Diary of the Improper Monster Girl Transformation.

Chapter 322 Sorry and Thank You (5K First Update)
Cyril had a dream.

He dreamed that he had returned to his childhood.

That was the time when he was poorest and had the most difficult life, but it was also the happiest time for him.

With his mature mind, he helped his father and brother get rid of the oppression of the nobles, and made those dirty guys pay a heavy price!

It's really simple.

You just need to run out of the territory, find any temple of the righteous god, and ask them to help contact the Paladin Organization.

The Paladin Order might be late due to lack of manpower, but they would never ignore this request.

They will come, destroy the evil, and finish them off.

Really, it's that simple.

Even a young child can do it.

After successfully completing all this, Cyril came to his father and brother who were happy but a little confused.

They are free.

As a hero, the boy who successfully dealt with them looked at the two people in front of him, but he couldn't smile sincerely like them.

Because he... is awake.

Cyril knew he was dreaming.

He has had this dream countless times.

He saved his long-dead father and brother in his dreams time and time again, and then felt endless emptiness after waking up.

He knew that his father and brother would never come back.

Even though I fully understand this fact in my heart, I know it better than anyone else!
What is gone will never come back.

But Cyril just couldn't let it go.

He couldn't let it go.

He couldn't get out.

Again and again, again and again!

He wandered in this dream like a ghost, killing those nobles countless times, but it was unable to reduce the anger in his heart.

And along with the anger comes deep self-blame.

If I had really done what I did in my dream at that time, would they have survived?

The more he thought about it, the more painful Cyril felt.

He also thought about forgetting everything and letting himself go.

But that is simply impossible.

As soon as he closed his eyes, he could see his father's pale and rotten face flash before his eyes, and his brother's charred arm burned by the fire fell on his shoulder.

Can not forget.

Later, Cyril figured it out.

I can't let go, and I can't let go.

No, absolutely not!
Every time, the dream almost ends here.

Afterwards, he will wake up completely, return to reality, and make a note in Cyril's Book of Hate.

Then wait for the next time I fall asleep and meet them again in my dreams.

But, for some reason, this dream was a little different from the past.

Those two people who were supposed to have no self-awareness actually reacted to Cyril's abnormality!

My brother joked, "Why are you in a daze again? Are you tired?"

The father said with some distress: "My silly child, don't push yourself so hard! If you get rid of them, your future will definitely be better."

"Come here, let me hug you."

!!!

Cyril shuddered and his eyes widened.

They spoke?!
"Father, you...wait, this is not right!" Cyril subconsciously wanted to rush over and hug them, but he quickly reacted.

"No, you are not them!"

He stopped, glared at the two people in front of him, gritted his teeth and said, "They are already dead! Who are you?"

Cyril was furious.

He didn't know what had interfered with his dream, but such a change must have been caused by external intervention.

Who is desecrating my dream?
Being glared at like that, both of them were a little confused. They looked at each other, then smiled at Cyril.

"What are you talking about? Don't you know who we are?"

The father shook his head, looked at his silly son with gentle eyes, and smiled: "We are not someone else, we are just the reflection of us in your heart."

Cyril frowned, unwilling to accept such an explanation easily.

"When did you become such a suspicious child?"

The elder brother saw his doubt and said with a curled lip: "If you don't believe me, let me think about how to prove it to you... That's right!"

He looked at Cyril playfully, with a teasing and ambiguous expression on his face, and laughed softly:

"Do you remember the women's underwear you found by the river? You thought it belonged to some young girl in the village, but it actually belonged to Mrs. Birka... yes, the sixty-year-old one at the time."

"You actually guessed it later, but you were unwilling to admit it to me."

Cyrillic:!!?

He had only told his brother about this extremely shameful thing, and he showed it off at the very beginning.

It is absolutely impossible for other people to understand such things!

The father touched his chin, thought for a moment and said, "Do I want one too? So, the last time you secretly washed the quilt because of bedwetting was when you were eight years old, and the first time..."

"Okay! Stop talking!" Cyril interrupted his father's revelation of his dark history.

He took a deep breath, feeling exhausted both physically and mentally.

Their father and brother had died long ago, and these secrets were only known to the three of them, so… they were truly just fantasies in their own minds.

"why?"

He lowered his head and lamented weakly: "Why do you still appear in front of me? If you are like this, I will never be able to forget you..."

popping.

As he was thinking, he felt someone patted his shoulder.

Cyril was stunned by the familiar action that he hadn't seen for many years.

"Haha! My stupid brother, why don't you understand?"

The elder brother pressed his shoulders, winked, and said with a smile: "You hate yourself so much, doesn't it make us two look incompetent?"

"We two never want you to live your whole life with such thoughts in your mind!"

On the other side, the father laughed and nodded, expressing his thoughts: "I hope you can grow up healthy and become a real man, a better blacksmith than me!"

