Reborn as a beautiful girl, I want to be the best in the world

As if he had not expected the nun's words, a look of confusion appeared on the father's face.

"The Chosen One will be her best teacher."

"Then how do I know who will be the Chosen One?"

The nun was silent again. This time she held the necklace of the idol on her chest and knelt on one knee.

"The year she reaches adulthood, an Oriental named Ye will come to visit you. She may look like a mortal, but you must remember that she is the Chosen One in the Oracle."

Surnamed Ye?

Zhao Manying immediately thought of Ye Qing, but it didn't make sense. All this had obviously happened, and Ye Qing was still alive in this world.

With such doubts in mind, Zhao Manying continued to listen to the blonde girl's narration of her memory.

The man's face was already wet with tears, but he didn't know whether this so-called protection would make the baby girl a hero. But he knew that this protection made him lose his beloved wife.

"Swing the sword quickly and with great force"

I started learning swordsmanship at the age of four, and my swordsmanship teacher was a former swordsman.

"Stand up straight, don't make such large and meaningless movements." He held the wooden sword and hit my waist.

But as the legendary child of destiny, my progress is as slow as a creepy crawly creature, so slow that people can't help but start to doubt me.

But they are all worried about the survival of their tribe, so I understand them very well.

The threat from Arai is imminent, and no one can stop him.

"Magic requires the use of the brain, not the mouth, damn it"

The magic teacher was much more difficult to get along with. She always swore and often questioned why she took this job. I thought, maybe I'm just too stupid.

"As long as you pray with all your heart, you will surely receive the protection of God..."

The nun did not give me individual lessons because she believed that was against God's will and that God should be fair to everyone.

The nun was very gentle. She would quietly guide me on my mistakes, even though she always said that God was fair and must never be violated.

My time magic teacher, also my divination teacher, is very special. She always looks at me calmly, no matter how good or bad my grades are.

"She is a fortune teller and has never been interested in others."

"Is that so?" I looked at her, not really understanding, but I always felt that I saw a sad expression.

Today is special, the magic teacher and sword teacher are here, they are trying to teach me how to enchant weapons, sounds cool, doesn't it?

"Why are you using these weird movements again?"

The Sword Master frowned tightly, seeming to be quite dissatisfied with my behavior.

“Haha, these actions are the key.”

The magic teacher lifted her long hair beside her ears and looked proudly at the legendary sword master. She was also a legendary wizard, but her name was unknown.

"I... I don't know what to do..." This is confusing. I can use these moves in magic class, but forget about them in sword fighting class.

But when the two subjects are mixed together...

"use!"

"Need not!"

Well…I guess that’s a difficult question.

After dinner and before bedtime, I usually chat with my friends at home, even though they just sit on the wall and listen to me.

"Count, what kind of swordsmanship should I use to satisfy both Grandpa Sword Saint and Miss Cyril?"

I discussed this with my father until late at night, and I almost missed bedtime.

But he still only let me call him Earl, and his eyes seemed to be evasive.

I sat in front of the mirror, combing my long blond hair

But my fortune-telling teacher said, you are you, you are not like anyone else.

I'm glad because I think I'm so far behind my extraordinary parents.

Lying in bed, I listened to the sound of rain outside the window

"God bless you, good night."

Until that day, I met the Chosen One.

She was sitting in front of my house, wearing a cloak and holding a book in her hands.

But at that time I didn’t know that she was the chosen one. I just wanted to study with the nun.

The colorful glass made the sunlight extraordinarily beautiful. I held the book given by the church and pretended to read it. I didn’t like this god. He looked arrogant and sometimes made the nuns less gentle.

"How was it, what did you learn in church?"

The fortune-telling teacher took me to her study place and asked

"Hmm...some unfamiliar words?" This was true. There were many words in that book that I had never seen before. They seemed to be made up.

"You may not like him, but it is necessary to maintain the most basic fear of God." She still maintained that expression, making people unpredictable.

"I know what you're thinking"

She hit me on the head with the book

"Don't let this make you tired of the gods. The gods are the source of your power."

God, God again

God, then why don’t you just destroy Arai and wipe out those exiled people completely.

So I don’t like talking to the fortune-telling teacher. She is always like this, as if she is conveying oracles, but she never makes her words clear.

I propped my chin up and casually flipped through the books on the table. Astrology and time magic were very boring. The teacher didn't give me much guidance. He just did experiments on the side.

