest.

It was originally bought as a comfort gift for Bruda, but now the pressure from both sides made him want to escape into the world of smoke.

However, although he was already accustomed to this process, perhaps because he was too nervous, his fingertips moved abnormally slowly.

So, in order to regain his composure, Murphy tried hard to put the cigarette between his lips as usual.

Then, just like that, before his lips could even feel the touch of the cigarette butt, a hand reached out from behind him and took the cigarette away.

"Yes, language also needs the company of the heart. Although I don't think I am cheap enough to be deceived by careless words, but - what do you think? Murphy, my knight."

Finn Altis leaned over from behind, deftly twirling the snatched cigarette between his fingertips, his whispers teasing the depths of Murphy's ears.

Just like that, Altis continued to ask in his ear, "Who are you relying on?" Murphy's molars couldn't help but make a twisted sound.

Let me go. If the alcohol and cigarettes are taken away, what else can I expect? Is there no friendship left to keep at least one of them?

Just as Murphy was thinking this and reaching out to take the cigarette, Saint Matthias standing in front of him spoke as if she saw through his thoughts.

"We're talking about serious business now. There's no need for alcohol or cigarettes on this kind of occasion, is there? Murphy, who's wrong?"

Although Mattia's expression was very calm as she stared straight at them, Murphy immediately understood that it was only her expression that was calm.

Those eyes seemed to have abandoned smiles, warmth and the like, releasing a sharp presence while staring fiercely at this side, just like the eyes of a bird of prey staring at its prey.

No, now everyone's eyes and head are red from the heat.

Moreover, since both Saint Madia and Fen Eltis are in the tent, there is no way to count on reinforcements from outside. It is better to say that everyone will prevent others from entering.

I can no longer count on anyone to save me, so... Murphy thought, avoiding Mattia's gaze, and turned his gaze to the only person left in the tent besides the four people - Lalge An.

Whenever the threads get tangled like this, she's the only one who can untie them, so in that case, please help me with this mess today.

With this thought in mind, Murphy moved his eyes and met Ann's gaze.

That little figure probably noticed this side immediately, her eyes twitched slightly, and an innocent smile appeared on her face, and that smile looked really happy.

However, her lips showed no sign of opening. So, you don't want to help?

Just like that, Murphy realized that he was completely finished. He sighed deeply from the depths of his heart, then raised his hands and said.

"I know, it's my fault. I already know that, so please don't send heat to me like it's on fire. My stomach is on fire."

After saying this, there was a moment of silence, and the surrounding gazes intertwined and became more and more intense, and the silent words gained weight.

As for the air, it was freezing cold, as if the heat had been absorbed by those gazes. This chill wasn't because it was the dead snow season, I guess.

Realizing that the conversation would go on forever, Madia sighed deliberately and then opened her lips helplessly.

"—There's not much time left, so let's deal with the most important things first. We haven't gathered here to blame you. An, let's get to the point."

Hearing this, Murphy sighed almost silently and felt a little relieved, but the strength in his shoulders did not relax, but instead shrank slightly.

Regardless, the atmosphere did relax in response to Madia's words, but tension still brewed somewhere.

Filia on the side pouted, as if to say that she was not finished yet. I think it was probably the same for both Frodo and Eltis.

As for Murphy, he felt like he was sitting on a chair full of thorns. He was not only scared to death, but also had no idea what to say.

Ann nodded at Madia's urging and placed a few pebbles on the large map spread out on the table.

Judging from the location, it probably refers to the area under the influence of the Church of Heraldry. Of course, these influences can be blown away directly by the Cathedral with just a breath.

"Excuse me, but the Philos Incident, regardless of its course, ultimately resulted in a good outcome. At most, it was a rebellion by Rozo, but fortunately, nothing major happened. This was my misstep, and I won't make any excuses."

An's tone was a little low, but he still calmly summarized the current situation.

Her speaking skills are quite good. She probably chooses words that are easy for others to understand. Those words go directly into her head after touching her ears.

The Philos Rebellion, in which the rebel Lozo overthrew the ruler Philos Trete and temporarily placed the city of Philos under his rule, ended with Lozo's death and Philos Trete's rescue.

No, to be precise, it was the intervention of the Heraldry Cult that forced it to come to an end, right?

Thinking of this, Murphy couldn't help but bite the corner of her mouth lightly, and then narrowed her eyes.

He didn't know if it was because there was nothing to chew in his mouth, but he always felt that his teeth were restless.

"The traitor Rozo Voldi, the original ruler, Philos Tret, is now in the hands of the Heraldry Cult. Philos no longer has any organized power, so it's no exaggeration to say they're under our influence."

"Of course, we still need to pay attention to future rule."

And just like that, An ended his report.

Hearing these words, Murphy couldn't help but widen his eyes. He always felt that what Ann said was a little too bland.

The original ruler of Philos, Philos Trete, was still recuperating. The fact that Philos, without anyone to rule it, was brought under the influence of the Heraldry Cult was not a mistake in itself, but a clear fact.

However, this process is by no means so easy.

No matter what, the citizens of Philos were the ones who had attacked Philos Tret, an ally of the Heraldry Cult. Even if their leader Rosso fell, the Heraldry Cult would not be accepted so easily.