After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

Everyone's sword skills are different, and there are no specific criteria for judging, so the level of swordsmanship is difficult to quantify.

Therefore, Murphy was quite surprised that the appraisal technique could quantify the level of swordsmanship.

'For me, maybe D? Or C?'

'never mind......'

Murphy decided to ignore it for now and investigate it again when she had the chance.

Then he remembered what Old Jed said before he left.

"There's been some problems with the maze lately. There are more monsters. Don't die there."

He knew it, he had seen it, and he knew that the incident would end in tragedy.

Although he didn't see much of the process and didn't know the specific reasons, Murphy could guess that the incident must be related to him.

But he still had to go, or rather, he had to go because he needed to verify something.

Murphy was sure that no tragedy would happen again this time. He had such confidence now because he had verified his guess after Ella left yesterday.

The successful verification of his conjecture made him understand the memory of the future that he had seen.

Actually, it comes from the past.

Chapter 9 The Changed Future

Murphy was walking on his way home. It was already lunchtime. He hadn't expected that he would chat with Old Jed for so long.

The smell of cooking wafted out from the open windows of the houses on the roadside. He felt a little hungry as he took in the aroma.

But he did not choose to eat in a restaurant outside, but went to buy some ingredients and seasonings.

It has been two days since he came into this world since his memory was restored.

Based on his memory and his own field research, he realized that there were not many delicious foods in this world, and most of them were simply processed ingredients before being served on the table.

Murphy...or rather Pingfan, found it a little unacceptable. In his opinion, this was a waste and insult to the food.

So, he decided that except for uncontrollable situations, he would do everything himself at home.

Fortunately, those basic ingredients and seasonings are available in this world.

There was a kitchen at home, but Murphy had never used it before, so there were no necessary ingredients and seasonings at home.

When he returned home and opened the door, he saw a flash of pure white. That was someone who shouldn't be here today.

"Welcome home. Where have you been?"

"I replied—, um, no. Um, I went to see the master."

Ella was sitting beside Murphy's bed and greeted him with a smile.

Murphy responded to Ella naturally, but paused halfway through, pondered for a moment, and then answered her second sentence.

"Is the selection of the heroes over?"

"Yes, it's over. It was so easy. The hero took a liking to me at first sight."

Murphy suddenly felt her throat move, and a feeling of melancholy spread in her heart.

'I might never see her again, I feel a little reluctant,' he thought.

"Is that so? Is that so? Congratulations, Miss Ella, you've fulfilled your dream of becoming a brave teammate."

Although sad, Murphy was still happy for Ella.

He decided to congratulate her, but he didn't notice that his voice was a little hoarse.

"Don't you have anything to say to me? You may not have the chance in the future."

"Let me think about it."

"I, actually I—well, actually I haven't thought about it yet. It's a bit sudden after all."

He pondered for a moment and glanced at Ella who was staring at him, waiting for an answer.

The words "Actually, I don't want you to go" almost came out of his mouth, but he swallowed them back and then he casually brushed it off.

Ella in front of him still had that calm smile on her face, and even her eyes seemed to be smiling. He felt a little uncomfortable.

Murphy realized the problem.

If he and Ella really broke up, Ella would not have behaved like this.

Even the joy of realizing his dream could not dispel the suppressed emotions of impending separation, not to mention that Ella still had a good impression of him.

She should be very sad now, how could she be so happy?

Just then, Ella spoke up.

"Murphy, let me tell you a secret."

"Actually, that wasn't my real dream. You've been remembering it wrong."

"You may have forgotten my answer at that time, and you may not even remember your own answer."

"So, I just lied to you."

"I was not chosen by the hero."

"Hehehe, you're scared, right? Even your voice has changed."

"Huh? Huh?"

Ella finished speaking a long paragraph in a cheerful tone, and these words directly caused Murphy's brain to crash.

No, it wasn't what Ella said that shocked him.

But it was because the future had changed, much faster than he expected.

"How could this happen? How did he lose the election?"

"Why are you so excited? It's just that the hero didn't notice me. Oh, I'm so sad."

Ella looked at the stunned Murphy with a smile, and there was no sign of sadness on her face.

Even he, whose brain was in a state of shock at the moment, could see that Ella was in a good mood.

He could feel that the other person seemed to have let go of something, and a sense of relaxation emanated from his body, while Ella before seemed to be always tense.