Whenever I read a word I didn't understand, she would tell me its meaning, even if she didn't even look back. I guess it was divination magic, she knew in advance what I didn't understand.

"Teacher, if I can master the magic of space and time, can I go back to the past directly?"

“I think you will know it in your future studies.”

"But you are my teacher, this kind of question is not..."

"I can't tell you, at least not now."

She turned her head, which was rare, and looked at me with her deep black pupils. I couldn't help but shudder.

I thought she was angry, so I lowered my head and continued reading.

As if she noticed her own gaffe, she reached out and rubbed my head.

"Child, this world is just a grain of sand, but the god you believe in has the power to take us to another grain of sand. When you become its disciple, you will understand that these powers only exist for sacrifice."

The teacher used the word "it", which reminded me of the descriptions of gods in the scriptures, but no one used "it" before.

The next day, I sat under a tree and remembered what my astrology teacher had said. Curiosity made me ask

"Teacher, why is God like this..."

"God?... You shouldn't expect someone you don't know whether he is real or not to protect you. If God is really God, Arai wouldn't exist, and the Empire's expeditionary force wouldn't have perished on such a deserted island."

"But Miss Sister said!"

"Miss Nun... Well, I think you don't know her story. You may know it in the future, but you are still young now. It is up to you whether you trust the gods or not."

I think I'm beginning to understand what the fortune teller means.

"Just feel the magic flowing near you..."

"Focus"

"Focus"

“Double focus”

My magic teacher, a believer who has turned away from God, has no majesty of God in her eyes

"What are you doing"

"It's just a simple magic trick, idiot."

“This is the foundation of the foundation”

"Sometimes I doubt whether you are the child of destiny."

Am I the so-called child of destiny?

I calmed down my slight fluctuations and drew the spell with my trembling hands.

I took a deep breath and chanted the spell intermittently with trembling lips

"Witcher!!"

That should be my first time to cast a spell successfully, but what was unleashed was an incomparably dazzling holy light and huge wings.

Chapter 55 The Chosen One - Ye Zhi

"Father?" I put away my short stick and looked at the man slumped on the sofa with a half-drunk bottle in his hand. I couldn't help but doubt his identity.

"I loved her, I loved her so much, after she died, I thought about her all the time"

"She is my angel..."

"......" I lowered my head, he put down the bottle, leaned over, and gently lifted my white hair

"Ah...she is so beautiful." He leaned in closer, breathed the air between my hair, and whispered in my ear with a breath full of alcohol, "She also has such white hair, just like snow, so beautiful that it makes people forget to breathe."

"Father... Lord Earl..."

"I thought losing the opportunity to create was the most painful thing in my life, until I met her." He squeezed my shoulders tightly, gritting his teeth.

"I have never thought about the day when I will lose her. I can draw her in every period, but I cannot see the future. I cannot see myself living with her, eating together, creating together, discussing together. I cannot see anything. I feel that without her, I no longer have the so-called tomorrow." The strength of his hands became stronger.

"Count! It hurts!"

"Ah, I'm sorry." He let go of my hands, wiped my tears with his hands, and lifted my bangs.

"What beautiful blue eyes! Just like the sea water, just like...hers. You really are becoming more and more like her."

My father still didn't let me call him father, but for the first time I saw some emotion in his eyes.

The wings spread out in an instant, and my newly cut blonde hair grew to my waist again.

He stroked my cheek gently, and his eyes were suddenly filled with pain and nostalgia.

The pain comes from me, but the nostalgia is not for me

I pulled my hand away and reached out to my father.

"Father."

There was nameless anger in his eyes

He stood up tremblingly, and finally hugged me with his shaking hands

This may be the first time since I was born that I can hug my father.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, my child, Gabriel, it's because of your incompetence!!!"

"..."

My father cried bitterly and hugged me tightly. At that moment, I seemed to feel what the so-called will of God meant.

I don’t remember what happened afterwards. The feeling of suffocation made me want to survive.

I just remember him slumped on the ground like an old dog about to die.

The morning sun shines through the thin glass

The rain that had started to fall at some point has stopped. The dewdrops collect the light and fall to the ground, bringing the sunlight to the trees.

I rubbed my eyes, feeling the warmth of the sun on me, like a natural quilt.

I squatted at the door, awake all night, but couldn't remember much about last night, or maybe... I didn't want to.

Surrounded by wings, he must be heading to where God is.

"Father..."