After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

Gralin avoided Murphy's gaze and remained silent.

He actually knew. He knew what the other person wanted to say or what he wanted to ask.

But Gralin didn't know whether he should tell him.

I did believe a little bit of what Murphy said just now, but only a little bit.

For example, the dragon in the maze is probably real.

For example, the story that the gray hat defeated the dragon with two magic spells was probably true.

And Murphy must have put in some effort, perhaps quite a lot, so he received a dragon horn as a reward.

However, he didn't know how strong Murphy was now.

Is it really as he said, that he is strong enough to hold back the dragon by himself?

Of course it was fake, Gralin knew it very well, it must have been exaggerated by Murphy.

He does have a certain level of strength now, and is certainly not weak, but it is still not enough compared to the dragon.

So, he tried to avoid this issue as much as possible. He didn't want his deceased friend's child to die.

But he also knew that he couldn't escape for much longer.

Because of Murphy's look...I'm afraid he won't leave if he doesn't get the answer he wants today.

After a while, Gralin finally made up his mind when he felt that he had to say something.

He sighed, then raised his head to meet Murphy's gaze and spoke slowly.

"Kid, give me some more time. I need to...think about it."

"How long will it take?"

"...when the dragon horns are dealt with."

"Then I would like to thank Uncle Gralin first."

Murphy's expressionless eyes disappeared, replaced by a smile.

His eyes curved, and he smiled and nodded at Gralin.

Then he continued.

"Then I'll be leaving first. Please, Uncle Gralin, help me deal with the weapons."

"...Okay, those aren't any biggies, go ahead."

Gralin was stunned for a moment by Murphy's sudden change of attitude, but he quickly recovered his composure.

He waved his hand at Murphy, indicating that he didn't need to worry about it.

Murphy nodded to Gralin again, then turned around and left.

Now, since he has nothing else to do, he might as well go and see old Jed first.

By the way, learn something new from him.

What if it can be used soon? Right?

Who knows.

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Old Jed was sitting in his alley, puffing on his old pipe. The familiar smell entered his lungs, and his brows slowly relaxed.

He was thinking about what kind of delicious food he could have tonight to go with the wine that Murphy had given him earlier.

"Forget it, I'll wait for the boy to come over and drink with him."

'After all, it was he who sent the wine.'

In a flash, he made the decision.

A good thief and scout should never be troubled by choices.

He had already understood this truth when he was still in the team and adventuring with his good friends.

Just as he was immersed in the past, he heard a strange yet familiar sound of footsteps.

Chapter 10 The Real Filia

　Old Jed heard a strange yet familiar sound of footsteps.

It is said to be strange because the owner of these footsteps probably rarely comes here.

It is said to be familiar because this unique gait is only possessed by people from that family in the royal capital.

When Old Jed was still adventuring in Y, he was completely tired of those dance-like steps.

'The guests have arrived.'

He put down his pipe, opened his squinted eye, and looked towards the entrance of the alley.

Not long after, a flash of silver appeared there and caught his eye.

Old Jed silently looked at the silver-haired girl who appeared at the entrance of the alley, and the other party just stood there and looked at him silently.

"..."

"..."

"..."

The scene fell into a strange awkwardness. They all stood there, not moving or talking, just standing there.

However, after a while, the silver-haired girl seemed to be unable to bear it anymore. She sighed and slowly walked towards this side.

Old Jed, who had lived longer and had more experience, and was more patient than the young girl, smiled at her.

"I don't know why we're looking at each other like that, though."

"But, I won just now."

Old Jed is actually not the kind of gangster who likes to fight. Compared with fighting, he is more inclined to the intellectual side.

However, there are exceptions for some people, or more precisely, for some families.

For example, the Reinhard clan, a family of sword masters located in the royal capital.

The girl with silver hair tied in a ponytail slowly walked up to Old Jed and greeted him.

"Hello, Mr. Gerard Kaliba."

"Your name... should be Filia, right?"

