Diary of the Improper Monster Girl Transformation.

Chapter 282: It's normal for a group of three people to have four conversations, right? (Happy New Year!)
"Herbert! Do you know what you have done?!"

Even though she was forced to leave the Third Commandment House with Herbert, Eliza continued to complain.

The vampire lady following behind Herbert had eyes full of him - no one stipulates that eyes must be filled with love.

Anger is also okay.

Eliza glared at the back of Herbert's head angrily, her teeth itching with hatred, and she wanted to bite Herbert's neck directly.

"How could you do such an outrageous thing?"

It's too much, it's really too much!

Herbert, on the other hand, remained calm and ignored her glare.

Herbert turned his head and glanced at the unwilling vampire, smiled happily, and then turned back with satisfaction.

Yes, yes, yes, I just want to see you excited.

He said casually, in the tone of a "naughty adult who would bring his naughty kids to open other people's figurine cabinets during the Chinese New Year," "Why are you in such a hurry? It's just a toy, isn't it?"

"No big deal, I'll buy you a new one later."

As expected, Herbert's words made Eliza's heart surge - her blood pressure soared.

"you!!?"

Miss Vampire even felt that several blood vessels on her forehead burst at that moment!
But just when Eliza was about to risk her life in a duel, she suddenly looked at the hooded man on the other side of Herbert with some vigilance and fear.

"……snort."

Eliza wasn't Herbert's only bodyguard on this outing.

On Herbert's other side, there was another bodyguard, number two, who was competing with Eliza for the position.

He was a mysterious man whose entire body was hidden tightly in a wide hood. The shadow of the hood deeply covered his face, making it impossible to reveal any facial features.

The robe on his body, which looked to be of extremely extraordinary material, swayed gently in the breeze, faintly flashing with a strange luster, and dark patterns were faintly visible under the light, like some special symbol.

Although his face could not be seen clearly, the man stood elegantly, and his every move exuded an indescribable temperament, like an aristocrat who had held a high position for a long time.

Eliza didn't know the other party's true identity. Herbert simply introduced her to a name "Villanmaya" and told her about her legendary strength.

But Eliza, who has always been arrogant, did not look down on the other party.

Because she sensed a rather ominous aura from this person.

"Villanmaya" seems to have plenty of vitality, but there is a hint of dead silence between the smells that makes people want to vomit.

The smell was just like a living dead person.

Eliza knew without even trying that this guy's blood must taste terrible!

Could it be that this is actually a legendary lich? Or a half-undead necromancer?
No matter who the other party is, he is a bit tricky and difficult to deal with for Eliza.

Because the compatibility between vampires and necromancer spellcasters is not very good, it is easy to be ambushed by the other party if you are not careful.

So, Eliza got scared... no, the noble vampire lady let the ignorant boy go for the time being.

Right, that is it.

So she closed her mouth, touched the silver chain around her neck, and followed Herbert quietly.

"……snort!"

However, Eliza seemed very angry at this moment, gritting her teeth, as if she had suffered a great injustice.

But in fact, she was secretly trying hard not to laugh out loud.

Phew——Hahaha!

Herbert, you are such an innocent child!
Because things really turned out just as Sfanni had imagined!
Herbert really found the "figure" and then did not continue searching!
Sfanni is really good at predicting things!
She guessed this!
While carefully observing Herbert's reaction, Eliza secretly communicated with the other "petite Sfanny" hidden in her clothes on her chest.

"Sfanny, Sfanny! We really did it!"

"Ah."

Sifannie responded softly, and then reminded: "Okay, don't say too much, or they will notice."

"Oh, alright."

Eliza glanced to the side and snorted with satisfaction when she found that Herbert was unaware of it.

hum!

Although they were not as good as Herbert in conspiracy, as long as Sfanny could help, they could win this battle.

……

……

“…She really didn’t notice.”

"Well, I really didn't find it."

And at the same time, in the same space, even the people are the same.

Herbert, whom Eliza considered to be a big villain in her mind, was secretly talking with Sfanny, whom she considered to be a close comrade-in-arms.

Herbert communicated with Sfanny, who was disguised as Vilanmeya, through the special magic frequency she gave him.

Ah, maybe this can be called confronting the cow in person….

"Ahem... Well, it really worked just as you said. Eliza really didn't notice it."

Sifannie nodded slightly and responded with a smile: "Well, although she seemed to have noticed something special, she didn't think much about it."

Herbert and Sfanny's actions were actually to test whether this hiding method was feasible.

