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

She flew away from the town with the huge furnace. Then she turned around for an unknown number of degrees and began her journey.

She ran with a smile, or flapped her thin green wings, raising colorful dust.

She picked an unopened bud from the branch and put it next to her ear.

"I love you, pink, tender and fragile little flowers~" she said, and "threw" herself out excitedly, and immediately forgot the pink color stuck in the mud.

She was so happy that she didn't control her pace.

She fell to the ground, and after a while, she looked up with a puzzled look.

......She turned her gaze to the vibrant green below her. Her eyes were filled with greed.

"This is the first time I get to taste what I'm supposed to taste... I'm so happy!" She chewed the prickly weeds with her sharp teeth.

She couldn't help but wonder what the Joy Demon's original diet was like.

She smiled happily and painted red or purple berries on her black fingers and toes.

My heart was filled with a strange sense of satisfaction.

After all, she is a fairy.

A fairy who was resurrected in an unnatural way and represents nature.

She still travels happily.

She saw creatures walking upright in the jungle, creatures she once was. Humans.

She heard the noise, saw the red color, and saw the fawn fall down after neighing.

It's so bloody and exciting, she thought.

She squatted on a high branch and then flipped down lightly.

"Where should I go to find the cold, stagnant me?" She muttered to herself as she wandered through the woods.

Happy Fairy was smiling freely and happily on the day she set out on her journey

The night was cold. She knew it.

She recalled the man's peaceful posture and the shop door that she had deliberately opened a little.

Then... who was it? The name in my memory is vague.

The Joy Demon stretched and shook its wings that were covered in mud.

Then it was time to embark on another happy journey! She clasped her fingertips together and flew happily.

She kept company with the tits in the woods and happily dashed into the bushes.

"Cake, cake, sweet cake~" She sang absentmindedly, sensing their bond.

She sang the song where they were holding hands.

"Are you here? Lake?" She nimbly climbed onto the branch and looked at the fox who was looking at her.

"Or do you love yourself, Lake?" She spun with all her might, dancing in the silent woods, accompanied, of course, by the occasional cries.

"I should imitate your graceful ballet? But I can't imitate your smile and frown... As you said, I can only smile foolishly, Bai Hu~" She felt cold, but she grinned instead. She smiled happily.

She casually pushed aside a bush and looked at the snow rabbit that had been torn to pieces.

Ah, it's so dirty, if it were me, I would never be so indecent. She curled her lips and thought so.

"Lake... I want to see you, or rather, I want to find you..." The Joyful Fairy was suspended in the air, leaning against the tree. She kept repeating this prayer.

"Really... don't you want to come out and play with me? Don't... it's boring like this."

She rushed out of the jungle and found a carriage running across the wilderness.

"But it doesn't matter, I found you~" She sat on the roof of someone else's carriage and leaned back——

She laughed happily, and she fell quickly...

Before her body fell to the ground with a dull thud, the Joy Demon disappeared.

Just like, Phantom...

"What a twisted guy..."

Huangfu Wenning flipped through the diary and couldn't help but sigh like this.

But the moment she wanted to turn the page again, the finger that was about to turn the page stopped.

"Wait, what was written inside just now, is there something..."

Chapter 22 To Delaris

Just as Huangfu Wenning continued to flip through the diary, a letter slipped off from the pages.

Based on the principle of not missing any clues, Huangfu Wenning opened the letter.

But what she didn't know was that this letter would become the most important factor in Delaris's loyalty to Ye Qing in the future.

Dear Delarice:

When I started writing this letter, I didn't know how to start. It was strange because I obviously had a lot to say.

There are some things I dare not tell you directly, so I can only write them down.

If you see a letter being written, it means you are free, but it also means I am dead.

Only when I was about to die did I finally have the courage to write it down and tell you.

I'm not her, I'm not your sister.

I am not the person from several epochs ago, and I also hope that you can stop having this fantasy.

You know, after I wrote this sentence, I felt surprisingly calm inside. The thing that had been weighing on my mind for a long time, I finally, finally let it go.

I waited for these words for decades, but I said them when I was dying.

Or am I too timid and cowardly, I am greedy and shameless, I want things that do not belong to me, I am addicted to this beautiful dream, I don't want to wake up, I really, really can't bear to let go.

But this is wrong. It has always been wrong.

My childhood memories now resemble wet mud, falling raindrops, and hungry stomachs.

There are three children in my family, but that's just the number who survived. My father was an alcoholic, and my mother seemed to be always pale and hunchbacked. Every year she would leave us a little brother or sister, or a baby who was bleeding and had lost his breath. Then one day, my mother had a heavy hemorrhage during childbirth. I remember the wet blood spreading from the bedside to the ground. She didn't look at anyone for the last time, but just looked at the sky, and then closed her eyes.

She smiled before she died.

When he died, my father was so poor that he couldn't even afford a thin coffin. He cut the cloth, wrapped the body, and buried it in the backyard of his home.

When I was a child, I played by climbing up high graves and then rolling down.

Then, with new nobles, we got new lords.

I heard that the benevolent nobles confiscated our land and put up fences to grow grass and sheep. My father, who lost his land, also lost his last property. In order to survive and fill his stomach, he began selling his own children.

