After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

This sentence is just a very natural question muttered to oneself. It is not something incredible, but rather too ordinary.

If he hadn't had a sword on his neck and still said these words.

Filia's eyes widened. Although Ella's snow-white neck blocked the sword, it seemed as if nothing had happened there.

There was no flesh gouged out, and no bruises at all, as if the sword was simply stuck to her neck.

An unconcealable hesitation emerged in Filia's heart. She reflexively drew back the sword, then thrust it at the saint again, this time aiming for a straight strike that would pierce her heart directly.

The sharp blow hit the target instantly and pierced Ella's chest.

There is no doubt that once it is swallowed, both humans and monsters will die on the spot. It will be a fatal flash.

however.

Ella's body blocked the flash again, without any hesitation, not even a dodging movement, and without suffering any damage.

In an instant, Filia felt too many strange touches on her hands. It was more like a chill than fear, and she bit her molars hard.

How should I put it? If it was so hard that the blade couldn't penetrate it, then my hand would feel the reaction force, or at least the sword would whimper from the impact.

However, there was nothing here now. The sword had no reaction force and made no sound. It just attached to Ella's body.

It was as if the attack he had launched had vanished into nothingness out of thin air.

So, Filia's thinking stopped automatically in an instant, and all her thoughts could not keep up with this impossible thing.

This is a complete loss of composure in front of the enemy. If it happened on the battlefield, this stiffness would be enough to put Filia's life in danger.

However, Ella seemed unfazed by this and made a sound from her lips.

"Whether it's you, Eldis, or Frodo Volgograd—no, to be honest, it's the same with Ames Kastina and Field. Why do you all seek value in that one person?"

Ella spoke as if she was genuinely confused, and Filia naturally understood that those golden eyes were staring at Murphy, who was lying behind her.

At the same time, this sentence also means.

When it was close to Ella's body, the dim panoramic view of the temple finally came into Filia's sight.

There, two objects can be seen.

One was the body of Aimee Castina, whose face had lost all life and who was sleeping quietly. One could tell at a glance that she was dead.

She lay in the temple as if she were buried solemnly.

The other was a familiar face. Her complexion was pale, and her distinctive black hair had lost its hairpin and was scattered on the floor.

Although she was still breathing, she looked very weak. Her body was bound by the magic equipment, and her unconscious whimpering announced that her will had reached its limit.

For Filia, there was no point in asking who she was. She only knew one thing: it seemed that swords and magic had no meaning at all to the saint in front of her.

In that case, other measures must be taken.

"There's no need to discover the value of someone like you—"

As Filia said this, she kicked the stone slab hard, not to get closer to the enemy, but to jump, to get away from the enemy.

If you can't take the Saint's life with the sword, this is what you should do.

Eltis's green eyes blinked, appearing at the edge of Filia's vision.

The moment Filia left the scene, Ella and the surrounding space were filled with black.

It was pitch black, nothing could be seen. The thick black fog produced by the elf's spell had turned into black itself, cutting into the space.

"——Actually, it's enough for me to know it alone."

As Eltis spoke, Ella's gold was completely swallowed by black and disappeared.

Chapter 30: Enduring Happiness

There was a feeling of ice crawling across the inside of the skin, moving freely on the inside of the hands and feet, and slowly moving up the body.

The ice cubes were as happy as singing and dancing, but even so, they would never stop, but kept climbing up.

The goal is self-evident. As long as you run up in your body like climbing a mountain, you will definitely reach your destination.

Skull, clogged brain.

Frodo Volgograd touched her head with her hands and tightened her knees in need of warmth.

My stomach felt cold and heavy as iron, my body kept getting harder, and my limbs and torso seemed to have turned into ice.

And in the near future, this cold air will also control the brain. This strange certainty filled Frodo's mind.

It’s so cold, so painful, so scary. I want some warmth, even a little bit. Otherwise, I’ll be reminded of that time.

When I had nothing, I had no talent even if I tried my best, and I was not even ordinary.

I keep making efforts that others cannot make, gritting my teeth, but even so, I can only watch the backs of others.

It was horrible, humiliating. Why was I the only one with nothing? Why was I the only one walking around with my head bowed in such misery?

Vlado Volgograd had thought about this countless times, and this kind of coldness was exactly what she felt at that time.

No one will lend a helping hand. I have nothing and even if I grit my teeth and try to stand up, I will be kicked down immediately.

It’s so cold, so cold, but there’s nothing I can rely on. If I keep lying like this, I’m afraid I’ll freeze to death.

"Don't worry, I will redeem you. I will definitely satisfy you."

Then, Frodo heard a voice, sweet and gentle, a voice that lingered in her chest and ears wherever she went.

Frodo felt as if her soul was about to melt. Her fingertips, which had become as cold as stone, felt the heat slightly and conveyed joy.

Happiness is here, and the concept of redemption is revealed in some form.

That is to say, it is the light itself.

Frodo's slender fingers extended towards the light in a soothing motion.

Hurry up, I hope to get closer soon, in order to seek happiness and salvation.

That is no longer a simple suggestion; it is a form of worship and faith—as long as you believe, you will be saved.

