Diary of the Improper Monster Girl Transformation.

Chapter 248 I'm doing this for justice! (4.4K votes requested)
In the quiet sanctuary, Herbert walked slowly forward.

"..."

Herbert frowned slightly and looked at the old man's back in the distance.

Unlike before when he walked directly to the archbishop, the sanctuary now seemed to be dozens of times larger than before.

He had been walking for five minutes, but he still hadn't reached the archbishop!
I could clearly see the archbishop sitting there quietly, but he couldn't move.

There seemed to be an extremely long distance between the two of them.

"What is this? So close yet so far away?"

After trying several times with doubt in his heart, Herbert finally stopped.

He was already certain that the rules in the sanctuary had changed—if one simply walked, he would never be able to reach the archbishop.

But such rules can't trap Herbert.

"call……"

With a sigh, scarlet wings bloomed from behind Herbert.

brush--

Relying on the wings transformed from holy power, Herbert's feet broke free from the constraints of the ground and quickly shortened the distance between the two.

Hey.

Herbert landed gently on the ground, the wings behind him disappeared, and he bowed to the old man who was resting with his eyes closed.

"Your Mightiness."

During the intervals between salutes, Herbert furtively observed the Archbishop.

The previous sensation was not an illusion.

The old man in front of me seemed to have become "stronger".

But this idea may not be true.

With Herbert's strength, he was not qualified to judge the Archbishop's strength, and even it was difficult for him to understand it.

It was precisely because of his ignorance that he was unable to feel the true power of the Archbishop.

And now, as his strength increased, his sense of the Archbishop's power became deeper.

The stronger you are, the more you will feel your weakness in front of this old man.

"This strength is really terrifying..."

He looked at the archbishop, and there seemed to be a distortion in front of his eyes, and he saw a shadow like an abyss.

The entire cathedral seemed to have changed its appearance as well. It became empty and silent, filled with thick fog and twisted shadows.

!!!

Herbert was shocked and even in a trance for a moment.

It seemed that the ignorant child finally saw beyond the surface through the gap and glimpsed a suffocating truth.

It's like a small boat sailing into the vast ocean, feeling the terrifying deep terror, and can't help but shiver.

However, as Herbert fell into a trance, all those things he saw disappeared.

The fog and shadows all disappeared, and the sanctuary was still filled with soft holy light, and the warm light dispelled the coldness of his body that seemed to have become a little cold.

The old man in front of him still had the same familiar look to him, looking kind and peaceful, without any airs.

"came back?"

He nodded at Herbert with a smile and pointed to the place beside him.

"Well, I'm back."

Herbert readily followed suit and sat down next to him obediently, being an obedient and sensible person.

Well behaved.jpg
As for things like “He and I are evenly matched!”, “Just Lao Deng!”, “He can replace me”… those are all jokes.

As everyone knows, I have always been a person who respects the elderly and loves the young.

I have always respected His Excellency the Archbishop!

I respect the elderly, so I also hope that Comrade Lao Deng can carry forward the spirit of "loving the young".

Thank you!
"……Um?"

After sitting obediently for a while, Herbert suddenly turned his head strangely, wondering why Old Deng didn't say a word.

archbishop:"……"

The old man did not speak, but just kept his eyes half closed.

It was you who called me here, right?
But why don't you say anything?
This silence is somewhat disturbing.

After enduring for a long time, Herbert couldn't help but ask, "Sir? What do you want to talk to me about?"

Herbert asked in panic, wondering if he had revealed something.

As a result, the archbishop was stunned for a moment after hearing this. He tilted his head to look at him and said in sudden realization: "Oh! You are still here?"

?

A series of question marks floated above the boy's head.

? ?
My friend, when I type a question mark, it’s not that I really have a question, but that I think you have a question.

The old man looked at the boy's uncontrollable expression and shook his head with a smile, then raised his hand and patted his shoulder.

"Haha, people just can't age! I actually fell asleep just now, hahahaha..."

Herbert：???

No, you are really old! ?
You're a saint, and you're trying to do this to me!

I believe you, you damn old man is very evil!

Herbert couldn't help curling his lips, not believing that the archbishop would really fall asleep.

A watchman and an archbishop, these two old fellows are the same, not a word of truth comes out of their mouths.

