After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

The flesh devoured by the spell is like having directly received the spell.

Therefore, it is now easy to use the new technique to bind Murphy's soul back into the cage called the body.

All he had to do was sew up his body with the curse, and use his blood to carry the curse throughout Murphy's body.

Altis didn't care about his body that was losing its vitality, and poured all his talent into his technique, not allowing any slackness or mistakes.

If something like that happens, Murphy's soul will probably disappear.

Eldis raised his cheeks and smiled.

That kind of thing is absolutely not allowed. We have already made a vow, so even if our bodies are broken into pieces, we have the obligation to fulfill it.

In Eltis's mind, he recalled what Murphy had said.

Murphy said that he would not let Altis escape, so Altis also swore to Murphy.

——I will never let you escape, not even in death.

Chapter 28: Past Beloved Sons

Filia carried Murphy's shoulders, which had become quite heavy, and supported his weight.

Compared to her petite body, Murphy's body weight was much greater, but even so, she did not feel uncomfortable.

No, rather, being able to bear this weight now made her feel very good.

The dried blood stuck together and stained the floor of the great temple. The nose that could keenly detect the smell of iron seemed to have become numb at some point and lost its function.

The gaping wound on her shoulder seemed to have torn Filia's nerves, causing her to spit out blood. The breath that came out of her lips was so hot that it almost burned her throat.

"Can you stand up? I don't have the strength to help you now. The master is too heavy."

Hearing this, Eltis's green eyes slightly closed, and he sighed deeply before making a faint sound.

"That's so annoying! After all, I'm an elf descendant who can run in the mountains and forests. My legs won't collapse because of such a small thing."

Eltis stood up as she spoke. Her expression was far from good, and her steps were like those of a weary soldier. She was not at all like the queen of the elves.

Filia didn't know much about elven magic, but Eltis did pour all the power he could exert into this man.

In that case, I'm afraid it would be difficult for her to even walk. Even so, she is still stubborn. I think maybe her personality is very similar to mine.

However, no matter how impulsive one is, the current situation is not optimistic, and it is better to say that it is the worst case scenario.

Murphy was already dying, and Altis could not hide his exhaustion.

It's time to retreat... Filia half closed her eyes, bit her lips with her teeth, and regretted it so much that her heart was about to jump out.

Filia had no idea what had happened here or how it became like this.

However, it is true that Murphy resolutely stepped into some kind of danger.

Of course, he walked in as usual with brisk steps.

It's terrible, not referring to the current situation, but the fact that I was not with Murphy at that time.

So far, there have been very few regrets, but Filia believes that at least the one she has in her heart now can be called that.

At the beginning, Filia was sure that she had taken the best action and believed that biting Murphy's natural enemy, Garlas Gargantia, to death was the most beneficial action for Murphy.

That was why she swung her sword, trying to nail the beast's jaws.

But what was the result? Murphy licked the finger of death in a place she didn't know and buried the iron in her body.

So stupid. So boring. What are you doing? Unconsciously, Filia gritted her teeth as if blaming herself, and her white teeth made a dull sound, as if they were about to break.

After this incident, I understood it, deeply understood it from the bottom of my heart.

Even if she tried her best to carve out a good path, Murphy would sometimes go astray, disappear down some other road, and fall to the ground.

In other words, the guidance of the leader is completely meaningless. In any case, as long as these eyes are not fixed on the person, he will be in danger of disappearing immediately.

So what should you do? It's simple: just grab their hand, hold it tightly, and don't let them go.

It's nothing to worry about. Isn't that what a shield is? If that guy doesn't grab my hand, I'll bite him from this side.

Filia supported Murphy's body and held his hand tightly.

That sturdy hand seemed to have grown even bigger than when it had dug her out of the mansion. Thinking of this, Filia's silver eyes slowly narrowed.

No matter what, we have to leave here now. Although I am a little worried about bringing this miserable Murphy to the snowy mountain, it is much better than lying here.

Because here, he couldn't even pull out the blade that was stuck in his body.

There were many questions. First, could Murphy hold on physically? Also, where was the enemy who had caused this tragedy? When "He" bared his fangs and showed hostility towards him, could he still bite him to pieces?

Not only that, what is even more worrying is.

Where did Frodo Volgograd go with Murphy?

Filia's silver eyes quickly scanned the surroundings in the dim light.

It was impossible for that guy to leave Murphy's side so easily. Filia understood and was very sure of it. She even felt that her figure should be next to Murphy, who was covered in blood, which would be more natural.

Yet, no matter where I looked, there was no trace of them.

Sure enough, something happened, and it was something that brought the woman to her knees.

Filia bent her fingers slightly, and at that moment, she heard a voice.

——Hey, where are you going, dear children?

At first, there was a piercing sound in the ears, followed by the sound of something huge collapsing, like the sound of something unimaginable falling to the ground.

As if they had agreed on something, Yin and Bi widened their eyes and turned their gaze towards the temple where the sound came from.

After fully taking in the scene before her, Filia paused and spoke with a twisted mouth.

"I see, so that's the culprit?"

Filia muttered subconsciously, it was just a simple intuition, without any basis or reason.

But somehow, she still felt that the sentence was correct, at least in Filia's heart, there was no doubt at all. She narrowed her silver eyes and stared at the scene in front of her.

