After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

That is very ugly and cannot be said to others.

Ultimately, it's jealousy and envy - the other person knew him when he didn't know, lived with him, and shared his thoughts with him.

Feelings of jealousy and envy about that matter were intertwined deep in my heart, making even breathing seem nauseous and I even felt like vomiting.

Frodo thought that this was probably what was meant by internal organ spasm.

But now, besides this feeling, there is another feeling, and it must be something uglier than this.

That was the soothing thought of bringing the object of jealousy and envy under one's own magical power and destroying it.

Frodo's black hair danced and her eyes drooped. Although her heavy breathing had not yet subsided, her heart had regained some peace.

Magicians, unlike adventurers wielding swords or guns, do not use spells against each other.

Because there were not many people originally, and most of them were people of status and position, but the more important reason was.

——If two people who control demonic powers kill each other, one of them will surely die.

The so-called demon is definitely not something to be trifled with. It is impossible for it to perform a miracle to save the lost lives, nor is it possible for it to appear that the danger has been truly eliminated.

People like magicians are like carrying the threat itself with them when they walk around.

Therefore, it is natural that countries and races that dislike magicians have emerged; on the other hand, there are also countries that actively retain them as a force.

The outcome of such a duel between threats and fighting for life will always come in an instant - whoever can activate the magic first will bite off the other's Adam's apple first, that's all.

Because of this, duels between magicians usually begin with a conversation.

That is all for the purpose of finding the opponent's loopholes, even if it is just a tiny flaw, in order to disrupt the opponent's spirit, distort it, and put it at a disadvantage.

Frodo adjusted her ragged breathing and tried to calm herself down, her shoulders still swaying up and down.

After calming down and thinking about it, Ella's words were probably just to shake her.

No, perhaps it should be thought of this way. The hero of the Church of Heraldry and the Saint of the Cathedral have a long history, which is simply impossible.

After all, this is not a knight's story. How could it be possible that two childhood sweethearts would become completely opposite sides for various reasons?

I'm afraid that the gossip spoken casually by ordinary people is more credible than what she said.

So those words must have been said in order to shake himself and confuse himself.

Furthermore, even if Saint Ella and Murphy were childhood sweethearts, why would Ella say it like that?

Frodo squinted her eyes, wagging her long eyelashes. In front of her, she could see flames flaring and then gradually receding.

The saint and the evildoer have had a connection since childhood, and this should be the most important thing that needs to be covered up by the cathedral.

How could the saint, who was the person involved, say this so happily?

So, that was indeed a lie, that must be the case.

Frodo made this conclusion in her mind, as if she was speaking to herself.

Besides, the truth had already disappeared in the flames, so there was no need to think about it anymore.

Catching a glint of light at the edge of her vision, Frodo slowly bit her lip with her teeth.

Just at this moment.

——In the flames, I saw gold, a pair of eyes shining with light, with a majestic look, looking around with contempt.

At the same time, a sound that could not be described in words hit Frodo's ears and echoed in her mind.

"——What a great talent! I hope you don't do that. I'm just a coward, and that kind of violence is terrifying."

While making unique sounds, she caressed the exploding flame storm with delicate movements as if touching glass crafts.

The flaming snake, born from Frodo's hands and imbued with magical power in the process, had its neck strangled by slender, boneless fingers.

It was truly an extremely wonderful scene. Frodo's beautiful black eyes seemed to be frozen, taking it all in.

A humanoid creature claiming to be a saint easily caught the magic snake and then teased it in her hands.

I really can't believe this is reality. So-called magic, so-called demonic nature, is definitely not that simple.

Even a child knows that it is impossible to take another person's magic power intact into one's own hands.

Unconsciously, beads of sweat appeared on Frodo's forehead, and the cold touch continued to lick her cheeks.

"Besides, this won't work. This is form magic, right? Something I created can't hurt me, right?"

In the face of this lighthearted voice, Frodo's lips twisted up.

Why, why, how is it possible, these words did not appear in Frodo's mind.

There was only one thing that came to his mind now.

Definite death.

The essence of a duel between magicians is how to prevent the opponent's magic from taking effect.

Now, the enemy was devouring his magic right before his eyes, and he was helpless. The outcome would be decided in the blink of an eye.

That is, the other person's survival and one's own death.

After all, there is no time to condense magic power again, nor is there a gap to breathe. Even if he wants to succeed, the enemy will never allow it.

it's all over.

Death, which is inevitable, is here. My own death is standing before my eyes.

This is the only phenomenon that Frodo captured.

Even Reiri's mind couldn't think of anything more. The white fingers called "Death" stroked her skull.

Death said with a sneer.

"Didn't I tell you, Vlado Volgograd, don't worry—you won't get a beautiful redemption, but you will definitely be satisfied."

Just listening to it would make my eyes twitch and the sound of panic would surge up in my throat.

The terror within the terror seemed to seep out of his entire body.

At the same time, Frodo had an intuition that the person in front of her was definitely not a saint.