I was in poor health when I was young, and I was always coughing and sick. But sometimes I am grateful for this body, because due to my poor health, I was not chosen by the buyer. Until one day, I heard that a magician came, but he was a necromancer.

What he wanted to buy was a fresh human corpse.

He said he wanted 30 coppers for a fresh corpse.

That day, my father came towards me with a hoe in his hand. I still remember that his scarlet eyes were as ferocious as a beast. He wanted to kill me and get the 30 copper coins.

I pushed him, and that man, my father hit his head on the edge of the table, and he died.

Then, as you can guess, I went and sold his body.

Here's an interesting story. You know, the magician who bought the corpses asked me if I needed help. I said no, and he gave me a badge and told me to tell him if I needed help.

I took the 30 copper coins and left home overnight.

I don't want to describe in detail how I came to the Holy City. Thanks to my luck, I didn't encounter any wild beasts. When I arrived in the Holy City, I met a person who changed my destiny.

In fact, I changed my destiny through deception.

I pawned my badge that day and got a few silver coins, but they were soon robbed and I was beaten and bleeding. In fact, I thought I was going to die at that time, but then I met a man who was about my age.

This man is a devil, he is a devil with a black heart.

I said save me. If I had known what would happen later, I would never have said this, but I said it and kept praying that I would do anything as long as you save me.

The devil said: Okay, I hope you will keep your promise.

I lay on a soft bed for the first time, ate a hot meal for the first time, and had my wounds bandaged. I initially thought I had met a good person, but he later said, you can give me anything you say, and you will be mine.

He gave me the materials and asked me to memorize them. He asked me to forget my original name. He said that I would be Avril, the younger sister of DeLarisee from now on.

And it's not just me, but many children of the same age. They have the same amber eyes and black hair, and if you look closely, their facial features are actually somewhat similar.

I still shudder when I think about it now. This plot started a long time ago. This devil called... no, his name is not Alan, this is his pseudonym, he has been plotting against you a long time ago.

In the end, and knowing what happened, I won, and I became your sister - Avril.

Do you remember the time you found your long-lost sister?

The bakery's daughter holding bread was frightened by a frightened horse. After you appeared, you pulled her away and saved her life. Then you saw the birthmark on your sister's wrist.

The so-called coincidence is nothing but the result of careful design.

When I was twelve, there was an accident with a monster attack, and you have been sad ever since and thought it was your fault.

You always thought that I was retaliated against because you killed too many monsters, but that's not the case. This is by design.

I had to go to St. Mary's Nursing Home anyway, and this attack has achieved its purpose by gaining your concern and guilt.

Delaris, this was all calculated and a scam from the moment we met.

I'm a damn liar.

I once disclosed your information to the demon hunters. I also secretly sorted out your trial materials. I am the traitor in their eyes. I am...

I'm an asshole, Delarice.

I grew up in dirty mud, and you actually want to take me out of the mud, Delaris. This is impossible. The mud has soaked into my bones and blood. I am dirty all over. I feel disgusting even when I touch you.

I always have a dream. I dream that I am walking in mud and water, surrounded by countless black shadows. I can never reach the end. I walk and walk, but never reach the end.

I also dreamed that there were eyeless monsters crawling in the mud and water. They were getting closer and closer and were about to catch me. Then the monsters turned into Alan wearing a mask and asked him where were you going?

I can't go anywhere. I know that if I tell anyone, you will hate me. I will definitely return the things I stole.

I knelt before God and prayed countless times, hoping that God would forgive me and my mistakes, but how could this be justified? There is no such thing as an easy way to forgive wrongdoings.

Just like what the devil said, once you do the first thing, there is no turning back.

I am such a cowardly and greedy person. I want happiness now and stability in the future, but how can it be possible? This is something I stole! It was given to me by the owner because he didn't find it for the time being. I can take it back at any time.

De La Lis, every time you say I am your sister, it burns inside of me, reminding me that this is for your sister, not me.

You protected me, you talked about the future, you filled all the warmth I lacked, and you said I could be like an ordinary girl.

Do you remember when I went to St. Mary's? You said to me at the door, I will definitely take you home.

I always thought I could survive in the dirty mud, but then I saw the light, I saw you.

Delaris, don't give me hope. I can't reach the light, and I will suffer because of hope.

So, I hate you, I hate you especially.

Chapter 23 I Love You, I Hate You

Of course I hate that devil more. He looks down on me and treats me as a tool and a chess piece to take revenge on you. But I, as a chess piece, can also overturn the chessboard.

He said to me one day, I have a plan.

Zhi left

Zhi is the magician who has always helped me. She is one of the few people who is very kind to me. When the devil said the name Sister Zhi, I knew that Sister Zhi might be dead.

He asked me to tell you that Sister Zhi hasn't been here for a long time, and I asked why.

He told me everything, and because I had behaved so submissively in front of him, he said that if Delaris died this time, he would let me leave St. Mary's Sanatorium.

I always thought that if I had told you everything the first time, maybe the outcome would have been different.

It was never mine in the first place, I don't want it anymore, and let me tell you, I am not your sister, this man has been plotting against you, and then he was killed.

Perhaps I shouldn't have asked for help in that alley that night more than ten years ago, and I was beaten to death by those men.