The reincarnated devil was blessed by the goddess

"Little Tracy, are you leaving?"

Oleg lay on the grass, looking at the starry sky, his eyes revealing a hint of confusion and reluctance. He gently asked Theresa beside him.

Walk? Why leave?

Theresa didn't understand why Oreg asked this, and then shook her head, with confusion flashing in her beautiful eyes, as if asking Oreg what he meant by this.

Her thoughts began to race. Was it because she attracted those terrible monsters, or was it because someone discovered her hidden secret that she was actually a unique existence?

Why did Oleg say this suddenly? Did he no longer need me, or was he blaming me for not protecting Ina?

All kinds of speculations came to her mind, making her feel uneasy.

If only I could do better.

Theresa's heart grew heavy, and tears welled up in her eyes.

Oleg did not notice the turmoil in Theresa's heart. He just looked at the starry sky silently, as if thinking about something important.

Theresa sat quietly by the side, waiting for Oleg's explanation.

As time passed, the atmosphere between the two became somewhat solemn.

Finally, Oleg broke the silence.

"Little Tracy, they all say you're a saint. You defeated the monsters and protected us. You don't belong here. They say you'll leave eventually."

ha?

Saint? When did I become a saint? Theresa was a little confused.

Could it be that because she was annoyed by the villagers being too noisy, she exploded a small ball of light and was given the so-called identity of a saint? This is too bizarre.

Is it so easy to become a saint? You can just give such a title to someone casually.

The goddess must have more important things to do, so how could she have the time to bless people everywhere!

Thinking of this, Theresa shook her head and decided to completely sever this misunderstanding.

Before I understand this world, I don't want to have anything to do with those gods for the time being. There might be some inexplicable evil gods or something like that.

But Oleg, standing by, said excitedly, "Really? I saw with my own eyes that the clouds in the sky began to glow. Even I thought it must be the goddess appearing!"

As Oleg spoke, he used his only remaining arm to dramatically illustrate the scene. "Just like that, a 'swish!' Then another 'whoosh!' Hahaha! Suddenly, a dazzling light streaked across the sky, and the villagers stood there in amazement, saying it was a miracle from the goddess, hahaha!"

Seeing Oleg so excited, Theresa was a little overwhelmed.

The light was indeed real and it did shine on her body, but she couldn't even explain the state she was in at that time. She just felt full of strength, and she didn't know if it was as Oleg said.

"Then if that's not the case, little Tracy, you can't steal. We should be honest."

After hearing this, Theresa was filled with confusion and grievance.

Who? I stole something? What did I steal?

Could it be that I was caught eating some pastries while you were away?

Theresa had no idea what was going on. Someone accused her of stealing, and when she woke up, she found herself in such an inexplicable situation.

"Little Tracy, don't play dumb. They've come to your door. It's the black-haired swordsman who found you. He said the things you took are important and he needs to take you back to investigate. He said he'll pick you up tomorrow morning and told you to pack up."

The black-haired swordsman? The one who played with fire.

Theresa's mind flashed back to the black-haired swordsman that night, how he stepped on her hand, and how she had given him a good slap!

Tsk, you didn’t come when there was something going on, what’s the point of coming now?

You're asking me to clean up? I won't clean up! What am I supposed to clean up?

You actually gave me a way out and accused me of stealing? This is simply slander!

They clearly want to capture me and perform cruel experiments on me! I absolutely cannot go with that swordsman!

Theresa was somewhat dissatisfied with the appearance of the swordsman. She felt that he did not show up when she needed help the most, and it did not seem to make much sense for him to come to her now.

If the swordsman had come earlier, with his ability, this kind of thing would not have happened in the village, Zuo Nao would not have gone on a killing spree, and there would have been no casualties.

Never mind, you can't blame others for this.

This is not a cartoon. Unless the crisis comes, someone will definitely come forward. You still have to rely on yourself.

So Theresa shook her head without hesitation, firmly stating that she had not stolen anything.

Oleg saw that Theresa didn't seem to be lying, so he decided to wait for the swordsman to arrive tomorrow.

In fact, it wasn't that he distrusted the cute and well-behaved little Tracy.

After all, how could such an innocent child steal?

That being said, why would the other party come so far for no reason and clearly point out that little Tracy stole something?

The main thing is that I don’t even know who little Tracy is or what situation she is in. What if she really has some special identity?

"Little Tracy, you must know that you don't belong here. From the moment Ina and I first met you, we've noticed a difference between you and us. How can I describe it? Well... it's an indescribable feeling... In short, it's completely different. Grandpa once told me what this difference is."

"elder brother……"

The clouds and fog dissipated, and the sun came out.

Theresa's call of "brother" instantly freed Oleg from his confusion.

That’s right, little Tracy gives people the feeling that she is full of infinite longing and expectations for the future, and always yearns for a better tomorrow.

"You're really my good sister!"

Oleg couldn't help but hold Theresa tightly in his arms.

It was so warm. He could clearly feel Theresa's warm body temperature and the faint, intoxicating fragrance.

"I really don't know if that brat will get you in the future!"

Oleg wanted to hug her tighter and enjoy the warmth, but when he noticed Theresa's sad look, he finally let go.

You’re dreaming. I won’t get married.

Theresa stood up from the ground and stretched lazily.

"go home......"

"Well! Go home."