She Became The Devil's Legacy

    "You don't look quite right, oh, are you upset?"

　　Evelyn noticed that he seemed a bit different from his usual self, though he was quiet and aloof enough before, now he was even more somber and always a bit scary.

　　She tilted her face, the golden sunlight lovingly caressing her brow bone and the bridge of her nose, her whole body was like an alabaster statue bathed in holy light.Evelyn smiled, her smile seemed to be even brighter than today's sunshine, "No way, are you unhappy to see me?"

　　[No, I'm happy.]

　　"Me too!" Evelyn quickly took up the conversation.

　　Soon she realized that she seemed to be overly enthusiastic and lowered her head in a bit of embarrassment, but after making sure that no one was around, Evelyn surreptitiously reached out her hand again and touched the back of his hand that was half hidden under his long sleeves.

　　[I'm leaving.]

　　Evelyn thought it was a bit sudden, but when she thought about it, it was expected. She "Oh," beautiful eyebrows and eyes showed a slightly lost look: "That's ...... true, I have long suspected that you will not stay in this small town for the rest of your life. Where are you going? Is it home?"

　　"Wherever you go," Evelyn whispered, blushing a little, "please remember me.

　　[I'm dying. Will you come with me?]

　　Evelyn was obviously confused by the answer, "Huh? What do you mean?"

　　[I ask, will you die with me?]

　　Evelyn: "......"

　　Evelyn stares seriously at his face for a moment, knowing that he's not the kind of person who would make a joke like that - in fact, he doesn't even know what a joke is - so as soon as she says, "I'll die with you," she says, "What do you mean? -So if she said "yes," Evelyn was sure that the other woman would take immediate action.

　　Evelyn didn't look scared.

　　She took her partner's hand, lifted it up, and gently pressed her soft face against the back of her hand.

　　Evelyn looked at him with her own glazed eyes and opened her mouth to ask, "Are you sick?"

　　["No. It's just that I should be dead.]

　　"That's such a strange way to put it, I can't understand it ....... Anyway, you've always been strange. Then why do you want me to die with you? That's a terrible thought."

　　[Because if I die, you'll be unhappy too. Without me, no one can protect you."]

　　Evelyn thought he was exaggerating a bit, "No way? Even without you, I'll still live seriously and happily, and I was doing just fine before I met you."

　　[This is even more annoying. If I'm not by your side, I don't want you to live a happy life."]

　　"Is that so?"

　　"Forget it," Evelyn sighed, "since you've already decided, let's do it. ...... I won't resist, because it's useless to resist, compared to you I'm just too weak. "

　　Evelyn smiled at him again, her attitude towards him can be described as obedient, "Be gentle, don't make me feel pain, please."

　　[......]

　　[Forget it]

　　"Huh," Evelyn blinked, watching in surprise as his hand moved up and down, "Why?"

　　[I suppose I shouldn't hurt you.]

　　[According to human feelings, I should love you. Since I love you, I can't hurt you, that's what you told me before."]

　　"So you remembered, huh? Good boy," Evelyn's eyes lifted and she smiled, "I love you too."

　　Evelyn saw that he was half out of his mind and seemed to have given up on making a move on her. She thought for a moment and suddenly said to him, "Do you want to kiss me?"

　　[......]

　　[Yes...]

............　

............

　　A month had passed and Evelyn had never seen Irzey again.

　　Was he really dead?

　　Evelyn wasn't sure, but to her, someone who had completely disappeared was no different from being dead. She thought she liked Irzey and missed him, but it always took longer to forget him than to remember him.

　　Irzey was a very mysterious dark-haired young man who had suddenly arrived in the border town of Dabo Brady a year ago, and Evelyn suspected that he was an Archmage from the Imperial Capital; after all, he was quiet, unassuming, never close to anyone, and very dignified. He always appeared and disappeared without a word, and although they had been in a secret relationship for some time, Evelyn knew nothing about him except his name.