She was not a woman calling herself Ella, but something entirely different.

Something like that took a step forward and came towards this side.

Frodo's legs were completely unable to move, not because of fear, nor because she had lost her strength.

Really, I just couldn't move, like I was frozen.

"It's meaningless. You can't defy fate, even if you're a hero."

During this period, we got closer step by step.

Whether it was the eyes, the hair, or the expression, it was all that belonged to the self-proclaimed Saint Ella.

However, only the sound and atmosphere seemed to be painted by something else, completely different.

This is really weird and unpleasant.

"Ah, so this seems to be our first meeting, right? Please introduce yourself, Frodo Volgograd."

The cheerful voice continued, as if something was entangled in her ears, and an intuition arose in her mind that she didn't want to listen and shouldn't listen.

"—I am the divine spirit Artius. I will give you absolute happiness."

Then, Frodo saw those slender fingers touching her cheek.

In an instant, she felt something running, shaking the atmosphere.

Chapter 22 A Moment of Trance

Iron devours each other, producing notes that shave off the body.

Notes overlapped one after another, passing by the ears like explosions. This feeling continued, making people feel like they didn't even have time to breathe.

The Great Temple of Flimsrath, a sacred shrine.

In the deepest part, the majestic gold and the great evil wielded their blades to eat each other in order to destroy each other's lives, as if they wanted to settle everything here.

In the eyes of Ames Castina, the white blade twisted its body and sparks burst out in the air.

That time, in the hometown where he was born, the great evil that broke the shining weapon in two was remelted and forged, and the blade became simpler than before.

There were no decorative details, and no inscriptions on the blade; for the renowned Castina family, it could even be considered a simple item.

It has neither the support of magic nor the favor of God. It is an unnamed weapon. This is the only blade that Ames Castina wields at this moment.

——However, for Aimee Castina, a person with boundless talent, that was undoubtedly supreme.

A sword does not need any unnecessary decorations or colors, as long as it has ruthless power.

For Aimee, this is an unquestionable certainty and expectation.

Break and scrape away everything that is wrapped around you. Only in this way can the talent of Ames be revealed.

Every strike of the sword was sharp enough to prove this.

However, despite her intelligence, the duel still could not be ended.

The golden hair flew in the air and was cut off a little. If Ames was not careful even a little bit, she would have suffered the same fate as it.

The one wielding the rough black blade in front of him was the great evil Murphy Brigante. His gaze was sharp, as if he was looking down on everything, and the atmosphere he exuded was intimidating to all sides without any explanation.

His behavior and martial arts skills were nothing compared to what he had done that night.

Whether it was the strike of the blade or the speed of the feet, everything was like shedding its shell several times.

In short, this is the evidence of the various hardships he has experienced so far, surpassing the heart-wrenching experience, and then standing here.

Moreover, it must be done completely according to his will. What truly makes a person tenacious is only himself, no matter what era.

Yes, every part of him had become stronger, it was dizzying.

Having said that, this is not a reason to retreat.

Ames gripped the hilt of the sword tightly with both hands, and a fiery light flashed in her golden eyes.

Everything from that day to today has been possible for this moment, and now I am standing here.

Aimee had only one goal, it was no big deal, she just wanted to understand and acknowledge that everything was right.

That night, Aimee was confused about all of this.

What is right? What is good? And whose side is he on? I have no idea.

To this day, Aimees still clearly remembers that the things she had always believed in and relied on disappeared without a trace without her noticing.

What is right, what is just, what is evil, and what do you firmly believe in.

The people in the surrounding Grand Cathedral called Murphy a great evil, while the Heraldry Church called Murphy a hero, as if they were different people pointing fingers at each other.

In the end, Ames still didn't know what kind of person Murphy was, and she couldn't even figure out which side she was on. No matter how hard she thought about it, she couldn't come up with an answer.

Perhaps the so-called "good" or "evil" is ultimately just a pendulum that swings according to people's thoughts.

Perhaps it is wrong to believe that there is so-called justice in this world.

Ames thought that what she should have done was to seek out a well-educated and sensible cathedral priest who preached justice and goodness to help her solve her doubts.

But even so, I just discarded all thoughts, stopped looking for answers, and just swallowed the words of those around me.

From that night on, Aimees had become neither pure nor wise.

——So, let’s seek the answer here today. If we don’t surpass him, we will never catch up.

This is Ames's belief that there is something ahead beyond Murphy, and there is no point in getting anything before that.

All you need is one.

Today, what drives the bright sunshine forward is no longer the will of God or the awe-inspiring justice of the past.

Only the great will residing in my heart is calling out, wanting to take another step forward.

Other than that, nothing else was considered.

Moreover, at this point, Ames seemed unable to think deeply about anything anymore.

Therefore, the fact that Mett Brigant appeared before her eyes as an enemy was enough for Aimee.

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Sparks flew in the air and hit Murphy's eyes in an instant.