Team villains except me

Summer flowers are autumn dreams.

Isabeth was sitting in the carriage, looking out of boredom at the small town ahead.

She doesn't like the saltiness of the sea very much.

She is allergic to creatures in the ocean, and the cost of each treatment makes her feel that life is meaningless.

Her parents were sad and hopeful.

"It is said that the gods here can heal diseases. You will be fine, baby."

When Isabeth heard her mother's words, she responded in a low voice.

She has little confidence.She went to many places with her parents, and the doctors or pastors who swore at first would decline after seeing her pure white hair and eyelashes.

Nothing could save her.

Isabeth is very clear.

But a futile effort.

But she didn't say it, but threw herself into her mother's arms.

She is good at acting like a baby.

She put her arms around her mother's neck and said she didn't want to go to school.

She's going to die anyway.

Her mother held her in her arms, holding her tightly.

"Baby, you can't let go of your studies."

Seeing the bloodshot eyes in her mother's eyes, Isabeth sighed softly, and said nothing more.

-

After moving to Dimore, the parents got busy.

The formalities have not been completed yet, and Isabeth does not have to go to school for the time being.

Di Moore had no entertainment, and Isabeth wandered the streets wearing a hat bored.

Noisy children would jump far away in surprise and fear when they saw her, and then whispered to her that she was weird.

Isabeth rolled her eyes and made faces at the group of children.

Scared them all away.

Isabeth hates all creatures without a sense of proportion. She knows that she is abnormal, but she does not accept the cautious and secretly excluded attitude of others.

Ordinary people, orcs, and wizards all get sick, as do physicians and priests who heal.

She was just unlucky.

It just happened to be a disease that could not be cured.

But is death scary?

She doesn't think so.

I hope mom and dad won't be too sad when she dies.Other than that, she had nothing to miss.

The sun was scorching hot.

Isabeth hates summer.

Because her skin is also very fragile.The warm light was like fire on her arms.

It hurts.

Isabeth found an unoccupied shade.

Leaning against the rough tree trunk, she folded her arms and watched the children's play indifferently.

She is not envious.

The stickiness of sweat was a nuisance to her, and even a playful jostling would break her bones.

She likes quiet people.

won't hurt her.

Isabeth doesn't plan to make friends in Dimore.She doesn't want to pretend to maintain any interpersonal relationship, she spends less time, socializing is unnecessary and stupid for her.

Thinking of this, Isabeth's eyes slid aside and stopped behind a window.

It was a girl who looked about her age.

Her hair is like the sky.Also like the sea.

Light blue is gentle and lively.

There is bright longing in her eyes, but she only looks at it gently.

Looking at the group of noise, there was no sharp smile on his lips.

A person who looks as soft as a cloud.

Isabeth looked at her with her chin lifted.

weirdo.

It looks like a good bully.

Isabeth began to observe the girl behind the window who hadn't noticed her.Her light blue hair is not long, but neatly combed, a bit like a doll, but not so deliberately delicate.

Shyness and shyness are all on the face.

Isabeth found pleasure in this girl.

This is someone who has nothing to do with her.

During the days when she was not at school, Isabeth enjoyed observing this unknown girl.

In her boring life, Isabeth had some nameless envy for this girl.

How could anyone enjoy watching palm leaves being blown off by the wind!So boring!

But she didn't look away.

-

Isabeth fell ill from the cold wind.

She woke up at night, the stars were low, and the sea breeze brought a little bit of silence.

Isabeth's throat was dry, and she wanted to get a bottle of juice.

As soon as she left the room, she heard her parents arguing fiercely downstairs.

"...I can't delay any longer! Isabeth's body..."

"What kind of price do you have to pay for trading with the gods? My dear, be sober!"

"Why am I not sober? Isn't there a successful example? That Jane's family, they succeeded!"

"That's a living sacrifice!"

"As long as Isabeth lives, I can die! That's my precious daughter..."

"The one they sacrificed was their own daughter."

Isabeth froze for a moment.

There was only suppressed sobbing left below.

What god would want a living sacrifice.

Cthulhu?

Isabeth tapped her head.

Her parents are adults who know what they know, so they probably wouldn't believe in such a strange god.

The next day, however, Isabeth heard firm words from her parents.

"Honey, we found a cure for you."

Isabeth stared at them with a subtle attitude.

"what way?"

"Baby, you are too young, you will know later."

Isabeth was silent for a while, then slowly raised her eyes.

"When I was playing outside, I heard that the gods here are very powerful-is this the way?"

Isabeth had been brought up without deception.

Her parents respect her.

Isabeth persistently wanted an answer.

"——Yes, Isabeth. My God wants your younger brother, or your sister, to accompany me at the right time."

accompany.

Isabeth lowered her eyes and sneered.

Why should her sister and brother accompany the gods?

Is God worthy?

