After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

He really hasn't changed.

Eldis couldn't help but blink her green eyes, a smile spreading across her face. Her eyes slowly closed, and behind her eyelids danced a nostalgic scene.

That was the memory of Eltis when he was still in that tower.

The scene at that time when my spirit was broken, my knees were broken, and I could only squat there timidly, praying that everything could be cursed away.

He, Murphy, pulled his hand over and said those words, just like now, doing whatever he wants and having his own way.

Eltis still remembered how extreme his words were at that time.

——Who is the one who wants to give up, Eltis? It's you, right? Isn't it you who gave up because of your own will?

These words are still deeply engraved in Eltis's long ears, and cannot be removed no matter what.

Of course, Eltis himself had no intention of forgetting it.

When he heard this for the first time, Altis thought Murphy was such a selfish and arrogant guy.

He clearly knows nothing about his own affairs, yet he still dares to say what he likes. He must be a very stupid guy, so I want to force him to my side and make him cry in front of me.

However, the result he guided was completely different. As if he didn't know his own thoughts, he spoke out his intentions brazenly, tore the battlefield apart, and finally rescued himself from the tower.

Of course, despite this, Murphy's selfish nature hasn't changed. In fact, it can even be said that it's accelerating. That's right.

He trespassed into other people's territory without permission, captured their hearts without permission, and then pretended nothing happened and disappeared.

Really, he is so selfish and this person is so bad. There must be a limit to being willful.

However, if the person saved by this selfishness was an elf named Fen Altis, then it would be impossible to completely deny it.

It's so contradictory to resent his willfulness while loving him at the same time. Unconsciously, Altis laughed at herself.

She sighed as she put two pairs of white gloves on her fingers.

When Murphy said he was going to Flimsrat, the great mountain range in the north, the elven suit that wrapped him told him that he was not hiding anything, nor was he lying.

At least, he decided where to go based on some basis and conviction that was unique to him.

It is unknown whether Ella, the enemy witch and the heart of the cathedral, will actually be there.

However, Murphy said so without any hypocrisy.

Then for Eltis, there is no point in not trusting him.

If his knight was convinced, then it was right. He would only obey his words, and any other denial would hit him like a huge wave.

It is said that Flimsrath is an extremely cold place. For the elves who have never been to a place with a huge temperature difference, this will be an unbearable journey.

But for some reason, Eltis couldn't stop putting a thick coat on his shoulders.

After hearing Murphy's words, the only thing running through her clever brain was how to get into Flimsrath.

After all, the method to kill the thought of giving up was taught to him by no one else but Murphy.

At this point, no matter how cold the destination is, it is not a reason to stop.

Even if it was the Giant's Bed, so what? The Giants were, after all, a race forced to face destruction after a devastating defeat in the past.

Although they were once the natural enemies of the elves, how could they be afraid of such a being now?

As Altis was finishing her preparations for the journey and placing her distinctive rapier at her waist, a sentimental sigh emanated from within the large tent of Gasalia.

"—Really, do we have to go to the Flimsrath Mountains, Master Eltis?"

That was the voice of Valette, Eltis's maid.

The colors contained in the voice can make people feel anger, sadness and pity.

As an elf, this is truly a precious and highly emotional way of swinging. People like her who are so sensitive to the feelings of others do not exist among the elves.

Eldis wiggled his eyebrows and spoke.

"Of course I have to go. I don't want to become a fool who strangles himself like before."

Yes, just like in the past, squatting on the ground in fear, trying to find a reason to give up, was simply a joke.

If Murphy wants to see herself like that, that's one thing, but if that's not the case, I won't show that ugly side again.

Hearing Eldis' words, Valette's fingertips trembled.

From her mouth, there seemed to be a feeling that was completely inappropriate for the Queen.

From what Eltis could see, her eyes seemed to be battling something.

"You are Finn of Gasalia. You are favored by nature and guide us elves. Many of our compatriots look to your voice, Master Eltis, and your will!"

For better or worse, the elf Valette is not an elf at all.

If it is an ordinary elf, I will tell it the truth calmly. If I can't do it, I will give up early.

The elves have a long lifespan, and perhaps because of this, this race's passion or persistence for something has become quite weak.

Just ask yourself, how many elves want to bind something, but have their hearts shaken by it?

Perhaps the ancestors of the elves would choose to do this, so as not to disturb their emotions and to grow leisurely like plants. In this sense, Valette must be a heretic.

And, myself too.

Valette said in a firm tone, with excitement in her eyes.

"Excuse me, Master Eltis's thoughts—"

Not serious.

Perhaps wanting to say so, Eltis blinked when he saw Varet, who was speechless for some reason.

As Altis approached her, he slowly opened his lips, and the sound, like a teasing sound deep in her ears, echoed in the tent.

"—Is seriousness happiness, Valette? If I were a serious elf, I'd probably still be in that tower, singing the praises of a life that will never end."

Of course, now thinking back, from that time on, from the moment Murphy took my hand in the tower and accepted it, I was no longer a proper elf, and I had taken the wrong path that should have been a straight path.

But I never felt that it was a misfortune, not even once.

Rather, the feeling of missing him makes one's heart flutter.

What a happy and joyful thing this is! Even gold cannot compare to this happiness. Looking back on that past, I am afraid that it would be misfortune if things were serious.

"So," Eldis said, staring into Valette's eyes from the front.

At this moment, Valette's eyes were moist and tears fell, the luster of which reminded people of a wet mirror.

Looking at Valette, whose own image was clearly reflected in her eyes, Eldis hugged her like a friend and said.

