The reincarnated devil was blessed by the goddess

The morning light shines through the gauze curtains, casting tiny spots of light on the wooden floor.

Shanbai stood by the bed, his fingertips suspended in the air, hesitating whether to let go.

Theresa curled up deep in the quilt, her white hair scattered messily on the pillow, still holding the dark, unidentified object tightly in her arms.

It was now rising and falling slightly with its owner's breathing, like some kind of living thing.

"That senior... wake up..." Shanbai lowered his voice, and his fingertips finally touched her shoulder lightly, "Eat breakfast, otherwise it will get cold."

no response.

She sighed and withdrew her hand.

The chill of the early morning had not yet dissipated, and Shanbai rubbed his arms.

She got up very early, or rather, she didn't sleep much at all.

As soon as the sky was getting light, she carefully washed all the clothes that the two of them had taken off and hung them on the rope outside the window.

Afterwards, she counted the remaining copper coins, went to the street corner to buy hot bread and a small jar of honey, and asked the guild for a pot of hot water.

When I came back, Theresa was still sleeping soundly in the same position.

So she started cleaning again.

Dust the windowsills, tidy up the scattered herb leaves, and even mop the floor.

The water in the bucket gradually became turbid, but she inexplicably felt a sense of calm.

"senior......"

She tried again, this time pushing slightly harder on Tretsia's shoulder.

"Um... Xiaotao... another five minutes..."

Theresa finally responded and buried her face deeper into the black mass in her arms.

Shanbai pursed his lips.

The sunlight gradually crept up the edge of the bed, illuminating the half of Theresa's face that was exposed.

Her eyelashes were almost transparent in the light, and her breathing was long and steady, as if she was just an ordinary sleepy girl, not the senior who manipulated fire and light and was full of mystery last night.

If you ignore the squirming black mass in her arms that seems to have life.

"The bread is getting cold..." Shanbai whispered, more like talking to himself.

"......knew."

Theresa finally opened her eyes, her golden pupils shrinking slightly in the morning light.

Then he slowly sat up, and the black ball in his arms literally went into his arms and disappeared.

"Did you clean?"

She looked around, her voice still hoarse from waking up.

"Yeah. I also bought some bread. Would you like some, Senior?"

Theresa stared at her for two seconds, then suddenly opened her mouth slightly.

The action was so natural that Shanbai didn't even feel strange.

She expertly tore off a small piece of bread, dipped it lightly in the honey jar, and then handed it to Theresa's mouth.

The white-haired girl took a bite of her hand, and honey slid down her fingertips, forming a crystal-clear thread in the morning light.

"It is too sweet."

Theresa complained vaguely, but still lowered her head obediently and took a bite of the bread from Shanbai's fingertips.

Shanbai hummed softly, his fingertips unconsciously stroking the rough surface of the bread, and was about to tear off another piece.

"No no no..."

Theresa suddenly raised her hands to cover her face and waved them wildly at Shanbai.

"Are you full?"

Shanbai tilted his head in confusion, with the honey bread in his hand hanging in the air.

"It felt so natural to me that you cooperated with me without even a hint of hesitation."

The sunlight became particularly clear at this moment.

Only then did Shanbai realize that his fingers were still in the feeding posture, and there was a little crystal honey on his fingertips.

Her movements suddenly froze. She was actually feeding her senior.

And it's done so naturally, like...

"It seems... yes..."

Shanbai's voice was so soft that it was almost inaudible. Her eyelashes trembled slightly, casting a tiny shadow on her cheek.

Maybe Theresa was just dazed from sleep, or maybe Shanbai was already used to it.

It was as if they all remembered that a long time ago, on a sunny morning, there had been a similar scene.

Theresa sat cross-legged on the edge of the bed, nibbling on a piece of bread, honey leaving a glistening trace at the corner of her lips.

Not everyone is lucky enough to feed her.

"Aren't you going to church yet? If they find out the Saint hasn't returned on time, won't they take any action?"

Shanbai's back suddenly straightened, and her hands on her legs clenched unconsciously, her knuckles turning white from the force.

"I don't know what to do."

"You mean casualties? It's normal to have some casualties when encountering a Chihuo."

Shanbai shook her head, her black hair hanging down, hiding her expression.

"I'm actually... not the real Saint of Fertility."

"I see, no one would claim to be a saint for no reason. You must have been through something."

This is not a question.

"Before I confess... Senior, can you tell me, do you really hate being the Holy Maiden of Plenty?"

Theresa glanced at the dead leaves, a self-deprecating smile playing on her lips: "It's not that I hate..."

The wind outside the window suddenly stopped.

"But someone suddenly claimed to be the Saint of Plenty... I overreacted a bit."

Theresa's voice was as soft as a sigh.

"One day in the future, someone else gets what your friend has worked so hard for. You witnessed your friend's efforts with your own eyes. The emotions are too complicated. You don't know whether to be angry or sad."

Shanbai looked at his senior's trembling eyelashes and suddenly understood something.

"Is it the identity of the Saint? Actually, my identity is fake. It was given to me verbally by the real Saint of Plenty before she left."

The wind chimes swayed gently by the window, and Theresa listened quietly.

"I'm just a taken-in person. I've been following the Saint Lady, taking care of her food, clothing, shelter, and transportation. And I have only a limited healing skill."

She spread out her palm, a faint green light flickering in it. "She also taught me that."

"So what does she... want you to do?"

"Senior, you should also be a Saint, right? Then you should know that the Church of Plenty only has candidate Saints, not real Saints."

"Ok, I know."

Shanbai's voice was filled with determination. "That day came so suddenly... We were attacked by the Fire Crazy Cultists before we even reached the church. In the chaos, she grabbed my hand and said,

"Listen, from now on we're going to split up into two groups. Remember, if... if only one person makes it out alive..."

The girl's voice is so clear in my memory, as if it were right next to my ear.

"She said that we shouldn't think of a saint as an identity, but as a spirit, a pillar. A saint can be anyone... What people need is a spirit, to let them know that there is someone leading them."

"The body may perish, but does the spirit live on? Why is it that everyone is like this..."

Theresa's fingers dug deep into her hair, and the white hair fell out from between her fingers.

"I am now carrying someone else's identity and living for someone else, but I don't know how to do it."

There was confusion in Shanbai's eyes. This sudden identity made her a little overwhelmed.

Theresa suddenly stood up, walked to Shanbai, and patted the girl's tense shoulders.

"You don't have to imitate her style and story, because you are not the same person. Use your own colors to continue your story with her."