After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

"Are you kidding me? You're asking me to wait here leisurely by myself. That's too much."

With a tone of dissatisfaction, Frodo added, "But even so, I don't intend to live a life that would be called lazy."

Her black hair fluttered, and the voice was like she was taking a breath. There was a gleam in the corners of her eyes, and her eyes exuded a majestic aura.

Where did that uneasy and confused look from just now go? This change makes people wonder.

Frodo's lips popped open and she spoke.

"That night in the slums, when I held your hand, I decided that no matter what happened, it didn't matter - as long as you, my accomplice, would always stand by my side."

Accompanying these nostalgic words, Frodo showed a dreamy smile.

At this moment, there seemed to be the sound of footsteps slowly coming over.

Chapter 17 Longed for Reunion

In the ominous black fog that threatened to engulf the Great Temple itself, the leader, Garlas Gargantia, disappeared.

These two abnormal phenomena were intertwined, and the Knights Templar did not even notice the word "collapse". Although they were forced to retreat by these inexplicable phenomena, no one turned their backs.

Some people saw their comrades fall down and swung their enchanted spears.

It was a magical weapon granted by God to defeat His enemies, and it possessed the power to crush all of God's enemies.

Those treated in this way, whether with good or bad intentions, will lose their causal connection and be regarded as unquestionable enemies of God, and the Templars have such authority.

The Templars are an organization that both slaughters God's enemies and creates God's enemies.

Sometimes, this is also a vicious reason why they have the power to use violence, but now, this authoritative approach is indeed justified.

At least, this thick, muddy black fog is not something engraved in the Bible. The posture that makes people fall down like drunkards is something that God cannot allow.

In this way, the black fog is the enemy of God, and the enemy of God is the enemy of the Knights Templar.

The sharp edge of the magic weapon can penetrate whatever is in front of it. This is the so-called blessing of God.

Perhaps it was for this reason that the black fog, which was originally invulnerable even to magic and martial arts, was actually hit by the Templar's gun the moment it hit its body, and it squirmed and struggled.

Although it quickly returned to its original state, the effect itself was still there.

Aimee Castina, who was traveling with the Templar, noticed this and tilted her greatsword.

The sword was slightly heavier than the one she used before. As she raised it with both hands, Aimee's golden eyes twisted slightly.

——This is simply a torrent of curses, and we must not be swallowed by it.

If I use my own sword to swing, I should be able to repel the black fog to some extent. With the support of the magic cast by the Templar Knights' weapons, I should be able to hold out for a while.

But that's all.

The black mist, whose body was cut off, just shook its limbs slightly without being affected at all, and then came like a huge wave.

Sooner or later, you will be tripped, carry a heavy burden, and then be strangled.

In that case, facing the black fog like a knight and continuing to wield swords and spears would be meaningless. What needs to be done now is something else.

The golden right eye looked around, and holding the white blade, it cut through the space at a great speed, slightly repelling some of the black mist.

But even so, the black fog did not disperse on the spot.

Ames couldn't help but grit her teeth.

Bai Ren jumped and took a few steps back.

"Lady Saint, please retreat. I'm afraid we can't hold out here. I'll secure a retreat route. Even if you're alone, we must escape."

Behind her, the saint blinked. Ames didn't look over, but just pricked up her ears. During this time, her eyes were fixed on a place in the black fog.

Like singing, the smooth tone caressed Ames' ears. In this situation, there was no trace of pessimism in Saint Ella's voice.

"Well, it doesn't matter to me. Whether I go back or forward, it's all God's guidance."

As the Saint spoke, Ames noticed that her golden eyes were directed at the Paladins brandishing their weapons in front of her. She was probably asking them what to do.

Ames' lips uttered words in an instant.

The Templars were brave wherever they went, and faithful to their duties wherever they went.

If it is to ensure the safety of the saint, then he will sacrifice his life and shed blood no matter what.

Without their help, there would be no way to ensure the Saint's retreat.

Aimees's gaze shifted, and she discovered that there was movement in the black fog behind her. She couldn't help but sigh, her lips moving.

"—Deputy Captain, Captain Garlas is gone. We shouldn't stay here any longer, right? Shouldn't we open up a path to a place where the black fog is thinner and secure a retreat for the Saint, even if that means we're all abandoned."

This sentence probably won't be easily accepted, Ames said, muttering to herself while dual-wielding greatswords.

He was not a Templar Knight, but merely a companion of Garlas Gargantia. In short, he had no authority or title.

As a Templar Knight, it is impossible for him to easily believe what outsiders say.

Ames understood this very well. Thinking back, when she was in the free city of Crossmaria, hadn't she witnessed many cases where the quality of language was judged based on titles?

At that time, in her eyes, any acceptable statement was correct, otherwise it was wrong. This was a foolish judgment she held.

Seeing the vice-captain's silent expression with a twisted mouth, Ames opened her lips again.

"The successor captain of the Garlas group has already said that if anything happens to me, the safety of the Saint Lady must be considered first."

Hearing this, the deputy commander snapped his fingers suddenly, a bitter smile hung on the corner of his mouth, he sighed, and then spoke in a heavy voice.

"Then, Master Ames Castina, I will have two Templar Knights accompany you. You will take the Saint and secure a route of retreat—I'm sorry to trouble you."

The vice-captain complained that it was pathetic, narrowed his eyes, and drew his sword from the scabbard attached to his shield.

He walked forward and stopped talking. He must have known that he was abandoned, but he still planned to stay here.

Seeing his posture, Ames exhaled from the corner of her mouth. The white breath changed her figure and soon disappeared somewhere.

