After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

There was only a strange silence, and a feeling of heat being ripped from my body.

It couldn't be better.

So, at the moment when Murphy wanted to give up his worn-out consciousness.

It was like incongruity itself, a series of overlapping sounds hitting his ears.

—Oh, is that no longer necessary?

In an instant, Murphy's heart, which should have lost its vitality, made a loud sound.

It was a familiar voice, a very unpleasant and disgusting voice.

It sounds like sound itself, but has absolutely no sound quality.

Murphy felt that He was approaching this side.

——Since that’s the case, accept that soul once again now, for all the salvation in this world, and for all the happiness in this world.

His eyes were twitching, and the blood that kept spitting out of his body was shockingly cold. Although he couldn't move a finger, his body was telling him that the thing approaching was a clear threat.

Pure white hair came into view, it was a figure that I was once familiar with and even admired.

But now, her expression is completely different from before.

Murphy's body was completely out of control, and there were blades stuck in his flesh. Even if his body was obedient, it would not be easy for him to move.

Therefore, in the face of this clear threat, he could only open his eyes wide.

"What's wrong? You're staring at me with such scary eyes. I'd be happy if you could be a little more friendly."

Something dressed in green plum and looking like Ella was there.

Chapter 24 Prayers and Wishes

Suddenly, a deafening roar rang in Murphy's ears.

At the same time, he felt that all the bones and muscles in his body were impacted, and blood was constantly falling from his limbs and torso.

I don't know what happened or what was done.

All he could comprehend was that his body had been flung to the sacrificial floor of the great temple as easily as a brushed-off fly.

Because of the pain, Murphy's eyes were wide open and his expression was distorted.

He gritted his teeth and twisted his body, but he couldn't move even a finger.

At that moment, he felt as if something fatal was falling off his body, not blood, not flesh, but something close to his soul.

Murphy's body was pierced by Ames Castina's white blade, sucking his heat, and the sword that was forcibly grasped in his hand was beyond his will.

The being that had sent him flying seemed to have no interest in him at all, not even glancing at him before speaking.

In the dim light, only the pair of golden eyes shone with a dim light, illuminating his vision.

"Flimsrath Great Temple, huh? I've come to a nostalgic place. Bad things often happen here."

As if talking to itself, the Ella-like thing moved its lips slightly, grabbed Castina's neck with one hand, and pulled her body up.

It was a strange sight. At least Ella's slender arms didn't look like they had the strength to easily pull up Ames. But it was a different story for Filia.

Despite this, he didn't show any effort at all, just grabbed Aimee Castina and blinked his golden eyes.

Although it looks like Ella, it is not Ella. Murphy has an impression of that.

That was an alien that appeared in the Mordo mansion in the mercenary city of Belphein, saying that it had borrowed Ella's body.

And that overwhelming demonic nature is there now.

Murphy gritted his teeth hard, and just by doing so, the pain that seemed to grind the nerves directly invaded his whole body, and he even felt as if his flesh was being gouged out.

In this last light, Murphy regained his composure and clearly understood that he was going to die here.

"It's incredible. Aimee Castina was supposed to be the savior, someone with the soul of a great hero."

The alien didn't seem to have any particular feelings and continued.

"It's strange that I lost my life in a place like this."

After saying that, his golden eyes glanced at Murphy slightly, as if he was looking at an annoying mouse lying on the ground.

Murphy exhaled heavily from her mouth, her body still unable to move, and she could only accept those words.

However, deep in his gradually cooling heart, a source of heat emerged.

"But don't worry, her soul is back in my hands again. Just as the script says, I will give her the life she deserves, for all redemption, and all happiness in this world."

Murphy's heart began to beat strongly again. Although her body would soon become cold and her consciousness was about to be taken away, the burning sensation in her heart was still surging.

My vision was shattered and blurry, and my lungs didn't want to breathe at all.

Even so,...

Just like that, Murphy stared at that with her eyes and opened her trembling lips.

"——Fuck you, you're still the same as always, talking nonsense, right? Why don't you show your true face soon, or are you unable to say a word without the help of someone else's face?"

The weak sound seemed to disappear into the air as soon as it came out of his mouth, and his throat could only spit out this much.

There has to be a limit to sadness. There is an enemy that looks like Qingmei in front of me, but I can't even move my hands or feet.

In that case, Murphy thought, it might be happier to just lie on the ground and die quietly. No, it must be like this.

At least this way, you won't be bothered by the vicious hostility that can go straight through your spine.

He spoke in the form of Ella, making inorganic sounds from his mouth.

"What's going on? You're inexplicably annoying. Maybe it's because you look a lot like Field, Murphy."

It was bland, without any quality or realism as sound, just an overlapping of sounds.

Whenever I heard those words, fear would run through my limbs, dry my throat, and even my will seemed to be blown away.

Gold caressed the sky, opened its lips, and made such a sound.

"I am the divine spirit Artius, the one known as both salvation and happiness. I sit above the world and hold out my hand to you. Is this enough, human Mephi?"

He spoke slowly, as if stating something that was a matter of course.

The god Artius, when Murphy heard this name, he felt his whole body stirring.