"Seven days will be enough. Please give me some time, Valette. I just want to use my privilege as Finn for this."

As Eltis said this, the spirit spell that resided in Valette slowly deteriorated.

That was some kind of mutation. Originally, the elf spell was something that was used directly and would not cause any mutation.

However, even after witnessing the impossible transformation, Eltis remained unshaken, for she knew that this was the essence of Valette.

Scales of light danced in the air, forming the ritual of Valette's body and causing its very form to change.

To call it magic is a bit strange, but to call it a miracle, the technique is a little insufficient.

Eltis blinked, and in that instant, everything was over.

As he left slowly and reluctantly, the person who appeared before Eltis's eyes was no longer Valette, but another self.

Crystal clear blue eyes, hair of the same color, snow-white skin, a beautiful appearance that looks down on the surroundings, an existence that can confuse even the mirror, is right there.

This is the final form after Valette's body was transformed.

"Thank you for your hard work, Valette."

The person in front of Eltis, who looked exactly like her, bowed his head respectfully.

"No, this is my duty as a subject—but, Lord Eltis, even with the help of your spirit's power, I'm not sure if I can hold out for seven days, so I hope you can return soon."

Her voice and mannerisms were very similar to Eltis's. Perhaps this was something only Valette, who was adept at imitating others, would do. They were so identical that it made one laugh.

Eldis once again watched Valette's magic, nodding in admiration while pulling his hat down low.

The Shadow Dharmakaya, which was supposed to be used in times of crisis, was used in this form, and he even said such willful words to Valette.

When I get back, I'll play her favorite board games with her. Even if I have to spend the night with her like before, I have no choice but to accept it this time, right?

Only at this moment would Altis's blue eyes soften. Anyway, Altis became innocent when talking about Valette, and the same was true for Valette.

When Eldis walked out of the tent with Valette, who was dressed as herself, she wore a hat that hid her hair and eyes, so even the soldiers would not notice that it was Eldis herself.

When finally leaving the Gasalia camp, Eltis suddenly thought, what would Murphy say when he saw himself dressed in men's clothes again?

Would he be happy, surprised, or angry? He couldn't imagine how he would react.

But he did say that he would depend on me.

So, in order to somewhat meet his expectations, it was only natural for me to stay by his side.

Besides this, Eltis had another thing to worry about, which was the elf armor that Murphy was wearing.

Although nature has always been protecting him, on the other hand, nature has also left deep footprints in the depths of his soul.

Maybe now, the time has come when his body will become heavy without me around.

Eldis narrowed her green eyes slightly from beneath her hat, a charming smile spreading across her face.

- Murphy, I will give you all the blessings and happiness, the happiness that you can no longer survive without.

Chapter 9 Capturing the Spirit

Wearing gloves that are twice as thick as usual makes me feel alienated from everything around me.

I don’t know if it’s because this feeling is different from usual, or if it’s a psychological effect, but Murphy is not in a very good mood.

But even so, if your fingers are amputated due to frostbite because you are not wearing thin clothes, it will be no joke.

Sometimes freezing cold can take away human flesh and life with just a gust of wind. At least similar things have happened in the past, so there is no need to repeat the same mistake.

Murphy held a small amount of beer in his mouth and stroked the liquid with his tongue, feeling the spicy taste of Belphein's specialty beer and letting his body warm up naturally.

However, because his dry coughing lips were very worrying, he took another sip of beer to moisten his throat before speaking.

"So, there won't be any usual sermons this time, Saint Lady?"

Murphy said this after racking her brains to choose a few words.

Although he thought about it for a long time, no matter what words he used, it seemed as if sharp spears would pop out of Saint Madia's lips, so in the end he chose ordinary language.

However, when they first walked into the tent, judging from the way Mattia was looking at the parchment with only her back exposed, it seemed that the anger had already spread from her head to her toes. It was terrible.

Murphy prepared herself mentally for the sound that would come out of her lips after taking that stance.

However, the sound that Mattia made next was much calmer than he had imagined, even weak.

"Hey, what did you do to deserve my lecture?"

Mattia seemed to be in a very good mood, and her voice had an especially bright tone, which made Murphy open her eyes wide.

It wasn't that he was disappointed, but he felt like the tense air in his lungs was suddenly sucked out.

To be honest, because he had done something willful again, Murphy thought that Mattia would lecture him in a sharp voice.

But today Mattia doesn't seem to be in that mood. No, that's good. I hope you can continue to be happy like this.

"No, that's not the case. I've been so grateful for your kindness, so I figured it would be better to accept your lecture now rather than continue to argue with you later."

Murphy draped his coat over his shoulders and added, "That would be best if not."

Although Mattia is not his master, if Mattia says yes, then no one else will object to his behavior, and he can give it his all.

Mattia clenched her fingers tightly in fear of the cold, still with her back to Murphy, and spoke in a soft but trembling voice.

"I only speak angry words to you after you break your oath to me, don't I?"

Murphy narrowed her eyes, savoring Mattia's words, realizing that the oath probably referred to something exchanged in Belphein.

That was the oath he and Mattia had made, to be proud of themselves and never venture into danger without permission.

But in fact, in Murphy's opinion, he did not expect that the oath would have such an exaggerated ending.

But even so, if this was Mattia's unique way of worrying, then there was no need for him to refuse specifically.

Moreover, because almost no one cared about him in the past, the fact that the Saint of the Church of Heraldry was now worried about his whereabouts made him feel that he should accept this level of things willingly.

Although Murphy herself felt that this was a boring and even stupid feeling, it should be something worth being happy about if someone could feel concerned about her.