The reincarnated devil was blessed by the goddess

"It's a pity you showed up so late. If I had met you earlier, maybe I would have been able to cheer myself up again."

Xiang Mingri picked up the teacup, drank the remaining tea in it, and slowly stood up.

He stretched out his right hand, gently touched the hair on his forehead, and gazed at the dazzling sea of ​​sunflowers in front of him with a smile on his face.

"Okay, let's not talk about this for now. My sister's studio is in the back. If you're interested, you can go in and take a look. Also, if you don't like being called 'Sunflower', I can have the people in the manor call you by your real name. But I can't guarantee that for the people in the city. You might have to explain it to them. They don't seem to know she's returned to the goddess' arms yet."

"Um……"

After listening to the story, Theresa responded.

After all, continuing to live under the name of the deceased is undoubtedly an act of extreme disrespect.

Everyone's life is unique and irreplaceable. When a person leaves this world, the memories, influence and value they leave behind should be respected and cherished by us.

As soon as Xiang Mingri finished his conversation with Theresa, a servant came to him quietly and reported a few words in a low voice.

"Understood. Leave it to me. Miss Theresa, please make your own arrangements for the rest of the matter. After all, you are a free adventurer. Just remember the way home."

He responded to Mingri, then said goodbye to Theresa and left.

Theresa waved goodbye.

Since it’s still early, why not go there and take a look while cleaning?

All the paintings I have seen were completed by her alone.

Theresa walked through the sea of ​​sunflowers and thought, if Xiang Mingri was right, the studio was hidden behind this sea of ​​flowers.

This...is this?

The scene before him felt familiar; it turned out to be the studio that had appeared in his dream.

However, the place where a young girl should have been sitting in the center, concentrating on painting, was now empty.

Countless questions came to my mind, but I couldn't find the answers.

Theresa strolled between the canvases, carefully admiring each painting.

These works all display unique styles and techniques, which are fascinating.

When she came to a painting, she suddenly stopped.

The painting depicts a sunflower field under the sun with a vague figure in the field.

For some reason, she felt that the figure was very familiar, but she just couldn't remember where she had seen it.

Upon closer inspection, she discovered that there were actually three figures in the painting, but it looked like the painting was unfinished because one figure had not been painted in.

It's like a work in progress, quietly waiting for the final touches.

Theresa couldn't help but stretch out her finger and gently touch the picture.

An inexplicable feeling of regret welled up in my heart, as if this unfinished painting itself contained some unspeakable sadness.

Where does this regret come from? Is it the artist's regret for not being able to complete the work, or is there some deeper reason?

Although the easel looks old, the painting on it still shines brightly. I wonder how long this work has been standing here.

"Buzzing..."

Theresa heard a slight buzzing sound. She stopped to observe and walked towards the direction of the sound.

Hmm? What's that sound?

Curious, she walked around the easel and to the other side of the room.

There, she was surprised to find a tiny ball of light, floating alone in the air, like a lost elf.

Theresa approached the ball of light and examined it carefully. It looked like it was made up of countless tiny points of light, which flickered and flowed constantly, creating a unique visual effect.

She reached out and tried to touch the ball of light, but when her fingers approached, the ball of light suddenly floated to the side, as if responding to her touch.

"Whoosh!"

In an instant, the ball of light penetrated her fingertips and merged into her body.

Theresa hurriedly took a few steps back and patted herself, but she felt nothing unusual, only a warmth surging in her body.

I was startled. What was going on with this ball of light? It seemed to be seeping in from behind the painting.

It was a portrait of Astra, the goddess of light.

Theresa's eyes fell on the portrait, and an inexplicable awe welled up in her heart. The golden eyes seemed to be looking back at her.

She gently stroked the frame, feeling the warmth of the wood grain, as if she could hear the goddess's heartbeat resonating subtly with her own.

The picture can be rotated.

Theresa gently turned the painting with her hands, and with a "sizzling" sound, she saw the room behind the painting.

The entire room was filled with countless golden balls of light, which were flashing with dazzling light and dazzling.

Theresa was stunned by the sight and froze in place.

Those mysterious balls of light seemed to sense Theresa's presence. As if attracted by something, they began to converge towards her at an astonishing speed.

These light balls were like a shining meteor shower, carrying endless light and energy, rushing into Theresa's body like a tide.

Stop…stop…stop!

Too many, too many! Don't come in anymore! It's full!

Theresa used all her strength and finally got the rotating picture frame back into place, cutting off the torrent of light balls.

She even wanted to summon Black Hand for help, but it couldn't come out at all.

As the canvas was put back in place, the space inside the studio seemed to become more stable.

Theresa gasped, holding onto the wall with her hands.

What is that ball of light? It doesn't look like something like arcane magic.

If... she had been a step later, her body might have been blown apart by this powerful force!

But I feel so comfortable all over.

Theresa stood up straight, holding onto the wall, and cautiously extended her left hand.

When she spread out her palms, a miracle happened again. A dazzling golden ball of light quietly emerged and hovered quietly above her palms.

The previous white ball has disappeared, replaced by this sphere emitting dazzling golden light.

Are all these changes caused by absorbing those light balls?

Theresa looked up at the painting of the goddess Astra, her eyes filled with awe and wonder.

The goddess in that painting still exudes a sacred and solemn aura, but also has a playful feel?

Just now, Theresa discovered that those mysterious balls of light seemed to be continuously generated from behind the canvas.

Who painted this picture? How was it painted? Was it you?

Miss Sunflower?