Diary of the Improper Monster Girl Transformation.

Chapter 453 The Legendary "That Person"

"Please let me help you!"

After struggling with the decision for half a day, Cyril finally made his decision.

Help them.

They abandoned their prejudices against other races and chose to help these poor, beast-like humans.

These people in front of me are not human, but more like monsters.

For a paladin who has always upheld the principle of "humanity first," this was a very difficult decision.

Cyril really made a huge decision to go against his ancestors.

Because they were kind to him, they were the ones who saved his life.

After finally making the decision, Cyril breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that it wasn't so hard to accept after all.

Based on Cyril's current interactions with these beastmen, while they may not be benevolent, they certainly cannot be considered evil.

True evildoers would not choose to rescue strangers they encounter from a group of monsters and bring them back to their important camp for treatment.

Cyril should have already returned to the Misty Monastery by this time.

Instead of returning to the monastery with his companions, he voluntarily stayed in the dark region, partly to hone his skills and partly to complete the task Herbert had assigned him.

Herbert once obtained a potion recipe called "Perfect Bloodline" from an unlucky guy who called himself "The Fury Man," which required collecting blood from different races.

He originally planned to buy it directly, but since Cyril took the initiative to stay, he entrusted him with the task of collecting the blood of various races in the Dark Regions.

And Cyril ultimately did not disappoint Herbert.

After surviving dozens of perilous situations and exhausting all his healing methods, he finally managed to collect a total of twenty different types of blood.

Although it falls short of his goal of at least forty, this achievement is enough to repay Lord Herbert's trust.

So Cyril did not continue to force himself to stay, but instead chose to leave and embark on the road back to the monastery.

Nothing unexpected happened on the way out of the dark area; they carefully avoided any possible battles.

Cyril's smooth return journey made him lower his guard, and he completely relaxed after returning to the ground.

This carelessness ultimately led to bitter consequences.

Cyril encountered an accident while passing through the Forest of Oblivion.

Because of his carelessness, he didn't realize that he had been targeted and made prey.

Despite his high-level strength, he was targeted as a prey by a group of arrogant but powerful slave traders.

What caught Cyril even more off guard was that there was a legendary-level combatant among them!
This is incredible!

Although the mysterious legend did not make a move, his mere presence was enough to influence the course of the battle, making Cyril dare not unleash his full power in resistance.

After being ambushed by thieves, Cyril escaped despite his injuries, eventually managing to escape the slave traders' pursuit and disappearing into a forest marked as extremely dangerous.

However, after finally escaping from the slave traders, Cyril had no time to catch his breath.

The dense branches blocked the slave trader's path, but the bloodstains on his body attracted inhuman hunters.

Cyril, who had wandered into the forest, was treated as a delicious gift, with countless eyes watching him closely in the dark, trying to tear flesh from his body.

In the forest, Cyril was attacked by hordes of monsters.

Just when Cyril was beginning to despair, thinking he was about to meet his end, he encountered the beastman guard captain who was out hunting.

Thanks to the guard captain's help, he was able to survive and recover from his wounds.

It was this kindness that made Cyril decide to put aside his prejudice against other races and fulfill his duty as a paladin.

Help these weak beastmen find a new home!
He was willing to pay the price with his life for this.

only……

Although Cyril made a decision, it did not mean that the beastmen would necessarily accept his good intentions.

The cold-faced captain of the guard looked at Cyril, shook his head, and silently lowered his eyes.

"..."

Although Cyril's expression was serious, the will he conveyed was also genuine.

But the tall, beast-like man opposite him, whose chest was covered with hideous scars, did not smile.

The tall, silent, and scarred man with cat ears, after a moment of silence, raised his hand, patted Cyril on the shoulder, and shook his head silently.

Although he didn't say anything, his meaning was already very clear.

Thank you, but no, it's not necessary.

Um! ! ?
"Mr. Brooke?"

Brook Beast Ear, as the second strongest fighter in the Beast Ear Clan, possesses peak high-level strength and his status is second only to the Great Shaman who also serves as the clan leader.

