[Comprehensive] I have become a goddess or a goddess again

From that day on, Ito Misa never saw Ito Chiwa again, even though the two were in the same manor, they never met again.

[Xiaoqi, Qianhe's younger brother is so pitiful, he is being brutally tortured by the Patriarch. 】

"Oh, yes, it's so pitiful."

[Xiaoqi, don't you plan to save him? 】

"How to save him? After saving him, I will be tortured inhumanely? Or we will be tortured inhumanely together?"

【…】

"Baby, I can't beat that old undead monster for the time being, and I can't save it."

However, this is only temporary...

【Oh, why didn't that old pervert punish you and punish Qianhe brother instead. 】

"Because Jiu Lanshu is coming soon, and he has no better chess pieces than me."

【Could it be...Xiao Qi, are you going to be his pawn for the time being? 】

"No, I never thought about it that way."

Ito Misa's wish can be integrated into two words - freedom and self.

In this case, how could it be possible to be someone else's pawn?Otherwise, you will not be free, even temporarily.

Every night, Ito Misa would go to that deserted rose garden to stay for a while, to calm down the growing anxiety in her heart—her sister, Junko, might...be dead.

Even the only bit of warmth and hope is gone, and she has nothing to remember about this family.His new brother will become exactly like his father in the future... Forced to grow up in this way, every step is made of hatred until it becomes numb.

It may be a kind of luck for her to be arranged by the family to follow Jiu Lanshu.

At least... luckier than elder sister.

Lucky...?

Although this is indeed the case, but the unwillingness in the heart, along with the uneasiness, accumulates layer upon layer, forming a fortress that is so high that people look up to it.

She really wants to be free, but she deeply understands that this is just a delusion.

Walking to the edge of the manor, Misa Ito stopped in the fence.

"Baby~ I originally wanted you to do me a favor, but it seems that I don't need it now."

【why? 】

"look."

At the gap in the fence, the two forked roads merged into one.

Although she knew that this was not quite right, Misa Ito embarked on the path full of thorns.

The sharp thorns cut through the feet, blood rushed out from them, and the wounds healed immediately.This process is repeated continuously.

The gushing blood was greedily absorbed by the thorns, and the blood-stained thorns turned crimson, and the blood flowed in the roots.

Without stopping, Misa Ito continued to walk forward.

Then go forward, what will you encounter?

It could be dangerous, or it could be a paradise.

But, whatever, novel and unknown things are very attractive to Ito Misa.

Her life has been planned since she was born, every step is predetermined, and she has known the content for a long time, and her life is peaceful without any waves.

Rescuing Ito Chiwa in the snow was an unexpected event, and it was also an accident, something that was not mentioned in the plan at all.As she expected, this younger brother did bring her a lot of unexpected fun, it was very fresh, and she liked it very much.

Moreover, her behavior also disrupted what she called her father's Patriarch training plan, forcing him to rearrange everything, which also made her feel extremely excited.Although she still didn't change anything in the end, she was satisfied in the end.

This is why she has such a high tolerance for Ito Chiwa.

But today, she had a hunch that this time she would have more fun than last time.

Whether it's dangerous or something else, she wants to try.

It was the first time that the cold body felt a hot feeling in the chest. It didn't refer to the temperature, but the powerful beating of the heart. The blood quickly slid through every blood vessel in the body, and every pore was about to explode... ...that feeling.

Backward is a prison, forward is freedom.

The thorns retreated to both sides automatically, and the dense branches also made way for her to move forward.

Something came into focus—her rose garden.

This is what the rose garden looked like before it was abandoned. There was a small fountain next to the pavilion. The water in the fountain was sprinkled on the statue standing in the center. The cobblestone path was polished more brightly by people's footsteps, and every rose bloomed to its heart's content.

In the garden, the tails of fireflies glowed faintly, bobbing up and down in the air.

Stretching out her hand, a firefly landed in her palm, which was itchy but very comfortable.

There was someone standing in the center of the pavilion with long white hair that blended with the color of the kimono, and the floating light made her back blurred.

Sensing Ito Misa's arrival, the man turned around and looked in Ito Misa's direction.

"You're here," she said.

This is...the existence closest to pure blood in the family - the prophet.

She didn't have a name, or she did, but was forgotten because she existed for too long.Has been staying in the Ito family as a prophet, possessing the ability to spy on the future and mysterious power.