Judging from the current results, Eliza is completely unable to tell the difference and will not associate Sfannie with Vilanmia at all.

Successful.

At least, they didn't have to worry about being discovered by the other party on their way to Stila's base camp.

This was within Sfanni's expectations.

As a researcher, she is particularly confident in her technical achievements.

But there were also things that she didn't expect, things that were completely beyond her expectations - Eliza's thoughts.

"But I didn't expect that Elisa didn't make any associations after knowing Vilanmia's race..."

Didn't Eliza find it strange?

These are two dark elves. Don’t you think there is some connection between them?

Herbert was not surprised by this and explained to her calmly:

"That's normal. After all, she doesn't know how many dark elves are imprisoned in this monastery."

Dark elves were not a very rare race, and it was not uncommon to have two in one prison.

By the way, they are a special breed among the elves. They have an extremely strong reproductive ability and have no taboos about the race of their partner. They will have affairs with any race.

Not to mention humanoid creatures, it is not impossible to try some races with extremely different body sizes.

In addition, even the other branches of elves have a considerable number of individuals, and can be considered large clans.

Having few children is not a problem. As long as you live long enough, you can always accumulate some population.

In this way, the three people were having three conversations almost simultaneously:
("Sfanny, what do you think Herbert is going to do in the dark area this time?")
("Maybe he is going to carry out a mission for the monastery? You just need to protect him and don't worry about anything else.")
("oh--")
……

("Sir Herbert, are we going to use the monastery's teleportation array to go directly to the city near the cave?")
("Well, that's what I plan to do. I've already applied for the qualification to use it in advance. Do you think it's okay?")
(“Got it. That’s great.”)
……

"Eliza, are you still unhappy? Do you want me to tell you a joke?"

"...Tsk, whatever you want."

"There was a vampire who had been hungry for a long time. He finally saw a person and bit him and said, 'Oh, this person is so poor. His blood is anemic.'"

"What are you talking about?"

……

At the same time, Herbert and Sfanny were chatting secretly, Eliza and Sfanny were whispering to each other, and Eliza was occasionally perfunctory in answering Herbert's questions...

Oh, no, actually it’s four conversations.

Herbert had to add another conversation. He had to be multitasking and bickering with Nenasha, who couldn't bear to be lonely.

[“Hey~Are you very happy now? There are so many women around you?”]

("Tsk, don't bother me now, can't you see I'm busy? Don't come and make trouble!")
【"hehe."】

Busy, very busy!

Who said that three men and women are going to stage a winter drama?
Can the combination of Burning Winter compare to this chaos? (Akicks to hips)
It's obviously a movie about three people (plus a comedian), but it's a bit too noisy.

Herbert appeared indifferent on the surface, but secretly he was concentrating very hard, fearing that he might say something to the wrong person.

The consequences aren't serious, but it will feel awkward.

Herbert liked to see others embarrassed, but for himself... forget it. But just when everyone thought everything was going well and they were about to go to the dark area, an unexpected development still occurred.

"Sir Herbert! Please wait a moment!"

Fao trotted up to the three people, raised his hand with an embarrassed look on his face, and blocked their way.

"Sorry, you can't leave yet..."

Herbert:?

Eliza: !!?

Could it be that the truth has been exposed?

Although she was not sure whether taking the "Sfanny clone" that she secretly hid out of the prison could be considered an act of jailbreaking.

But she knew that if she secretly brought out the other party's clone, there would definitely be problems if she was discovered.

This is how to do?
She swallowed uneasily, her eyes wandered around, and she hunched her chest slightly to make her trimmed breasts less noticeable.

You don't notice!

Eliza was worried that something might go wrong, and Herbert was also a little confused.

"Ok?"

However, his focus was elsewhere—huh? I was stopped in the monastery?

Oh wow, that's strange.

"Fao, what's wrong? What do you want from me?"

"This one……"

Herbert frowned as he looked at Fao's embarrassed expression.

It looks like the situation might be a little difficult to handle.

Fao hesitated for a moment, without explaining too much, and just said in a businesslike manner: "Sir Herbert, I am not the one looking for you. It is the Bishop who asked me to inform you to meet him. He has a special task for you."

bishop?

Bishop Ashes doesn't contact the monks, and Bishop Thorns is now in a daze underground... So, it's Bishop Rusty Nails?
He didn't know what the Knight Commander wanted to say by stopping him at this time.

Why must we choose now for the task?