　　The other man had no intention of telling her anything else about himself.

　　That was fantastic for Evelyn! It showed that he wasn't someone who was used to being pestered, and this proved to be true when Irzey dropped a few inexplicable words and then disappeared completely, saving Evelyn a lot of trouble.

　　Still feels a little bad though ......

　　After all, they were still happy together.

　　"Don't be discouraged, Evelyn, your performance this time is already much better than before! You'll definitely be able to pass the basic spell test next time!"

　　"Yes, yes, you have worked so hard. Still, isn't the content of the spell test a bit unreasonable?"

　　"I feel the same way, obviously Evelyn's theoretical knowledge is so perfectly mastered! How can it be because of the practical test ......"

　　"Hey!"

　　"Ah, sorry, sorry! I didn't mean that ...... Anyway, Evelyn, you've gotten really good at this! Even the High Priestess has to ask your opinion when it comes to spell variations."

　　"Right, oh, Evelyn, you're already a genius!"

　　"Evelyn? Huh, what's wrong with you?"

　　Evelyn was sitting in the reading room, surrounded by a bunch of people, a stark contrast to the rest of the reading room, which was empty.

　　Evelyn blinked back her eyes, half-plopped down on the desk with a lost face, and said quietly, "I'm the only one in the entire pantheon, no, in the entire country, who hasn't passed the basic spell test by the time they reach adulthood, aren't I? ...... Ahh, I really hope Example Law revises the test. "

　　Her eyes were half closed, her long, arched lashes casting a small, raven-feathered shadow beneath them, Evelyn hid the small half of her beautiful face under her crossed arms, her long, pale blonde hair cascading down her frail shoulders.

　　The people around her laughed at her words and whispered reassuringly, "It's okay, even if you don't pass the basic spell test, Evelyn is still a unique treasure of the temple.

　　That's for sure, La.

　　After all, she was a beautiful magus who could attract an exponential increase in the number of believers who came to the sanctuary to pray every day just by relying on her face, and she could drive the KPIs of the entire temple's teachings just by relying on her face, and she could directly leave the other temples of the same level 18 blocks behind, and even though she couldn't even pass the basic magic test, she had a super charismatic appearance and personality.

　　In the 10th year of traveling to the other world, Evelyn has completely accepted the fact that she is "incapable of spells". Compared to others, Evelyn's mastery of spells is a disaster, and she has difficulty attracting any elemental fluctuations. So far, she can only cast the lowest level of healing spells, and only enough to stop the bleeding of a few minor wounds.

　　In stark contrast to this is her amazing talent for learning, as early as seven years ago she had memorized the various textbooks circulating in the temple, even the most bizarre, tricky, remote and cold spells, she was able to understand one or two, and was even able to theoretically break down, analyze and create variations of some simple spells, but she could not use them herself at all.

　　For Evelyn, it was just being an ordinary person as before, while the others felt infinite pity and tolerance for Evelyn because of her major flaws that were hard to ignore.

　　"Speaking of which, isn't Xavier leaving for the Imperial Capital tomorrow?"

　　Lina, the goddess officer, blushed and looked expectantly in the direction of the window. She turned her words around, vaguely drawing the others' attention to herself.

　　Evelyn lifted her head as well, supporting her cheek with one hand as she looked at the lone figure sitting by the window.

Xavier polished his longsword. He sat in an undisciplined manner, with one foot directly on the other side of the chair, the cold longsword resting on his hard thighs, as if slightly sensitive to the gaze of the onlooker - a young, handsome, unapproachable face, with good-looking short blond hair that he casually and haphazardly tossed to the back of his head, revealing a polished, full forehead, knife-like brow bones, and dangling green eyes.

　　He looked like a nobleman's young master, but his manners were very different from those of a nobleman. The sleeves of his white uniform were rudely rolled up, exposing his strong arms, and the buttons on his collar were not tightly fastened, and looking up at his open collar, Evelyn could even see the black tattoo he had on the left side of his neck.