The reincarnated devil was blessed by the goddess

So cool... so cold...

Theresa was awakened by the wind.

Is the window not closed? I clearly remember closing it before going to bed.

Oh, yes, it should be a four-leaf clover.

She was going to write in her diary at night, so she might have opened the window for ventilation.

This idiot didn't even bother to close the windows after ventilating.

How abominable!

Theresa wrapped herself tightly in the quilt and rubbed her chin against the soft object in her arms, hoping to wake up Clover and get her to close the damn window.

Smell...this smell is not right, why is there no fragrance?

Theresa frowned, rubbed her nose with her hand, then slowly opened her eyes and found that the four-leaf clover she was supposed to be holding in her arms was gone, replaced by a soft pillow.

Have you gone to the toilet?

Then she yawned and slowly got out of bed to close the window.

When she accidentally glanced at the paper pressed by the diary on the table, a hint of doubt arose in her heart.

He doesn't even clean up after writing.

Theresa shook her head slightly, walked over helplessly, and picked up the paper that was pressed under the diary.

Seeing the words on the paper, the expression on his face gradually became solemn.

"Kid! I'll be back before dawn! If not, put on the beret on the bedside and go to the Church of Plenty! I've arranged everything else!"

Theresa looked up at the head of the bed and saw a beret lying there quietly.

Clover's body has not recovered yet. Under such circumstances, going out in the middle of the night is simply a fantasy.

For some reason, Theresa felt a very bad premonition in her heart.

I'm going to find her!

She rushed out of the room without hesitation, looked up at the pitch-black sky dotted with stars, and then decisively stretched out her black hand from behind.

Now that she has devoured her left brain, the remnants eaten by the four-leaf clover must be able to sense something.

The black hand kept poking around Theresa, as if trying to sniff something, and then nodded lightly in one direction.

"Thanks!"

Theresa hurriedly thanked the black hand and then ran quickly in the direction it pointed.

The surrounding scene passed by her eyes as fast as the wind, and all the branches blocking her way were cut off one by one by the light blade in her hand.

She was really anxious.

This direction leads to the river. Why would you go to the river in the middle of the night?

Generally speaking, those who appear by the river at this time are all going to...

Theresa shook her head vigorously, trying to drive the thought out of her mind.

The assessment will be over tomorrow, how could Clover have such thoughts?

I must have made a mistake, it must be!

The further they walked in, the stronger the chill became, making people shiver all over, and Theresa's hair stood up involuntarily.

How can there be such a cold wind in this hot summer?

Theresa looked up and saw that the leaves of the trees were drooping, covered with a thick layer of white frost.

Not far ahead, stood a mysterious figure...

Theresa could vaguely see her eyes flashing with a faint blue light, the cross on her left eye was particularly eye-catching, and she was holding a piece of ice in her hand.

There is no doubt that this person is the source of the cold air.

And the person kneeling on the ground was actually Clover!

"Go away!"

Theresa yelled without thinking, and the bracelet on her wrist suddenly grew larger and began to spin rapidly.

With a wave of her hand, the bracelet shot out like an arrow, instantly separated into three sections, and finally turned into a golden stick, which was Theresa's magic stick!

"Grass!"

Theresa slid and hugged Clover, quickly pulling her away from the icy ground.

Clover's body was so cold, as if she was frozen. Her eyelashes were covered with frost, but her cheeks were slightly warm.

Theresa hugged Clover tightly, and began to release the arcane magic of light from her entire body, hoping to warm Clover's body with the gentle sunlight.

"So warm... huh? Kid!"

Clover opened her eyes and showed a surprised expression when she saw Theresa. She didn't understand how Theresa found her.

"Who?"

When Xuelian heard the sound, she immediately clenched the ice sword in her hand and knocked away the three-section staff that was in the way.

Her eyes were sharp and she looked at the mysterious outsider with caution.

"I'll do it." Theresa said gently, holding the four-leaf clover.

She then recalled the divine light rods and circled them around Clover to provide him with some warmth.

"Wait... don't get into conflict with her! She is the Saint of Judgment!" Clover shouted weakly.

It is not scary to have conflicts with other saints, because there will always be corresponding procedures to deal with them afterwards.

But the Holy Maiden of Judgment is different, she can make a judgment on the spot!

"Are you the white-haired, golden-eyed girl in the letter? Have we ever met before...?"

After thinking for a moment, Xuelian felt that she might have recognized the wrong person.

After all, she meets many people every day, but deep down she wishes they had never met, because none of the people she meets are good people.

When their eyes met, Xuelian felt her left eye begin to stir, as if some power was surging.

This Eye of Judgment is a power bestowed by the Goddess of Judgment. Once it becomes agitated, it often means that the person on the other side has committed a serious sin.

Xuelian looked carefully at the white-haired girl in front of her.

The girl had a pretty face, and her beauty was full of lively and playful charm, as if she was the perfect combination of beauty and cuteness. Her appearance was unforgettable at first sight.

But such a lovely girl was actually judged as a very guilty person by the goddess of judgment without any warning.

It was obvious that the two of them just looked at each other.

No, no, no...

It was just our first meeting, so why do I have such a strange feeling in my heart?

Theresa was filled with doubts. An inexplicable strange feeling surged into her heart like a tide, and she also saw a light that she had not seen in a long time.

However, the light spot on that person's body was completely different from that of the others. It was a deep and mysterious blue.

Xuelian stared at the person in front of her and asked in a cold tone, "What's your name, or what crime have you committed?"

"crime?"

Theresa felt that speaking was becoming difficult again and her throat began to hurt.

Xuelian frowned. Why was it so difficult for the person in front of her to even speak?

Theresa looked at her in confusion. She had only been in this world for less than a year, and she lived a lazy life every day. How could she possibly commit a crime?

This is complete nonsense!

At this moment, Xuelian suddenly seemed to have thought of something. Her expression changed and her voice became sharp: "Wait! Guilty words? Why would you say such words?!"

Her eyes instantly became extremely gloomy, and a deep blue light flashed in them.

Because she knew clearly that the effect of the sin was not inflicted by her, but was a divine punishment brought down on the girl by the Goddess of Judgment herself.

There is only one explanation for this situation—this girl has truly committed an unforgivable crime and has ascended to the level of a god.