I'd be crazy to believe you!
You are obviously thinking about other things!

The guard was better, he just said that he was in a daze. But you, old man, didn't even bother to pretend, you just said that you fell asleep.

"Ha ha……"

After laughing for a long time, the Archbishop shook his head slightly, looked at Herbert and asked softly: "Do you feel better now?"

Herbert looked at the old man, his mouth twitched, and he said helplessly:

"…It's hard to say whether it's better, but it's definitely less tense."

Is this a new way to comfort people?
But... my dear Lao Deng, your approach is more like a shock than a surprise.

"It's good that you're not nervous anymore, that's good, haha."

The archbishop smiled kindly, shook his head with some regret, and said with emotion:
"It's rare to meet a little fellow like you who isn't afraid of me. I can't let you become like the others."

As an ancient elder, as the most important existence in the entire monastery, as the most powerful person in the mortal world who transcends the realm of mortal things... the archbishop has always faced gazes of awe and fear.

There are few young people who are like Herbert, who are respectful to him on the surface but do not really respect him in their hearts.

No, there may be fear, but not much respect.

Would the archbishop be offended by this disrespect?

No.

Far from feeling offended, he found it amusing because it was so strange.

Haha, what an interesting little guy.

Many images flashed through the archbishop's eyes as he recalled the various looks he had received over the long years.

There was hatred and fear when his enemies looked at him...but more often it was respect and fear when those around him looked at him.

Except for a few old friends, few people can treat him with a normal heart... When he becomes strong enough, even the gods will not look down on him, and they will look at him with caution and vigilance.

Ugh!
This power is really disturbing!

"And what's the point of those little guys being so respectful to me?"

The archbishop thought about the adoring looks the monks gave him and said helplessly, "I won't bless them like those guys sitting in the sky."

When the archbishop was complaining, Herbert suddenly interrupted and asked curiously: "Can't you do it?"

"If you want to do it, you can do it."

The archbishop replied without a second thought: "The tricks of the gods are not that complicated, and the power of faith is not that... huh?"

He raised his eyebrows and looked at the well-behaved white-haired boy with a smile: "It seems that you are really not nervous anymore."

"Well, thanks to your kindness."

Herbert chuckled and shrugged his shoulders. "You yourself told me not to be so reserved."

This is what you asked for.

"Haha, that's right, I asked you to do this." After laughing for a while, the smile on the old man's face gradually faded. He stared at the young man with calm eyes and said slowly: "But I didn't ask you to slaughter monsters in the Misty Mountains."

hum-

In an instant, Herbert felt the pressure on him surge, and he felt like he was falling into an abyss.

Come again?

Herbert looked at the old man whose mood suddenly changed and curled his lips inwardly.

Could you please stop saying this all the time?

He's happy at first, and then suddenly gives you a fright... what a bad old man!
"Can't you?"

Herbert, who was already used to this routine, remained calm and asked, "Is there anything wrong with me fighting monsters as a paladin?"

"..."

The archbishop frowned slightly, and most of the pressure spreading from him dissipated. He asked in a deep voice: "Have you become disgusted with monsters?"

"Do not."

Herbert shook his head calmly and said seriously: "I have never hated them. It was the same in the past and it is still the same now."

Monster?

I like it so much~
No one loves Monster Girl more than me!

The archbishop's frown relaxed a little, and he continued to ask: "If that's the case, then why did you kill so many monsters?"

"The number of souls in your body far exceeds the number required for training! Are you killing them? Are you killing them for fun?"

Paladins do not forbid killing, but they forbid cruel killing.

Their swordsmen can destroy evil, but they cannot cruelly harm the innocent!

When the Archbishop asked about this, Herbert had already guessed what he was worried about and was prepared to deal with it.

"No, I never found killing fun."

Herbert looked into the old man's eyes calmly and said seriously:

"If you doubt my words, I can swear to you that I have never killed anyone for fun in my life."

"Everything I do is for the greater good... beyond personal pleasure!"

That's right.

Slaughtering the Mist Ghost Wolves may seem brutal and cruel, but it is actually the only way to unify a group that has been scattered due to the tragic death of the Wolf King.

In order for more Mist Ghost Wolves to survive, the stubborn elements who are in the way must be made to give in - if they are unwilling, then just crush them.

This is for the greater good of survival.