Originally, his only understanding of Artius was that he was "a deceased main god from the mythological era," "lived in the same era as Field, the god of heraldry," and "left behind the goddess Cassia and the evil god Kasina."

However, the titles of "God of Salvation" and "God of Happiness" belong to Cassia, the only god proclaimed by the Cathedral.

But this guy who called himself Altius just said that she was called salvation and happiness.

Could it be that Cassia, the so-called only god of the Cathedral, was actually Artius? No, or perhaps it was simply that the death of the main god and the goddess of the Cathedral were a conspiracy planned by him from the beginning?

In any case, for Murphy now, the conspiracy of the Lord God is no longer that important, and he does not have the leisure to understand it.

The most important thing is that this is the true identity of the guy who is now controlling Ella's body at will, and he is a being who is clearly hostile to himself.

Forget it, this joke is too much.

Although Murphy understood that gods were not good things, he still hoped that they could be more normal, or at least normal guys who could communicate to the extent of having a common language.

After all, the guy standing in front of him, dancing with his voice as he pleased, had completely abnormal eyes and didn't even know what he was looking at.

Are you trying to say that humans and gods see things differently? What a joke! Then stay out of the human world and just let your delusions flow freely.

As Murphy was thinking this, Ella's figure - Artius turned towards him with light footsteps.

Even though the figure he missed was right beside him, his back ached slightly. Even though his body couldn't move, his brain was telling him to run away quickly.

Then, Murphy saw His feet, fixed beside her.

"Murphy, I'll give you a chance."

He made an unhappy sound, saying something he seemed to have heard somewhere before.

Murphy's throat made a slight sound. Perhaps it was a psychological effect, but Artius's voice, which was flat, now seemed to sound a little happy.

"If you continue like this, you will die. A pitiful, foolish death with no redemption or happiness."

That is an indisputable fact.

Even though Murphy's heart was still slightly warm, the feeling of blood rushing out of his body had not stopped, and the feeling of his nerves being severed had not changed at all.

Death is undeniable; it is here.

Death lay beside him with an unimaginable presence, and his eyelids gradually grew heavy.

"So, I'll give you a chance. If you want redemption, if you want happiness, then pray to me. I will give you an indisputable redemption. You didn't have it in the past, but now you have this right."

"Then come on."

God stretched out his hand and said, it’s not difficult, just pray.

——Hope to be happy, just pray like this.

It was incredible. The inorganic sound that I had felt unpleasant just now now penetrated into my ears with a wonderful warmth, and I even felt like it was directly grabbing my brain.

Her vision gradually blurred, Murphy's breathing became extremely rapid, and her heart was beating violently.

Artius spoke gently, as if urging him on.

It was a gentle voice that reminded me of my childhood sweetheart Ella, and it was truly nostalgic.

Murphy opened his lips. He had already decided what to say. It was a matter of course. There was no other language.

"—Have you forgotten, Artius? Didn't I tell you that the woman I like wouldn't talk nonsense like you?"

The voice was so hoarse and weak that even Murphy herself could feel it.

But he didn't care, he had something else he had to tell Him.

Murphy raised her cheeks, a twisted smile appeared on her face, and she moved her lips as hard as she could.

"Also, don't bring this up with Ames Castina. Ames was a brave warrior, a hero I admired and the one I killed. You're making her sound like a useful thing, aren't you fucking crazy?!"

He snorted with a snort of laughter.

Don't think about what happens after that. Just do whatever you want. No matter what.

The body will just decay anyway, so why pray at this point? Why make wishes even today?

My own wishes belong only to myself, and I have not prepared anything to offer to God. Because of this, the words on my lips are enough.

As she spoke, Murphy raised her eyes and saw Altius' expressionless face.

Murphy couldn't read his emotions at all. Was he angry, humiliated, or frustrated? She couldn't tell at all. The only thing she knew was that he looked really boring.

Just like that, without saying anything, the pair of white and slender hands slowly approached Murphy.

Now, he felt neither incredible regrets nor fears.

But, will Filia, Frodo, and Eldis be safe? Only this thought flowed through his mind.

Then, just as the hand reached his eyes.

————Oh oh oh——Oh oh oh!

As if to shatter the Great Temple itself, a huge cry descended upon the sacrificial hall.

Chapter 25 The Giant's Roar

The fierce battle between the Fiery Red Knight and the Silver Swordsman was like a fierce beast biting each other, and there was a moment of silence while the knight spoke.

"—To gallop along the path and annihilate all enemies is called chivalry."

Knight Garlas Gargantia said this while swallowing the long breath he hadn't let out in a long time.

That was the chivalry he had sworn, and the norm that bound him.

Garlas did not consider his nature worthy of a knight, but he nevertheless referred to the Code of Chivalry whenever he had the chance.

In his opinion, he is still far from being the ideal knight, and titles like "Knight of Honor" are not enough to satisfy him.

Speaking of the battle just now, Garlas raised his eyes.

He twisted his wrist, raised his red spear, and caught sight of the silver-haired swordsman lying on the ground—Filia Reinhardt.

If Filia Reinhardt had dodged a little faster, perhaps I would be the one lying on the ground now.

If I had been just a little slower, I might have been the one with the broken skull.

This kind of thinking that was not like that of a winner spread in Garlas' mind.