After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

Murphy's residence.

In short, it's the Free City of Crossmaria, the stronghold of the Cult of Heraldry, or the Sky Garden of Ghassalis, the Kingdom of the Elf, that's what Murphy is going to choose.

Filia managed to adjust her breathing and put Ann's voice in her ear.

It can be seen that the entangled gazes between Saint Madia and Queen Eltis began to become awkward at some point.

Those two people have already lost their seriousness. Yes, Filia understood it unconsciously.

Just like she has a deep obsession with Murphy, there must be something else hidden deep in the hearts of those guys, although it is impossible to determine whether it is something bad or not.

If your past self saw your present self, what would you say?

Just as Filia sighed softly and Mattia and Eltis were about to speak, Murphy spoke as if to disrupt the whole situation.

"—I've already decided. Let's go north, to the Flimsrat Mountains. Like I said, I'm feeling a bit feverish, so it would be nice to go somewhere to cool down."

At this moment, Filia had an intuition. It was not so much her innate sharpness, but something else. It was like the feeling of things accumulated until now biting into each other and making a rustling sound.

Now Murphy was not talking to Filia, Frodo, or anyone else, but was speaking as if calling someone on the map.

No, if I pretend not to know who that is, I'm just running away. Although I don't know why, Murphy, now.

——He said this as he walked north and held Qingmei's hand.

At that moment, the color in Filia's silver eyes, which had gradually dimmed, seemed to regain its innate fierceness, and she narrowed her eyes sharply.

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The northern mountains of Flimsrath were not a place that humans were supposed to enter from the beginning. There were no major roads and the maps only roughly mapped it.

This is understandable. After all, that place does not belong to the human realm, nor even to the realm of monsters. There are neither humans nor monsters, and of course no elves.

So, who used the vast northern mountains as their base?

The matter is very simple. In the final analysis, it is neither a human nor a demon, but the ancestral giant who regards it as his territory.

The Flims Rat Mountains are commonly known as the Giant's Bed, a place where relics of forgotten mythical times rest.

That being said, this doesn't mean that giants just walk around there on a regular basis.

It is also said that the Founding Titan is even larger than the mountains themselves. If such a thing were to wander around, the human kingdom would vanish overnight.

The giant just closed his eyes comfortably in his bed, dreaming an eternal dream, a dream from which he would not wake up until the end of the world.

So, to avoid the giant's anger and the end of the world, stay away from the north, as children often hear at bedtime.

In fact, it is now unknown whether the Founding Titan still exists or is asleep. It is said that many Titans became extinct in the war with the dragon clan.

However, it is a fact that monsters will not approach the Flimsrat Mountains, and even if there were no monsters, humans would not want to come into contact with the mountains that are difficult to live in and without the blessings of the earth.

Even the dwarves who believed in giants only built their capital at the foot of the Flimsrath Mountains, where the wind and snow were not as severe.

As a result, the Founding Titan's bed has remained undamaged to this day.

Of course, if this giant really existed, he could probably just roll over and block out invaders.

However, even in the past, such existence was only a rumor and no one had ever seen it.

No one would dare to approach such a place, and there was no reason for Murphy to go there at all costs.

But now, he has a clear reason, a reason that is more important than anything else.

That’s right, the Flimsrat Mountains are a place that Murphy is very familiar with, and that past that he misses so much now easily appears before his eyes.

In the snow, with the blizzard blowing on my cheeks, my feet trampled on the Flimsrath, with nothing in my hands but licking the humiliation and the days of giving up.

Ella's journey, engraved on the map, seemed to depict that disgusting day in detail. If everything remained the same, her next destination would undoubtedly be Flimsrat.

Before she knew it, Murphy's eyes closed, and the breath that should have been cold now felt strangely warm for some reason.

I thought I had come to a very far place, but in the end, no matter what I did, I couldn't seem to escape from there.

That's right, even if you keep avoiding the past, it will continue to seep out like mud. In this case, going directly to find it actively should be a solution, right?

