After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

As if responding to Ames's smile, Murphy walked down a step while tilting the sword at her waist.

Although his expression couldn't be seen in the dim light, a twisted smile seemed to appear on his face.

Murphy gritted her teeth, making a loud noise, then opened her mouth and made a sound of "How could such a ridiculous thing happen?"

"If I forget you as a hero, all the fame in this world will vanish from my memory. Fame is meaningless in front of you."

His voice seemed to be suppressing something. Was this suppression due to emotion, or was it something else that was unbearable? Ames didn't know.

However, she clearly understood that Murphy's fierce eyes always penetrated her whole body.

So that's how it is. Judging from his behavior and words, it seems that I am still his enemy.

But this is a great thing and something to celebrate, because everything I have done so far has been for this.

Then there is only one language left, and that is the agreement on the battlefield. No, for the two of them, perhaps it has been like this since the beginning.

Ames's white blade gently caressed the sky.

Everything I'm saying now is just a joke. It's just that the passion in my body, like a river, can't stop running wildly, splashing a little bit of foam.

Therefore, the only thing that can really speak is force.

Murphy walked down another step, and the light of the black blade seemed to cut off space itself as it was pulled out of the scabbard.

As if responding, Ames walked towards the altar step by step.

Just with this, the space is compressed to an almost suffocating level.

"I've never done anything to be called a hero. I'm just Aimee Castina. And now, I'm standing before you."

There was no embellishment, vanity or arrogance in her words; they could even be described as plain and simple, but this was exactly what Aimee Castina truly thought.

As a hero, as a celebrity, as a general, what use were these in front of him? Nothing worked. He swept away all the titles and bravely moved forward. This was the man called Murphy.

Because of this, only one title is needed.

Ames gripped her beloved sword tightly, half-turned her body, got into position, and let out a breath.

"You and I can only be enemies, Mephistopheles."

Just like the words that Murphy said that night, Ames said so.

That expression was unusual for Aimee Castina, and it held a touch of irony.

Hearing this, Murphy took another step forward, holding the black blade, and spoke.

The eyes emitted a bright light, piercing through the gold, and the distance between the two people was very close.

"Very good, you are right, Aimee Castina."

Murphy nodded exaggeratedly at Ames' words, took off his coat and threw it aside, then assumed a stance with his sword on his body.

There was a murderous look in his eyes, and contrary to his frivolous tone, something dark was vaguely emerging from the other end of his words.

Even so, there was still a sense of happiness in it. Maybe it was a psychological effect, Murphy's lips seemed to jump.

"Aren't we enemies? I am an abandoned child, a lowly creature, and you are a noble and talented person. I am not even as good as a finger of yours, let alone touching your neck."

As Murphy spoke these words, sometimes her actions went beyond Ames's expectations.

His speech and behavior were like an old friend who had not seen each other for a long time, exactly the same as when he was in Crossmaria.

But Ames didn't think there was anything wrong with it. Rather, she felt it was real.

It would never be wrong to compete with him at this moment.

Before their eyes, Murphy's aura became stronger and more distinct, and the swords of both sides became sharper as if they were about to split the sky.

"But now, the era of sunshine has ended, and then the night will fall for me. Don't worry, Aimee Castina, you will not return alive today."

This seemed to be the whole rule. The moment Murphy finished saying this, the white light and the black blade began to tear at each other in the dim light. Neither one came first nor the other came last.

However, both sides seemed to be waiting for this moment to come, as if everything was for this moment, and they brandished their swords at the same time.

The voices of other people could no longer reach the ears of the two of them.

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Childhood friend Murphy and the brave hero Ames Castina are facing off.

Seeing the scene before her, Ella's golden pupils trembled and a sound came from her throat.

My fingertips felt as cold as if they were frozen, and it felt like they were getting even colder.

To others, she looked like a young girl trembling with fear in the midst of an overwhelming battle. At least that was how it looked to the Templar Knight who raised his shield to protect Ella.

However, Ella's heart was completely different from that kind of thing, completely different.

The golden eyes blinked, and a blazing fire appeared in the corner of the eyes, which disappeared in an instant.

——Ah, as expected, that wasn’t hostility or resentment.

Ella felt her conviction becoming reality, and her eyes became narrower and narrower.

Only one thing came to her mind, a feeling of disgust.

Aimee Castina, what he felt for Murphy was probably the kind of love that appears for a good rival or friend, the one that is called "love".

This can be seen even in the current confrontation.

Such thoughts are firm and pure no matter where he goes, which may be related to the fact that he is a very sincere person.

Ella suddenly felt a little overwhelmed, not because of Ames Castina's existence, but because her childhood friend Murphy actually responded to her feelings.

Unconsciously, she felt something that chilled her internal organs emerging in her heart.

So, what immediately came to Ella's mind was not jealousy or envy.

Ella's golden eyes shone with a brilliance beyond human intelligence. She was only thinking about one thing: how to remove the things that were now around Murphy.

If you ask why, there is only one hand he should hold, so just one person's hand nearby is enough.

Aimee Castina's way of being, no matter what form it takes, is to lend a hand to others.

Ella could not accept this no matter what.

A demonic aura gathered around her pupils, and the air in the temple trembled, as if praising Ella's gold, or as if in awe of her existence.

Ella's voice came as the spell fell from her mouth.

——Yeah, you’re not someone who would just stay quiet like that.

Just then, a voice came into Ella's ears.

What could be called vivid black eyes appeared at the end of her field of vision.

