Diary of the Improper Monster Girl Transformation.

Chapter 33 I Became a Stand-in (Please Read!)
"The situation is not good."

Being stared at by everyone with scrutinizing eyes, Herbert felt his back tighten slightly and pursed his lips slightly.

Suspicion, speculation, and even outright hostility... He endured all the malice from others alone.

In his heart, Herbert could understand their behavior in the current situation of being hostile to others - just thinking rationally.

As a newcomer who had only arrived for a month and had not yet fully integrated into the Misty Monastery, Herbert was an outsider in the eyes of others.

Moreover, he was a noble of a kingdom with a very bad status, a solitary fellow who had no contact with other people.

So, when a murder occurs, who is the most suspicious among the crowd?
Hey, it’s really me!

So Herbert understood their suspicion and hostility towards him.

But...it's just understanding.

Emotionally, Herbert could not accept the unfair situation of being treated as a suspect.

Because he didn't do it.

I didn't do it, why should I be treated like this?
Why?
Besides, he was forced here precisely because of wrongful imprisonment.

It has happened once, is it going to happen a second time?

In addition, although Herbert understood the importance of cooperating with the investigation, he could not be so naive to trust others.

It was fine when he was in the kingdom. Although he was wrongly imprisoned, no one dared to punish him.

But what about here?

The art of memory recovery is not only available in the previous life. Torturing confessions has always been an old tradition used throughout the world.

What good people can there be in the court?
Do these angry inquisitors really care about their noble status?
Will not.

These guys would rather kill someone by mistake than let them go, and at most they would provide the highest level of recovery treatment afterwards - but what the hell is the use of that!
The pain you have suffered cannot be easily overcome by simply returning to normal.

The wound may eventually heal, but the scar left behind will never completely disappear.

A certain Asian college student who initially just wanted to fall in love was tortured to the point of having white hair, and his entire personality changed drastically.

I have white hair now, so there is no need for me to go through this trouble.

Therefore, Herbert must not show weakness at this time, let alone actively cooperate with the investigation!
Having made up his mind, Herbert's expression changed slightly and he snorted.

"Ah."

His expression was as calm as water, his eyes became disdainful, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he responded to everyone's gaze in a neither humble nor arrogant manner.

But Herbert did not ask any questions.

He is waiting.

He knew that he didn't need to take the initiative at this time, as someone would surely not be able to hold back and attack him, the "suspect".

really.

He didn't have to wait long before an angry voice broke the silence of the hall.

"What are you waiting for!?"

A tall bald nun stepped out from the crowd, glared at Herbert, clenched her right hand tightly, and said with gritted teeth: "Why don't you catch this murderer!"

Everyone's eyes fell on her. Some people obviously wanted to move, but stopped when they saw that the middle-aged disciplinary nun did not move.

The middle-aged punishment nun did not immediately follow the bald nun's instigation to attack Herbert. Instead, she slowly asked, "Why do you think he is the murderer? I don't think he is strong enough to hurt Frank."

Hearing this, some monks frowned slightly.

Yes, based on his strength...it seems not enough.

"Because he is a blasphemer!"

The bald nun remained firm in her belief and said, "That day, I saw him coming out of the kitchen! He must have done something to those grass carps!"

grass carp?

Herbert blinked, feeling that something was not right.

Wait, am I a stand-in? Kid, that wasn't me!

Without giving Herbert time to explain, the other monk's expression changed after hearing "grass carp". He hesitated for a moment and raised his hand, saying slowly:

"Well, I also found traces of blasphemy near the Well of Mourning. On that day... he also passed by there."

Both of them had vaguely discovered some traces of blasphemy, but because they had not found any solid evidence of the perpetrator, they were afraid of alerting the criminals and kept silent and did not tell anyone else.

And what’s so coincidental is that Herbert was present at all of these events.

broken.

It's hard to explain.

Just as Herbert was about to explain, his pupils suddenly shrank.

A large amount of malice surged towards him, even more than before!

When the name "blasphemer" was uttered, the monks who had already shown signs of calming down suddenly tore off their disguise and revealed their hideous bloody fangs.

Countless grim gazes fell on him from all over the hall, as if they would rush out to judge and purify him in the next second.

As Herbert had initially judged, the ascetics had no problem exterminating potential heretics.

This is true even if the other person is a young man who has lived and eaten with them for a whole month and can call out their names.

Heretics will be killed without mercy.

Eliminating heretics is even more important than hunting down the murderer!

"..."

The turbulent and expanding malice almost swallowed Herbert. One wrong step would have completely fallen into the abyss, but he was unexpectedly calm at this moment.

After calming down, he even felt like laughing.

Herbert did not respond. He just looked around silently and looked at the monks calmly.

Some people would look him in the eye, but more would subconsciously look away.

"Ah."

Glancing around, he looked at the leading disciplinary monk and found that her expression remained calm.

The Sister of Punishment saw him looking at her and asked calmly, "Herbert, do you have anything to explain?"

Herbert nodded, but then shook his head.

He did not explain anything to the disciplinary sister, but turned to look at the two monks who "reported" him, and asked slowly in a very calm tone:
"Sister Ivanka, Brother Jeffs, can I take it that what you just said... is questioning my purity?"

Explanation?

Explain what?
[The first rule for laning: Don’t try to prove yourself, and don’t let yourself be drawn into the other party’s rhythm.]

Without waiting for their answer, Herbert untied the bandage on his left hand and raised his left hand high, the blood of which had not yet completely dried.

The next moment.

Brilliant golden light burst out from the back of his hand, and the dazzling holy mark pierced into everyone's eyes like a holy sword.

That is——the Pure Stigma! ?

It was not until this time that some monks knew what vow Herbert had made.

Vow of Purity.

If Herbert is a blasphemer, then what is this genuine stigmata?
It can't be an illusion, right?
Amid the uproar, everyone heard Herbert's second question.

他 说:

"So, are you questioning the god who gave me the protection?"

[The second principle of laning: only attack, no defense, unrivaled in the world! ]

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