The reincarnated devil was blessed by the goddess

"Your heart... is gone?"

Akzan stared at her, and subconsciously raised his hand to press his chest.

Actually, it's pretty much the same...

"Do you mean on the physical level or the spiritual level?"

After all, who would ask such a question? But this girl with golden eyes in front of me has never been normal.

Theresa tilted her head slightly, as if she was seriously considering an insignificant arithmetic problem.

"I think they should all be included."

Her voice was very soft and disappeared in an instant.

"I can no longer be called a normal person."

His fingertips pointed vaguely at his empty chest.

“Because normal people have a heart.”

Unexpectedly, Akzan's joke came true.

He actually said that Theresa was a heartless girl who always went against him.

But now...she really poured her heart out.

From the moment she took out her heart, Theresa hid in this silent space.

No fighting, no wailing, no endless musts and shoulds.

Just wait.

Waiting for a new heart to condense and take shape from nothingness.

Even if the world outside collapses and the earth breaks apart, even if the three-headed dragon king burns the earth to ashes.

Wait till she finishes.

This is her selfishness.

It is the world's debt to her.

"Okay, you girl. So what you're saying is..."

Akzan suddenly took a step forward and poked her empty chest with his rough fingers.

"If you find it, will you crawl out of that damn shell?"

Theresa looked down at his fingers sinking into her translucent body.

“In theory, yes, but I don’t know how to do it.”

Those forces that once conflicted violently now flowed gently within her body, like tamed galaxies.

All the impurities were washed away, leaving not even the last trace of emotion.

At that moment, Theresa understood God.

Why do they always act so high and mighty and indifferent?

It is not that the gods have chosen to be detached.

But the moment you become a god, you can no longer understand the sound of your heartbeat.

"Aren't you even more pathetic now than that stupid three-headed dragon? At least it felt pain when it went mad."

"I do not want this."

Theresa's eyes still shone like molten gold, but the light was no longer warm. Instead, it was like frozen stardust, distant and alienated.

The corners of her mouth did not tremble, her eyelashes did not droop, and even her breathing rhythm was not disordered at all.

“But I really want to keep my body.”

These words fell lightly into nothingness, but were heavier than any cry.

She wasn't stating, she was begging.

It's like a child who lost his toy. He is obviously very sad, but he still has to put on a straight face and say it's okay.

"Okay... okay, let me think—"

Akzan suddenly slapped his forehead and his eyes lit up.

He rolled up his sleeves exaggeratedly and assumed a fighting stance.

"It should be enough to just make you waver, right? Ah da——!"

He swung a right hook, but braked suddenly when it was only one centimeter away from Theresa's nose.

"Hey--!"

Seeing that this trick didn't work, Akzan suddenly did a backflip and started waving his hands and feet in some moves that no one could understand.

"What are you doing."

Theresa looked at the man who had suddenly gone mad.

"I'm just... teasing you!"

Akcan finally finished that smooth operation.

If the funny movements of the hands and feet can be called smooth.

"This is a show I often perform. How is it? Pretty cool, right?"

Theresa was silent for three seconds.

"You're crazy."

"Because I think those sermons are boring and wrong to use on you."

Akzan casually brushed back his scattered hair and showed a ruffian smile.

The sunlight suddenly penetrated the empty space and gilded the tips of his hair, even though there shouldn't be sunlight here.

"I suddenly realized," he snapped his fingers, "wouldn't it be nice to just make you happy and satisfied? Happiness is also about the heart!"

She had indeed thought about this.

How nice it would be if we only had to think about our own happiness.

"I myself..." She looked down at her palm, "Although I am easily satisfied..."

Those simple joys, the splash of water when washing clothes by the river, the sweet candies bought at the market, and the wild flowers discovered by chance during adventure.

But standing at the intersection of fate at this moment, such a wish seems so extravagant.

Akzan suddenly knelt on one knee and took out a small badge from his arms like a magic trick.

"to be honest."

Theresa took the badge, her voice so soft that it was almost inaudible.

“I haven’t quite figured out what I want.”

Because she always thinks about others and considers the fate of all living beings, she forgets herself.

"Really? But I know what you want."

Akzan suddenly smiled like a child who had succeeded in a prank. He leaned forward eagerly and tapped Theresa's palm with his fingers.

"Look at what you have in your hand! This is mine. I went through so much trouble to get it."

Theresa lowered her head and looked at the cold metal object. At first glance, it looked like just an ordinary iron plate.

She subconsciously wanted to refute.

"It's just a piece of iron..."

Before she finished speaking, when she turned the badge over, her fingertips suddenly touched the lines.

She had seen the pattern before.

Just a short while ago, those knights of light slashed at her with their swords.

This is the exclusive emblem of the Knights of the Church of Light, with tiny sacred runes engraved on the edge.

"If you become a knight, you will become like them."

Akzan suddenly burst into laughter and reached out to ruffle Theresa's hair.

"What are you talking about, girl?"

He pulled out another identical badge and pinned it proudly on his chest.

"A saint needs a knight by her side, so I took the test."

His voice suddenly became very soft.

"Be your knight."

Theresa's fingertips trembled slightly, and the metal badge in her palm gradually took on her body temperature, and the raised lines burned into her skin.

"My...Knight..."

The words rolled between his lips and teeth, carrying an incredible weight.

Akzan knelt on one knee, his sword already three-quarters unsheathed, the silver light reflected from the sword illuminated his smiling eyes.

"Yes, your knight. This way I can legitimately accompany you. Although I may be bound by those damn rules, it's not bad to be able to help you."

The tip of the sword lightly touched the ground, drawing a shining arc.

"You give so much to others, and that's what you need...mutual care."