The reincarnated devil was blessed by the goddess

"Grandpa! The black-haired swordsman is back, holding little Tracy. She looks safe and sound! This is so great!" Oleg shouted excitedly, his voice echoing throughout the village.

It was noon, and the bright sunshine fell on Akzhan and Theresa like a rain of golden arrows.

When the villagers heard the good news, their faces were filled with joy. They stopped their busy work and turned their eyes to the little hero who saved their village.

Akzhan sauntered over to August and his father and said lazily, "You're taking care of her family, right? She's fine, she's probably just exhausted. Don't ask about the details of what happened. Just know that she saved everyone."

"Thank you... Thank you very much!" Grandpa Augustus said to Akzhan with gratitude, and carefully took Theresa from the swordsman.

At this moment, Theresa was like a frightened kitten, curling up tightly, and her original little skirt was now in a mess with blood and mud.

Oleg looked at the empty space before him, his mind already understanding. His clenched hands slowly loosened, but a moment later they clenched again. He gritted his teeth, as if making some kind of resolution, and asked, "Um...excuse me, have you seen a girl in a wedding dress?"

Akzan stared at Oreg, a glint of understanding flashing in his eyes. He patted Oreg's shoulder firmly and said in a deep voice, "You are the groom, right? Well done! I heard about you when I first came to this village. You are really brave."

There was no need for too many words. Just these few simple actions made Oreg understand Akcan's recognition and appreciation of him, or perhaps made him understand the truth.

Oleg took a deep breath and asked with a slightly trembling voice, "Can I go see her? Or tell me where she was last seen."

"When your children wake up, go together. Remember to tidy yourself up. Don't worry, where she is is beautiful."

The afterglow of the setting sun gently sprinkles in the sky like a golden veil, as if casting a warm and soft filter over the whole world.

In this peaceful atmosphere, a little girl slowly rubbed her sleepy eyes and gradually woke up from her sleep.

Ok……

Theresa blinked, trying to wake herself up. Her consciousness seemed to be still stuck between dream and reality, a little dazed.

After a while, she finally came to her senses, a look of confusion on her face.

She sat quietly on the bed, listening to the crows cawing outside the window and feeling her own unique fragrance lingering on the quilt.

Everything seems so familiar, yet there seems to be an indescribable sense of strangeness.

Theresa looked down at her chest and right arm. They were intact, without any signs of injury.

What an amazing recovery ability! Even though all the wounds were penetrating, he only needed to eat and sleep for a while to recover.

black……

Just as Theresa was about to speak, a black hand quietly reached out from behind her.

The hand, like a nimble snake, quickly and accurately wrapped around her body, and gently touched her cheek with its soft fingertips, revealing an intimate gesture.

Theresa gently stroked its cold and smooth body, feeling unexpectedly comfortable.

This seemed to be the first time she had truly come into contact with this mysterious black hand. Although it had helped her many times, the touch at this moment was so real and profound.

"Thanks……"

Theresa murmured softly to show her respect, embedding gratitude into her brief words.

She jumped out of bed and found that her tattered clothes had been replaced with a brand new white dress.

The material of this dress is something I have never seen before. It feels extremely soft and comfortable.

Ina would definitely love this soft fabric. When Theresa's thoughts touched that name, a hint of sadness and longing appeared in her eyes.

Ina...

"Are you awake? Little Tracy, let's go. Let's go to my wedding!"

Oleg pushed open the room, wearing a formal suit and looking refreshed, as if nothing had happened, but his empty sleeves told it all.

"I'm...sorry...Ina...she...uh..."

Theresa's facial paralysis makes it difficult for her to express emotions with her face.

But tears are not like that; they are a very natural physiological reaction, and this may be the only emotion Theresa can express.

"It's okay, little Tracy. You saved me and saved many people in the village. You're great. You're a hero, our village hero."

Oleg gently hugged Theresa with one hand.

"Look, this doesn't affect me at all. I can still hold you. Come on, let's go see Ina."

"it is good......"

Oleg led Theresa into a sea of ​​flowers in the forest again. As the journey was a bit long, it was gradually getting dark when they arrived.

At noon, Oleg and his grandfather couldn't contain their excitement and followed the black-haired swordsman here once before.

I have to admit that the swordsman did not lie, this place is indeed beautiful.

Oh, that's right. Oleg had been to this place before; it was the place where he and Ina had met as children.

It's quite interesting to think that he had lived in the village longer, but he got lost in the forest.

By accident, they came to this sea of ​​flowers, and Ina was picking flowers there. Their story then unfolded here.

Oleg slowly bent down, stretched out his right hand and gently picked a beautiful flower. Holding the flower, he slowly walked to Ina's tombstone and gently placed the flower next to the tombstone.

At the same time, Theresa silently picked a flower, walked quietly to the other side of the tombstone, and gently put down the flower in her hand.

Then, Oleg took out a small knife from his pocket. He gently stroked the blade with his fingers, as if feeling Ina's presence.

He took a deep breath, knelt on one knee, and began to carve words on the tombstone - the most beautiful bride, Ina.

Each cut contained his deep love and attachment to Ina, and the handwriting gradually became clearer.

Theresa took the knife from Oleg and continued to carve below the words he had carved: My forever sister, Ina.

The calligraphy I practiced on the invitation card at that time also showed its effectiveness at this time.

The evening breeze blew, bringing a fresh floral scent, as if Ina was smiling at them.

Oleg knelt on one knee in front of the tombstone, gently took out a ring and put it on his ring finger.

This was given to him by Ina.

Theresa stood silently by, scattering flowers, and the petals fluttered in the air.

There is no hustle and bustle here, only tranquility and solemnity, which makes people feel the fragility and preciousness of life.