Judging from the deputy captain's expression, he seemed to have seen through the intentions of this side.

The fact that he had received instructions from Garlas Gargantia was, of course, just a lie, and that man wasn't the type to be so passive as to imagine what might happen to him.

Perhaps it was based on his understanding of this that the deputy head accepted his words.

Aimees closed her eyes, then opened them again.

Then, just as she had told the Templar and the Saint to accompany him, she pointed her white blade at a part of the black mist.

Ames accurately observed with her right eye that part seemed to be loose.

Of course, it could be some kind of trap, or it could be accidental, but there is no time to investigate the truth now.

In that case, I can only give it a try.

Holding the white blade, Ames took a step forward as if to walk in front of the saint, but in the meantime, she still frowned.

——Having said that, how would I feel about relying on lies to accomplish things in my past life?

Come to think of it, I'm afraid that saying it with a serious look is not really the right thing to do.

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It's right there, in front of the black fog.

A hall decorated with solemn ornaments, worthy of the name of a great temple.

It was probably used in rituals in the past. You can see things like white altars and candlesticks, and there are statues carved out of stone everywhere, which is creepy.

The white stones that made up the temple seemed to be faintly lit, and thankfully the foreground was not completely dark, but it was not bright either, just dim.

It's an incredible, indescribable wonderful space.

The dim lights illuminate the dreamlike hall, making people wonder whether this is really reality. Perhaps this is a scene from a dream.

Aimee Castina pricked up her ears and stared at the front of the hall with her one eye.

Behind her is Saint Ella, and behind Ella are two Templar Knights, who are moving forward step by step with a sense of crisis.

No wonder, this is certainly a place worthy of vigilance. No matter what, the black fog that nearly killed the Templar Knights actually gave way here so easily.

If you say that this is God's blessing, it would be a relief, but the Templars did not entrust everything to God.

Were we led here? It's natural to think so.

Therefore, every step of the Templar Knight was heavy, his facial features became sharp, his eyes swayed from side to side, and his heart was full of suspicion.

However, Aimee Castina was different, the dazzling gold staring at the shadow sitting on the altar at the front of the hall.

Because it was too quiet and motionless, it blended into the surrounding darkness. Its true appearance could not be grasped in the dim light. At first glance, it even looked like a decorated statue.

Ames found that her skin was naturally tense, and the two fists holding the big sword made a "creaking" sound.

Ames knew better than anyone that what she saw was not just a ritual statue.

She took a step forward, seemingly oblivious to the presence behind her, her golden eyes simply focused on the one in front of her.

The left eye, which had lost its luster, was whimpering restlessly.

It was so hot. From that night on, something had been there that could not be erased, no matter in the battles in the arena or in political occasions. Now Ames understood that it was a cry from deep within her heart.

Very, very hot.

"As an invitation, isn't it a little pale? If so, wouldn't it be better to invite us on a beautiful moonlit night?"

Suddenly, Shadow said self-deprecatingly.

His demeanor and tone remained unchanged from that night.

Ames suddenly remembered what she said that day.

——If I stand shoulder to shoulder with you, I’d be no better than you.

Yes, he and I were enemies now, but what was going on? Compared to this, I felt like I was reuniting with a friend after a long absence.

"No, there's no point beating around the bush. Besides, maybe even without an invitation, they'll show up on their own initiative."

Deep within the Great Temple, Shadow's eyes and Gold's gaze naturally overlapped, neither of them saying a single word, "Why?" or "How?"

Here, although there is only silence, there is also a huge amount of heat.

Chapter 18 The Only Title

A shadow faintly emerged from the altar of the Great Temple, its outline vaguely swaying.

At the same time, the shadow that was originally sitting on the altar suddenly stood up. Perhaps because the altar was several steps higher, it looked like it was moving in the air.

There, the shadows slowly took the shape of a human figure.

In Ames Castina's eyes, one could see his aura that seemed to tear apart the darkness.

At this point, there is no need to ask who it is.

He was an evil dragon that crushed nations with its jaws, a man known as the natural enemy of humanity, a pervert, a traitor, a traitor, and the lord of evil.

In the eyes of the believers in the cathedral, this name is undoubtedly an ominous name. It is a name that everyone is taboo about and no one dares to say out loud.

When the time comes to call him, I will call out his name with all the malice, accompanied by hatred and fear that will burn my internal organs.

That name is—Meffy Brigante, the very embodiment of evil.

The taboo figure that no one wanted to see now appeared in the Great Temple of Flimsrath.

It was him who stood before the golden eyes.

Aimees spoke, ignoring the slight trembling of her lips.

"You seem to have been on quite a difficult journey. Your reputation has spread far and wide. I thought you didn't care about me anymore."

The white-bladed sword held in both hands was shaking as if it had burrs. Ames couldn't help but tremble all over. It was not the so-called feeling of terror, but another completely opposite feeling.

And what she said was true. Since the Battle of Crossmaria, the two sides have never fought or encountered each other again.

During this time, Murphy covered herself with everything.

The reputation of a hero in the Church of Heraldry and the shocking notoriety in the Cathedral were all cheers for him.

All the things that ordinary people cannot bear are now carried on Murphy's shoulders one by one. The atmosphere is completely different from before.

Compared to when he used to be an adventurer in Crossmaria, the figure that came into view had become more powerful and majestic wherever he went.

It wasn't so much because of how his body had changed, but rather because of how he carried himself.

However, Ames did not feel oppressed by this atmosphere, nor did she feel suppressed by this momentum.

Her breath was hot, her golden eyes widened, and her cheeks trembled slightly.