The reincarnated devil was blessed by the goddess

After training for an entire afternoon, Shanbai dragged his tired body back to the room, his muscles aching slightly.

The warm water washed over my skin, and the steaming mist blurred the mirror.

Shanbai lowered his head, and his nerves, which had been tense all day, finally relaxed slowly.

"Um......"

She sighed contentedly, her fingertips gently massaging her aching shoulders.

“Sometimes, a good thing is just to take a bath after a busy day.”

I changed into the pajamas which were a little small but smelled sweet.

Shanbai sank lazily into the armchair, his eyes unconsciously drifting to the cake on the table.

The candlelight cast a swaying shadow on the cream, just like her wandering thoughts at the moment.

"If I hadn't agreed to the request..."

This thought suddenly popped into his mind, and Shanbai subconsciously clutched the hem of his pajamas.

What would life be like as an ordinary person?

She shook her head, a wry smile playing on her lips. This assumption made no sense.

From the moment the Saint of Fertility left in a different direction, she was destined to take this path.

She'd witnessed so much over the years.

If she rejected that look, she would regret it for the rest of her life.

Because once you have seen some light, you can no longer tolerate the darkness.

"Um......?"

Shanbai's hand that was wiping his hair suddenly stopped, and water droplets dripped from the ends of his hair onto the windowsill.

She narrowed her eyes slightly and saw the figure of Theresa-senpai.

What surprised her was that there was a strange man following her senior.

The hem of the black windbreaker rustled in the evening breeze, forming a sharp contrast with the white windbreaker of the predecessor.

"Is it a knight?"

As a saint, it is normal for you to be accompanied by knights.

But this man neither wore a knight's badge nor behaved in a respectful manner.

On the contrary, he was casually putting his arm on the senior's shoulder and seemed to be saying some witty remarks, which made the senior raise his hand to hit him.

"Could it be...Father?"

Shanbai took another peek through the gap in the curtains.

The man in black was laughing and ruffling his senior's hair, his movements seeming overly familiar.

But their hair colors are different. Maybe the senior’s mother is more powerful.

When they stepped into the guild together, cheers suddenly broke out from downstairs, mixed with the crisp sound of wine glasses clinking.

Shanbai glanced at the cake on the table.

No, no, if he is really the father, he would be very sad to see his daughter being so lazy.

She hurriedly stuffed the cake left for her senior into the bottom layer of the closet.

Taking advantage of the fact that there were many people downstairs, he quietly took some books, quickly spread them out in his room, dipped his feather pen in ink and placed them in the most conspicuous place.

Shanbai took two steps back to examine the fake learning scene he had created for his senior, then rushed back to pour half a cup of cold coffee into the cup.

Just as she breathed a sigh of relief, she heard footsteps approaching in the corridor.

"So soon? You're here to check on Senior."

Shanbai rushed into the bathroom and put his ear to the door.

"Well, why don't you thank me? If I hadn't remembered to renew your room fee every month, all these things of yours would have been bought by someone with bad intentions long ago."

"Then to express my gratitude, I won't return the money."

The click of the key in the lock was particularly crisp in the corridor.

The moment the door opened, they both froze at the door.

The snacks that were prepared for dinner disappeared, and were replaced by books spread out on the table.

"Did we go to the wrong room?" Akzan took a step back and carefully checked the house number.

"I suppose so. This isn't my style. It seems the occupant of this room is a very hard-working student."

"......Um?"

Shanbai pricked up his ears and heard the footsteps outside the door begin to wander left and right.

Why did you leave so soon, Senior? Did you have some urgent matters to deal with?

She tiptoed to open the bathroom door, and just as she was reaching out to tidy up the corner of her clothes that she had messed up.

"Impossible!" Akzhan's loud voice suddenly exploded outside the door. "I picked your room myself, how could I have remembered it wrong?"

"boom!"

The door was pushed open suddenly, and the heavy oak door panel hit Shanbai who was hiding behind the door directly.

In a panic, Shanbai grabbed the giant trash can by the door, which she had converted from a wooden barrel that morning.

"Clang-!"

The wooden barrel fell to the ground with a loud bang, covering Shanbai's entire upper body.

"I rely on!"

Akzan leaped away with one step, his right hand already on the hilt of the sword.

"Did you kill someone? This room is so deliberately decorated, are you faking a crime scene?"

Theresa calmly pushed him away, squatted down and poked the still struggling barrel.

"I killed someone? How come I didn't know about this?"

She suddenly gave it a strong push.

"Wow!"

Shanbai popped his head out of the trash can with a pile of scraps of paper and a lot of dessert wrappers on his head.

"Bozi,"

Theresa suppressed a smile and reached out to remove the wrapping paper from her hair.

"Are you...dressing up as the Trash Pail Elf?"

"sure!"

Akzhan pulled Shanbai out of the trash can and looked her up and down as if he had discovered a new continent.

"Now that you've become successful, you're even supporting a little sister? You're quite adventurous, and you like to play role-playing games."

He nudges Theresa with his elbow mischievously, "You have a bright future!"

"You, you must be the senior's father, right?"

Shanbai frantically brushed off the paper scraps on his body, his face flushed red. "I'm not being kept! I'm your official student!"

She suddenly straightened her back and assumed the most standard chivalrous posture.

"Senior...she's incredibly diligent! She often studies classics late into the night, sometimes not resting until dawn. So, in the morning, she always waits until the sun shines through her blankets before waking up..."

"cough......"

Akzan suddenly started coughing violently, and his whole face turned red.

The real scene of Theresa secretly eating snacks in the middle of the night and staying in bed until noon appeared in his mind, and his shoulders shook uncontrollably.

Theresa's face darkened at a speed visible to the naked eye. She took a step forward and covered Shanbai's mouth with her hand.

"Thank you so much for your kind words, Baizi." She bit her back teeth and squeezed out the words, "But next time, you can not add so many details..."

After releasing her hand, Theresa rubbed her temple helplessly.

"Also, this old, slovenly-looking guy is not my father. Although he looks old, he is very old."

"Hey!" Akzan protested.

"Who looks more like his daughter?"

Theresa suddenly smiled wickedly and pulled a lock of Shanbai's black hair, comparing it side by side with Akzhan's black hair. "Look at this hair color, it's obvious that you are more suitable, right?"

"Divorced and raising two kids is such a huge blow."

Akzan staggered back, clutching his chest, and collapsed dramatically into a chair.

"My fragile heart cannot bear such a cruel fact!"

"I'm sorry, senior..."

"It's okay. What you just said shows that you are indeed a good and caring child."

"No."

Shanbai lowered his voice and pointed stealthily at Akzhan who was still pretending to be dead.

"I'm apologizing because... mistaking a man like this for your father is an insult to your family!"

"Hey! I can hear you, okay?"

Akzan suddenly jumped up from his chair and was hit in the face by a pillow thrown by Theresa.

"Yes, you have a good eye for people." Theresa grabbed Akzhan's arm.

"Hey, hey, hey?"

Akzan was dragged and thrown to the door.