Diary of the Improper Monster Girl Transformation.

Chapter 269 As I Wish (4K plus 82 83)
Lucille was silent.

She seemed to think about it for a moment, but still shook her head. The mask disappeared, revealing a somewhat complicated expression.

Ok?
Herbert keenly detected some special meaning from that look.

What does that look of yours mean?
Doubt, pity, hesitation... you look down on me, right?!

You were holding me and asking me for guidance just now!

You cold-hearted woman, are you?
"……Feel sorry."

She stared at Herbert carefully for a long time, and finally shook her head slightly, apologetically saying:
"Regarding this matter, I think that with your current strength... it's better for you not to know about her for the time being."

"Her current condition is not stable. It is still too dangerous for you right now."

she?
Herbert caught the key words, narrowed his eyes slightly, a light flashed in his eyes, and he analyzed quickly in his mind.

Soon, he came to a conclusion that surprised him.

Is “she” referring to the monster girl on the sixth floor?

There was no one else in the Third Discipline Facility except the prisoners held here.

So that means - someone is trying to escape from prison?

"You mean to say she's trying to cross zones?"

A monster girl is trying to escape from prison?
Herbert:?

Herbert was already shocked by Valentina and Freme's intrusion across zones. He thought it was just a special case involving the two of them.

But now it seems that the truth is not so.

Prisoners on the sixth floor can actually cross areas!
This conclusion broke his previous inherent understanding of the rules here.

He had always thought that there were strict boundaries between the various areas, and prisoners of different levels were confined to their respective areas and could not move around at will.

But now it seems that this may not be the case.

Do the monster girl prisoners have the ability to cross floors?
what does this mean?
Are there other hidden rules or secret passages that allow these prisoners to break free from the constraints of the seal?

This discovery made Herbert hesitate and he slowly narrowed his eyes.

Maybe this place is not as safe as I thought?
His eyes scanned the surroundings, and he always felt that there was an indescribable sense of danger in this seemingly peaceful space.

Herbert knew that this was probably a psychological effect, and he subconsciously thought of the situation in the worst possible way, but he was still a little hesitant.

Just as Herbert was thinking in his heart, Lucier's cold voice broke the slightly depressing silence.

"Please don't worry. As far as I know, she is the only one who possesses this ability."

Although her voice was not loud, it carried an unquestionable power, as if giving Herbert a reassurance.

Ok?
Herbert raised his head slightly and saw the fallen angel looking down at him.

"I can stop her and won't let her leave her cage."

When she made a promise to the mortal, she seemed to emanate an invisible majesty, like a loyal guard who sticks to his duty. One could vaguely see her heroic figure in the dream before she fell.

When Herbert heard this, his heart moved. He frowned slightly and looked straight at Lucier, with a probing tone in his voice:
"Why are you doing this? Is this a mission given to you by the Archbishop?"

He had previously suspected that there was a special meaning behind Lucier being placed in the Aurora Sanctuary.

There are two reasons.

First, her position is rather special.

The Aurora Sanctuary is located on the fifth floor, which is both the median and a special interval between the threshold of legend and epic.

Below her, legend is the limit, and after her, epic is not the end.

As an epic warrior who fell from the self-destruction of a saint, Lucier is qualified enough to act as an obstacle when necessary.

Qualified and capable.

The second is Lucier’s control over the Aurora Sanctuary.

The great wizard Sfanny pondered for hundreds of years and only slightly interfered with half of the authority of the sealing formation.

And what about Lucille?
She has full authority.

It can be said that this place is more like a private space that belongs to her alone than a cage that holds her.

This unconcealed peculiarity is really curious.

After hearing this question, Lucier first nodded slightly, then shook his head slowly and explained:
"That Excellency did ask me to stop other prisoners who were trying to cross the border, but it was not a mandatory order. I can do it based on my mood."

And this sentence also revealed a message, that the Archbishop gave Lucier considerable freedom.

If you want to do it, do it. If you don’t want to do it, that’s okay. It’s up to you.

"Can you stop her?"

Lucier nodded, his expression quite calm and matter-of-fact, and said lightly: "Sure, if you need it."

She paused and emphasized the word "you".

Not at the behest of the Archbishop.

But to fulfill Herbert's request.

If you wish.

Herbert understood the meaning of Lucier's words, raised the corner of his mouth slightly, revealed a slightly teasing smile, and asked curiously:

"Are you trying to please me?"

It's really strange, why is Miss Fallen Angel suddenly acting so attentive?
Lucille smiled faintly and shook his head gently, causing his long black hair to sway slightly.

She knelt on one knee in front of Herbert and whispered, "Just consider it as my apology and reward for showing me the way."

Lucille was grateful to Herbert.

She drags Herbert into a fantasy world, trying to get him to find his own way, only to find herself the one who is lost.

Without Herbert's "help" to point out her condition, Lucille knew that she might still wander in this endless darkness and confusion for a long time.

Once, in the distant past, on the day of her fall, she made a solemn vow: "I will make the scorching sun fall."

This can't even be called a vow, it's just an extremely absurd wish.

It's just a pipe dream.

The creatures created by gods actually desire the death of their creator?

How ridiculous this is.

But at that time, Lucier resolutely made this vow.

Even though there is no hope, even though it is impossible to do, she will still work hard for this goal.

At that time, she was full of enthusiasm and faith, and firmly believed that she could achieve that goal.

However, as time went by, she gradually lost her way in pursuit of her vows.

Those goals that were once extremely clear became blurred as their former companions hunted them day after day.

There was only killing left in her mind.

Kill all the pursuers, kill all the followers of the Burning Sun!
Day after day, year after year.

It was a blurry memory stained with blood.