Even further, killing the nobles of Frost Crystal was actually for the sake of the lives of the people of Frost Crystal.

This is also a kind of righteousness!
"Great justice?"

The archbishop chewed on this word, looked at the determined young man in front of him, and shook his head with some emotion, sighing:

"Child, don't you feel that your soul has been stained with blood? Aren't you worried that you will get lost in the process?"

"I won't, sir."

Herbert shook his head firmly and said, "I have never been addicted to killing. I have never felt any pleasure in killing. It is just a means to achieve a goal."

Besides, even if I really get lost one day... there will always be someone who will help me wake up.

"Do you think so?..."

The Archbishop felt Herbert's firm will and nodded with emotion: "Perhaps, you are really suitable to become a Punishment Paladin."

This young man has a special temperament.

He is not bloodthirsty, but he is never afraid of killing.

Just like a piece of sharp steel, the scarlet of killing will not dye his soul red, and it will reveal its original luster after being rinsed with water.

This is a natural born killer.

Fortunately... he did not fall into the hands of evil forces, but became a paladin who abided by his oath.

Otherwise, the Archbishop didn't know how dangerous Herbert would become and how much blood and gore he would cause.

Maybe, it would be a little guy that he could take action against personally?
When I think about it this way, I still feel a little regretful.

Thinking of this, the Archbishop looked at Herbert with some regret, shook his head and sighed.

Oh! One less excuse to go out for a walk...

Herbert was a little confused by his performance. He thought his performance was ineffective and wanted to add one more sentence.

"Okay, I understand your thoughts, no need to explain."

The archbishop waved his hand, ending the topic, and said, "Speaking of which, before you tell me about your experience in the Misty Mountains, have you forgotten anything else?"

"Hmm? What do you mean?"

Forgot something?
Herbert tilted his head, not quite understanding what he was pointing at, and tried to remember.

"Now that he mentioned it, I still have a vague impression... I seem to have really forgotten something."

"What exactly is going on?"

The young man looked at the old man, said "oh", and suddenly remembered something important.

ring!

Not enough rings!
"Oh, right, I need to ask him for some more rings. I need to capture more monster girls... Wait, s ...

Herbert was about to speak when his eyes suddenly widened.

At this moment, he thought of another important thing that he subconsciously overlooked.

Very important event!
not good!

Freme walked back to the Third Discipline House by herself - she would go directly into the Endless Maze.

So...that is to say!
Without this buffer zone of mine, Valentina and Freme...are now meeting each other directly and are forced to be alone in a room!
Now things are bad!

……

……

The third precept house.

Endless maze.

"Tsk, come down!"

"I do not want."

"Come down!"

"I won't!"

"You! Don't force me... It's not like I can't fly."

Valentina rolled her eyes and stared at the long fish-man floating in the sky as if he were an idiot.

"That's not a [Long Fishman], but a [Siren], also known as a [Mermaid] or [Mermaid]. She likes to sing and is good at communicating through singing..."

'She seems to be related to Herbert and is not recommended for consumption.'

Listening to the voice in her head, especially the last warning, Valentina's expression became even more impatient and she smacked her lips.

Tsk.

Is this even necessary? ! ?
Of course I know!

Although Valentina was still not very smart after receiving the inheritance, her general knowledge increased a lot and she acquired a lot of knowledge about other races.

This was very useful to Valentina - it allowed her to learn the names of many of the species she had eaten before, making it easier for her to find some of the same species to eat later.

As for the mermaid in front of her, Valentina had never eaten it before.

Then, before Freme spoke, Valentina stared at her tail and subconsciously thought about what it would taste like.

It's just instinct really.

I just stared at it for a few more seconds, licked my lips slightly, and finally swallowed my saliva... Why are you so excited?

"Tsk, that guy... Hurry up and get down. I won't eat you!"

Valentina bared her teeth and threatened, "Hurry up, don't force me to do it!"

However, Freme rejected her cry.

"I won't go down!"

She pressed her body tightly against the ceiling, trying to stay away from the scary red-haired woman underground, and shouted anxiously:
"I'm warning you! Don't come over here!"

"I won't say a word to you until Herbert comes back!"

Herbert!
Come back soon ah ah ah——

Valentina is going to eat me! ! ?
(End of this chapter)