Diary of the Improper Monster Girl Transformation.

Chapter 112 "Father" (33)
"..."

The last legend looked at the fluorescent plants around him and frowned silently.

His appearance is considered outstanding among all dark elves. Although he looks to be in his early twenties, his every move exudes a special mature charm.

The dark elf hesitated for a moment, then walked deeper into the forest along the path.

He leaped quickly through the woods and soon arrived in front of the giant tree in the center of the forest.

That is……

He stopped and hesitated for a moment. He did not approach rashly, but shouted loudly from a distance: "Sfanny! It's me, your father!"

He waited for a while, and seeing no movement in the tree house, he moved his lips, suppressed the uneasiness in his heart, and continued to shout:

"I know you resent me and think I killed your mother."

"Your mother's death...was indeed not an accident, but it was not my fault!"

He gritted his teeth, took a deep breath, clenched his fists, and shouted towards the tree house:

"It's all her fault!"

"She disobeyed the High Mistress, refused to obey the clan's orders, and assassinated the clan's priest. She was eventually killed by the High Mistress' orders."

"I didn't have the heart to do it at the time, but you know the clan's rules. If I didn't do it, you and I would all die! All of us would die!"

"I did that for you!"

"Don't you understand all this?!"

The forest was still dead silent, and "father" could clearly hear his own heartbeat getting faster and faster in his chest.

dong dong dong-

An inexplicable fear always enveloped him, making him dare not let his guard down or break into the tree house to take her away.

why?
What had happened to her and why did I feel so uneasy?

Finally, after suppressing his anxiety, the "father" changed his strategy and said sadly:

"Your sister, Stella, has gone mad. She killed all my relatives with her own hands. Now... you are the only relative I have left."

"Sfanny, can you really bear to see me being killed by her?"

"Come with me! We can definitely take back everything that belongs to us!"

A moment later after the "father's" emotional speech, the tree house finally responded.

clack clack...

The branches and leaves of the giant tree shook, and a thick root emerged from the ground, slowly approaching the "father" like a palm.

The "father" heaved a sigh of relief and reached out to touch it gently.

It can be considered as deceiving her——

"cough!?"

laugh!
When the tree roots were only one meter away from the "father", they suddenly stretched out, ruthlessly pierced his chest, and quickly tied him up.

"Sfanny, what are you doing?"

The "father" wanted to escape immediately after being injured, trying to survive by relying on the legendary assassin's shadow-leaping ability.

But he failed.

At this moment, in this fluorescent forest - there is no shadow at all!

!!!

The suppressed fear erupted at this moment, causing the "father's" disguised expression to completely collapse, and he let out a shrill roar.

"No!"

He thought that Sfannie might not agree with their approach, but he didn't expect that she would actually want to kill him... No!
Didn’t you agree?!

At this moment, "Father" suddenly understood everything.

This is a trap.

All of this was a trap to lure them here!

"You lied to me!"

He wanted to escape, but he couldn't.

More vines erupted, wrapping around his wrists, ankles, and neck... slowly but irresistibly tightening.

Crunch, crunch!
death.

The cold death wrapped around the "father's" neck, causing him to tremble uncontrollably and lose his voice in fear: "I! Ahem, but, your father!?"

"I don't have a father."

Sfanny's phantom incarnation finally appeared in front of the giant tree. She looked indifferently at her "father" entangled by the tree roots and frowned slightly.

"What on earth have you been talking about all this time?"

In a matriarchal society where mothers are respected, it is relatively difficult to determine the exact father of a child.

After all, your father may not be your biological father, but your mother is definitely your biological mother.

Therefore, in the Dark Elf clan, children only have mothers, and there is no concept of fathers...

As for those males who should have been called "biological fathers", in the minds of dark elves, they are nothing more than the mother's companions, toys or public slaves.

She looked at her "father" who was gradually losing his vitality, and suddenly said, "Doris."

"……What?"

