After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

Madia spread out the parchment with her hands and continued.

"Yes, but it would be better if you could say it yourself. This time, you are here to ask for my forgiveness, right, Murphy?"

Come to ask for forgiveness? Hearing this, Murphy frowned unconsciously.

Although it seemed to be true, he felt a sense of disharmony in his heart.

He couldn't explain what it was exactly, but it felt like an invisible string was wrapped around his neck, giving him a strange, suffocating feeling.

Not knowing how to respond to this, he closed his eyes and his lips naturally searched for words, but none of them could fully fit his current mood.

"Yes—then, would you allow me to go on an expedition to Flimsrath, Saint-sama?"

Although he felt that this sentence was not suitable for him, Murphy still said it. At the same time, he also confirmed his thoughts. Sure enough, he felt like something strange was licking his neck.

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Saint Matthias was also experienced in concealing her inner emotions.

The Saint of Heraldry is the embodiment of knowledge and reason. Since this is the image they pursue, being led by emotions is an ugly behavior that should not occur.

For Mattia, who had been required to live as a saint since childhood, she had only shown such an ugly appearance a few times at most. At least in front of her believers, she had never shown any emotion other than calculation.

That’s right, deep emotions in the heart are unnecessary for the Saint of Heraldry. All actions should be completed with calculation and wisdom.

It is precisely because of this that I think: I am definitely not qualified to be called a saint now.

Mattia tried desperately to suppress her trembling voice and remained calm, clenching her fingers so tightly that even wrinkles appeared on the parchment.

However, no matter how normal her face looked, she still unconsciously exuded a faint heat, and inexplicable waves appeared in her pupils.

What a shameful thing, it's impossible, it's not a good thing to have such a thing.

Although Mattia stared at the parchment in front of her desperately, not a single word on it could enter her mind. Not only that, she felt as if her head was being steamed.

She knew the reason.

The reason why he became like this was ultimately because of Murphy's behavior, but he came to seek his forgiveness. Just this loosened the shackles of emotion and could never be closed again.

Thinking of this, my heart beat faster and I felt a sense of shame, but at the same time, a feeling of joy was swirling in my heart.

How sad! Mattia couldn't help but blame herself and even felt ridiculous.

But even so, his cheeks were still hot, and strange lines appeared at the corners of his mouth, which should have been tightened.

This is a face that must not be seen by others.

Especially, how could I behave like this in front of him?

——Ah, but it is still difficult to conceal this heart-shaking joy.

Hitherto he had acted according to his own ideas, almost as he wished, and always plunged into danger.

But now he has started to listen to himself, which is great and such a happy thing.

Murphy certainly didn't notice that if it were him in the past, he would never do such a thing.

He probably hasn't realized yet that there's a spiritual thread wrapped around his neck.

And even if he found out, what could he do?

Mattia's lips curled upwards like a semicircle.

The agreement is a vow, and the vow is a contract. As they change their postures, they actually turn into a silk thread and entangle with Murphy's spirit.

It is definitely not something that can be easily extracted. Rather, as the language is repeated, the threads will become more entangled and complicated.

That's why Mattia urged Murphy to continue and ask for her forgiveness.

Let him know that what is governed is not what Mattia wants, but what he himself wants, and let it be engraved on his spirit like this.

Murphy's voice rolled onto the tent.

——Will you allow me to go on an expedition to Flimsrath, Lady Saint?

Hearing this, Mattia bit her lip, then tried her best to tighten her face, and turned around when her expression looked okay.

Looking directly into Murphy's face, he said.

"Well, I allow it—Merphy, I am very happy that you can act for the Order of Heraldry and for me."

Madia weaves the words slowly, as if to let Murphy chew it up.

Madia thought it didn't matter even if his real purpose was for himself rather than for the Church of Heraldry.

From his sudden decision to go to Flimsrath, it was natural to infer that he had some extraordinary intentions, at least that was how Mattia understood it.

But, that's why she said this: I feel very happy to act for me.

In this way, a lot of things like guilt will be buried in his heart, and then naturally, his consciousness will slowly turn to himself, making his original thoughts become blurred.

In fact, a very embarrassed expression now appeared on Murphy's face.

Mattia couldn't stop smiling at this, a smile that she, as a saint, would never show.

Her cheeks were beautifully lined, her eyes were dreamy, and she had a smile that was practically bewitching.

Chapter 10: The Encounter of the Golden Ones and the Breath of the Age of Gods

The scenery was like the mountains were forcibly painted white. The mountains that should have revealed their majestic appearance were now completely covered by white.

Ella's white hair blended with the white snow, and she couldn't help but look up at the sky. Snowflakes were falling sporadically in the distant sky like a sigh.

The beauty of snowflakes dancing in the air is beyond words, but their essence is a symbol of loss of life, which is truly disturbing.

People often say that all beautiful things have thorns, but is this an exaggeration? Perhaps it is precisely because of such danger that the dead snow here seems even more beautiful.

Ella picked up a piece of scattered snow in her gloved palm. Although she wanted to keep it in her hand, the snowflake quickly melted into water.

"What's wrong? Are you tired? Miss Diva, I'm sorry, but the snow has fallen here and we can't drag the carriage over here."

Seeing Ella suddenly stop to catch some snow, the man walking with her turned around slightly and made a sound.

Ayla couldn't help but smile at his frivolous tone and demeanor as she replied.

"Nothing, Templar Garlas Gargantia, and I'm not a diva. Well, of course not."

"Then it would be better to call you Lady Ella."

Seeing Garlas laughing and making a witty remark, the expressions of the other Templar Knights surrounding Ella froze.

Indeed, Ella's current correct status is only a candidate for the Saint, and the title of the Diva Saint is also given temporarily, so as a Templar Knight, there will be no problem for Garlas to use an ordinary title.

