After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

From this alone, it was clear that the shields they held were created to repel things like magic and sorcery.

However, Frodo just waved her finger as if she didn't care at all, as if she was casually saying that this was a matter of course.

Magic resistance technology, after all, is something that is imitated from existing forms of magic. Although it can expel demonic nature, it cannot resist anything outside of its framework.

So, Murphy said, "If it were you, it would be like tearing paper."

For Frodo, since Murphy said so, there is no doubt that this is the fact. If this statement is wrong, then the world is wrong.

Therefore, with the ease of tearing thin paper, Frodo unleashed magic from her mouth, forcibly rewriting the world and turning it upside down.

"Excuse me--"

Frodo opened her lips slightly and drew words in the air with her fingertips as she spoke.

From Frodo's perspective, the Templar's eyes shook for a moment. The knight on the right was raising his sword towards her. In a few seconds, the sword would pierce Frodo's head.

However, in the instant before that, the whole world was frozen. There was no sound, no sign of anything being torn apart, and not a drop of blood was shed.

But that's where it all ended.

The Templar Knights on either side seemed frozen in place, unable to move. They couldn't even breathe or blink. They just maintained the posture of swinging their swords, frozen like statues.

They are no longer alive, no, they just can't move. Although they are not dead yet, they are almost there.

Only the body is frozen, the soul is still alive.

Therefore, their bodies did not rot, but they remained frozen at that moment without even having time to utter a whimper.

Is this death, or life? Call it what you will.

Frodo's fingertips brushed lightly, and her lips moved.

"I won't let you get in the way of Murphy. I'm his accomplice."

As she said this, only the girl known as the Saint remained in her black pupils, a trance-like smile appeared on her face, and magic power rippled from her whole body.

The saint looked at the black-haired girl standing in front of her, her lips moving slightly.

Chapter 20 From That Night to Today

——I won’t let you interfere with Murphy. I am his accomplice.

Hearing this, Frodo saw the saint in front of her smile slightly.

No, it would be more accurate to say that his lips were twisted up rather than smiling.

I don’t know how to describe it, but her expression was indeed a kind smile, exuding the aura of a saint.

However, the only difference was the pair of golden eyes.

Like a brilliant light, the golden eyes opened wide.

Before she felt that it was beautiful, Frodo sensed something was wrong, and a pain like a needle pricked her cheek instantly passed through her.

At least, the body of the Templar Knight who could become famous throughout the continent was turned into a statue in the blink of an eye, but the other party was not afraid at all, as if there was no real emotion.

Frodo felt her thigh spasm slightly and took half a step to the side, which showed that she had no intention of retreating at all.

This was already a distance sufficient to cast magic, and the deep part of Frodo's throat cooled down with appropriate tension.

However, Ella seemed unaware of Frodo's thoughts and raised her lips.

"...Accomplice, it was Murphy who suggested it, right? I thought so too, that's just his style. It's really a headache."

The tone was like he was saying something insignificant, like a mumbling tone. Ella touched her lips with her hand.

For Frodo, this sentence undoubtedly pierced a hole in her heart. She could not understand the content and intention of the words, nor did she think that the other party was speaking without purpose.

After all, when they met in Belphein before, Frodo said that she was Murphy's pursuer, and this time she said that she was an accomplice. Ella must be surprised and suspicious.

But Ella didn't look like that. She didn't ask why, what happened, or what happened. She just wrote the words lightly in the air.

Frodo's black hair fluttered in the dim light, and her ears tilted, listening to Ella's words.

"Always, always, deciding everything by himself. So when he comes back, he must be injured. Well, it's too dangerous, I can't bear to watch it."

Hearing this, it was Frodo's turn to raise her black eyes with a stiff expression, as if asking: What are you talking about?

However, facing her gaze, Ella seemed so relaxed.

She lowered her head and smiled gracefully, which even looked innocent at first glance, but it was too inappropriate for this occasion. This was a battlefield, not the time to smile easily.

Frodo could not understand what Ella said. With an extremely uncomfortable feeling, she frowned and slowly opened her mouth.

The air between the two of them made a faint sound like a shiver.

"——It sounds like you're talking about an old acquaintance, Miss Saint."

Frodo struggled to arrange the words in her chaotic mind and spoke, a wavering look appearing in her black eyes.

Just a moment ago, I had made the decision not to back down no matter what, but what was going on? There was a strange stirring in my gut, a sense of foreboding.

At the moment I opened my mouth and closed my mouth, my intuition told me that I was wrong.

I don't know the exact reason, but my heart is beating so fast as if to declare something, and I feel like the blood is being drained from my body.

The originally clever mind tells me that I did things I shouldn't have done and stepped on things I shouldn't have stepped on.

Ella didn't seem to care about Frodo's appearance, and spoke in a strangely dramatic tone while her golden hair shone.

"Need I say that? Because Murphy and I have been playing together since we were born."

The saint's voice lingered in her ears until it resounded through her brain, shaking Frodo's mind.

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Ella stared at the black eyes intently and stepped hard on the stone under her feet. It was hard and there was no warmth anywhere.

Frodo Volgograd, when she was first seen in the mercenary city of Belphein, she was pursuing the great sinner Mephi, but now she has become his accomplice.

Did I please him after that, or did I hold his hand before that?

