After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

The blow Filia launched was a myth of the giant, and the so-called giant refers to the devil that can bring devastating damage.

So, what if a part of that power was used on the king's bedroom?

The result is nothing but absolute destruction.

The great temple that had gone through a long period of time since ancient times trembled as if it had finally completed its mission.

The sand was brushed away, and the pebbles shook the atmosphere tremblingly.

——At this moment, a fatal sound was heard. It was the sound of the core of the huge beam supporting the great temple breaking.

Suddenly, the complete collapse began.

In contrast to the heaviness of history, it is so abrupt that it is even unbelievable.

As if celebrating the awakening of the new giant, or mourning the disappearance of the old giant, the Great Temple disappeared.

Whether it was the villain, the saint, or the giant, all of them were swallowed up by the collapse, as if saying that this was a baptism towards a new step.

The Great Temple merged into the dead snow unnoticed, and gradually disappeared in the vast expanse of white.

It leisurely stopped its long steps and fell asleep.

It seemed as if announcing the end of an ancient era.

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Walking on the piled up dead snow and looking down at the great temple that had become rubble, the golden eyes blinked and the lips swayed as if dancing.

"That's too much! I'm stunned."

Artius muttered softly and patted his shoulder, the smell of sand and dust falling from the shattered remains of the Great Temple reaching his nostrils.

She looked around at the air, her eyes narrowed as if she was searching for something.

The evil Murphy and the culprit who caused this tragedy, Filia Reinhardt, have disappeared without a trace.

Did he escape? Artius dropped his gaze helplessly.

Of course, it is also possible that he would be dragged into the collapsing temple and die by vomiting his internal organs like a crushed frog.

Artius brushed the dust from his hair with his fingertips, while silently denying this in his heart.

——No, they won't die here.

The reason is simple. I don’t know if Field is twiddling his fingers or if there is another reason.

In any case, they caused a crack in the attitude of the Giant King Frimsrat, and not only that, they even made his existence disappear.

In that case, of course they couldn't die.

Fate is not so easy. You can't die easily after destroying the big demon. This world is not so gentle.

Even if they are to die, it will be with a fitting end.

"Ella, I almost understand what you said, even if it's just a little bit."

Artius said, running his finger across his lips as if speaking to his own body.

There was nothing particularly sentimental about these words, but to Artius, they were words that contained considerable emotion.

Perhaps because he was getting closer and closer to Ella, Artius felt that the human emotions that should have disappeared were now being embraced little by little.

Complete assimilation is already foreseeable. Logically, the next step should be to calmly take the time to weave it well to minimize the risks.

In this way, Ella's limbs will become the Holy Body, and Artius's incarnation will be complete.

——In this way, the original text finally returned to these hands.

Having imagined in his mind that this was the best path, Artius sighed, exhaled white air, and his shoulders trembled.

That's not the case. It seems that giving them too much time is not a good idea.

At this point, Artius changed his opinion on Mephi and the Church of Heraldry.

It can be said that Murphy as a person, and even the Church of Heraldry as a force, were insignificant in the past.

In fact, even now, when the power of the Heraldry Cult has begun to expand, it has only allowed the weak beast to grow some fangs.

Compared to the behemoth that was the Cathedral created by Artius, it was something that could be blown away with just a breath.

Although the flag is fluttering in the wind, one day, its existence will be bitten to pieces somewhere and disappear.

Yes, at least in today's world, everyone understands and perceives it this way, even Saint Matthias of the Church of Heraldry may be the same.

Because of this, Artius changed this understanding, and her cheeks trembled.

Today, Altius had originally planned to end everything here.

The great hero, Saint Ella, and Artius's beloved children and fools like Mephi.

The stage where all this is gathered is suitable for the curtain to rise. Murphy will naturally be defeated by the hero, and the beloved children will be signed together by these hands.

However, for some unknown reason, he survived, and that was achieved by fighting with a great hero.

No way, this is impossible, at least it should be so.

In other words, on this occasion today, the impossible has become possible.

Only brave men favored by God or heroes born with the blessing of fate can make the impossible possible, but Murphy, as an ordinary person, has none of those.

He was nothing, so there was no way he would be chosen. In short, if I were to express what happened today, I would only have one sentence.

--Miracle.

Yes, it's a miracle.

Although Murphy was not chosen, he chose the miracle of fate with his own will.

He discerned cause and effect, trampled on facts, and did something that could be considered a bad move, and then he seized the miracle based on this.

Altius had only once seen such a man.

He was so naive that it felt like he was already in the palm of one's hand, yet he slipped away unnoticed, and finally stretched out his fangs towards oneself.

"Re-understand and re-recognize. Since you claim to be a god, you should correct all your mistakes."

Artius spoke as if to tell the world, without anyone in front of him.

The soul and body of the great hero are here, and the Knight of Honor is still alive, but the time of leisurely waiting is over.

You can't crush a heart with just crude methods. Sometimes you have to take measures even though you know you will get hurt.

Altius made this decision easily.

"It was supposed to happen after the Gospel War ended."

Altius' lips rippled as he spoke, knowing that, a smile appeared in Ella's heart.

——Then, great evil. If you can perform a miracle, I will erase that as well. For the sake of my saint's peace, please kneel down.

(End of Volume 9)

Chapter 1 The Great Storm and the Herd of Monsters

Valerie Britones, the Watcher, the Storm Speaker, a person born in the wrong era.

