Diary of the Improper Monster Girl Transformation.

Chapter 13: Oh, can we be friends?
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"You... don't think you can buy me off with just a few skewers of barbecue."

Same words, same ambiguity.

But what is different is the tone in which these words are said.

There was no longer any toughness in Valentina's words. Only a little bit of dignity that made people feel pity could be felt.

This is her and her last stubbornness.

How could a mighty dragon be tempted by barbecue and fall to such a state?
If this gets out, people will laugh at you.

No, absolutely impossible!
As she thought about this, she bit off the piece of meat from the skewer with tears in her eyes and chewed it very gracefully.

With the lesson from last time, she finally learned to chew slowly this time, intending to slowly enjoy the pleasure on her tongue.

Herbert saw it all, but said nothing.

He did not make sarcastic remarks, nor did he take advantage of others' misfortune to make excessive demands.

not enough.

It was indeed as Valentina said, a mere barbecue was not enough to make this proud dragon bow its head.

The chips are far from enough.

But so what?
Herbert had never intended to use this to make her surrender.

Does he want false submission?

No.

What he wants is... a habit.

Herbert wanted to get Valentina used to his presence, to adapt to the deal of providing her with food, and to make her feel indispensable.

Even...being able to produce withdrawal symptoms is the best!

Of course, we are still a long way from that point, and the relationship between the two people still needs to be continuously cultivated.

How to cultivate it?
This requires constant feeding and constant brushing of favor.

And in order to achieve this… he needed a plausible reason.

So, while Valentina was chewing, Herbert once again made his request - stop swearing and I will bring you food.

"(Chewing, chewing, chewing), grunt, why do you insist that I stop swearing?" Valentina was puzzled, not understanding why he had to dwell on this point.
"First of all, I'm a paladin, and words like that make me feel a little uncomfortable."

"Secondly, although you are a prisoner and I am the warden, I hope we can be friends."

"And the basis of becoming friends is that two people can treat each other peacefully and equally, right?"

"Miss Valentina, don't you want to be my friend?"

Herbert looked at Valentina seriously, his bright eyes full of sincerity, which made her look away somewhat unnaturally.

"That's all I ask, isn't it?"

friend?

Valentina was puzzled and even confused when she heard this word.

As a dragon, she never had any friends.

She was driven out of the dragon's nest by her mother when she was still a young dragon. She has been wandering all her life, never built a nest, and never associated with other dragons.

Occupy a territory, stay there for a while, and when you get bored, leave and look for the next territory.

Valentina seldom communicated with others. Even if there were things she had to communicate, she would leave them to the human sorceress she "captured".

She has always believed that strong people are lonely.

A dragon needs no companions.

No need.

So, when the warlock was hunted and killed, why did he feel angry? Why did he want to destroy those guys and their families?

Is it because your dignity has been challenged?
"……what."

During the long years in prison, Valentina thought a lot but never came up with an answer.

But at the moment when this young mortal made this unheard-of request to her, she suddenly had a moment of enlightenment.

Friend... Did I consider that guy as a friend at that time? She was silent for a while.

After a moment's silence, Valentina came back to her senses from her memories and thoughts, and she looked deeply at Herbert.

Did he do it on purpose?

After staring at him for a moment, she turned her head away and whispered with some lack of confidence: "...If we are just friends, it's not impossible."

She didn't understand why she agreed.

Perhaps, he just wanted to rely on him to prove some doubts in his heart.

Herbert laughed after hearing the reply, then he took out a piece of white paper from his arms with smooth movements and said sincerely, "Then write a document."

"Uh-huh!?"

Valentina turned her head suddenly, staring at the ungrateful mortal with wide eyes, intending to teach him a lesson.

Then, before she could get angry, the words in her mouth were stuck because she saw the faint smile on the boy's lips.

been played!

"Haha, just a joke."

Herbert put away the blank paper and winked at her playfully.

Then he took a step back, gently placed his right hand on his chest, and gave a slight aristocratic salute to the prisoners in the cell.

"Although I have already introduced myself to you the day before yesterday, please allow me to introduce myself to you again."

"Herbert Albert, son of the Duke and a Paladin who has taken the Vow of Purity, is the new warden of this prison."

"From now on, please feel free to call me Herbert. At the same time, I will also call you Valentina."

He took a step forward and actually knelt on one knee in front of the prisoner in the cell and stretched out his right hand into the cage.

Valentina: “…Hmm?”

As long as Valentina wanted, she could break his arms in an instant, or even drag him to the railing and crush his head.

But Herbert still reached out his hand to her without hesitation.

Ms. Dragon, what would you do?

Are you going to ruthlessly trample on my kindness and continue to be your caged dragon?

Or...try another possibility?
He looked into the dragon's eyes and said softly:
"Let us just get along well!"

"..."

After entering the second area, Herbert did not move forward, but stood there silently with his head down.

After a long time, he slowly raised his head and exhaled a breath of foul air from his lungs with some effort.

“Hu…ha, ha, ha!”

Bet right.

The handshake at the end was not part of the original plan, but was the idea that came to him after a flash of inspiration at that moment.

A very risky attempt.

But he thought he could give it a try!
"Really? When did I become such a gambler?" Herbert sighed, feeling that he had changed a bit.

In his previous life, he would never do such reckless and impulsive behavior.

Is it influenced by your experiences in this life?
Although Herbert was an ignorant aristocratic son in this life, he did not lack the will to make decisions at critical moments.

Not everyone can give up everything and join a monastery. To make such a decision, one needs not only courage but also a firm will.

Unfortunately, it's still a little bit worse.

"You're not cruel enough..."

Herbert sighed, turned his head and looked at the water ball in front of him, and met the pair of beautiful eyes hidden in it.

He laughed, strode forward, waved his hands cheerfully, and shouted:

"Ms. Freme, long time no see!"

　I had a good sleep after a long time. When I woke up in the morning, I didn't rush to write. I reread the previous part and found the part that made me feel the most uncomfortable. I overhauled Chapter 500, changed the response to the evil god, and turned passivity into activeness. In total, I added words and finally felt comfortable.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)