Could it be that he doesn't want to take the risk of going to the dark area again?

But this isn’t right either.

When I applied to him before, although he looked constipated, didn’t he acquiesce in the end without making any comment?

You're not going to regret it, are you?

With these questions in mind, Herbert followed Fao and brought Eliza, the two monster girl bodyguards, to the training ground of the Knights.

Before Herbert walked in, he unexpectedly heard an angry quarrel.

"Huh? Who's arguing?"

Herbert asked subconsciously to himself, but Fao beside him turned his head away in embarrassment.

What are you embarrassed about?
Herbert was wondering when he suddenly heard the words clearly - it was not a quarrel between two people, but a fierce accusation from one person.

"Why should we follow his orders!?"

"Your Excellency! I really don't understand!"

"He's just a vampire who relies on his family to drain the civilians. He's not trustworthy at all!"

"No, I will never accept it!"

"Sir! I'm sorry, I cannot accept your instructions this time!"

It was the voice of a young boy who was standing up to the powerful with righteousness and resisting unfair treatment - something like this seemed to be the plot.

Herbert blinked, turned his head and smiled at the vampire lady: "Hey, Eliza, he is scolding you, a vampire~"

Eliza rolled her eyes and sneered, “Ha! She’s obviously scolding you!”

Everyone can tell that he is insulting you, a nobleman.

What are you pretending to be?

Of course Herbert guessed that the "vampire" the other person was talking about was referring to himself.

But he couldn't understand why the other party had such a strong grudge against him?

I don't have any enemies with other people in the monastery, right?

……

"Sir, please understand!"

In the Knights' training ground, Cyril was bravely expressing his thoughts to Bishop Rusty Nail.

He was unwilling to follow that man's orders.

He doesn't accept it!

In the face of Cyril's defiance, Bishop Rusty Nail's expression did not change, and he remained as indifferent as usual.

"..."

But he did not stop the other party's somewhat offensive behavior.

The Misty Monastery is neither an evil force nor a church of God. Although there are distinctions between the upper and lower levels of the monks, different monks do not need to strictly abide by this hierarchical order.

Just show basic respect for others in your daily life.

Around Cyril, in addition to the paladins in training, there were also some monks, who watched his performance with different expressions.

Some people watched the show, some were worried, and some sneered... Cyril didn't care what they thought.

As the son of a blacksmith, Cyril had been persecuted by the nobles of his hometown for too long before coming to the monastery, and he hated these self-proclaimed noble guys.

Normally, he could tolerate not coming into conflict with Herbert and not taking the initiative to cause trouble.

But if he was asked to obey the other party - he simply couldn't accept it!

"Sir, I believe you understand what I mean, that is a... huh?"

Suddenly, Cyril felt something was wrong.

The people around him looked at him with amusement and mockery, especially the talkative guy Varo, who grinned and laughed silently.

goo.

At this moment, Cyril swallowed and his body stiffened uncontrollably.

He noticed the different looks coming from behind him.

Praise, indifference, embarrassment, and... amusement.

Eliza was so surprised that she almost applauded Cyril.

This boy, you are so brave, even I don’t dare to scold him like that!

Curse more, I love to hear it!
Sfanny did not react. Her eyes passed Cyril and fell on the Rusty Nail Bishop. Her eyes under the hood were fixed on the rusty rivets, as if there was some secret in them.

As a friend of Cyril, Phao lowered his head in shame.

As for the person being scolded...

"Why did you stop? Please continue. I am also a little curious about what people are talking about me like."

Herbert smiled and patted the shoulder of the young monk who looked about his age.

As he passed by Cyril, he chuckled, "Also, I'm going to give you a friendly suggestion. You can listen to it or not."

"It's best not to comment on others behind their backs. Otherwise, it would be very embarrassing if others heard it... Of course, I don't care, haha."

When Herbert's hand moved away from his shoulder, Cyril came to his senses and subconsciously raised his hand to pat his shoulder, as if he was disgusted by being touched by him.

"You don't touch me!"

Herbert heard the somewhat inappropriate growl behind him, squinted his eyes and smiled, without looking back.

"hehe."

He walked to the front of the crowd and bowed to the Rusty Nail Bishop, who had a cold expression on his face.

Then he asked directly: "Sir, you asked me to come here, do you have any instructions?"

Herbert smiled and spoke some heart-piercing words that distorted Cyril's expression.

"Don't worry, I'm different from this compatriot. I... am happy to command him."

(End of this chapter)