——Precisely because of this, I have to pursue my long-awaited journey to save the world.

Chapter 7 Signs of Deterioration

Murphy sat on the edge of the bed, squinting her eyes and trying hard to let out a breath through her lungs. That was probably what was called a sigh of relief.

He looked at the person lying on the bed, breathed a sigh of relief, and his previously tense cheeks relaxed.

Although the bed was simply furnished, it was a place for patients to lie down after all, and several thick blankets could be seen on the bed.

"I didn't expect you to look so good, Bruda. Did you drink some good wine?"

Bruda, wrapped in a blanket, had lost all trace of her usual casual and rough look, but she still slumped her face, drawing lines on her cheeks that resembled facial paralysis.

His eyebrows were slightly crooked, probably because he could still feel the pain of the burn somewhere.

"Nonsense, employer! I don't want to see any alcohol right now. But if you can give something to the smoker, maybe he'll feel better."

After hearing what Bruda said, Murphy couldn't help but snort, took out a box of cigarettes from his arms and handed it over - after being taken away by Eltis, he went to get a new box.

Although it can't be called a souvenir, it can at least make people forget the pain.

Bruda rose gently and took it between his teeth in one slow motion.

Perhaps it’s because if you use too much force, the burn will irritate the body. Overall, it’s a pretty weak action.

However, as Vistalinu said, her body seemed to be surprisingly safe and sound, and she should be able to find a doctor in the Free City of Crossmaria and everything should be fine.

Bruda took a few puffs of the cigarette, letting the aroma pass through his nostrils, and then opened his lips.

"...So, what about the two ladies at the back? Do they need guards following behind as well?"

Bruda, cigarette still dangling from his lips, muttered to himself in surprise, or perhaps just disbelief.

Her brown eyes widened and she looked behind Murphy.

Without realizing it, Murphy's fingertips jumped up and she swallowed.

No, of course, since they came here together, he actually knew that they were all here now.

But because he was afraid that if he touched on it, the two of them would explode like a powder keg, he never dared to bring up the topic.

But from Bruda's perspective, this situation is obviously very strange.

Just when Murphy didn't know how to answer, the silver-haired figure jumped into his sight.

"Pretty much, because if there's no one supervising, someone might mistakenly think it doesn't matter where they go or what they do."

Filia whispered that it was to keep an eye on him, crossed her arms, and closed her lips again.

However, that silver eye seemed to be about to pierce through the prey in front of it, flashing a dazzling light, with the corners of the eyes slightly raised, as if a beast was about to pounce on its prey.

However, if it was just Filia, then this kind of look would be common.

This way, Murphy would keep drinking with her to his heart's content, and there would be an option to end the situation peacefully in the end.

Murphy gently pressed her lips with her bent index finger and spoke to Bruda who was looking at her.

"No, it's nothing, no big deal—"

Murphy probably wanted to change the atmosphere first, so he said this.

However, besides Filia, it seems that others cannot forgive this.

As if to bite his words into pieces, the voice rang out.

"—Nothing? No big deal? What do you mean? I hope you can tell me, Murphy!"

The owner of this clear voice was none other than Vlado Volgograd.

It can be seen that her black eyes intensified her gaze and looked straight at Murphy. Unlike Filia's harshness, there was a certain coldness hidden in her eyes.

This is not good. There is really nothing we can do.

Frankly speaking, not only these two people, but everyone has been in this state since Murphy said he wanted to go to the Flimsrat Mountains a few days ago.

It seemed like I had stepped hard on the tail of something, and it wasn't a lion or a wolf, but something even more ferocious.

Murphy's eyebrows drooped slightly, and his eyes naturally looked away, as if cold sweat was licking the back of his ears.

Perhaps it was because he saw Murphy's condition, but Bruda suppressed his laughter and frowned deeply at the corners of his eyes.

It is natural for a person to laugh at the misfortune of others, but it is also a terrible thing.

