After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

Murphy didn't ask his name.

Judging from the pastor's current behavior, he belongs to the group of people who stay away from him because of his bad reputation.

"What are you...coming to church for?"

"Come to Aunt Kelly."

There was some hesitation in the pastor's words, and his tone was not very polite.

Murphy simply responded calmly, with no particular emotion in his voice.

Some people are like that, imposing their preconceived notions on others and then treating them badly.

It’s not that this is wrong, after all, judging people by their appearance is human instinct, but... at least we should understand it.

Murphy doesn't care about these things, she just has different ideas.

"Is that so? Then go in."

The pastor thought for a moment and decided to let him in, but he would not lead the way.

Although Murphy left the church two years ago and became an independent adventurer, he was still a member of the church after all.

And...the most important thing.

Murphy and Ella have a good relationship, which almost everyone knows.

Ella is a candidate for the Saint. Although her reputation has declined recently due to being rejected by the hero, she is still a candidate for the Saint.

So in the final analysis, no one in this church dared to stop him.

"Thank you."

Murphy did have to say thank you, thank you to the pastor for not calling Aunt Kelly out.

Because now he can go directly to Ella.

After all, Murphy is a thief.

Isn't this pastor a bit too disrespectful to his professional level?

Chapter 43.5 First Encounter (Free Chapter)

Previously, due to the author's mistake, a free chapter and a paid chapter were repeated.

This is the free chapter that was promised a chapter ago as compensation. It tells the story of Ella and Murphy's first meeting in the orphanage.

The next chapter is also Ella's personal chapter.

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It's already the third day since I came to the orphanage.

As a child, I couldn't understand what the death of my parents meant.

But it's a bit sad.

There is no home.

This orphanage, which is affiliated with the church, is located in the alley behind the church.

In fact, when it comes down to it, this so-called orphanage belonging to the church is just a relatively large house.

The children who are sent here are usually those who have suddenly lost their parents and are unable to fend for themselves, like me.

In order to show its kindness, the church "collected" them all and raised them.

But in the final analysis, that is just the minimum support.

After all, no one knows whether we, a group of children who have not yet grown up, can bring benefits to the church in the future.

Although as long as you meet a child who will achieve great success in the future, the cost of raising him/her over the years can be earned back.

But this is a minority after all, and a very small minority among the minorities.

The greater possibility is that these children who grew up in the church will be sent out of the church when they grow up, and then become ordinary people who live a mediocre life.

Or, die in some unknown corner.

If this is the case, then the church is simply engaging in a continuous loss-making investment that has no benefits but only disadvantages.

Therefore, apart from preaching, the only thing the church can give us is two meals a day, and those are the minimum amount.

This is the church's way of reducing losses.

Although there was very little food to eat, even as a child I could understand that there was nothing that could be done about it.

After all, the only thing this body has now is the name Ella.

Rather, compared to when I first became an orphan and had nothing to eat, the food I get now is more than enough.

However, even if I understand these things, it is still difficult to stop being hungry.

The more you try not to pay attention, the more you’ll notice your rumbling stomach over there.

'Come to think of it, wouldn't they be hungry?'

I crouched in the corner and watched the other children in the room.

They were running around the house, but I thought that would only make them hungrier.

If you are hungry, you will feel very tired and won’t be able to do your work well.

If you don’t do your job well, you won’t be able to eat, and then you’ll get even hungrier.

Although we were raised in an orphanage, we didn't do nothing and just wait for meals every day. Everyone needed to help with work and then get food through this work.

It’s called work, but in fact it’s just washing dishes, moving things and so on.

But even such a simple task is considered very strenuous for me.

After all, compared with other children, my arms are very thin and my physical strength is very poor.

Also, because I never played with them and rarely communicated with them, there were no children who would come to help with the work.

But it’s nothing, it’s more like a good thing.

After all, even though I am in an orphanage now, I will have to leave sooner or later, when I grow up.

If you make friends, there will only be painful memories in the future.

Just like... when a parent leaves.

It will definitely be sad.

Therefore, I decided from the beginning to keep my distance from them.

Huh——I couldn't help but sigh.

This is my habit.

When troublesome emotions arise in my heart that I cannot express with my limited vocabulary, I will vent all my emotions with sighs.

Doing this will make you feel better.

But...is it because the air in my stomach has been expelled? I feel even hungrier.

"Hey, what are you doing here? Are you feeling unwell?"

The sudden sound brought me back to my senses.

Frivolous and a little unruly.

It was a voice I had heard before, probably from a child in an orphanage.

As for the name...I don't know.

I raised my drooping face and saw a face looking at me with a puzzled look.

In this way, he doesn't look like a child at all, and looks rather ferocious.

Ah...it's the bad boy who is punished by Sister Kelly every day.

Even though I had just arrived at the orphanage, I knew the evil deeds this child had done.

So, I don’t really want to get close to him.

But since he had spoken to her, it wouldn't be nice to just ignore him, so she just moved her lips slightly: "...I'm hungry."

After muttering this, he immediately fell silent.

Because if I continue talking, I'll get even hungrier.

For me, as soon as I open my mouth, something flows out of my stomach, just like the sigh I just sighed.

So, I could only bite my lips tightly and close my mouth.

And the child in front of me will definitely leave immediately. After all, everyone here is hungry.

However, he shrugged his shoulders, bent down and said, "You don't have to sit here like a dead person even if you're hungry, right?"

This kid... is so annoying.

At this moment, I suddenly understood why he was called a bad boy.

I squinted my eyes, raised my eyebrows and glared at him: "I'm hungry, I'm hungry, there's nothing I can do about it——"

My stomach suddenly tightened and I frowned in pain, but the words I wanted to refute him were interrupted.

I'm so hungry, or rather, it hurts, and my brows are furrowed tighter and tighter.

Seeing this, the child shook his head slightly and disappeared.

I wish you had done this from the beginning instead of just saying useless things.

I couldn't help but sigh again.

Sure enough, I felt even hungrier.

To endure the pain from my empty stomach, I closed my eyes.

Suddenly, I felt someone coming in front of me.

So, it's time to work again.

Thinking of this, I opened my eyes again and saw the bad boy standing there again.

Then, suddenly, something was thrown into my arms.

What? Just like the rumors say, are they starting to bully the newcomers?

Looking down, I saw a palm-sized pastry in my arms.

He blinked, now having trouble understanding the situation.

I couldn't help but look up at the bad boy. He was holding a pastry in his mouth that was almost the same size as the one he gave me.

"It's just a slight change, don't mind it."

As he said this, he pointed with his finger.

Looking in the direction of his finger, that was the kitchen.

When I turned my head back, he was no longer there, and I didn't know where he had gone.

That night he was severely beaten by Sister Kelly, not for giving me cakes, but for stealing.

Children raised by the church must not commit crimes.

I still remember the way he winked at me and drove me away when I wanted to help him.

This is my first encounter with Murphy, a bad boy who always does evil but is unusually gentle.

Chapter 44 Going Under the Vast Sky

That was the day Kelly’s mom asked about our dreams.

Murphy and I have known each other for quite some time.

On a night when the sun lowered its eyelids and the moon showed its body in the sky, Murphy and I sneaked out of our respective beds.

"Okay, be quiet, be quiet, Ella."

Murphy put her finger in front of her mouth and muttered to herself as she led me along: "Otherwise, Aunt Kelly will beat me again."

Although the words he said were a bit "cruel" to him.

But those eyes were particularly shining and looked very happy.