After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

Although he was concerned about Filia and Garlas who flew out of sight together, it did not affect the overall situation.

As long as Filia can lure the enemy leader away, she will eventually devour the entire knight order.

So, there shouldn't be any problem.

Despite this, Eltis's internal organs shrank into a ball and felt extremely heavy, as if the inside of his body had turned into hard stone, and his molars clattered.

Eltis's body was frozen from the tips of her hair to her toes. Her breathing became heavier and heavier, and her exhaled breath had no heat.

Of course, it is difficult for the elf's body to adapt to this extremely cold land. She is very clear about this and has prepared herself for it.

And she also knew what kind of distortion would occur if she summoned the incarnation of nature into herself in such a situation.

However, Eltis did not take this matter to heart.

There was something stuck in Eltis's mind that was impossible to peel off: the violent throbbing of his own heart.

The heart was not just screaming and twisting its body out of excitement and chest trembling.

In fact, the reasons are quite the opposite.

——The existence called fear and terror made the heart beat violently.

I don’t know its true form, nor do I know why I am shaking.

But Eltis knew that what was now enveloping his heart and even his entire body was an emotion called fear.

There is something here, and that is the true face of horror, in general.

From the moment he stepped into the great temple, Eltis felt a sense of oppression as if he were being looked down upon from far above.

Just being under his gaze made my cheeks tense, and it felt like spindles were tied to my limbs. The aura was too thick.

And that aura became even stronger after Eltis awakened the spirit magic.

It was like some kind of resonance, that familiar and close feeling came closer without permission.

What on earth was that? Eldis understood, but she simply averted her eyes desperately.

It's so terrible, so terrible. Such thoughts continued to expand in Eltis's heart. This feeling, which she had never experienced before, even made her want to kneel down here and hug herself tightly.

It wasn't hot at all, but beads of sweat appeared on Eltis's forehead. His vision went blank. He wanted to surrender and bow down at the feet of this ancestor of the past.

Ah, but even so, I can't show that appearance here.

In order to attract the enemy leader, Filia Reinhard rushed into the enemy camp regardless of danger, and Frodo Volgograd also acted together with Murphy.

Both were revealing themselves to him.

So why am I the only one who has to grovel? Why am I the only one who has to be exposed in such an ugly way?

For Altis, Filia and Frodo both maintain a certain friendship through Mephi. It can be said that the feelings they have for Altis are incomparable to the feelings that elves have for humans.

However, having said that, it is definitely not the kind of relationship where they can be friendly and yield to each other.

At least in his case, each had his own fangs, fangs that only served to tear the other to pieces.

The bright flames that resided in the blue eyes began to shine.

——As for me, I won’t give up even a little bit, Filia, Frodo, even if it means killing the Founding Titan with my own hands.

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Frodo Volgograd's dark eyes took in the scene in a daze.

The scourge of the elves, known as the Curse of the Age of Gods, unfolds before our eyes.

You can see the Templar Knights, the pride of the Cathedral, lying on the ground.

This is what being helpless means. Although they are not dead yet, no one can draw their sword and they fall down.

It's so wonderful. The elven magic, known as the prototype of magic, has even been separated from its roots, but now its essence is revealed here.

"Wisdom" and "reason" are what humans accept and expect. The scenery that can be seen at the moment, no matter where it is, fascinates Frodo and attracts those black eyes everywhere.

As a magician, it is undoubtedly a blessing to encounter this scene.

But at the same time, Frodo felt her chest trembling slightly. It was an extremely ugly, sticky, and indescribable feeling.

This is jealousy, it is something that binds your chest and burns the corners of your eyes.

Frodo swallowed as she shook the black hair that was tangled around her head.

So, she naturally started thinking.

Could his magic do this? Could it control the enemy with such overwhelming power? Could it bring them to their knees so easily?

The depths of his brain were twisted into a ball by this thought, his eyes narrowed into a line, his thoughts became unusually clear, even annoying.

The answer is simple. Why didn't Murphy hold my hand in this situation? Why didn't anyone rely on my magic? Just think about it and you'll understand.

Murphy probably felt that she couldn't do such a thing, or that if she did it, she would become a heavy burden to him.

Not reconciled.

No matter how difficult it is, as long as he says the word, he will make it all happen. This is how the Gasalia Civil War and the Belphein Riots all happened.

So it's the same this time, although it will be a little difficult, but even so, I will definitely complete what Murphy said, that's for sure.

But what was going on? That Eltis was asking for a gift from Murphy as if she were his follower, and Murphy easily agreed.

To be honest, Frodo felt as if she saw in front of her a relationship that she and Murphy did not have, and her heart was very complicated.

It is no exaggeration to say that even the pupils feel moist.

After all, if she were asked to clearly state the relationship between herself and Murphy, Frodo would slightly close her little lips.

Initially an employer and adventurer, now they can be considered partners.

But what of the special relationship? The oath still existed, and there was no doubt that the magic that had bitten into his soul was still there, and it had driven a wedge.

However, if there is any relationship that can be expressed in words, it is probably not there. She is not his shield like Filia, nor does she treat him as a knight like Eltis.

When I think about it this way, I suddenly feel miserable and abandoned.

Although this is not the occasion, the more I try to get rid of this thought, the more it emerges from deep within my heart.

——I swore to turn him into gold and show him, but once he turned into gold, what value would I have afterwards?