The exaggerated nicknames she was given were no longer visible in her, as her heart was captivated by a mere piece of paper.

Gently shaking her tied-up hair, Valerie sighed at the report sent from the capital, and after a while, she crumpled the letter with her fingertips.

Although his expression didn't change much, Valeri showed a rare look of thinking, and then asked.

"Doley, how credible is this report? Where did it come from?"

The voice sounded more like a plea than a suspicion, hoping that the other party would say it was a lie.

However, the intelligence officer, Dorei, who brought the report, shrugged her shoulders in response to her master.

"Master, so-called intelligence is deceptive until you see it with your own eyes and confirm it. As for which one is true and which one is questionable... both are true and both are questionable."

Although Dorey's behavior and tone did not seem like she was talking to a superior, Valerie did not blame her. Perhaps this was their usual relationship.

"But," Dorey continued, "I'm not stupid enough to pass on those rumors to my master. The information in this report was provided by the Ashburn faction's intelligence network."

While speaking, Duolei straightened her chest as if it was a matter of course. Contrary to her fragile appearance, the girl's heart seemed to be filled with confidence and self-esteem.

That is not driven by vanity, but by real belief.

Valerie understood this and trusted Dorei, so she didn't ask any more questions.

"Okay." She nodded gently, her expression serious, and once again took in the information recorded in the report.

Although the information also revealed some other information, the one that attracted her most was one fact.

——In the Battle of Shanio, veteran Gerard Kaliba's operation failed.

Assuming this is absolutely true, the result is that Gerard retreated seriously injured, and the Old Believers brought the autonomous city of Philos into their sphere of influence.

In Valerie's hands, the report was twisted and changed in shape, and her face, which was known for its sharp beauty, looked even sharper.

Of course, Valerie also heard about the retreat of the Grand Templar Army on the Shanio Plain, but Valerie judged that this was just a trick used by the villain to trick the enemy.

Gerard Kaliba, like Valerie, is a colleague of Roimets Ashburn, a high-ranking noble serving the Kingdom of Leiden, and is one of the very few people Valerie can trust.

Despite his age, his will remains unbroken, and his revered existence as Lightning Light even commands respect from Valerie.

It is true that he has become weaker due to age, but it is impossible for him to fall behind the Old Believers. This is what Valerie really thinks in her heart.

But for some reason, according to the report received, Old Jed's retreat was not a feigned defeat to confuse the enemy, but a real forced retreat.

Valerie took a deep breath, as if a puff of cold air filled her chest.

The climate in northwest Leiden was even colder than the royal capital, and the white sigh formed into mist like clouds and rose into the sky.

"...What should I do, Master? Do you want me to go to the capital myself and use these eyes and ears to gather solid intelligence?"

Perhaps she had sensed her master's thoughts, Duolei said in a slightly concerned voice.

Duolei knew that her master was a strong man, but because of this, he was also too stubborn and persistent.

She thought that understanding and accepting this was also the Servant's responsibility.

However, Valerie understood the deep meaning of Dore's words, shook her head and said.

"It's okay, Duolei. I'd be in a difficult situation if you weren't around. After all, I'm a woman who only knows how to fight."

The words sounded like a joke, but Dorey knew there was an indescribable urgency in them.

Although there is an air of nobility about every part of these words, the meaning contained in them is very strong.

As expected, he has accumulated quite a lot of resentment... Duolei slightly shifted her gaze away from her master, and at the same time felt her chest tighten.

Valerie Britones was not the type of person who should have been forced to serve as a guard in a place like the northernmost castle.

Even if she were awarded a higher status and medals, it would not be ridiculous for her to command a larger army.

Furthermore, she was the type of person who could have the status to receive a rich education at the most luxurious gatherings in the capital.

Although she has her own will, being forced to come to this place will surely cause her to accumulate resentment.

In addition, on the battlefield far away from here, the old believers were savagely wielding their swords, and the impact this had on Valerie's heart was immeasurable.

Dorei thought to herself as she watched Valerie through the window gazing at the dead snow drifting outside.

Whether in the royal capital or in Suzfield Castle at the northernmost tip of the Kingdom of Leiden, Valerie is well-known for her dislike of the Old Believers.

She would never identify with the Old Believers, and she certainly never thought about reconciliation. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is precisely because of this that she has chosen her current lifestyle.

Although she was not so foolish as to include such private affairs in her daily work, she exuded an air of authority when she occasionally mentioned the subject of the Old Believers, which Dole had witnessed many times.

In the past, Dorei had tried many times to uncover the secret of his hatred for the Old Believers. For Dorei, who was good at intelligence operation and collection, that should have been a very simple thing.

Maybe it was an unexpected and boring reason, or maybe there was a deeper reason. In short, such a little curiosity did exist in Duolei's heart.

However, in conclusion, Dorey has not yet found this information.

The reason was simple, because Duolei herself had developed a liking for this cold master.

Because of this, Duolei felt that exploring her past and ideological background without permission was a betrayal to her, so Duolei never touched upon her past.

Maybe, if I ask her, she will tell me directly. Just when Duo Lei was about to say this, Valerie suddenly spoke.

"—Doley, call the herald, now."

The voice was the same as usual, even sounding a little cold.

Hearing this, Duolei raised her voice in response.