Even if they really want to accompany the gods, it can only be their own thinking, rather than their future fate determined before they were born.

She, Isabeth, would not do such a foolish thing.

"Baby, don't worry, this is feasible. The family named Jane in the town has made a deal with the gods, and the object they want to protect is now alive and well."

"What about the sacrifice?"

"The sacrifice is their daughter, and she is alive and well now."

Isabeth nodded.

"I see."

Under the reassuring eyes of her parents, she took out the scissors from the biscuit box.

It lay neatly across the neck.

"What are you doing baby! Dangerous! Put it down!"

"Isabeth!"

Her parents panicked.

Isabeth didn't have any ups and downs.

"I won't agree."

Her whole body seemed fragile and fragile.But those eyes were extremely bright.

"Mom and Dad, your children must be like me, not someone's sacrifice, but the baby of Mom and Dad. They should be born in anticipation and grow up in love. They should be like me. Use the lives of their relatives to pay for it. My life, I don't want it."

"Isabeth, don't be willful!"

"I want to be self-willed! My self-willedness is also spoiled by my parents! I don't care! Even if you agree to such a sacrifice, I will not just accept it obediently. I will seek death, and I will hit the wall as long as I have the opportunity!"

Isabeth was determined.

She knew she was bad and immoral, but this was out of question.

This stalemate lasted for many days.

Elizabeth is not worried.All her wishes will come true in the end.

She can act coquettishly and playfully.

Her parents love her 100% and they have nothing to do with her.

really.

Three days later, her parents swore to their ancestors, the Angel of Fortune, Berti, that they would never agree to a sacrifice.

Elizabeth did not believe in God.

Berti, the lucky angel of family origin, didn't like it either.

She was dying, after all.

But her parents would never deceive the ancestors.

Isabeth breathed a sigh of relief.

She intends to spend her final days desensitizing her parents to her death.

However, Isabeth was sent to school by her mother.

Seriously, she really didn't want to end up in school hearing things she'd never use.

She wants to see the world unrestrainedly and do some crazy and carefree stupid things.

But looking at her mother's tearful eyes, and her mother's apology that she hadn't experienced school life much, Isabel touched her mother's face helplessly, carried her empty schoolbag on her back and took her father's hand and went to school.

She didn't want to upset her mother.

Alas, I was caught.

Isabeth stood on the podium with a cold face, scanning the class, and suddenly, she saw a familiar face.

Light blue hair.

Head slightly lowered.

She didn't hear the teacher's introduction clearly, and raised a happy arc on her own.

It's not that boring.

She didn't care about the class's overt and secret stay away from isolation, and continued to observe the girl with her legs crossed.

She slightly hated iron for being weak.

Isabeth watched the girl silently pick up the erasers dropped by others, but did not get a thank you. Seeing this, she took on most of the cleaning work in the class, and watched her muster up the courage again and again to say something, but ultimately to no avail.

She did a lot of things she didn't need to do, but was always left out.

Isabeth got to know her better and better.

But Isabeth didn't want to get close to her.

How could anyone want a sick, dying friend.

How embarrassing to be rejected.

Until Isabeth learned the girl's name - "Lisha Jane".

How many families named Jane are there in this town?

Isabeth inquired eagerly, and got the news that "Di Moore only has a family with the surname Jane".

Lisha Jane is the sacrificial offering.

Isabeth felt that the world was dark.

She rarely saw a child as good as Lisha Jian.

But Lisha Jane was actually a sacrifice.

Is the world about to end?

Even if it is not destroyed now, it should be destroyed later.

But Isabeth chuckled with self-conscious baseness.

If Lisha Jian was a sacrifice, then she wouldn't dislike a friend who died soon.

After all, they are similar.

Isabeth inhaled and exhaled.

She was a little nervous.

It quickly calmed down again.

It makes sense that she wants to make friends before she dies, right?

quite reasonable.

There was nothing unreasonable in her life, Isabeth.

She knew that Lisha Jian would hide in a remote grove for lunch at noon.

So she followed Lisha Jian into the woods while no one was looking.

With a strong tone, she sent a friend invitation to Lisha Jian.

Lisha Jian hesitated and refused.

Isabeth's courage was punctured, and she exploded in anger.

"I'm not worthy!"

Lisha Jian's eyes were full of light, looking at her with some sadness.

"You know that I am a sacrifice, and I will die."

Isabeth's heart instantly settled down.She must have died earlier than Lisha Brief.

So Isabeth got a new friend.

Isabeth is quite protective of her friends, she is a very perceptive child, she understands why Lisha has no friends and why she was taught to be like this.

So she usually pretended not to know Lisha.

The longer she spent with Lisha, the more she felt that Lisha was a good person.

A good man should live a long life.

Isabeth ignored the teacher's eloquence in class, and flipped through the methods that could replace the sacrifice.

