The girl who was punished by the gods counterattacked and became the group's favorite

Tia looked at the cold sweat on Silio's forehead and began to search in the house. She found a basin and a towel, and quickly got some water. Her thoughts began to drift away again.

It's really a sin that such a young child has to go through this!

Tia was certain that the person in front of her was not Nansen at all, but Syrio!

This part also existed in the original plot, but it appeared in the form of a flashback, and there was only a short paragraph in the plot.

Syrio hated human traffickers because of his childhood kidnapping experience. After gaining power, he killed all the traffickers but failed to settle the children in time, resulting in the children who were abducted to all corners of the world being displaced and with nowhere to go.

She still remembers seeing a comment on the forum when she was discussing the plot with her friends.

"If it weren't for Syrio, these kids wouldn't have to be homeless and begging everywhere. It's too much!"

The comments below were also a condemnation of Syrio, and the occasional rebuttal was drowned out.

She looked at the person in front of her. He was only a few years older than her, maybe even younger than her actual age, but he had to suffer these unexpected disasters just because of a power struggle.

What was wrong with him eliminating the traffickers after gaining power? If it weren't for his swift and decisive actions, the traffickers wouldn't have vanished from the game world so quickly. He simply failed to properly care for the children in time.

He had already been wounded by the power struggle, he had long been convinced that human nature is evil, he was powerless again and again and could only watch others suffer silently, he had long lost his kindness.

If she guessed correctly, Syrio was now forced to stay here, unable to leave. But how could those traffickers out there be good people? Even if they offered a higher price, they still saw Syrio as someone who would waste more food if he stayed for another day. How could they treat him kindly?

Tia's thoughts raced through her mind for a moment as she carried a basin to Syrio's bed. She had just taken out a wrung-out towel to help wipe the cold sweat off his head when her wrist was grabbed.

"what are you doing?"

Having just been beaten, he was extremely wary of everyone.

"Wipe it first!" Tia shrank back in fear, loosened her hand, and handed the towel over.

At that moment, those silver-gray eyes stared at her like a cold-blooded animal!

Syrio sat up straight on the bed, took the towel, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and then threw the towel into the basin.

"Anything else?"

"That's all." Although Tia felt sad, she didn't want to put her efforts into someone else's cold reception. She took the basin aside, poured out the water, and put the towel back in its place.

Syrio lowered his eyes as he watched Tia walking away. Was he really too fierce just now?

Unsure how long it would take for the rescuers to arrive, Tia decided to observe the surrounding environment first. Unfortunately, the entire house had only one iron window about one meter from the ground, except for the door facing the center of the yard. Through the window, one could see the scenery outside and exchange air, but the narrow space was not big enough for one person to run out.

This iron railing...

An idea flashed through her mind. Tia remembered that she had seen how to pry open the iron railing before. There was no shortage of cloth in the house, and as for the wooden sticks...

"Nansen, is there anywhere in this room where there's a stick?"

Syrio opened his resting eyes. "There's a broom in the corner."

After walking around the room, she found the broom in an inconspicuous corner. She tried to break it, but found that there was no way to break it.

But... she was only five years old, how could she possibly have any strength? She had the method, but no means to implement it.

If Syrio could be cured, with his strength, maybe he could twist the iron rod open.

Syrio himself has healing magic, but he has been delaying using it on himself simply because he is afraid that the group of people will find out that his wounds are healing too quickly and become curious about him, or even beat him up more viciously.

But... although she said she knew all this through the script, she couldn't say it directly.

If only I could perform healing magic!

Tia closed her eyes and felt her body, and discovered that there was a white light spot that she had never seen before.

In such a short time, it was impossible for anyone other than Syrio to allow her to come into contact with the healing magic, so was she soothed during the time she fell asleep just now?

No wonder I felt vaguely that Tarama came to comfort me at that time. It turns out that I am still a child with a hard mouth and a soft heart!

Syrio was lying steadily on the bed at this moment. He was stunned for a moment when he felt Tia's sudden eager gaze looking at him. What on earth was this child thinking about all day long?

Was it so easy for her to learn healing magic?

Tia was so happy that she could hardly hold back her laughter. Now, even if he got injured, he could heal himself, not to mention solving the current trouble.

Just in case, she first used healing magic to cover the scratches on her legs, and sure enough, her legs were healed in no time.

Syrio practiced healing magic, so he was naturally familiar with this magic. Feeling the healing magic floating in the air, he stared at Tia with his eyes.

Isn't it said that those with healing magic will be taken to the church? Whose child is this?

Feeling that direct gaze, Tia felt a little shy. Would she be discovered stealing other people's magic?

This thought did not bother Tia for long. The most urgent task now was to cure Syrio.

She quickly stepped forward and used her healing magic to heal Syrio's wounds. She hadn't known it before, but she hadn't realized that Syrio hadn't had any scars on the surface, but the whip had already bruised him deep inside.

Sylio didn't expect that Tia would come to heal him, and she was already six years old at such a young age?

"It will get better on its own in a couple of days."

The silent rejection and silence quickly spread between the two of them.

Tia understood but didn't want to respect it. "Who cares about you? I just need you to heal your wound and help me escape from here."

Suddenly it was Syrio's turn to feel uncomfortable. He curled his lips slightly and lowered his eyes, as if he had been abandoned.

Unfortunately, Tia was completely focused and put all her energy into healing her wounds. Her health was not good to begin with, and she had only been practicing magic for a short time. She felt a little exhausted after only half of the healing.

Realizing that the magic power in his body was getting less and less, Syrio suppressed his emotions. When he looked up, he saw Tia's pale face and was frightened for a moment.

"What's wrong with you? Are you okay? What's the problem?"