But, that is now after all.

The singing saint Ella. Her golden eyes and the shining appearance of playing poetry have been accepted by priests and common people, just like a saint.

The same is true for His Holiness the Pope whom the Paladins serve. No, it can be said that the Pope is the first person who firmly believes that she is the Saint.

Because of this, most of the Templar Knights who were supposed to be guarding the cathedral were sent to serve as her guards, which was tantamount to God's will that Ella would become a saint.

Therefore, it was only a matter of time before Ella would attend as a saint. What remained was only the test prepared by the Lord God and when the pilgrimage would end.

Therefore, the Templar Knights who were allowed to accompany her as guards also treated Ella as a saint, because they knew that in the future they would definitely follow her with their heads down.

However, Garlas Gargantia alone was a different story.

——A man who is the most skilled of all the Templars, yet the least like a Templar, a beast with a gun.

Was it because he had been given that derogatory name? His tone was so frivolous no matter where he looked, and even towards the Saint, there wasn't a shred of respect.

Whenever Garlas spoke, the Templars' expressions stiffened and their backs tensed.

Some of them also hoped that this would be an opportunity, hoping that Garlas, whom they usually disliked, would accidentally provoke the Saint's wrath.

However, Ella smiled brightly in response to Garlas's extremely frivolous words.

"Really, I don't understand you. Well, it's okay, just do as you like."

Although Ella sighed softly, there was no sense of disgust in it.

I heard that Garlas Gargantia and the Saint had known each other since she was still a nun. Perhaps because of this, he felt at ease when he said those words.

With his close relationship with the future Saint, Garlas is undoubtedly the object of envy and jealousy among the Templar Knights.

But even so, the only Templar who intends to take the initiative to greet Ella in order to find fate here is Garlas.

No matter who they are, they always behave like a frank servant of the Saint.

The reason was simple. To the Grand Saints, the Saint was no longer human.

A saint is someone who approaches God with awe, taking several steps forward in human form. She is someone who possesses the miracles and mysteries of the Age of Gods.

Therefore, the Saint is held in excessive worship and awe, and Ella's recent words and deeds have only made the awe held by the Templars even stronger.

Following God's revelation, Ella continues on her pilgrimage, and her behavior, magic, no, her existence itself is changing little by little. At least now she is no longer felt like a small town girl.

The Templar Knights who guard it sometimes have this sense of reality in their casual daily encounters.

Those were Ella's eyes. Although they were not like this normally, they would feel terrified when occasionally caught in that golden color.

He felt a fear as if he were being directly watched by a being far above him, he whimpered as if his own outline and existence had become blurred, his spirit was being forcibly pulled, and he went crazy.

That must be an undoubted mystical manifestation, which means that the girl Ella has mastered a part of God. This fact is a great joy that makes the believers of the cathedral feel warm in their hearts.

However, this must be because the other party is very far away from him.

Once you feel its presence up close, your heart will start beating in panic and your emotions will be bound by excessive fear.

In the past, there were people who were very close to God and were swallowed by the light, and their eyes and whole bodies were burned.

Because of this, the only one who would talk to Ella was Garras Gargantia.

And, another one.

He was the one permitted to accompany this journey in the form of a companion to Garlas Gargantia.

It is said that this male one-eyed swordsman is a famous figure in the free city of Crossmaria, and was given the nickname "The Righteous Avenger". His name is Ames Castina.

"The only thing that can reveal its location is the inherited records, but we should be able to see its appearance in the near future."

Facing Ames's calm whisper, Ella nodded slightly in response, her golden eyes capturing Ames' figure.

No one present had a deep understanding of Aimee Castina.

All they knew was that the One and Only God, Cassia, had chosen him as her protector from the very beginning.

Secondly, he is one of the few people who survived after facing the Lord of Evil, Murphy, and directly slashing at him with his sword.

It is said that the left eye that has lost its sight forever is the scar that Murphy carved on its body.

On top of that, Ella knew more than the Templars around her.

When she first met Aimee, she discovered that this "young man" who called himself Aimee Castina did not seem to be a real man.

Although Ames's dress, manners and conversation were very similar to those of a well-educated aristocratic man, Ella could see at a glance that those were all deliberate disguises.

But she didn't know why Ames did this, and of course, she didn't want to know.

In addition, Ella also knows the true identity of Aimee Castina.

Although she had only seen her from afar, she had indeed seen Ames Castina with her own eyes—in the border city of Lars, together with Murphy.

Today, Aimees looks much more mature than before, with a scar on her face, as if announcing the suffering she has experienced.

But Ella didn't care about the other person's identity and experience. The only thing she wanted to know now was the rumor.

It is rumored that Ames's hostility towards evil is stronger than anyone else's. Although she only has one eye, her martial arts skills are definitely not something that ordinary people can touch.

That is why the people look forward to his story - a story about how he was once defeated by evil and fell in a pool of blood, but now he has picked up the sword again and embarked on the path of righteous avenger.

Because she had heard these stories beforehand, Ella had guessed that Aimee Castina was a person with eyes filled with bright black fire.

Was it hostility towards Murphy, or revenge? Either way, she looked like someone whose emotions would overflow.

However, this does not seem to be the case.

There was no hostility or revenge in Aimee Castina's eyes, only a strong burning emotion.

"It's just small talk." Ella said the opening remark, her white hair swaying, her shoulders slightly hunched because of the cold snow, and then she spoke with her lips trembling slightly.　

"—You met Murphy, the Lord of Evil, right? What kind of person is he?"

Faced with Ella's temptation, Ames Castina pursed her lips for a moment, as if pondering what to say.

Those golden eyes didn't capture Ella at all, but seemed to be imagining another person who was even further away.

After a slow pause of a few seconds, Ames said.