The reincarnated devil was blessed by the goddess

"Crack-!"

Ice-cold water poured down from above her head, instantly soaking Theresa's entire body like a waterfall.

The biting cold made her shiver involuntarily, but soon she regained her composure.

Under the impact of the water flow, the water droplets covering the surface of her delicate skin evaporated into water vapor at an astonishing speed, rising up and dissipating into the air.

She sighed softly, realizing that her body temperature was so high that the water droplets quickly turned into steam as soon as they touched her body.

No wonder I have been feeling dizzy all the time. It turns out this is the reason.

This is definitely not an ordinary fever symptom, but the result of excessive accumulation of heat in the body.

This situation is most likely related to the fierce battle of the Judgment Saint.

At that time, she clearly noticed that Blackhand seemed to be able to use a special kind of fire, which was very similar to the fire used by those pagans.

She deduced that these powerful forces most likely originated from the eyeballs.

It seems that his body has completely digested those terrible powers.

Yes, completely digested.

She slowly lowered her head and stared at her arms.

Those arms were white and tender, as soft as mutton-fat jade, and full of elasticity. It was hard to imagine that they had been cut off by her own hands.

Now, perfect limbs have grown back from these broken arms, as if nothing had ever happened.

This is the regenerative power of the foul, a power that inspires both wonder and fear.

Looking back, her behavior at the time was indeed crazy enough.

His whole body was tightly wrapped by a flame called "Melting Face", and the burning pain on his face even gave him the urge to tear his own skin off.

Ah, now that she has that, her muteness and facial paralysis seem to be divine punishments from two gods.

Now the facial paralysis seems to have been offset by the blessing of the goddess of abundance.

Yes, the goddess of abundance! Why would she bless herself?

The memory was so vague that no matter how hard she tried, she could not remember clearly what the Goddess of Fertility had said.

I only vaguely knew that the goddess was making me laugh, this was a joke!

How could one possibly laugh in that situation?

"Ugh."

Theresa sighed softly, slowly pulled out a soft towel, and began to wipe her body carefully.

Unexpectedly, the towel used at that time had been kept in the cabinet.

The black hand seemed to have noticed the actions of its master, as if it had seen a long-lost mission.

It slowly extended two slender tentacles, gently wiping Theresa's wet hair and taking care of it very carefully.

Where did you learn these hair care techniques? She's clearly new to them.

Do you think we can...change back?

Theresa reached out her hand and gently wiped the mist off the mirror, which gradually reflected her current appearance.

Compared with her previous appearance of white hair and golden eyes, she looked like a little girl next door at that time, pure and innocent, giving people a kind and warm feeling.

But now, with her black hair and red eyes, she has a kind of nobility and mystery like a rich lady, and she looks superior at first glance.

It should be more dangerous, right?

Not to mention that this state is simply a time bomb that can explode at any time. In such a situation, going out will undoubtedly become an extremely difficult problem.

Even if you try every means to get her to wear glasses before going out, she is absolutely unwilling to step out of the room.

After all, in this situation, no one can guarantee what unpredictable things will happen next.

Moreover, she had a satisfying fight with the Saint of Judgment.

Although she claimed to have let me go, who knows if she would secretly inform me?

"Hey, little Tracy! You've been in the shower for ages. Did you pass out? Come out and drink some water and get some fresh air."

Hearing the concerned voice of Asuri outside, Theresa involuntarily quickened her dressing pace.

Hmm...it's still Sunflower's clothes.

Her own set of clothes was already so worn out that it could be used as a rag.

"The little white cat has become a little black cat now. There's iced pear tea on the table. Let's sit on the steps outside and enjoy the breeze to cool down."

Xiang Mingri was lying leisurely on the sofa in the living room, holding a newspaper that he had not had time to read in the morning. Seeing Theresa who had just finished taking a shower, he also teased her.

Theresa was about to nod in response to Xiang Mingri, but at this moment she suddenly realized that she seemed to be able to make expressions now.

So she raised the corners of her mouth slightly and responded to him with a warm smile.

Under Xiang Mingri's surprised gaze, Theresa gently picked up the iced pear tea, slowly walked out of the yard, and sat quietly on the steps. The evening breeze blew her hair, bringing a hint of coolness.

She raised her head and gazed at the sunflowers illuminated by the stars. The sunflowers were still standing tall in the night, and their golden petals seemed to be coated with a layer of mysterious glow by the starlight.

The cold pear tea goes down my throat, and the evening breeze caresses my skin, as if taking away all the heat.

Theresa felt a sense of relief she had never felt before.

"Comfortable, huh? But we still need to talk. After all, we still have tomorrow to get through, don't we?"

As Xiang Mingri spoke, he also sat down next to Theresa.

He had just been reading the newspaper to find out if anything big had happened.

He took out a piece of paper and pen from his pocket and handed it to Theresa, hoping to understand what had happened to her.

After Theresa took the pen, she began to write attentively.

Time passed minute by minute, and she wrote for a long time.

She waited quietly for Mingri, her eyes showing concern and expectation.

When Theresa finally stopped writing, she picked up the paper and read it carefully.

As the text unfolded, he gradually understood some of the process.

After reading it, he silently held his forehead with a solemn look on his face, knowing in his heart that this matter was indeed not easy to handle.

"So it's Clover... I know that girl. She was a close friend of my sister's. I suspected she wasn't doing well when we were little, but I never imagined it was blood loss. She left in such a hurry because she didn't want to burden us. She really worked hard."

Xiang Mingri slowly looked up at the sky, caressed the downcast Theresa again, and said softly, "Speaking of which, you had a fight with the Holy Maiden of Judgment. It was quite impressive. She's notorious for her world-weariness. She would take a sinner's life after only a few words, as if she wanted to vent all her unhappiness with the world on others. But this is all I saw before. I wonder how she's doing now. Go to bed. It's getting late."

Theresa nodded, said good night, and went back to her room to sleep.

Xiang Mingri sat alone on the steps and thought silently, there had been a conflict with the saint. If nothing unexpected happened, people from the church would come.

The church closest to Hiyori Castle is the Church of Light.