The reincarnated devil was blessed by the goddess

"Then I'm going out."

Theresa held onto the wall and slowly put on her shoes.

She tiptoed up and tapped the ground lightly to make the boots wrap around her ankles properly, then stomped twice in satisfaction.

"Do you have to wear that dress to church? Do you want to change?"

Xiang Mingri frowned, his eyes falling on the white windbreaker she was wearing.

There were charred holes scattered across the hem of the garment, and sparks flickered faintly through the fabric like trapped fireflies.

Theresa lowered her head and tugged at her collar, her fingertips brushing against a burning crack. Sparks immediately leaped along her fingers, but then subtly extinguished the moment they touched her skin.

She raised her head and blinked at Mingri, a hint of cunning flashing in her golden pupils.

"Don't worry about it. I, your sister, have my own ideas."

She spun around, the hem of her windbreaker fluttering, sparks trailing tiny streaks of light. "Besides, aren't these everlasting flames cool?"

She grinned, then reached out and patted Mingri's shoulder.

"Let's go!"

Before she had even finished her words, she had already opened the door and stepped into the sunlight.

The sparks on the windbreaker seemed a little dimmer in the sunlight, but they still burned stubbornly.

Scar Man and his gang actually went to Grandpa Tidarsen to make weapons. It seems that my brother really made a deal with them.

The rest of the people with some physical disabilities also seemed to have found suitable jobs through Rebecca.

"Everyone is working so hard..." Theresa smiled unconsciously, "Then I can't be lazy either."

The sun shone on her shoulders, and Theresa squinted her eyes and looked at the sky.

Hiyori City - this city that is always favored by the sun is now bathed in the golden morning light.

"As for the church... Brother, you're talking about the easternmost part, right? Since this is where the sun shines first..."

She suddenly stopped and looked up at the sky. The morning light poured down like flowing water, coating the entire city with a warm golden edge.

The easternmost building complex sparkles in the morning sun, and the stained glass on the spires reflects brilliant light.

"Ha, so it is. The first place to greet the rising sun... you really know how to choose a location."

Theresa raised her hands to shield her eyes, and peered through her fingers at the towering building.

"We're still some distance away... Black Hand, come out and talk to me?"

The dark tentacles immediately shot out from her shoulders and rubbed her cheek affectionately.

"Oh, don't act like a spoiled child this time. I want to hear you talk. Don't worry, I'm in my safe period now."

The tentacles trembled slightly, as if thinking about something.

"I'm coming, sister."

Theresa's heart suddenly skipped a beat.

Sure enough, Black Hand was right not to speak out.

"Do you like...Hiyori Castle?"

Theresa pretended to be indifferent and continued.

"I like it... It's as warm as the paintings my sister draws." Black Hand's voice echoed softly in the depths of consciousness.

"Pfft, you're quite impressive. Could it be that you can even sense temperature from the painting?"

"Even a beautiful painting starts with lines..." Black Hand's voice suddenly became serious, "Sister...you can take your time..."

“I don’t want to listen~” Theresa suddenly covered her ears childishly and stuck out her tongue playfully. “A younger sister should just listen to her!”

She reached out and pressed the restless black hand back into her body. Before she knew it, they were almost there.

Unlike the solemn and majestic religious buildings imagined, this church perfectly blends into the warm and bright style of Hikari City.

The off-white stone walls are covered with emerald green vines, and the painted pottery decorations sparkle lively in the sun.

"The church's style is quite down-to-earth. It seems the bishop knows how to adapt to local customs."

Theresa's attention was suddenly drawn to the figure standing at the door.

He was a knight who was different from an ordinary guard, and had a bit of a paladin flavor.

A huge white sword was inserted into the ground, held tightly in both hands.

Wearing white and gold ceremonial armor, each piece of armor is engraved with fine sun patterns, emitting a sacred halo under the light.

Theresa's shoes made a crisp sound on the ground, and as she approached, the paladin's armor in front of the door suddenly made a buzzing sound of metallic friction.

Only then did she notice that the guard was fully armed, and even his eyes were just two crystals shining with a cold light, making it impossible to see the figure inside.

"Your Highness the Saint."

A dull metallic resonance sound came from the helmet, like an echo coming from deep underground.

Theresa tilted her head with interest, her fingertips gently tapping the intricate holy patterns on the other's breastplate, and the metal emitted a clear vibrating sound.

"Oh? You know me? But I've never been to church."

"The Bishop has described your image for us."

The Paladin replied without moving a muscle, a faint holy light flowing through the cracks in his armor, as if liquid gold were pulsating through it.

"That's great. It saves me from having to prove my identity."

Theresa casually tucked a strand of her white hair behind her ear and was about to step forward, but was suddenly blocked by the arm armor that appeared in front of her.

The reflection of the metal danced in her suddenly cold eyes.

"What do you mean? Does that mean that after completing her mission, the Saint can't even enter and leave her own church freely?"

The paladin's armor made a slight sound, and the light on his visor flickered.

"I have no intention of stopping you, but the Bishop is currently attending to important matters. You might as well go to the city and rest for a while."

The golden light at the seams of the armor suddenly flashed violently.

"Besides... there's an ominous aura surrounding you, making it difficult for me to make a judgment for the moment."

"So you think... I'm a dangerous person?"

Theresa suddenly spread her hands, tilted her head and smiled playfully.

The heavy armor of the Paladin cast a shadow in front of her, but she took a step forward without caring, making a crisp sound on the floor tiles.

"I'm just being safe."

The Paladin's voice remained steady, but the light between the cracks in his armor flickered unnaturally.

"After all... the church is running low. I can't guarantee that the Saint whom I've never met is actually the Saint."

Theresa chuckled softly, and gently curled a strand of drooping white hair with her fingertips.

"I understand your concerns. After all, you've never met me..."

Her tone suddenly changed, with a hint of teasing, "Then I'll just have to... prove it a little."

She slowly raised her hand, her slender index finger pointing straight at the paladin's visor.

In an instant, her golden pupils were like ignited molten gold, bursting out with breathtaking light.

"Let go."

These two simple words, however, carried with them an irresistible pressure, stirring up invisible ripples in the air.

"I'm sorry... I can't..."

The Paladin's voice suddenly became hoarse, and a strange sound like a stuck gear could be heard from inside the armor.

"I'm not talking about you." Theresa's voice suddenly rose, the light in her golden eyes almost burning through the man's visor. "It's the guardian angel behind you..."

"What?!"

As the Paladin exclaimed, all the holy patterns on his armor burst out with dazzling golden light at the same time.

The holy light that had been flowing smoothly was now like a group of frightened snakes, moving wildly on the metal surface.

A shadow made of pure light gradually took shape.