Cyril stood there in a daze. He thought he had completely forgotten what his father said.

But when he heard it again, he felt extremely familiar.

My brother whispered softly in my ear:

"Unlike my father, I hope you don't have to be a blacksmith, and you can do what you want to do without staying by the fire all day like me."

"Like that thing you always wanted to be...right, a paladin?"

"And now it seems that our wishes have been half fulfilled? Hahaha!"

The father also nodded vigorously, very satisfied with his little son: "Well, you are now both a paladin and a real man!"

"Of course, if you get tired and don't want to be a paladin anymore, you can find a place to be a good blacksmith! You must be a better blacksmith than me! Pass on our family's craft!"

At this time, the elder brother interrupted and said, "Wait, this last one is actually not necessary, right? It seems that our family's cooking skills are not that good?"

My father was furious and shouted, "Nonsense! The Anvil Family learned their craft from the best dwarven blacksmith master. This is what my grandfather's father, your grandfather's grandfather, said..."

Cyril looked at his father and brother singing the same tune, and at first he trembled uncontrollably, and his eyes gradually turned red.

Is it really the hatred that he can't let go of?

No.

After so many years, his enemies were killed by him, and that hatred has long faded.

What he really couldn't let go of was the memory of this scene in his heart.

He escaped into his dreams again and again, trying to find the warmth of his family.

Cyril gritted his teeth to hold back his tears and asked hoarsely, "...Brother, will you blame me for not listening to you and not running away honestly in the end?"

"Father, am I your pride? Have I really not let you down?"

Even if the person in front of you is not a real relative.

Even if they are just my own fantasies.

He still wanted to ask, hoping to get an answer from them.

At this time, the father and brother stopped arguing and turned around to look at the tearful boy.

“…Pfft, hahahaha!”

The two men burst into laughter almost at the same time, and lifted Cyril up from the left and right.

"Need I say more? You did much better than I thought!"

"Son, you two have always been my pride."

ah ah ah...

Cyril felt the warmth from the two people, and the expression he had managed to maintain completely collapsed, and he began to cry loudly.

Like a child, he cried loudly and expressed his longing for his family. His father and brother did not speak again, but just listened to his incoherent talk quietly.

The loneliness after leaving my hometown, the hardship of training, the loneliness at night... trivial things and insignificant little secrets.

After talking for an unknown amount of time, Cyril finally calmed down.

He wiped his tears and pursed his lips.

In front of his father and brother, he showed the most embarrassing scene.

But he did not feel any embarrassment, instead he felt completely relaxed.

Even if they were not real, they gave him strength and courage.

Cyril looked at the two of them, his eyes full of reluctance. He had a feeling that his dream was about to be completely shattered.

"..."

At the last moment, he said what he had wanted to say for a long time.

"Father, brother...thank you."

It is no longer an apology, no longer self-blame, but an expression of gratitude with relief.

Thank you for giving me these warm memories.

"I will never forget you."

As for Cyril's true feelings, the two responded very easily:
"It doesn't matter whether you forget or not, just stop blaming yourself. I can't bear to watch this anymore."

"Haha! Keep being your Paladin. Love the weak as you love us, and even more as you love yourself."

Then, when the dream was about to be completely shattered, the brother suddenly said: "By the way, don't eat mushrooms you don't recognize next time."

My father nodded and said helplessly, "You should be more careful and don't eat anything you want just because you are in good health."

Cyrillic:?

"…What are you talking about?"

Just as he was thinking about it, he saw that his father and brother in front of him suddenly changed their appearance - they became two mushroom men with red umbrellas.

Mushroom father and son worked together and punched him in the stomach at the same time!
Poof——

……

"vomit!"

Cyril opened his eyes, but before he could take in the surrounding situation clearly, he sat up, holding his stomach, turned his head and spat out the foreign object in his throat.

pat.

A large mushroom that had been bitten four or five times burst out of his mouth and fell heavily to the ground.

"Hmm...cough cough!"

The bright red color of the umbrella cap seemed to be silently questioning him - I have grown into this state, and you still dare to eat me! ?
Cyril also looked confused, looking at the mushroom in confusion: "I ate this?"

When did you eat it?
Herbert, who was standing aside, nodded and continued, "Yeah, I don't understand why."

It's really strange.

"There are forty-two kinds of mushrooms here, and only this one is poisonous. You are quite good at choosing."

What a greedy little cat.

"Ok?"

This time, Cyril noticed someone beside him. After seeing clearly, he was shocked and said, "Why is it you?!"

It doesn't matter who it is, why has it to be him!

"Of course it's because I'm the leader in charge. Do you think I think so?"

Herbert spread his hands helplessly, then casually threw Cyril's Book of Hate back to him.