The strangled "father" was getting weaker and weaker. At this moment, he was on his deathbed and looked at Sfannie almost unconsciously.

Why do you mention her at this time?

"You forcibly sacrificed Doris's soul to [Evil Desire], and used its power to pass the message to me without the knowledge of the monastery." "Huh, you..."

Is this revenge for her!? "

"No, I don't mind her death."

"I mentioned her only to tell you one thing - to me, she is just a fellow tribesman with similar blood to me."

"Whether in life or in death, I will not waver."

Sifanny shook her head slightly, stared into her "father's" eyes, and said lightly:

"You, too."

The taboo scholar's expression did not change from beginning to end.

There is no anger, nor sadness.

There was only a hint of disdain in his eyes.

She looked at her blood father as if he were a piece of meat on a lab table.

Being stared at by the cold gaze, the "father" who could no longer speak had tears and blood in his eyes.

Not only did it fail to impress Sfannie, but it made her look even more disgusted.

"Please stop your poor performance. I am already a little fed up with it."

"If you really care about the so-called blood relationship... why did you not appear in front of me until today?"

"You don't regret it, you just know you're going to die."

The last sob was strangled in the throat.

"Father" could no longer answer.

The roots drained his blood, devoured his flesh, and sealed his soul.

Sfanny calmly looked at her "father" who was pierced by several sharp spikes and completely dead, and slowly withdrew her gaze.

"Okay, now that I have the data of the previous generation of parents, I can continue my research."

Only when she thought of her research did her eyes flicker with emotion.

“I will definitely succeed in finding the most correct path.”

……

[You, my father.]

On that sad height.

Now curse me and bless me with your hot tears. 】

"call……"

When everything came to an end, Herbert did not continue writing, but put down the charcoal pencil and looked at the sea in the distance.

The blood moon hung high in the sky, and its slightly dark reflection was reflected on the sea.

The night was blood red, but it seemed especially peaceful here.

He turned his head and looked at the misty mountains behind him. The lightless mountains looked like giant beasts crawling on the ground, staring at him quietly.

Suddenly, a strong cold wind blew from the Misty Mountains, blowing down his hood and revealing his pure white hair.

Herbert shook his head, letting his hair flutter in the night wind. The blood moon dyed his white hair a layer of eerie blood red.

"Ha ha……"

He smiled and shook his head, lowered his head, and slowly and firmly wrote the last stanza of the poem.

I implore you not to go gentle into that good night.

Rage, rage against the disappearance of the light. 】

Snapped.

With the final push, the tip of the charcoal pencil broke, leaving a hideous slash on the manual.

It is like a sharp scratch, embedded in the story.

So far...

The total time was twenty-five minutes and thirty-seven seconds.

There were twenty-five heretic intruders in total.

Including five legends, and twenty mid- and high-level professionals.

They have all been executed.

　Good news, the editor finally informed me when it will be on the shelves. After 12 noon this Friday, I estimate it will be updated regularly at 18: in the afternoon.

　　Counting the words, I estimated that I had written 25 words at that time. (Put your hands together)

　　Compared with some books that are only 15 words long, this book can be considered as saving everyone words. (Praise me now!)

　　Some readers advised me to reduce the number of updates and make up for the lost time when the product is released. After thinking about it, I feel that this is unnecessary.

　　It will only be 8,000 words less, so let's just consider it as saving money for everyone.

　　In addition, after nearly a week of revisions, my remarks for the launch have officially exceeded 1.1 words... It is true that I wrote too many stories about Xiaoba's childhood.

　　I can’t compare with anything else, but I’ll see if I can get the first place in the number of words in the thank you comments for being released on Qidian. That would be great.

　　In other words, everyone can see 6k of text and 1.1 comments on Thursday.

　　You really earned it!

　　Tomorrow is Tuesday, and I need to strongly recommend a new book. Please read it tomorrow!
　　This is also very important~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)