The reincarnated devil was blessed by the goddess

"Ahhhh——!"

A startled scream shattered the morning silence. Clover suddenly shot up from the bed, her chest heaving violently.

The pajamas on the back were completely soaked with cold sweat, sticking sticky to the skin, and the loose hair on the forehead was wet and stuck to the cheeks.

She gasped for breath like a stranded fish.

The feeling of weightlessness and falling in the dream still lingered in her body, causing her limbs to tremble slightly.

"It was a dream...just a dream..."

Clover muttered to herself, her voice still filled with lingering fear.

She pinched her arm hard, and the clear pain finally made her confirm that she was indeed awake.

Looking around, I saw the familiar pale white curtains and notes scattered on the desk.

A safe and familiar room.

That nightmare was all too real.

The warm sunshine shone on her face. She was about to sigh that the weather was so nice today, but suddenly her feet felt empty and she fell into the bottomless abyss.

Clover breathed a sigh of relief, her tense shoulders finally relaxing.

She raised her hand to wipe the cold sweat from her forehead, and then she noticed that the sunlight was slanting in through the gap in the curtains, casting a golden band of light on the wooden floor.

"Oh no!" She jumped out of bed and stepped barefoot on the floor. "It's already this late!"

The image of Theresa lying on the ground hungry immediately appeared in my mind. That child never knew how to take care of herself.

Clover hurriedly pulled off her pajamas, grabbed a random coat and put it on, buttoning it up as she rushed out the door.

However, when she rushed out of the room, the scene before her froze her in an instant.

Theresa was already dressed and was coming down the stairs carrying two plates.

The morning light shone through the window onto her white hair, as if it were coated with a layer of soft light.

"Are you up? Let's eat."

Clover opened her mouth and froze in place with a strange expression.

In her lifetime, she could actually sit and wait for her meal.

Theresa tidied up the messy desk. The fried egg was golden and crispy, the toast was toasted to perfection, and there was a cup of steaming milk next to it.

The scene was so abnormal that Clover's first reaction was to reach out and touch Theresa's forehead.

"I don't have a fever..."

Theresa gently slapped her hand away, a helpless smile flashing in her eyes.

"Let me take care of you once in a while, okay?"

Clover stared at Theresa blankly, even forgetting the fact that the child never laughed and was mute.

It wasn't until the cold water hit her face that Clover shuddered violently.

"and many more......"

Did she smile just now...

"No! Child!"

Clover rushed out of the bathroom so quickly that she had to hold onto the doorframe to steady herself.

The morning breeze lifted the curtains, and the sunlight sprinkled on Theresa's shoulders like pieces of gold as she gracefully spread honey on the bread.

"Did you just say a lot? And—"

The warm honey bread suddenly touched my lips, and the sweet fragrance hit me in the face.

Theresa dipped her fingertips in the glistening honey and stuffed the bread into her mouth the moment she opened it.

Clover took a bite unexpectedly, and the sticky honey immediately melted on the tip of her tongue, so sweet that she squinted her eyes.

"Mmmmm... so sweet!"

An inarticulate protest escaped his overstuffed mouth, honey dripping from the corners.

Clover was in a hurry to wipe it off, but Theresa gently held her wrist.

The girl had come around to her side at some point and put her arm around hers.

The hair, warm from the sun, brushed against Clover's neck. Theresa rested her chin on her shoulder, and this action froze Clover's whole body.

The sweet taste of honey spread in her mouth, and Clover felt the weight on her shoulders that was so real it made her heart tremble.

Theresa's breath gently brushed against her earlobe, carrying the aroma of bread and a faint hint of floral scent.

The curtains were blown up by the wind, just like the violently beating heart of the four-leaf clover.

"You...is there someone outside?!"

Clover suddenly turned over and, with her petite but agile body, threw Theresa onto the soft bed.

Her knees were against the edge of the bed, her hands firmly grasping Theresa's shoulders, her long hair hanging in disarray, the ends of her hair brushing Theresa's cheeks.

The sunlight shone through the gauze curtains, casting tiny spots of light on Theresa's face. Only then did Clover realize that her pupils seemed brighter than before.

A feeling of light in the eyes.

"Why...why can I suddenly speak and laugh?"

Her nails dug unconsciously into the fabric of Theresa's pajamas.

The bed sheet crumpled beneath them.

Clover suddenly realized her own gaffe, but the inexplicable anger only grew stronger.

It was obviously a good thing that Theresa could recover, but she felt like a bottle of seasoning had been overturned in her heart, with mixed feelings.

"How can such a good thing happen in this world..."

She bit her lower lip and her voice was so low that it was almost inaudible.

"Did you... secretly seek treatment from someone else?"

When he spoke the last few words, his voice suddenly rose.

Theresa lay quietly, her white hair spread out on the pillow like a pool of flowing sunlight.

She tilted her head slightly and looked at Clover with gentle eyes.

"Why don't you let me treat it?"

Clover's voice suddenly softened, trembling with grievance.

"I know I'm not capable enough right now... but one day... one day I'll be able to heal you..."

In her panic, Clover touched the corner of Theresa's lips, which were slightly raised.

She felt inexplicably unhappy.

"You're such a naive kid, you don't understand anything. What if the side effects make you worse?!"

Clover's fingers pinched Theresa's soft cheeks, pulling them up and down like kneading dough.

"dare you laugh!"

"When you're angry... you're so cute."

Theresa gave an almost foolish smile.

This expression sent an inexplicable shudder down Clover's spine.

She recognized this smile. It was the same smile that the uncles gave her when they asked her to buy things.

"You...you must have been poisoned!"

She jerked her hand away and tried to get up in a panic.

"I'll go get the medicine. I told you before, leave illnesses like this to me."

The fingertips were suddenly wrapped in warmth.

Theresa's hand had caught up with hers at some point, and the strength of their fingers intertwined was just right, neither allowing her to break free nor causing her any pain.

Clover stumbled, and as the world spun around, the two of them had switched positions.

His back sank into the soft mattress, and Theresa's white hair fell down, weaving a flowing light curtain between the two of them.

"Don't go... Let me take a good look at you."

Theresa's nose brushed against her cheek.

"It's so nice to see you again...at a time when I'm trying to do big things."

Theresa's forehead rested lightly against hers, their eyelashes almost intertwined.

"Like...a warrior's last embrace with his beloved before going off to battle."

"puff--!"

The sound of spraying was heard.

"Ahhhh! My eyes!"

Theresa covered her eyes and rolled around on the bed. The most direct way is often the most effective.

"Listen...whoever you are, get off this kid!"

Clover had already kept some distance, and she was now certain that Theresa was possessed by something.