The reincarnated devil was blessed by the goddess

The midday sun poured in generously, gilding the rough wooden dining table.

Steam from the stewed meat in the ceramic bowl rose up and turned into swirling silver threads in the light column, each strand was wrapped in the rich aroma of wild onions and mountain mushrooms.

"Come eat more, little Tracy. You look so thin."

The old man's rough knuckles gripped the oak chopsticks, picking up the trembling pork trotter meat with precision.

The dark brown pieces of meat dripped with amber gravy, splashing tiny oil stars as they landed in Theresa's bowl, where the rice had already been piled into a small mountain with various dishes.

Every time Theresa swallowed a mouthful, a smile would appear at the corner of her grandfather's eyes.

"Are you here on a mission this time? What exactly is it? Is it dangerous?"

The meat drying rack outside the window suddenly creaked in the wind, and a loose wooden board repeatedly knocked against the eaves, like some kind of uneasy countdown.

Theresa scooped up a spoonful of chestnut rice soaked in gravy and chewed it slowly, as if savoring something that was about to disappear.

"That incident hasn't been resolved yet. I was just asked to go home and record the ecological conditions nearby."

She licked the last grain of rice from her lips with satisfaction, and tasted the burnt aroma of fried wild onions on her tongue.

This unsightly action now carried a cat-like laziness.

"Oh...about that. I think we're almost back on track."

As Oleg spoke, he kept staring at the steam rising from the pancake, which was a hurdle in his heart that he could not get over.

"Apart from the hassle of going down the mountain each time and growing crops, the ecological environment doesn't seem to have changed much."

Theresa naturally knew all these things. The church had always done a good job of concealing this, but they had never considered the future of the little people.

"So I came back with one more thing to think about... should we move somewhere else for development?"

Theresa suddenly put down her bowl and chopsticks, and the grandfather and grandson looked up at the same time, staring at each other's golden pupils quietly in the light dust.

Yes, she had thought about it.

She planned to move from this small village on the hill to live near her other home.

"I believe that the sun of Hiyori City can also shine on us."

Theresa put the last piece of pickled radish into her grandfather's bowl.

"Even though I know you're reluctant...but we have to move on, right?"

Oleg suddenly stood up to clear the dishes, his one-armed movements so fast that they made a rustling sound.

"We haven't quite gotten out yet..."

Grandpa Augustus rubbed his thumb along the edge of the wooden table.

"I see......"

"grandfather......"

Oleg turned around, dishwater dripping from his fingertips and forming small puddles on the floor.

Theresa suddenly held down her grandfather's trembling wrist.

A faint golden light leaped from her palm, and those threads of light penetrated into the old man's blue-black blood vessels, like a spring stream seeping into frozen soil.

When Augustus looked up again, the bloodshot in his eyes had mostly faded away.

"Then let's go and see. Little Tracy will take us to see...the sun of Hiyori Castle."

......

Theresa stretched out on the grass, the tips of the grass scratching her ears, and the moisture from the earth seeping through her clothes into her skin.

She opened her five fingers towards the sky, and the blue that leaked through her fingers looked like the purest paint.

"Ah...everything is arranged now. I feel so good."

Clouds drifted slowly past her fingertips, and the wind smelled of freshly turned earth.

"How strange! I just experienced something like that yesterday..."

She blinked at the sky, her eyelashes brushing against the petals that fell on the tip of her nose.

“It seems like things are back to normal now.”

She suddenly turned sideways, her right hand unconsciously grabbing the grass roots.

The feeling of mud embedding in the cracks of fingernails is so real, so real that it makes people feel uneasy.

Amid the sound of rustling grass, she turned to the granite tombstone beside her.

“Maybe Sister Ina is by my side, right?”

The flowers planted in front of the tombstone are in full bloom, sparkling in the sunlight.

Theresa suddenly jumped up from the grass, and the grass scraps from her dress flew like golden dust in the sunlight.

She began to spin, as clumsily as a fawn trying to stand for the first time.

The details of the clothes designed by Ina began to wake up in the grand sunshine.

"Can this be considered a dance?"

She chuckled at the tombstone and almost tripped over a grass pit while spinning.

"I guess everyone will laugh at me if they see me, after all, I can't do it at all."

The sunlight suddenly became violent, and the shadow cast by the granite was like a cold blade, precisely splitting her face.

The right half of his face was immersed in the blazing white light, his eyelashes dyed transparent, and the left half of his face was sunken in the shadow of the bluestone, even his pupils were dark and bottomless.

"Don't worry! I'll get my life back on track--!"

The heels of his boots sank deep into the dirt as he landed, waking up the lizard that was napping on the tombstone.

The guy who always liked to steal the offerings ran into the flowers in panic and knocked over the ring.

Theresa squatted down in anger, carefully adjusted the ring, and suddenly rested her forehead on the cold stone tablet.

"Sister Ina, just keep an eye on us!"

When she stood up, her face was once again filled with a smile as bright as the sun, but her left hand, which was pressed on the tombstone, was reluctant to let go.

Finally, a sunflower that never faded condensed in his hand and placed it next to the ring.

"I'm going to do something big and return to where my dream began!"

A dark forest at night with heavy rain, a mysterious thunder beast, and the so-called God-forsaken land.

Now that she has reached the same level, she has the ability to step into these unknown areas.

"It seems like someone doesn't want you to come out, so I'll let you all out."

Where it all begins is also where it all ends.

In this land where the coordinates were once erased by the gods themselves, our little painter is finally about to tear off the seal and start a new painting.