The book says that if the beneficiary disappears, the agreement does not stand.

Isabel took the money from home and took Lisha to skip class.

She hid scissors in her arms.

Lisha should be clean, she will solve everything for Lisha.

She was never a nice person.

Lisha said that it was her grandmother who took her life.

Okay, grandma can ascend to heaven.

But she didn't expect - Lisha's grandmother is a kind person.

Like Lisha, he is a good person.

Her body, which was extremely weak due to the long-time magic circle, was supported, and the kind old man hugged her without the slightest dislike, and patted her on the back.

"Little friend, why are you running in such a hurry? Who are you looking for? Let me help you find it."

The knife in Isabeth's arms was useless.

She couldn't do it.

But she gave it all out.

There is nothing wrong with this old man, but Lisha is also right?

Lisha shouldn't be treated like this.

The old man paused and pondered for a long time, then smiled wryly.

"The kid Kayla—still paranoid."

Isabeth stared at her intently.

"Don't you want to say something to Lilith? For example, I'm sorry for taking your life, I'll give it back to you right away... something like that."

The old man shook his head.

"I... can't die right now. I don't want to make Keira sad. But I won't let my granddaughter be a sacrifice either—I will give back everything I have to Lilith through the god I love."

"Why?"

"Purchase my soul to the gods—let him not take Lilith away."

Isabeth is aggressive.

"Can you swear?"

The old man smiled and made a serious oath to Deus, the god of life.

Isabeth couldn't help asking her.

"The god of life you believe in...is he a good god?"

The old man touched her cheek.

"Gods don't distinguish between good and bad. You ask for something, and He responds. That's enough."

Isabeth thought about it.

-

Isabeth did not tell Lisha the truth.

Lisha didn't doubt that she was there, because of her mother's choice, she was depressed for a while.

Isabeth didn't understand why Lisha cared so much about Mrs. Jane.

It's not good for her, just ignore it and it's over.

Li Xiahong said in a low voice, "They don't love me, no one loves me."

Elizabeth paused.

She was half joking, half serious.

"Lilith, I love you."

Lisha laughed through tears.

"I too... I love Isabeth too."

Isabeth nodded.

It was right that Lisha loved her.

She is so good to Lisha.

She brings delicious food to Lisha, she advises Lisha, she tells Lisha about the outside world, and she encourages Lisha to become a better version of herself.

She thinks Lisha is like a little daisy.

It's not because of any other reason, but the Daisy Elf's name is Bertis.

Her last name is Berti.

What a coincidence.

There are three words that overlap!

It's the same thing.

But Isabeth didn't expect that those two bad guys who claimed to be Lisha's parents would not buy Lisha a daisy!

She, Isabeth, can make her friends suffer from this birdishness?

She picked up a little daisy at the flower shop immediately.

She was going to buy it.But recently there was a new little life in the family.

She still doesn't know if it's a sister or a brother.

There are a lot of new things to buy at home, and she is very sensible not to need pocket money.

Without money, she can only flexibly use other methods.

Seeing Lisha's smiling face, Isabeth felt satisfied.

But when I got home, Isabeth was scolded bloody.

"How can you do such a thing! Isabeth, you let mother down!"

"It's because dad pampered you too much, there must be a limit to self-will!"

There is a gap.

Isabeth turned out to be wrong too.But the attitude of parents at that time was different from now.

Isabeth was a little shivering, but also a little relieved.

She wanted Mom and Dad to hate her and be disappointed in her so they wouldn't be thinking about her all the time and dwelling on her death.

They will put their whole heart and soul into their new baby.

Love is exclusive.

Isabeth received all the love from her parents.So she wants to continue to give this love to her younger sister or younger brother whom she can't see.

-

Isabeth's health grew weaker and weaker.

She rolled on Lisha, asking Lisha to prove that she cared the most about her.

She knew it wasn't good to do so, but she couldn't help it.

She wants an answer.

A decision she made was correct, such an answer.

Lisha lost weight faster than her.

Lisha will always tolerate everything about her, like coaxing a child, and respond to her every request.

Her request is outrageous.

She wants oysters that don't taste like oysters, she wants to see grape hyacinths that only bloom in winter, she's cold but hot in a heavy sweater...

She herself feels hypocritical.

But even her parents couldn't do it, Lisha did it all.

Isabeth thought, who wouldn't like Lisha.

She couldn't help but like it.

She is quite generous with her friends.She is also extremely defensive.

Without her, Lisha was bullied, what should I do.

She is worried.

So before she died, she went against her usual style of doing things and made a somewhat unfavorable deal with the God of Life.

-

"My lord, Deus, the only thing that is precious to me is life.

I don't want reincarnation, I don't want the next life.

I only wish to be Lisha Jane's patron saint.

please.

—Your faithful believer, Isabeth Berti. "