The reincarnated devil was blessed by the goddess

You, Clover, you are so well-behaved before going to bed, but after sleeping, all your clothes are taken off for no reason.

What is the reason for this? Does she feel uncomfortable sleeping with clothes on, or does she have some special fetish?

Then, Theresa especially likes to grab something when she sleeps.

And now Clover's skin was successfully stuck tightly to Theresa's.

Theresa slowly opened her eyes and her gaze fell on Clover who was sleeping beside her.

I saw Clover lying on her side on the bed, sleeping soundly, her saliva even flowing onto the pillow, completely disregarding her image.

I clearly remembered to cover her with a blanket, but why was her body still cold?

Theresa reached out and gently shook Clover's shoulders, trying to wake her up.

Wake up!

Didn’t we agree to start the mission in the evening? Why are you still sleeping?

Well, this is the voice of the heart, and it can only be conveyed through actions.

Clover drowsily opened her eyes, glanced at Theresa, then reached out to take the clothes Theresa handed her and replied weakly, "Yeah... I understand."

Then he added: "Make me a glass of water and soak it with the red powder."

Theresa could tell that Clover's voice was a little weak, but she didn't think too much about it. She got out of bed and took out a small medicine bag from Clover's hanging bag. She brewed it into a cup of red liquid with hot water and brought it to Clover.

"Grass."

"what happened?"

Clover took the cup and raised her head, only to see that her lips were no longer as bright as they had been in the afternoon, her face was slightly pale, and she seemed to be running out of energy.

Something is wrong. He was so lively and energetic during the day, but why did he become so listless at night?

As if she had sensed Theresa's deep worry, she quickly drank the cup of hot water. Her lips, which had been as pale as paper, gradually turned red, as if they had been injected with vitality and energy again.

"Resurrected, kid! Hey, hey, hey, you're standing there motionless, aren't you worried about me?"

"Ah."

Clover originally thought that Theresa would deny it arrogantly, but she didn't expect her to answer so honestly and frankly. This unexpected sincerity made Clover a little embarrassed, and she didn't know how to respond for a moment.

"Uh...it's just a minor problem. It will be fine after taking some medicine. Let's go!"

Clover said as she quickly put on her clothes and pushed Theresa towards the door.

She pulled a hat out of her bag and put it on. It was a pure white beret and she looked very beautiful.

"Do you want me to call a doctor to take a look at you?" A note was passed over.

"It's really nothing! I'm a doctor, why would I call a doctor over? Who knows my own affairs better than me?"

After saying that, she pulled Theresa out of the room.

There is a special logo on the side of the beret that Clover wears, which looks like the one pinned on Xiang Mingri's chest.

"Hikari?"

"Yes, this beret was a gift from a friend. It looks nice, doesn't it? I've taken good care of it and treasured it until now. Now, it's time to put it to good use."

The guild time is set at 7 o'clock in the evening!

"Yeah, there are more and more people! It's a good sign." Clover lay on the handrail of the stairs on the second floor, leaning down to look down at the adventurers.

This was not a good thing at all. The noise was deafening even upstairs. Theresa followed Clover and looked down.

"Next, I'll take you to a place. Let's use the hat as a guide and leave here quickly."

What is the hat as a guide...

Just when Theresa was still wondering what this meant.

Clover had already taken action. She took the lead and threw the pure white beret on her head high from the second floor.

Theresa, who was momentarily unable to react, was grabbed by her hand and rushed down the stairs, leaving the guild.

The beret floated in the air and finally floated into the bustling crowd.

Looking at the hat, Theresa couldn't help but feel speechless.

Is this how you treat a friend's gift? You throw it away like a paper airplane.

"Let's go, kid! My plan has already begun! Next I'm taking you to a great place, I guarantee your jaw will drop!"

The surrounding lights were bright and beautiful, winding along the streets.

Theresa quietly looked at Clover's profile. The two held hands tightly and ran quickly under the night.

She was almost forgetting this feeling. When did it start?

Was it Oleg who took her around every night?

Or is it the feeling when Ina takes you back after a whole day out?

In any case, she hadn't felt such an atmosphere for a long time.

Theresa has been living a quiet life since the attack on her village.

Akzan is always busy with his own affairs, and when he is with Xiang Mingri, it is more like a care between siblings rather than communication between peers.

This feeling made her feel warm, but it also made her realize that she seemed to have not been in contact with other people for a long time.

This feeling... is really good...

Well, then it got bad again.

"Here we are, kid!"

Just as Theresa was still immersed in the beautiful atmosphere, she was brought back to reality by Clover's words.

Where did this take her? Was this still home?

It should still be in the country, but she has never set foot in this place. Her life has always revolved around the guild and she has never gone any further.

Aha, what's going on? Why are there so many knights milling around?

Also, this place is brightly lit, so why do I feel uneasy?

Oh, no wonder it is like this.

This damn place is actually a church!

You brought me here, didn't you? Are you trying to kill me, kid?

Four-leaf clover, I am really a clover!

"Calm down, calm down, look, someone is coming out."

When Theresa shook Clover's shoulder, the heavy door that had been tightly closed slowly opened.

A figure walked out of the door, a monk in a green lace robe.

He had a gentle smile on his face and his eyes fell on the two little girls in front of him.

"My two lovely children, it's already evening. If you want to pray, you'd better come back in the morning." The monk's voice was soft and kind.

After hearing this, Clover immediately retorted, "We are not here to pray."

The monk was taken aback for a moment, but after thinking about recent events, he quickly regained his smile. "If you're not here to pray... then please stay in for the night. I'll prepare some food for you. If there's anything else, we can deal with it tomorrow, okay?"

The monk apparently mistook them for homeless children.

"No, no, I want to find your bishop!"

Clover's voice echoed in the air.