As the sound left her lips, Ella couldn't help but feel a strange heat in the corner of her eyes.

Frankly, it was unbearable, the thought that Murphy might have found salvation outside of herself, and then leaning on that, made Ella's insides freeze cold as stone.

Of course, Ella thought it was her own mistake.

In the difficult life in the Cathedral, Murphy was undoubtedly his life-saving straw and his support. It can even be said that it was like this before, a long, long time ago.

The nobles all say that because they are of noble birth, they themselves must be noble; the celebrities think that because they graduated from the academy, they themselves must be noble.

But in reality, they are just a bunch of stupid guys who wear expensive things and think they are noble.

There are many people like this in this world, and in this world where even a sigh cannot be uttered, Murphy has always been his own salvation.

However, despite Murphy's redemption, he was unable to become Murphy's savior, which was really unbearable.

Because of this, he is in trouble now and has to overdraw his body to create space for himself to survive.

His figure, imitating a sword and a spear, did appear in the corner of the field of vision.

It's really useless. Yes, if I could curse, I would even want to curse myself.

These all came from Ella's heart and were the strong emotions in her heart.

But that's why it's like this.

At this moment, Ella's internal organs were already boiling, making a similar burning sound, or even a kind of contradiction.

—Accomplices? Who and whom?

His cheeks twitched, his eyes tingled, and his heart beat with a frightening throbbing pulse.

Ah, yes, the pastel hue in Frodo Volgograd's pupils, and the tone of her voice when she spoke of Mephistopheles.

At least, what resides in it is not anything like contempt or disdain.

Ella knew that something from nowhere was biting and sneering at her from near her heel.

After all, she is one of the same kind.

A cold breath hit me in the face, but deep down I felt so hot that I was almost suffocating. There was no doubt about its true nature, it was an emotion called anger.

I can't forgive myself for sitting next to him so easily.

Although she knew that this was a shallow emotion that could not be called pure, Ella couldn't help but think so.

She, no, it's not just Frodo LaVolgograd, to be honest, it should be all the people who stand beside Murphy and are in cahoots with the Cult of Heraldry.

All of this was a source of indignation for Ella.

Call me unreasonable or stupid, but you know what.

From childhood to adulthood, I have nothing in my hands, no dignity, no future, no money, no wisdom, and no way to obtain these things.

Of course, abandoned children can't get anything like that, so these hands have nothing.

However, I thought that this was enough and never thought that I could expect more. Describing the future is a hobby of rich people, not for abandoned children. Seeking food to eat today is the lifestyle that abandoned children should have.

——However, Murphy talked about the future in such a situation, that night, under the starry sky, to his young self.

So I believe it and live on.

In order to be with her future, in order to be with him, she gritted her teeth and survived by chewing on the mud.

Endure, endure, endure. With clenched fists and blood on his lips, he survived.

This is not the behavior of a clean saint, this is not a noble way of existence, it must be the worst of the worst.

But even so, Ella believed that she was the most suitable person to stay with Murphy, and for this reason, she had walked from that night to today.

Because of this, Ella could not tolerate Frodo in front of her.

They had only worked together for a few years, yet she dared to stand beside him and act like a threat, blocking his way.

Are you kidding me? How much have you sacrificed for that, for going there?

Now, there is no tolerance or understanding in Ella's heart, only the heat that burns everything.

"Childhood sweethearts, you and Murphy? Let's forget about this lame joke."

After a moment that seemed like forever, Ella looked contemptuously at Frodo's black eyes as she finally spoke.

"Don't worry, Frodo Volgograd."

Ella said in a calm tone, yet with an air of resentment.

"Whether or not this is a joke, your future is already determined here. You will not have a happy redemption."

Chapter 21: Gods

In the Great Temple of Flimsrat, the magician's breath covered the entire hall. It was one of the ultimate things that the human species could depict.

The breath took shape with the air and also gave birth to flames, and then a fire snake was born, crawling in the air.

As the sparks rustled, Frodo Volgograd's black eyes flickered.

Looking at the flash in her vision, Frodo didn't know what happened for a moment. It was only a few seconds later that she realized that the fire snake flew out from her fingertips.

Before he knew it, his spinal cord began to move and whimper, and his whole body was howling.

My throat felt dry as if it was filled with sand, and no matter how much water I swallowed, it seemed that it could not be cured. There was only inexplicable anxiety and turbid emotions that almost overflowed from my chest.

Cold breath escaped, over and over again, the breath escaping from the side of his mouth and just drifting into the air.

Those black eyes, with unclear vision, stared at the golden saint.

Yes, that’s exactly what the woman said.

She said that she and Murphy were childhood sweethearts.

Those words kept echoing in Frodo's mind, and they happened almost at the same time as the fire snake crawled out from her fingers and bared its fangs towards the saint.

The flames and their sparks sought to destroy the holy woman.

During this time, Frodo felt an indescribable, unknown emotional storm sweeping through her heart, her cheeks trembling and her teeth clenched tightly.

What should I say? What should I think?

The saint said that she and he were childhood sweethearts, so she could do this and that, and do whatever she wanted, as if it were all legitimate.

But, just because we've been together since childhood, does that give us the right to possess them? How foolish! This is completely insignificant and there's no point in remembering it.

This seemingly rational thought suddenly emerged in Frodo's mind.

However, in contrast, another idea emerged from deep within his heart.