Chapter 19: People Close to God

Seeing her former classmate, Aimee Kastina, brandishing a blade with her golden eyes wide open, Frodo Volgograd couldn't help but narrow her eyes, and even a hint of pride emerged in her head.

At the same time, there is also a hint of loneliness.

As far as she could remember, Ames Castina had never shown such an expression since she was still at the academy in the free city of Crossmaria.

On the contrary, she always appears relaxed and at ease, even when faced with difficult things that would make everyone stop.

For a girl like her, anyone would assert that if it were him, there would be nothing he could do, and say that it was not something he could do.

Possessing that bottomless wisdom, the sun that makes everything bow to the earth, this is the essence of the gold called Aimee Castina.

If you try to get close to her, your skin will be burned, your eyes will ulcerate, and your will will collapse, so no one in the academy will compare themselves to her or chase after her.

And now she, the sun, was glaring with eyes wide open, teeth bared, swinging the sword with all her might, sometimes breaking muscles, sometimes crushing bones to drive her body.

There was only one person in front of his sight.

A hero of the Cult of Heraldry, and the one whom Frodo once vowed to forge into gold—Mephi.

There is no doubt that he is as mediocre as himself and has no talent at all.

He should be what the world refers to, something like lead and copper. It can be asserted that he must be an existence that has accomplished nothing.

It's disgusting and I will never let anyone say that again. I will not tolerate that kind of behavior.

I once swore that this was my ideal - even if my body decayed, I would reach out to the heroic Murphy and turn him into gold, even if it meant rewriting the world.

Because of this, the scene of Murphy and Ames biting and attacking each other now is the happiest thing for Frodo.

He was both his own accomplice and the one he had created, and now he was facing the sun without flinching.

Completely different from the swords and halberds seen in Crossmaria before, in a scene that night, every time Ames split the sky, Murphy would spit out flesh and blood.

He had not yet escaped from mediocrity, and he risked his life for that one blow, struggling against the blade.

Frodo remembered clearly that when she saw this scene, her heart felt like it was torn apart.

But now it’s different. Now he can fight the gold head-on.

No matter where he goes, he is noble, no matter where he goes, he works hard. Just looking at him will involuntarily bring up intoxicating thoughts, relax his cheeks, and bring a smile to his face.

Ah, I'm so proud. He is my accomplice, the hero I created, and the magic in him undoubtedly conveys this.

No matter what happens to him in the future, this will never change.

If possible, I really want to keep watching him, his behavior, and the way he exists.

However, it would be disrespectful to Murphy, as it would seem like she was feeling some kind of uneasiness towards him.

He trusted me and I trusted him, from beginning to end, until the end.

So, what I should do is not to be blindly obsessed with Murphy's battle, but to prevent those unromantic guys from interfering.

Frodo's dark eyes fixed on the one in front of her.

With pure yet elegant white hair and eyes that gleamed with the light of unquestionable will, Saint Ella stood there, radiating a sharp beauty.

"It's truly unexpected that you would say such rude words. However, I don't intend to do anything unbecoming of a saint."

In response to Frodo's words, Ella blinked her eyes and her lips trembled.

The movements are the same as before, even every movement of the fingertips is very delicate, and the expression and voice give people a graceful feeling.

This is exactly the image that comes to mind when you hear the word "saint".

But that look and voice made people feel an indescribable uneasiness, and an inexplicable fear eroded their whole body from deep in their heels.

In a way, it seems that more time has passed than before, and her behavior is becoming more and more like that of a saint. Maybe that's it.

However, the nature of the sounds that make up the sound is different, and that is undoubtedly heterogeneity itself.

The sound no longer lingered in the ears, but went straight to the brain.

That thing was so beautiful that it was beyond description, making people doubt whether it really belonged to a human. Frodo's eyes couldn't help but twist.

Before, both the sound and the atmosphere had some human touch, but now there was nothing like that.

Saliva slowly slid down Frodo's throat, and her toes seemed to be tightly sewn to the ground.

"That's right. Just like the moon and the trees, I'd be happy if you could just stay right here and not move."

As if she wanted to swallow what Frodo said, Ella said.

"That's not what a saint does, is it? A saint is supposed to hold salvation in her hands. If there's a being that needs saving, she'll reach out and touch it, even if it's mud."

If that's the case, then she can't really be called an honest person, Frodo muttered to herself.

The same thing happened during the conversation with Belphein. Ella's will was not at all blocked by the words of Lord Mordo and Filia. Even when facing herself who possessed amazing magical powers, she did not show any sign of giving in.

Although not very good, Ella's personality does not seem to be the gentle personality that one would imagine after hearing about the saint.

On the contrary, as long as it is to carry out her will, she will not hesitate no matter what it is.

Speaking of which, such people even make people feel that they have a cruel self similar to Murphy's.

Frodo exerted force with her fingertips while expanding her field of vision.

During this brief conversation, Ella was relaxed and at ease, but the Templar Knights guarding her were different.

In the blink of an eye, their hands were ready with swords and shields, and they pierced Frodo with sharp eyes.

Maybe he had already seen that I was a magician, Frodo thought.

The shield protruding from the front makes it seem a bit inaccessible. It's almost a feeling of disgust.

It must be a shield treated with magic resistance. To ordinary people, this may not be a big deal, but to magicians, sorcerers and other people who are proficient in magic, even if they put it in their field of vision, they will feel a sense of incongruity as if their skin is tightening.

After all, only that portion of the magic that originally filled the world was removed, revealing its true appearance.