The blonde loli sat by a small tree beside the stream, her face full of worries and thoughts that didn’t belong to someone her age.

A gloomy Dilin propped her chin up with one hand and stared at her reflection in the lake, sighing without end.

She poked at the black-and-white, blade-shaped “birthmark” on her face. There was no feeling at all. That patch of skin felt no different from the rest.

Still, having a birthmark like a scar on such a cute, childish face was really an eyesore. It seriously dragged down the Elf girl’s looks.

Without that birthmark, she’d be an absolute killer.

Even though she didn’t feel much attachment to this body, even Dilin thought it was a real shame. She had no idea whether this birthmark could be removed...

A golden sigil lit up on the back of her hand. It was like an invisible tattoo. Only when it glowed could anyone notice it.

Dilin looked at the pattern woven from a golden sun and a harp on the back of her hand, confused about what this thing even was.

After the chaotic thoughts in her head were sorted out, she finally arranged the timeline and logic of everything that had happened.

That night, after receiving a strange flyer, she went to Coleman Forest, accidentally entered the Ancient Tree Temple, and then accepted the soul sacrifice of the Elven Empress Bilodis.

Of course, Dilin could guess that her lost memories were inseparable from Bilodis’s soul sacrifice.

Bilodis insisted that she was her younger sister. But if the soul sacrifice had failed, Dilin’s soul should’ve been completely destroyed.

Her soul still existed. As for whether Bilodis’s beloved family member had successfully revived, Dilin felt that probably hadn’t happened. Even she, the sacrifice, was still perfectly fine. That meant the soul sacrifice had most likely failed.

As for the possibility that it had succeeded, Dilin didn’t even bother considering it.

She was a Blue Star human in her previous life, not some damn little sister. Their souls weren’t even compatible. How could that possibly work?

So... where was she now? Dilin looked up at the endless sky in confusion.

Most likely, she was still stuck in this damned otherworld.

She hadn’t escaped. This world was like a cage, trapping her inside it.

“I wonder if that pointy-eared woman will actually keep her promise.”

Dilin stood up and looked at herself reflected in the lake’s shimmering light, only to notice something that seemed a little familiar.

A blue butterfly hairpin with gold filigree, worn at the side of her hair.

This hairpin... could it be?

‘Take this.’

Before losing consciousness, Bilodis seemed to have said that to her, then stuffed something into her hand. It seemed to be this very thing.

Dilin reached for the butterfly hairpin, trying to take it off. But the moment her hand touched the gold-and-blue ornament, the scene before her suddenly changed.

Everything in her field of vision was outlined in borders and contours of different colors. Whenever she focused on an object, several lines extended from it, followed by detailed text explanations written in Elvish.

“What is this??” Dilin froze.

Isn’t this the Divine Child’s Divine Analysis?

As a Divine Child, Dilin at least knew the basics of Divine Analysis. It was a unique ability bestowed upon Divine Children by the Primordial God. Once activated, it connected them to the Sea of Sages and analyzed an item’s name and purpose.

The creator of the Sea of Sages could no longer be verified, but most scholars believed it was one of the Seven Saints: Etorid, the Sage of Inquiry and Knowledge, protector of Divine Children.

After generations of sages continuously refined this massive database, it now contained knowledge on nearly every species and item across the continent of Caleburn. As long as Divine Analysis was activated, one could connect to the Sea of Sages. If a relevant record existed there, it could be analyzed.

Of course, every profession had its top students and deadweights. The Sea of Sages also had permission levels. The higher the permission, the more objects could be analyzed at once, and the more complete the text would be. A Divine Child’s permission level was directly tied to their talent.

There had once been a monstrously gifted Divine Child who perfectly analyzed the creator and crafting process of an ancient holy relic down to the last detail. That was basically the ceiling of the class.

As for Dilin... she was probably the gutter tier of Divine Children.

Her talent was so awful it was outrageous. Even Divine Analysis, a basic skill for Divine Children, was hard for her to use. At best, she could analyze flowers and grass.

But for something as obvious as flowers and grass, who the hell needed your analysis?

If someone handed you a blank sheet of paper, were you supposed to pull out a magnifying glass, inspect it twice, and then proudly announce that yes, there was indeed nothing written on it?

It was the most useless of useless skills. This level of Divine Analysis wasn’t just weak. It was genuinely worthless.

Divine Children with insufficient talent like Dilin were pretty common, and people in the field jokingly called them “blind Divine Children.”

That was also one of the reasons Dilin’s teammates had run off. Divine Children usually served as a team’s leader and commander. No Divine Maiden was going to hand over her life to a blind Divine Child for no reason.

If there was a better option, anyone would leave. So Dilin couldn’t really blame those two Divine Maidens for disappearing without a word.

Even after confirming this really was Divine Analysis, she still found it hard to believe.

The entries and information displayed before her eyes were simply too detailed. Even a random wild blade of grass produced five or six full lines of expanded explanation. It was worlds apart from her own Divine Analysis, which might as well have been off even when it was on.

So this was the world as seen by a high-tier Divine Child? It was practically transparent.

Dilin let go of the hairpin, and all the annotations, lines, and outlines in front of her vanished instantly.

Was this an ability built into the hairpin itself?

Dilin walked to the lakeside, gripped the hairpin, and used Divine Analysis on her reflection in the water.

Name: Tilisha Galnorin

Race: Fairy

Racial Branch: Gold Elf

Strength: D (Not Divine Maiden Transformed)

Speed: D (Not Divine Maiden Transformed)

Endurance: C (Not Divine Maiden Transformed)

Defense: D (Not Divine Maiden Transformed)

Divine Right Resistance: C (Not Divine Maiden Transformed)

Divine Right: (Not Divine Maiden Transformed, no Divine Right)

Good grief, so she was a cooldown warrior, huh?

There was one more section below, labeled Status.

Status: Childhood (not yet Divine Maiden Transformed), digesting [Blade of Destruction and Forging: Holy Oblivion] (estimated digestion time: 29 days 04 hours)

Note: Once the [Blade of Destruction and Forging] has fully absorbed and finished digesting, Divine Maiden Transformation can begin, and the mark on the face will disappear completely.