The reincarnated devil was blessed by the goddess

"Come on, raise your head. Wipe your tears."

Himawari looked gently at Theresa, who was sobbing painfully on the hem of her skirt, and her voice was filled with a reassuring warmth.

She held a white handkerchief and gently wiped the tears from Theresa's cheeks.

"You...you are...Sunflower?"

Theresa's voice trembled slightly, filled with disbelief.

She tried hard to suppress the sadness in her heart, raised her head with sobs, and her eyes met with the girl in front of her.

The girl in front of me looked exactly like me.

Those golden eyes and white hair that is shorter than her own.

Theresa then realized that perhaps the girl in front of her was actually Himawari herself.

"But you're not...?"

Theresa's voice lowered, a hint of confusion in her voice.

How could the girl who was always silent and speechless speak to her so gently and even make such vivid expressions like this?

Even during the first few times we met, he was glowing all over.

Sunflower seemed to see through her doubts and smiled slightly, "In this world, life wouldn't be so tiring. I'm sorry that you have to bear the consequences of my actions."

Theresa's nose twitched slightly, and her emotions gradually calmed down.

"Is it Zui Yan and Rong Yan?"

Sunflower nodded, a complicated look flashing in her eyes.

The evil deeds of the two goddesses, Zui Yan and Rong Yan, made Theresa suffer a lot on this road.

"So...I was forced to inherit the curse of these two goddesses because of you, correct?"

Theresa's eyes were fixed on Himawari, trying to find the answer from her expression.

But Sunflower did not respond. Her eyes gradually became evasive, and she turned her head slightly to avoid Theresa's sight.

The scene suddenly became silent for a moment.

"It's okay. You're a victim too." Theresa's voice was filled with relief. "I also want to thank you for letting me survive in your way."

"My help... was only insignificant. The one who really saved you... was that child."

"That child?" Theresa was stunned for a moment, and a familiar figure quickly emerged in her mind. "Four-leaf Clover?"

"A four-leaf clover..."

Himawari repeated the name in a low voice, a hint of self-blame and guilt in her eyes, "But... it's even earlier."

"Earlier still?"

Theresa frowned, a wave of doubt in her heart.

Clover was someone she had met very early in her memory. Could there be someone even earlier?

Sister Ina? But it wasn't earlier in the timeline.

The question is earlier, not earlier.

Theresa muttered to herself, her eyes accidentally sweeping over the back of her right hand, and she was suddenly stunned.

The small black flower that had always been on the back of her hand was gone.

"Black Hand? Where's the Black Hand?"

Theresa suddenly raised her right hand and examined the smooth skin carefully.

She tried to summon the familiar black tentacle, but no matter how hard she concentrated, she couldn't summon it.

As if it didn't exist at all.

"How could this happen... Where did the Black Hand go? Why can't I sense its presence?"

There was a slight tremor in Theresa's voice, and her eyes were fixed on Himawari, trying to find the answer from her eyes.

Sunflower did not answer immediately, but slowly turned around and looked out the window.

The sky outside the window is clear blue and cloudless, and the sun is shining on the earth.

The breeze blows gently, bringing the fragrance of flowers and plants, and the air is filled with tranquility and beauty.

"Do you think... this world is fake?" Sunflower asked Theresa.

Theresa followed her gaze out the window, and the scene of clear sky and bright sunshine came into view.

Such a world is so beautiful that it makes people almost forget all the pain and sorrow.

It was this beauty that made her feel a little unreal.

"Of course this world is fake," Theresa whispered, a hint of bitterness in her tone, "It's just too beautiful."

Although she liked this place very much, liked the tranquility and warmth here, she could not deceive herself.

If she identifies with this world and forgets those who died because of her, then she is really nothing.

“This world is real.”

Himawari's voice suddenly rang out, interrupting Theresa's thoughts.

"Really?"

Theresa was stunned for a moment, a hint of doubt flashing in her eyes.

