Diary of the Improper Monster Girl Transformation.

Chapter 23 I really want to improve! (Please read on!)
Blasphemy!!!

The moment he heard this word, Herbert's heart skipped a beat, he felt the blood in his body freeze, and he became tense.

dong dong!

As his heart beat, his consciousness raced, quickly analyzing the current situation:

What does Bishop Thorn mean by asking this question at this moment?
He wouldn't cheat me without any warning, there must be a reason.

What did Bishop Thorn discover?
Is he doubting me?
Could it be that there is some kind of aura remaining on me?

Is it Nenasha's magic pattern?
Or is it Freme's colorful scales?

Or was it Valentina's hair?
Or... not right.

Don't panic!
The opponent hasn't made a move yet, so I can't lose my composure.

He should have no evidence.

If he was really sure, no, even if he just had a vague clue, he wouldn't play this trick on me, but would directly arrest me for interrogation!
This was just a surprise test.

So, what was he trying to get out of me?
Herbert thought about it, and suddenly felt something was wrong.

and many more.

Something seems to be wrong... I, why am I so nervous?

With my psychological quality, I shouldn't behave so badly.

laugh--

"……Um!?"

When he thought of this, it was as if a vague film covering his consciousness had been pierced, and his thoughts completely returned to normal.

In just a moment, Herbert's mind completely regained its composure.

After feeling it again, he indeed felt the faint temperature coming from the back of his hand - the holy marks and magic patterns were both moving slightly at this moment.

They were passively activated after being disturbed by external forces.

Someone is trying to control my mind!

That person must have known something about the Pure Protection, as he deliberately bypassed it and acted directly on the soul.

Although it only lasted for a brief moment, the other party still succeeded in doing it.

At least it caused some interference, making Herbert nervous and unable to help but want to tell the secret in his heart.

However, what that person didn't expect was that Herbert had more than just this layer of defense.

Not only will the sacred oath protect the purity of his spirit, but the contract with the evil god will also make his will stronger.

It can even be said that even if these two layers of defense are breached, Herbert still has a third layer of insurance - the attachment of the Siren Queen.

One of the effects of this epic curse is that it makes him immune to mental control by outsiders.

It can be said that the hardest thing about Herbert at this moment is not his little brother, but his soul like steel - the kind that makes a sound when passing through the security gate.

However, although Herbert was free from mental interference at this moment, the crisis was not over yet.

Because the magic patterns and curses cannot be discussed, he has no way of explaining why he was not disturbed!

The only thing to do now is to play along and continue with this situation!
I thought so much in my mind, but in the outside world, only a few breaths of time had passed.

During these few breaths, Herbert's expression changed several times.

From being at a loss, to being thoughtful, and finally to being completely indignant.

He is angry!

"Blasphemy?"

Herbert raised his head and looked at Bishop Thorn with a serious expression. He said in a deep voice: "You mean to say that there are monks in the monastery who have fallen!?"

"You, could it be that..."

He looked at Bishop Thorn in shock, his expression changing again. All these changes were seen by Bishop Thorn, causing him to shake his head slightly.

"He is so guilty, he really is..."

Just as Bishop Thorn was sighing inwardly and thinking that there was indeed something wrong with Herbert, the white-haired boy said the second half of the sentence.

He shouted excitedly: "Do you want me to handle this matter?!"

Bishop of Thorns:?
what did he say?
What to give him?

The presiding judge was successfully confused by Herbert's mysterious operation and began to doubt himself.

But Herbert's performance continued, and even got better after he found some feeling.

"Your Excellency, the presiding judge!"

"Please give this task to me!"

Herbert strode forward, ignoring the thorns on the judge's body, with a determined look on his face, he grabbed his big hand and said passionately:

"Please believe me! I swear on the honor of the Albert family, even if I shed all my Silver Wing blood, I will catch that fallen one in no time!"

"Please give me a chance to prove myself!"

After saying this, he looked lovingly at the presiding judge, who was visibly frozen.

Sir, please give me a chance!

I really want to improve!
"...Uh, wait a moment."

Bishop Thorn was somewhat overwhelmed by this scene and leaned back awkwardly, trying to avoid the overly hot gaze.

Is this, is this right?
He wanted to pull back his right hand, but Herbert's hands held it tightly and he couldn't break free.

Of course, with his strength, he could easily break Herbert's hand bones and forcibly pull it out, but that would definitely hurt an extremely outstanding seedling.

The presiding judge simply couldn't bear to do it.

Yes, I can’t bear to do that.

Before this, Herbert was just a special nobleman in his heart, and he felt that sooner or later he would not be able to hold on and break his oath and leave.

But after the changes just now, the image of Herbert in his mind has completely changed.

He hates evil, is fearless of evil, and is not afraid of sacrifice... every quality of his is particularly important for a paladin.

This will at least be a future legendary paladin!
If he has enough opportunities, he might even become a powerful man of epic level!
For a paladin, talent for cultivation is important, but far less important than willpower.

How many people can find a Paladin who has no dark side in his heart and is only thinking about eradicating evil?!

Herbert must not make any mistakes!

"Haha, kid, you misunderstood."

Having made up his mind, Bishop Thorn smiled and gently patted Herbert's shoulder with his left hand to dispel the interference from others.

"No one among my fellow monks has fallen. I am just asking for routine information. You don't have to worry."

Herbert shook his head in confusion, blinked, and asked uncertainly: "Sir, really not? Don't lie to me, I really can..."

"Really not." Bishop Thorn shook his head and said helplessly: "Okay, let's go and have a good rest."

There was a hint of command in his tone, and even if Herbert "wanted to insist", he had no choice but to obey, bowed honestly and left.

After he left, the smile on Bishop Thorn's face disappeared. He looked indifferently at the shadow on the side and said lightly: "...Are you satisfied with this result?"

In the shadows, the figure of Bishop Rusty Nail appeared out of thin air. His expression remained unchanged as he looked calmly at Bishop Thorn and said slowly:
"This is the rule."

　I couldn't sleep yesterday. Just when I was about to go to sleep in the morning, the renovation downstairs started. In the end, I barely slept for more than three hours with noise-canceling headphones on. I was in a miserable state.

　　Please read on, have pity on the child——

　　
　
(End of this chapter)