"Yes, Mr. Gerard, I am Filia Reinhardt, the eldest daughter of Count Patrick Reinhardt."

"When was the last time we met?"

"It was around this time last year that my father asked me to come visit you."

"So, your father is still alive?"

"Thanks to you, he is still alive and well."

"Oh, that's a shame."

What Old Jed said to Filia could be said to be extremely rude, even vulgar.

After all, what he said were insulting to the other party's family.

However, surprisingly, Filia was not angry. She just responded to Old Jed's provocation indifferently, without any rudeness in her behavior or words.

"Humph, just as boring as your father."

"My father always asked me to be strict with myself outside."

Old Jed smacked his lips in boredom, then picked up his pipe again and started puffing on it, glancing aside and no longer looking at Filia.

At the same time, he began to inquire about the other party's reason for coming here this time: "Tell me, what's the matter with your visit this time? Could it be that your father asked you to come visit me again?"

"If that's the case, then you can go now. You've already visited."

Originally, Old Jed had already prepared for the other party to leave directly.

However, he unexpectedly heard a very interesting answer that was completely unlike something someone from the Reinhardt family would say.

"No, old Jed, it's not like that."

"This time, I came here not under anyone's instructions, but of my own volition."

"Come here to see you, the most powerful thug in the Border Lars."

"Oh?"

After hearing Filia's address and answer, Old Jed looked up at her in surprise.

Then he began to examine the descendants of this "old friend" in front of him.

Gradually, his expression was no longer careless, but instead took on a subtle seriousness and solemnity.

This expression, which Murphy had never seen before, meant that he was no longer the "gangster" Old Jed, but a "middleman".

He put down the pipe in his hand, exhaled the smoke gathered in his lungs, and a dry laugh came out of his throat.

Then, he slowly stood up and asked Filia who was standing in front of him in a somewhat strange tone.

"That's quite interesting. So, what brings you here?"

"Take a commission? I don't think the daughter of the Reinhardt family needs to do such menial tasks."

"So, you want to place a commission with me?"

"So, Miss Filia, what commission do you have that Old Jed would like to distribute for you?"

Looking at the "slippery" and "dancing" old Jed in front of her, the meticulous look that had been on Filia's face disappeared.

At the same time, a confident and strong expression appeared on her face.

And this is what she really looks like, confident, strong, and not bound by anyone. This is the real her.

This is the real Filia Reinhardt.

The corners of Filia's mouth curled up, revealing a smile that looked a little "arrogant".

When dealing with a gangster, you have to act more like a gangster than he is. This is the experience she gained when she was adventuring with Candice.

She slowly said to Old Jed in front of her.

"No, old Jed, you're wrong."

"I don't want you to help me issue a commission, but I want you to——"

"Gerald Kaliba, an S-rank adventurer from the Borderlands of Lars, and the strongest thief in the Kingdom of Leiden."

"You can take my commission personally."

After hearing what Filia said, Old Jed's mouth corners began to rise wildly, and finally he burst into laughter.

If someone who didn't know the truth saw the strange scene appearing in this alley in the slums, they would probably think that bad guys from some evil organization were having a party here.

"Interesting, really interesting. I didn't expect you to hide it so deeply. You're completely different from your boring father."

"But since you know all those titles of mine, you should know that I am very expensive."

"It's okay, I can afford it."

Looking at Filia with a confident smile in front of him, Old Jed laughed sinisterly in his heart.

Praising her was one thing, but making a killing from the Reinhardt family was another.

"Hmph, that's not necessarily true. Tell me first, what do you want me to do for you?"

"Let me first state the rules here. I won't do any illegal business, and I won't do any business that bullies women and children."

"Neither, it's just a very simple job."

Filia shook her head slowly and began to state her commission.

"I hope you can tell me about a man in this city."

"Which man? Could it be that Miss Filia already has someone she loves?"

"Then those nobles in the capital will be very sad."

Filia did not respond to Old Jed's provocation. She just grinned slightly and spoke word by word.