"Yes," Sunflower slowly turned around and looked at Theresa tenderly, "This is the world that child created for you using the light that she carefully collected from the depths of her heart."

Black Hand... That child is the Black Hand...

Theresa had a vague idea of ​​the answer in her heart.

"She used the light she collected and her love to create this beautiful world for you. She hopes you can find your own happiness here."

This world was created with love by Black Hands.

Theresa was stunned for a moment, her mind going blank.

Although she knew that the Black Hand had its own consciousness and could even feel its emotions and will, she had never thought that the Black Hand was actually a human.

The black hand is a person. When did it gradually reveal itself?

It's that time, the time to take her to see the sun.

"That child is very smart. She knows that pain will be remembered. That's why there are no four-leaf clovers in this world. She hopes that you will always remember her, the four-leaf clover that was eaten, and that out of hatred... you will never forget her existence."

Theresa's body trembled violently, her legs softened, and she fell to her knees with a thud. A sharp pain surged in her heart, as if something was tearing at her heart.

"No wonder... I can't even carry the package..."

Theresa's voice was filled with bitterness and self-mockery.

There is no Black Hand in this world because she is no longer the embodiment of filth.

To achieve the world you want in your heart, the first thing that must be free of it is filth.

Without filth...there would be no black hands...

"She did so much for me, and I didn't even know her name."

Theresa felt a complex wave of emotions.

There is gratitude, guilt, and deep reluctance.

"Her name is Theresa."

Sunflower's voice was calm and firm, stating a very simple fact.

"I see... your name is Xiao Te, right?"

Theresa's voice lowered, a hint of relief and bitterness in it.

The corners of her mouth lifted slightly, revealing a faint smile, but that smile was mixed with deep self-blame and guilt.

The most selfish person is actually herself.

Not only did she snatch the name "Theresa", she also took away the light that belonged to Xiaote.

The only revenge she could take was to make the world without Four-Leaf Clover, so that she would never forget her because of her hatred for her.

"How did you show up?"

Theresa sat powerlessly on the ground, staring blankly at the sunflowers in front of her.

"I am her inner light."

Himawari gently held her shoulders and pulled her up from the ground.

"Can we eat first? I'm a little hungry." Her voice was playful, breaking the heavy atmosphere.

"it is good."

Theresa took out some dry food and fruit from the package with skillful and quick movements.

Her fingers gently slid across the food, a faint glow emanating from her fingertips. The warm light enveloped the food, heating it instantly.

The aroma of food filled the air, carrying a comforting flavor.

"It smells so good."

There was a hint of satisfaction and anticipation in Himawari's voice. She grabbed a piece of heated bread and began to eat it in big mouthfuls.

This was a stark contrast to her impression of sunflowers, perhaps because they could speak and make expressions.

"There's still some meat. Do you want some?"

Theresa held a plate of golden and crispy roasted meat.

Unexpectedly, heating with light is quite convenient.

"I want I want!"

Sunflower raised her hand excitedly, eager to respond like a child.

"Eat slowly, there's still plenty. You can have some cakes as a snack later."

Sunflower couldn't wait to grab a piece of meat and started eating it in big mouthfuls.

"Can I ask you a few questions?"

Theresa spoke softly, a hint of inquiry in her eyes.

At this moment, she suddenly realized that she seemed to be taller than the sunflower.

"Sure, go ahead and ask."

Sunflower licked her lips, seeming to be very satisfied with the food. Her voice was still soft, with an innocent frankness.

Theresa pondered for a moment, then finally asked her first question: "Who are you?"

"I'm a sunflower!"

Sunflower answered without hesitation, as if to emphasize her identity.

Well, this question seems a bit redundant.

No wonder he's a bit silly.

"Then let me change my perspective." Theresa adjusted her thoughts and her tone became serious. "What is your relationship with the goddess of light, Astra?"

She did not forget what she had experienced in the mine and the studio, and the mysteries related to the Goddess of Light always lingered in her mind.

Especially those paintings, from Sunflower's hand.