Misa Ito stood up straight, with a dark red light flashing in her eyes, and said, "Prophet, why did you lead me here?"

The prophet smiled, and her pure white hair trembled. She said, "It was your heart that drew you here, not me."

Walking out of the pavilion, the prophet stood in front of Ito Misa.

Restraining the desire to retreat, Ito Misa said coldly: "What is your purpose?"

That person ignored Ito Misa's question, and didn't care about her repulsive attitude at all. He was about to caress Ito Misa's cheek with his right hand.

Frowning, Ito Misa turned her head sideways, and stretched out her hand to stop the prophet's unauthorized hand.

The prophet said indifferently: "You will not reject me."

Misa Ito put her hand down unconsciously, and when she came back to her senses, the cold and slender fingers of the prophet had already caressed her cheek.

A look of astonishment flashed in the lake-green eyes—she couldn't control her movements just now.

She saw the white-haired prophet in front of her smile, and her gentle voice surrounded her ears: "Compared with prophecy, I prefer to call this ability—the spirit of speech."

"Sorry, you can't move at the moment, please don't panic."

As soon as the prophet's voice fell, Ito Misa lost the strength to support her body and fell forward.

The soothsayer caught her and held her in his arms.She put Misa Ito's head gently on her lap, stroking her golden hair with her hands again and again.

The surrounding scene instantly changed into a luxurious palace. The prophet was sitting in the center of the hall with Ito Misa in his arms. There were only the two of them in the huge palace.

Lying in the arms of the prophet, Ito Misa couldn't move, but her mood was surprisingly calm.Maybe it's because of the phrase 'please don't panic'.

This is... the power of words.

She looked at the prophet above and asked, "What do you want to do?"

The prophet smiled softly and replied, "I just want to tell you a story."

She said that when she was very young, it should be thousands of years ago, she discovered that what she said, as long as her heart was firm enough at that time, it would become reality.

This is a terrible ability, enough to make the whole family fearful, so she disguised herself as a prophet, leaving behind a word spirit that no one will ever discover her true ability.

Everything she said will come true, without exception, as a prophet, her status in the family is getting higher and higher, and her reputation as a prophet is getting louder and louder, but her real name is gradually being forgotten by people. I know she is a prophet.

She traveled and wandered in different families.There are vampire families and there are human families.

Life has become lifeless in the long years, and life has no surprises for her. She can break people's hearts and decide the future. There is a mysterious power dormant in her body, which makes her more powerful than ordinary vampires. Long life, close to the existence of pure blood.

Until one day, in the Ito family, she left a word spirit on a baby boy.

But this spirit of speech was destroyed and did not come true.

"Your vampiric instincts will be temporarily sealed until they are unlocked again ten years later. You will be betrayed, on the verge of death, and then hate humans. You will have nothing to worry about, and you will lead your family to another peak."

He wasn't dying, he was saved by someone before that - it was Misa Ito.

He is not without concerns, strong love and hatred are firmly tied to one person - still Ito Misa.

Yan Ling was broken for the first time, which caused waves in her heart that had been silent for many years, and also aroused her curiosity. She had a secret sense of excitement——maybe, Misa Ito could be able to move in her pale world. Paint in bright colors.

Too long years have made life meaningless, and she is already tired of such a life.

The prophet above slowly narrated her story in a gentle voice. Seeing the girl in her arms whose consciousness gradually dissipated, the prophet stopped narrating and replaced it with words that contained endless power.

"Our lives will be connected, our flesh and blood will become one, and my end will be your end."

"You will gain my power, become my eyes, and feel the three thousand prosperity in this world."

"You will be free, you will be strong, and nothing will hold you back."

"And all of this...all will come true."

The girl's absent-minded lake-green eyes were gradually covered by red, and the prophet gently lifted her head and placed it on his neck.

The next moment, the sharp fangs pierced her neck, and the bright red blood spread on her hair, dyeing the entire white kimono.

It was as if the pale life had finally been dyed with color.

The magnificent palace collapsed instantly and disappeared.Something turned into gravel and disappeared in the air, leaving the scent of roses lingering and wafting in the air.

When Misa Ito regained consciousness, there was no prophet, no fireflies, no fountains in the rose garden, and everything returned to its original appearance.

What is constantly surging in her body is a power that does not belong to her, and something has taken root in her consciousness.

The taste of blood was still lingering on his tongue, and his calm mood became surging again—something really happened, something that could completely change fate.