There was a strange sight, the air itself was cracking, just like glass cracking one's own body, the whole space was cracking.

The crack continued to expand, and another space was revealed.

At the end of that space are golden eyes.

Her hair was flowing in the wind, and she was dressed in the attire of a cathedral saint. She looked familiar, even uncomfortably familiar.

Huang Jin said with a bright smile.

"That's scary. Please don't look at me with such a fierce look. I was always so respectful before."

The strange sound was without any quality, as if it was going to cut off Filia's ears.

A series of inexplicable and boring words made Filia feel a strange sense of oppression in her heart.

In the thin darkness, only the gold emerged as if cutting through the darkness. Its true appearance needs no further explanation.

Ella, the Saint of the Cathedral, had changed a lot since they met in the mercenary city of Belphein, but at least that face was definitely hers.

Filia exhaled, her silver eyes slightly raised, revealing a strong desire to fight.

She slowly tilted her shoulders, and in order not to burden Murphy, she carefully let his body lie back on the stone slab.

During this time, the eyes still penetrate the enemy in front of them.

"I don't remember anything like that. I only have respect for one person in this land."

Although she was speaking with hostility, Filia felt sweat on her back.

It was a strange feeling, as the other person was just one person, and probably a woman who had no combat training.

That couldn't be a threat. Cutting off her head would be as easy as twisting off a baby's hand.

Even so, why was this happening? Why was my hand gripping the hilt of the sword, as if something were pushing me?

Not only Filia, but Eltis seemed to be the same. Her blue eyes widened and her breathing became heavier, as if her whole body was under the pressure of a tsunami.

At the end of the sight, the saint said with a charming smile.

"There is no need to be afraid. Happiness and salvation are here. Come—come here, dear children."

The saint wiggled her lips happily and slowly stretched out her hand.

Chapter 29 People Dancing Overlappingly

——There is no need to be afraid, happiness and salvation are here, come—come here, dear children.

Hearing these words coming out of the lips of the Cathedral Saint Ella, Filia and Eltis almost screamed.

That was really strange. It was undoubtedly a joke, but in this situation, what value could such a joking invitation have?

The saint in front of him was undoubtedly an enemy. Perhaps Murphy's tragic condition and Frodo's disappearance were related to her.

Therefore, originally, there was no need to consider this invitation.

Despite this, Filia felt a strange feeling surging in her chest. Ella's words were impossible to accept, and there was no room for negotiation.

But somehow, this soothing voice kept echoing in my mind, as if Ella's words gently embraced my entire head.

It seemed like I had a similar experience before. Filia blinked her slightly hollow silver eyes and bit her lip.

That was what he felt when he confronted Ames Castina in the underground temple of the Cult of Heraldry.

I naturally became convinced that what the other person said was correct, and even doubt and rationality were stripped from my head. There was even a strange voice in my ears that kept saying: Come on, just leave everything to me, that's all.

I feel so nostalgic and comfortable, my body feels light, and I can even be sure that I am leaning on the right thing.

It is not difficult to imagine that as long as you fall in front of her words, your heart will be filled with warm happiness.

Eltis said this from the side, his blue eyes staring at Ella and the darkness around her.

"...There's nothing to hesitate about, Filia. I'm just doing what's right."

Her voice sounded as if she had chosen her words carefully, and Filia lowered her head slightly as if in response.

That's right, that's it, so there's nothing to hesitate about.

She took a step forward in Ella's direction.

Filia walked into the temple with cautious steps, lowering her posture as if with her head bowed.

In front of his vision, he could see a gentle smile on Ella's face, and her golden eyes were clear even in the dim light.

Filia took a sharp breath.

then.

—The next moment, silver exploded into gold, and the giant's strength caused the sword and the air to rub against each other, making both creak.

boring.

Filia cut everything off with just one sentence. In other words, whether it was what Ella said or what Ames Castina had said, it was the same in Filia's eyes.

Now, he has grasped happiness, salvation, and even justice. No, to put it the other way around, as long as he has these things in his hands, happiness, salvation, justice, and so on are no longer needed.

That's why Filia decided to kill this woman here.

Murphy's sweetheart, a woman who has the right to be missed by Murphy just because she has been with Murphy for a long time.

Ah, how hateful! Whenever she's around, Filia's heart makes these twisted and crushing noises.

Ugly, terrible, despicable, the feelings that now emerged in Filia's heart were the things she hated and despised the most.

Despite this, Filia now felt a surge of joy in her heart.

Facing his love rival, he had a legitimate reason to draw his sword and sacrifice her life. In such a predicament, he even felt a sense of joy in his heart.

I am really dirty.

What would Murphy say to me? Would he curse himself if he found out later that I had killed Ella?

But even so, this desire, which consists of the most perfect love, seems unstoppable.

The flash of light rushed towards the snow-white neck. This was indeed a devilish blow to reap human lives. At the same time, it was also the purest blow of mankind, forged through various experiences.

In a supreme, perfect flash, the silver light seemed to be sucked in and struck the white neck.

In an instant, Filia saw Ella's lips moving slightly.

It is neither a wail nor an expression of heart-wrenching pain, it is just a simple narration.

"Why? I really don't understand, Filia Reinhardt."