It was not until she came to the Misty Monastery at the invitation of that Excellency that she got some time to breathe. It took her a hundred years to slowly recover from her crazy killing state.

But after recovery, she also forgot a lot.

She remembered her resistance to the scorching sun, but forgot to think about why she resented it.

It was not until Herbert's reminder that she finally remembered what she should do. Thinking.

It is not just a fantasy, but we should really find a feasible way to restore order.

"In return for all this, as long as Sir Herbert has any expectations, I will do as you wish."

As long as you need me, I will definitely not let you down.

There was not a single lie in Lucier's words; they all came from his heart.

However, the reaction of the boy in front of her was different from what she expected.

"Oh?"

After hearing her reasons, Herbert was slightly stunned, then he said "Oh" softly, with a long drawn-out sound, as if he was digesting everything Lucier said.

Then, the boy nodded slowly, his movements neither hurried nor slow, as if every nod was a reflection and consideration of this reason, muttering:
"That's it."

His gaze fell on Lucier, his deep eyes were full of calmness and a hint of amusement, making it difficult to guess what he was really thinking.

He quietly looked at the fallen angel who was showing a humble attitude in front of him, and a strange emotion arose in his heart.

Lucier has a mysterious and arrogant temperament, mixed with a sense of beauty of struggling in depravity.

Her humble and submissive attitude at this moment made her complex beauty even more prominent.

But what really caught Herbert's eye was not this amazing charm.

Herbert raised his hand, his movements gentle and slow, as if he was afraid of disturbing the person in front of him, and slowly dropped it onto the dark wings of the fallen angel.

His fingers gently stroked the soft and delicate feathers, feeling the unique touch from his fingertips, as if he was exploring a rare treasure.

This gentle action made Lucille feel a little bit uncomfortable, but she did not run away. She just fluttered her wings uncomfortably.

After playing with it for a while, Herbert laughed softly. His laughter was gentle and casual. He said, "Compared to reasons like apology and thanks, I would rather have other reasons."

“Don’t do it for me, do it for yourself.”

"Would you like to think about it again?"

For myself?
Lucier had lowered his head, but after hearing this, he raised it in confusion, his clear eyes full of confusion, and looked straight at Herbert.

I have no grudge against the other prisoners, so why should I stop them?

She tried to find the answer from Herbert's expression, but found that he was just smiling. That smile was like the spring sun, warm and mysterious.

After staring at Herbert for a few seconds, Lucier suddenly had an idea in his mind, like a flash of lightning across the dark night sky.

!!!

Lucier suddenly understood the deeper meaning of Herbert's words.

She straightened up gently, her posture elegant and upright, and walked in front of Herbert with light steps.

She leaned down slightly, gently wrapped her arms around Herbert, and carefully held Herbert in her arms.

Lucier lowered his head, put his lips close to Herbert's ear, and whispered in a voice as gentle as the breeze blowing through the leaves:

"You're right. It shouldn't be for this reason."

"I did it because I wanted to, because I wanted to help you."

At this moment, the air in the sanctuary seemed to freeze, and all the fallen hymns came to an abrupt end, as if time had also stopped at this moment.

Her words were full of sincere emotion, a desire that came from deep within her heart.

Lucille finally noticed.

Thought, will, idea of ​​self.

Nothing else.

Not an apology or gratitude.

Just out of my own will.

She wanted to stand by Herbert and give him support and help.

So she did it.

It's that simple.

"Haha, you really have thought it through."

Herbert felt the warmth in Lucille's arms and heard her soft whispers in his ears, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

This child really understands things quickly.

He was a little surprised that this fallen angel, who had always been mysterious, showed such a frank and sincere side, and he inexplicably felt a sense of accomplishment.

Children can be taught.

It doesn't take much effort to teach it, and it's much stronger than a certain dragon... cough.

After a while, Herbert slowly opened his eyes and gently patted Lucille's back, signaling her to let go.

Lucier slowly let go of Herbert, and the two smiled at each other. The distance between them seemed to have shortened a lot in that instant.

Herbert could feel that he had taken a big step towards breaking through the wall of Lucier's heart.

He took advantage of the good atmosphere and asked, "By the way, Lucier, can I ask you for a favor?"

……

……

Lava Hell.

Miss Devil half-collapsed on her throne, staring at the dome in boredom.

"So boring——"

Since she no longer had the leisure to harass Flora and confuse her, Kreti has lost a lot of fun.

In the past, although prisoners would be severely beaten after harassing them, which seemed not worth the cost, it was still one of the few ways to kill time in prison.

When that guy was here, although he was annoying, he was indeed very talkative.

He can talk about some knowledge that ordinary mortals and even nobles are not very good at.

And Kreti was already tired of seeing the noble souls that Herbert brought last time.

"I've watched those guys' soul memories over and over again a dozen times. I really don't want to watch how they messed around at the dance anymore..."

Depravity, blood, madness...the quality of those guys was good and in line with her taste.

However, no matter how interesting something is, if you watch it too much, you will lose interest.

"The information Herbert asked me to search for is not very valuable. The only thing that can be used is a slave trade route related to the Dark Region."

Kreti muttered, thinking about how to bargain with Herbert for the price.

"Tsk, that guy please come back soon, I'm really bored! Tsk, do you want to test that damn demon?"

I'll just give it a try. She shouldn't just turn hostile, right?

Just as Kreti yawned and was about to risk being hung up and beaten to harass Flora, a clear and gentle voice sounded behind her.

"Did you just say the Underworld?"

Kretti:?

Miss Devil's eyes lit up, she turned around suddenly and shouted in surprise:
"Haha! You're finally back! Do you know how long I've been waiting for you...hiss, what are you wearing?"

She looked at the young man with black feathers all over his body and couldn't help blinking.

Eh?
What is this?! ?
(End of this chapter)