There is no way to resist. His existence directly devours the brain and corrodes the human spirit, making it impossible to tell whether it is good or evil.

However, He is indeed an overwhelming individual who can definitely accomplish those things.

Artius, the God of Redemption.

An overwhelming might appeared before Frodo's eyes, and the scene before her seemed to be white itself, passing by hazily.

But this is not terrifying, only peaceful. Something is saying: This is fine, it is the path we have walked before.

Frodo stretched her fingers out again, extending forward—at that moment, she saw a black object at the edge of her vision, a black object that moved like a shadow.

At the same time, Frodo's ears caught a sound, a nostalgic sound that seemed to come from some distant place.

His voice, which was light yet carried a deep weight, made Frodo open her black eyes.

"In the past, I've licked the bitterness so many times. Everyone looked down on me, and everyone could insult me. Ah... But, there's nothing I can do. There's really nothing I can do. After all, I'm just a piece of trash."

Where was the voice heard? When was the voice heard?

The light surrounding them was a little blurry, and the shadows twisted and turned comically, as if fragments of the night had crept in.

That's right, it was evening, that night, at Crossmaria.

Murphy, that's what she said.

"Then there is only one way to go."

Darkness, dancing in the sunlight.

"If you walk on a road that has been trodden by everyone, living every day full of resignation and laziness, doing nothing but watching yourself degenerate."

"If that's the case, I can't do it."

"So, if you want to change, you can only walk on a thorny road, wash away the past with your own blood, and be reborn."

Yes, of course, Murphy said that night, holding out her hand to me—

Unconsciously, as if mocking everything, the shadow crushed the light and stayed beside Frodo.

The outline of the shadow reminded people of him.

Frodo was surprised to find that her cheeks were tilted upwards, and the happiness buried in her heart turned into mist and scattered all over the ground.

The coldness has disappeared without a trace, and now, only the burning heat remains in that heart.

Yes, I have nothing, but I don’t want to continue to live a life of standing behind geniuses and watching their backs! How can I be satisfied with the happiness I get from a little favor?

I have something I want to have, something I want to have no matter what I give up.

Frodo's fingers made a sound, and her nails dug into her palms, almost gouging out the flesh on her palms.

——Could it be that Frodo Volgograd couldn't even hold a single wish in her hand? No! Impossible!

No matter how far away it is from here, I will grab it, grab the happiness that will last until death.

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Frodo slowly opened her eyes, and when the stone bed of the great temple came into view, she finally realized that she had lost consciousness a long time ago.

My hands and feet are bound by the magic suit and I can't move freely at all... Is that so? I'm still lying on the ground.

...Hey, why?

At this moment, Frodo blinked her eyes, and saw Filia's silver hair, followed by the figure of Eltis.

Although my brain, which was not yet fully awake, could not understand everything, from listening to their conversation, it seemed that they were planning to escape from here.

What happened? What on earth happened? Frodo's mind was buzzing, disturbing her thoughts.

What exactly was going on? What was causing this situation? However, no matter how hard he tried to think, the image in his mind remained blurry.

In this way, Frodo's vague thoughts traced back to that memory at a leisurely pace.

Indeed, I faced the Saint, tried to stop her for Murphy, and then...

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

For a moment, Frodo's teeth were grinding.

I remembered that I had encountered that threat and was taken down.

When she finally came to her senses, Frodo felt an expression of shame naturally appear on her face. Her eyes were moist and her clenched teeth made a strange sound.

In other words, up to now, he has been completely captured by the enemy and even lost consciousness.

It was so outrageous and embarrassing. He was clearly trying not to hinder Murphy's determination by simply standing in front of the enemy.

What happened? He was shaken by his enemy's words, distracted, and ended up like this, imprisoned by the magical equipment.

Judging from the current situation, he was probably rescued by Filia or Eltis.

This fact made Frodo feel grateful and her cheeks even redder.

Not only did she fail to become Murphy's helper, but she also held her companion back. Frodo narrowed her black eyes out of shame.

I feel so useless. I really want to find a hole that no one can see and crawl into it.

The magic suit was still entangled on her hands and feet, which made Frodo even more nervous.

Frodo involuntarily turned her gaze away from Filia and Eldis and looked into the depths of the Grand Temple.

At the innermost part is the altar, which is the stage for the final battle between Murphy and Ames.

Now, there is a black thing sitting there, a black ball, you could say, and the sphere is large enough to swallow a person.

Frodo had an impression of that black mass, which was the cursed mist of Eltis. However, what she saw was something smaller.

—Something is there, and it has now taken a definite form. Could it be an opponent that needs to be suppressed by a tangible spell? What is it?

Then, in the next moment, Frodo realized His presence, and at the same time, a biting chill struck her whole body.

Even from a distance, you can see that there are a few cracks on the black sphere, and tiny flashes can be seen through the gaps.

Frodo has completely understood what is hidden and suppressed in there. Although it is just an intuition, she does not think she is wrong at all.

In a few seconds, that thing would crawl out. In an instant, Frodo's skin felt the surrounding atmosphere tense to the limit.

He must be stuffed back in, now.

Therefore, Frodo turned around faster than Filia and Eldis and did what she was supposed to do.

Regardless, Murphy is nearby now and must clear his name.