This indescribable longing made Frodo's teeth chatter.

At this moment, she saw Murphy's eyes flashing beside her.

Chapter 16 People who met in a roundabout way

Frodo, who was standing next to Murphy, said this while fluttering her long eyelashes.

"Merphy. I can't see Filia, and neither can the Beast Rider—what should I do? If you want to see the situation, I have an idea."

The words trembled inexplicably, and the voice was filled with confusion and bewilderment, which was a rare tone for Frodo.

For better or worse, it is not her nature to show hesitation or weakness in front of others.

Even if worries and discouraging words pop up in her mind, she will swallow them down unconsciously. This is the kind of person Frodo is.

Murphy couldn't help but let out a breath from the corner of her mouth.

Right now, the black fog of the elven disaster is enveloping and ravaging the Great Temple. The sight of the once-proud Templar Knights falling to the ground without any ability to fight back is more eerie than refreshing.

Will things go smoothly this way? Is there something seriously wrong? Even this premonition is surfacing on the edge of my heart.

Of course, for Eltis, the mastermind behind this scene, such a thing might just be a matter of moving his fingers.

If this happened to the Templar Knights, it was only natural that Filia and the Knight of Honor, Garlas Gargantia, would lose their heat to the black mist and fall to the ground without even realizing it.

Rather than saying that the two of them unknowingly fell into a strange place, it is more likely that the former is much more likely.

Generally speaking, this is the case, but.

However, those two people really couldn't be said to be ordinary people, at least Filia was sure of that.

In this case, it is impossible for the two of them to be swallowed by the black fog together.

In short, both of them disappeared without a trace. It is still unknown whether they changed places or simply disappeared from sight.

After saying that, Frodo turned her gaze towards him, as if asking him what to do now.

Murphy shrugged, staring into the farthest corner of the corridor, and gently curled her fingers in response.

"—Filia said, 'Leave it to me,' and I agreed."

"Then," he continued briefly, his lips moving again, "then there's no need to doubt this statement. I think so, and Filia probably thinks so too."

Filia is just that kind of person, so there's no need to doubt or worry.

Of course, although she was somewhat concerned about her safety, if she was stopped by someone, she would definitely pout and make unhappy sounds.

As usual, she couldn't calm down until she was comforted.

So, it should be appropriate to do so.

Hearing what Murphy said, Frodo opened her eyes wide instantly, was silent for a moment, and suddenly said something.

"...Yes, Filia is your protector, your shield."

Guardian, shield, although this was not what Murphy said, it seems that Filia likes this title very much.

So he wouldn't just deny it. Besides, what could be more reliable than having the hero he once admired protecting him? Although it would still be a little scary to have him around all the time.

After that, Frodo probably wanted to say something else, and Murphy saw her little lips open.

However, perhaps because he tried so hard to choose the words, he still couldn't find the right ones, and only a faint white breath swayed in the air.

What's going on? He's been acting weird since just now.

Murphy originally wanted to urge her to speak, but unexpectedly, once she was speechless, she couldn't say anything.

Especially on a battlefield like this, sometimes even speaking becomes difficult.

Besides, that's it.

Guessing the other person's mood, alleviating mental distortion, and calming the other person down are what calm and rational people should do.

If this is not the case, it may have the opposite effect and force the other party into a desperate situation.

But it is obvious that I am neither calm nor rational now.

Her vision still remained at the deepest part of the corridor. Murphy bit her lip forcefully and spoke.

"Also, Frodo—no, sir, we can't let our guard down."

Before he could finish his words, his lips began to tremble and his whole body seemed to be tied up and he lost his breath.

The moment it came into view, the organs hidden in the body seemed to have turned into pieces of stopped flesh, the blood and energy receded at once, the heat of the flesh was taken away, and the exhaled breath seemed pale and weak.

But I don’t know why, I don’t feel any pain in any part of my body. It’s more like something is stirring deep inside me.

Murphy's eyes widened. At the end of his vision, at the deepest part of the corridor, as if to deflect the black mist spell carefully designed by the elf leader Eltis, there stood Gold.

——That is, the hero I admired, and the childhood sweetheart who became a saint.

Murphy's eyes narrowed and she felt her cheeks tingle.

Was it the joy of reunion, or something else entirely, pulsing beneath his pituitary gland? He couldn't figure it out for the life of him.

But no matter what, it was an extremely wonderful encounter.

If you want to break away from the past journey, the disgusting past that has spread out to the ground, you must find the right occasion and the right person, as revealed by the Lord God.

Murphy naturally addressed Eltis.

Because judging from the situation, even he himself cannot walk proudly in this black fog, so all he needs to do is guide him to the appropriate place.

It's a very simple matter just to slightly change the direction of the black fog.

Eldis opened her eyes wide, as if she had seen something unexpected, then she nodded vigorously and bent her fingertips.

Out of the corner of Murphy's eye, he noticed the black fog slightly change its direction.

It was probably at that time that Frodo also noticed the figure at the end of the corridor. She could see the beautiful black eyes twisted.

"It's okay to stay here, Frodo. It's really difficult to deal with old acquaintances, but there's nothing we can do about it."

Tilt the sword, Murphy stood up and said.

He didn't lie. He did think that it would be too cruel to bring the poorly-conditioned Frodo to the glorious hero.

However, Frodo responded as if to kick away his so-called consideration.