Just as Murphy was sighing in her heart, Bruda curved her eyelids, twitched her cheeks, and spoke as if to defend herself.

"I'm sorry, but I understand how you feel. The employer is the type who would drag the stake along even if he was nailed to the stake."

Guy, your words are so harsh. If you say so, I will look like a fool. I hope you can at least consider your rhetoric carefully.

Bruda wiped his eyes gently and continued, "So, are those people queuing outside the same?"

Hearing this, Murphy looked back involuntarily.

From inside the tent, one can clearly see the figures standing near the entrance and exit. There should be four or five of them. However, because there are elves mixed in, it is not known whether this counting method is correct.

In short, Mephi's words seemed to have caused great unrest not only in Filia and Frodo, but also in Eldis and Madia.

Although few people broke into the tent, in recent days, there were always soldiers from the Church of Heraldry and Gasalia who unnaturally broke into his field of vision.

No matter where I go, I am being watched, just like a criminal. No, even if I really committed a crime, I would definitely not be chased like this.

“People tend to forget where they planted seeds. Perhaps, without your employer knowing, you have already planted seeds around you.”

Seeing Murphy turn her gaze back to the outside of the tent, Bruda smiled and spoke again in a happy voice.

However, Murphy suddenly noticed that Bruda said this, and the smile in his eyes quietly disappeared.

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"What's wrong? I don't care where you go, Murphy."

After finishing her condolences to Bruda, as soon as Murphy left the tent, Filia opened her tightly closed lips and said this fluently while stroking his back, as if to say that she had no unhappiness at all.

If that were true, how wonderful it would be. However, the look in those silver eyes did not change at all, as if to say that it was not the case.

"I know you're not the type to stay in one place. In that case, I'll lead the way for you and pave the way for you—just."

Regardless, as Filia, these words were truly gentle.

It was so great that Murphy even wanted to raise her hands in joy, if she hadn't heard what came next.

Filia was still stroking Murphy's back, as if she wanted to entrust all her weight to him. She put her small lips close to his ear, and her long eyelashes cut through the sunlight that was slightly shining in.

"It's just—I hate being fooled, don't I? Where is it, Murphy? Somewhere, that person says they'll have my back, but then they're the fool who's shouldering the burns all by themselves. I feel like my pride has been slammed in the mud."

What Filia said seemed to grab his heart from behind. Murphy's eyes couldn't help but tremble. He seemed to have felt such a breath somewhere before.

But he knew, as Filia said, that was not the part that should be glossed over.

Since he and Filia had made an agreement, he should not violate that agreement.

Otherwise, he should have taken the blame for granted and tolerated it, at least giving Filia enough time to calm down.

"Yes, Murphy. I'm not denying where you're going. But there's something I want you to hear."

As if her words were in sync with Filia's, Frodo's lips began to move. Although she said this with a lighthearted expression, the weight of these words was very heavy.

Frodo's fingers fell on Murphy's right shoulder. Her fingers were very slender, as if they would be broken if touched.

Just like that, Frodo's body seemed to droop down, and she took up Murphy's right arm.

Like a whisper, a voice that made people feel itchy was spoken beside him.

"Perhaps, you haven't thought about what will happen to me in the future. Perhaps it will be convenient for me to dance in your palm. But even I can't always be the same as I was in Crossmaria."

That voice was heavier than Filia's, as if it was just passing by my ears.

It’s not good, it’s really not good. Murphy felt that the fear in her heart was about to crawl out of her throat.

It was as if the pressure and presence they had felt when they were called heroes in the past could now be vaguely felt.

But this is not what is truly scary.

What's really scary is that the aura and presence have changed a lot compared to before.

The two of them now seemed to be entangled with some dark aura.

Although Filia and Frodo neither harmed Murphy nor got angry with him, it could be said that the way they interacted with each other was really polite, even considerate.

Yet, for some reason, Murphy still felt something dangerous crawling up her back.

Chapter 8 The Man in the Mirror and the Happiness of the Body Devouring