Sunflower stopped chewing, her voice still soft but with a hint of childishness: "What relationship...the relationship between the incarnations?"

"Are you the goddess?" Theresa asked tentatively. "Honestly, I find it hard to believe."

Oh my god, if the person before me is really the Goddess of Light...

How is this possible? This doesn't look like it at all.

She doesn't behave like a goddess.

Shouldn't a goddess be high and mighty, majestic and sacred?

There was no coldness in her eyes that looked down upon all living beings, but instead her eyes were filled with the warmth of humanity.

If she is really a goddess, shouldn't she be as ruthless as the Goddess of Judgment and the Goddess of Hellfire?

No reason needed, just do whatever you want.

But Sunflower...she has feelings.

Her emotions are so real and deep that you can see it from her attitude towards her family.

How could she be the legendary goddess of light?

"I really am!"

Sunflower seemed a little anxious, with a hint of helplessness and grievance in her voice.

"I...I can't prove it to you right now, because I am only a part of it."

"It's part of the heart."

Theresa responded calmly, with a hint of teasing in her tone.

"um, yes."

Sunflower did not avoid the question, but nodded calmly.

It’s really strange... I know there’s a goddess sitting opposite me, but I’m not panicked at all.

Perhaps it was because she looked too childish and ordinary, making it impossible for people to associate her with the word God.

The goddess doesn't look like a goddess, and the saint doesn't look like a saint.

The Church of Light is just around the corner.

Theresa glanced sideways at Himawari and noticed that she was still eating the pastry.

If she really is the goddess of light, many things do make sense.

But there was one thing Theresa could never understand.

Why would a goddess like her be...

"If you are a goddess, why don't you resist?"

Theresa's tone became serious, with a hint of confusion and faint anger in her eyes.

She couldn't understand why a god with infinite power would allow himself to be hurt by humans and even fall into such an embarrassing situation.

When Sunflower heard this question, she gently put down the pastry in her hand.

"I... First of all, my appearance in this world as a human was a mistake in itself."

Her voice was soft, as if she was afraid of disturbing anything. "Gods can't directly interfere with the human world. That's the rule. But I... really wanted to experience this world, so I took advantage of a loophole and descended as a human."

Having said that, she scratched her cheek awkwardly and gave a slightly apologetic smile.

There was a hint of innocence in that smile, as if she was just telling an insignificant little secret.

"Because I love this world so much, I don't want it to be destroyed. So, I stopped the fight between the flames of hell and war, trying to quell those meaningless disputes. But my intervention attracted hatred. My power made the Goddess of Judgment jealous."

The origin of Rongyan and Zuiyan was actually due to such reasons.

Not having a good life yourself, yet still wanting to ruin others, such behavior is so despicable, whether it is God or human.

“No wonder the relationship between gods is not good…” Theresa murmured softly.

Sunflower looked at Theresa, and finally just sighed softly, lowered her head, and continued to fiddle with the pastries in her hand.

"Gods are unique beings, and cannot be judged by the same kind of relationships we have with humans."

Sunflower's voice suddenly became cold and majestic, forming a sharp contrast with her childish appearance.

"You don't think I'm easy to talk to, do you? I can be scary when I'm angry."

That smile contained both a condescending indifference and an elusive depth of meaning.

"I......"

Theresa opened her mouth, but found herself at a loss for words.

Because she was so easy to get along with, she forgot the fact that Sunflower was a god.

"Don't use human thinking to speculate on the actions of gods. After all, there are some things we don't even know why they do what they do."

The light in Sunflower's eyes gradually faded, and she returned to her previous appearance, happily eating the pastries.

Yes, the gods really cannot be guessed.

Who would have thought that the most powerful goddess was eating pastries without caring about her image.

"So those more erotic goddess portraits are..."

"Ahem...! I was just curious. If I had known what it meant, I wouldn't have forced others to draw it."

Himawari's face turned visibly red.

It seems that the gods really cannot be speculated at will. Perhaps she herself does not know that forcing people to draw that thing will result in imprisonment.