Cyril had many other questions he wanted to ask, but he forgot all about them after he subconsciously took the Book of Hate and asked in panic, "You! Have you read it?"

How did this end up in his hands?!
"I saw it." Herbert smiled and nodded, not shying away from his actions.

"you!"

Cyril was furious. He jumped up from the ground and was about to rush over to grab him by the collar.

But halfway through he realized his own excesses, stopped with an unpleasant expression, and glared at Herbert.

Cyril took back his hand, clenched it in front of him, and said angrily: "How can you just look through other people's things!?"

Herbert still smiled and said calmly:
"That's because you were unconscious on the ground at the time. I don't know whether you are dead or alive. I need to investigate all the clues to determine what happened to you."

"For example, your last words or something."

Cyril had calmed down by then and realized that there was nothing wrong with Herbert's behavior. Instead, it was himself who was a little rude for being too excited.

He hesitated for a moment, bowed his head deeply to Herbert, and said in a deep voice: "...I'm sorry, I had a bad attitude just now. Thank you for saving me."

Herbert looked at the short and strong young man who had become unusually frank, smiled, and shook his head.
"You don't have to thank me. I didn't do anything. It was a kind-hearted mushroom man who found and treated you. I just came to pick you up after being notified."

"Since you are okay, I will leave now."

Herbert didn't explain further, waved his hand and turned to leave.

"..."

Cyril did not stop him. He watched the boy leave silently with his eyes narrowed.

The gap between the two was already big, but now, unknowingly, it seems to have become even bigger.

I had survived a near-death experience in the dark region, and had gone through several battles. My face was in disarray, my body was covered in blood, and I even ate a highly poisonous mushroom while semi-conscious...

And what about the other party?

He was wearing a silver-white armor without any dirt, his hair was neat and tidy, and he walked lightly in the colony, looking out of place.

Cyril has always been a very confident person. He feels that he is gifted and is a genius destined to become a strong man.

But at this moment, when I was at my most embarrassed and saw others looking their most carefree, I couldn't help but feel inferior to them.

Perhaps I am really not as good as him...

Just as Herbert was about to leave, he suddenly turned around and smiled at the depressed Cyril: "Oh! I almost forgot to say that your signature is pretty good, with many styles."

"Later, when you become a legendary paladin, you can give these signatures to the ladies who adore you as gifts."

?

Cyril was stunned for a moment and asked in confusion: "…What did you say?"

What signature?
In response to Cyril's confusion, Herbert immediately expressed his "apologies".

"Oh? You think it's not ladies who will admire you? Ah, that's really rude. Please allow me to put it another way - you can give your autograph to the men who desire you."

Herbert nodded, smiling very amusedly.

If you don’t want to give it to a woman, then give it to a man.

Cyrillic:???

"That's not what I'm talking about!!!"

At this moment, all the feelings of inferiority and shame were thrown behind the mind.

"I! I...I'm not!"

"Hahaha, don't explain. I understand. You have your difficulties. I understand it all." Herbert laughed and waved his hands, nodding repeatedly with an expression that said "I understand everything."

Cyril became even angrier when he saw the smiling face, and wanted to rush over to have a good talk with him.

But after taking a few quick steps, he realized the problem.

The other party was not really laughing at him, but was trying to adjust the atmosphere and interfere with his emotions...

"Herbert!"

Cyril took a deep breath, lowered his head, and said loudly: "I'm sorry! I said those nasty words at the time, I... I'm really sorry about this!"

Apologize.

Since it is your own mistake, you should admit it as soon as possible and stop using your self-esteem as a boring excuse to procrastinate.

"Cyril, please look up."

Cyril slowly raised his head and found Herbert looking at him quietly.

The handsome young man with white hair, who looked like an angel, smiled and said, "What are you talking about? I don't remember you doing anything that required you to bow down to me."

"Hmm? That was when I was..."

Cyril subconsciously wanted to explain, but as soon as he opened his mouth he saw the smile in Herbert's eyes and closed his mouth.

You really don’t remember?

of course not.

But since I have chosen to be magnanimous and let the matter go, if I continue to insist, it will only make things worse.

"…Thank you for your tolerance, Sir Herbert."

Cyril knelt on one knee, bowed his head deeply, and said in a deep voice: "You are indeed a kind sir, just as Fao said."

Herbert lowered his eyes and looked at Cyril, chuckled and shook his head, not deliberately avoiding his kneeling.

Humans are social animals and need to integrate into society.

In this complex society, there are many kinds of relationships with others, which can be confusing.

But in the final analysis, there are only two types.

Become an enemy, or... become a friend.

In many cases, Herbert would give the other party the right to choose and let them decide which path to take.

Of course, if he had a choice, Herbert would still like to have more friends and fewer enemies around him.

After all, in such an interesting world, it would be too boring if the whole world was filled with enemies.

(End of this chapter)