And he knew the other party was lying, because as long as the hero saw Ella, he would definitely choose her, unless -

"Oh, I feel a little embarrassed. I'm a little embarrassed to say it."

"Actually, I overslept this morning, and no one called me. By the time I got there, the auditions were already over, hehe."

Ella turned her head away and then scratched her head, her movements and expression as if she was truly embarrassed by her mistake.

But, this is a lie.

Murphy had recovered from his shock by now. He knew that the other party was lying again, because Ella was a candidate for the Saint. How could the church make the small mistake of not sending someone to notify her to get up?

But Murphy didn't ask any more questions. Since Ella didn't want to say it, he wouldn't force her. Everyone has things they don't want to say.

Not to mention that Ella helped him to get rid of the topic he didn't want to talk about yesterday. Even if he put himself in her shoes, he would not continue to dwell on this topic.

Murphy saw it clearly, it was indeed a lie.

This morning, Ella locked herself in the room and planned to wait until the hero left before going out.

The church leaders who accompanied the brave men in the selection process waited for a long time but did not see her, the only candidate for the saint of the border city Lars, so they sent someone to inform Ella, but she ignored them.

After all, as a candidate for the Saint, the person who came to notify her could not enter the room directly because he was not qualified.

But then Ella heard a noise and knew it was Kelly's mother who had the key and authority to open her door directly.

There was no other way, so Ella had to climb out of the window when she opened the door, and then sneaked here.

But Murphy was not at home. Ella was a little angry, because it was obviously his fault that everything happened.

She sat by Murphy's bed, waiting for him to come home. Her stomach growled from time to time, making Ella even angrier.

When Murphy returned home, Ella's resentment dissipated a little when she saw him holding food.

Of course, it wouldn't dissipate to the point of letting Murphy go so easily.

Ella decided to play a trick on him and see how he would react.

Well, Ella was very satisfied with the result.

Although the reaction she wanted to see did not appear directly on Murphy's face, she still saw it.

The smile that never changed on her face was naturally the result of trying hard to hold back her laughter.

"What are you going to do next?"

"Hmm~~ What should I do? I'm probably going to get scolded by Kelly's mom, and maybe even be locked up for a while."

Murphy held her forehead, feeling helpless about the rough lines of her childhood sweetheart.

"Oh, don't think about these unhappy things."

"Hey."

"Don't sigh. Oh, by the way, I haven't asked you yet. Why did you buy so many ingredients? You can't even cook."

"I want to give it a try."

"Then let me help you. Hehe, I'm quite good at it."

"No, you certainly won't."

"You look down on me, don't you? Humph, you'll know once you try it."

Chapter 10 The Sad Saint

After a long and arduous kitchen battle, in which she had to endure the suspicious gaze of another person, Murphy finally finished making lunch.

The sun was already starting to set.

He and Ella sat at the table, covered in dust. There was only one dish on the table: big plate chicken.

Although I originally planned to make two dishes, so much time has been wasted on making one, so I decided to just forget about making two and save the remaining ingredients for next time.

Murphy looked at the dish of chicken on the table that looked neither delicious nor fragrant and fell silent. His cooking skills might really not be that good.

"Well, even though it doesn't look very good, it should taste good."

"Who put potatoes, chicken, and green peppers together? It's so troublesome just watching me. And is this thing edible?"

"Just try it and you'll know."

Ella expressed doubts about what Murphy had made, and the other party responded indifferently and then ate a piece of chicken.

“Not bad, it doesn’t look great but it tastes good.”

Murphy complimented her own craftsmanship.

After hearing this, Ella took a bite doubtfully and chewed it with a painful expression on her face, but then she opened her eyes wide.

"I've never eaten anything so delicious before. Are you a genius?"

"No, are you really Murphy?"

Listening to Ella's exaggerated praise, Murphy just waved his hand pretentiously and said nothing.

"Nonsense, if you've eaten it, it's a ghost."

"Although I didn't do it very well, I can still conquer a mere white-haired little Ella."

He thought with some pride in his heart, while Ella beside him was still praising the taste with her shallow vocabulary while eating without stopping.

After eating, Ella and Murphy slumped in their chairs and touched their bulging stomachs.

They sighed comfortably, leaving all their worries behind.

Delicious food is the best medicine to cure troubles.

Looking at the setting sun outside the window, Ella and Murphy looked at each other, and then they both fell silent.

"...Isn't it time for dinner?"

“…Forget it.”

"...your dishes aren't cleaned up yet."

"...Take a break. I'm tired from eating."