Although the Great Shaman possesses legendary strength, he is quite old, and his true strength is probably not as great as that of the guard captain before him.

After the Great Shaman dies, he will undoubtedly become the chieftain of this nomadic clan, and he already wields considerable decision-making power within the tribe.

When he brought the seriously injured Cyril to the territory, no one openly opposed it because of Brook.

Cyril believed that with Brooke's consent, he could successfully serve as their guard and thus repay the debt of saving his life.

But now... he was politely refused.

what?
Cyril was caught off guard by the rejection. After a moment of awkwardness, he asked somewhat flusteredly, "What do you mean? Have you misunderstood? My strength is actually..."

But before he could finish speaking, the other person's large hand on his shoulder tightened slightly, choking him with the rest of his words.

Brooke looked into his eyes and slowly but firmly shook her head.

No.

"This……"

Cyril's expression turned somewhat awkward; he didn't know how to continue the argument.

Brewer then silently turned his head away, trying to avoid the other person's gaze.

rustling.

Just as the atmosphere between the two became awkward, a rustling sound came from the bushes beside them, and then a small head peeked out from the leaves.

A little girl with white cat ears looked at the two men, her bright eyes and clear smile dispelling the awkward atmosphere between them.

The little girl, who had wandered in, coughed knowingly and said loudly, "Uncle Cyril, don't misunderstand! My father isn't looking down on you; he actually meant to say that this has nothing to do with you."

As soon as he finished speaking, the cold, hard man who had been staring into the distance nodded immediately, breathed a sigh of relief, and slumped his shoulders.

"Uh-huh."

The burly cat-eared man released his hand from Cyril's shoulder, scratched his head somewhat awkwardly, and gave him an embarrassed but polite dry laugh.

The guard captain, who was not good with words, especially with communicating with strangers, almost choked on his own words.

Thankfully, his beloved daughter came to translate, otherwise it would have been truly awkward. He smiled indulgently, bent down, picked his daughter up from the bushes, and placed her directly on his left shoulder.

"hehe."

Cyril's expression on the other side was equally fascinating.

He didn't feel that the misunderstanding had been cleared up; rather, he was filled with deep doubt.

"Wait, what did you just call me? Uncle... Uncle?"

The young man, who was not yet twenty years old, tilted his head in confusion.

me?

He touched his chin in confusion, then touched his wildly growing beard.

Okay, case solved.

He hadn't cared about his appearance at all in the shadowy areas, and his beard had completely transformed into a bearded man, making him look nothing like a young man.

If you gave him a big hammer, he'd look exactly like a dwarf blacksmith.

Although Cyril was indeed a blacksmith by trade, and his bloodline seemed to be mixed with some dwarven blood.

The petite, cat-eared girl sat on her father's shoulders, listened to his whispered murmurs for a while, then turned to Cyril and relayed:
“Dad said that although you are a powerful warrior, Uncle Cyril, this is a matter for the Beast Ear Clan and we do not need the help of outsiders.”

"Besides, you're already injured, so you should focus on healing and not get involved in our affairs."

The girl held her father's head and gently shook her head: "Besides... whether the clan will ultimately migrate is not yet completely decided; it depends on everyone's decision."

"Although this is not the best place, we have lived here for a long time and are unwilling to leave easily."

"Although the clan chief is known as a wise man, he is old and often says such foolish things... Um, I said that, please pretend you didn't hear it!"

The girl's name was Casey Beast Ears. Although her overly thin and petite body made her look only seven or eight years old, she was actually fifteen years old and not a child who knew nothing.

As one of the very few in her community who had received a systematic education, Casey was not as naive as she appeared.

She looked quietly at Cyril, whose expression was conflicted, and said softly, "Uncle Cyril, you don't need to feel like you owe us anything. Dad saved you not to get anything in return from you."

"Your willingness to help the clan hunt is enough to repay us; there's no need to do anything more."

Cyril remained silent, then shook his head resolutely.

“You may think that this is enough, but I cannot be so naive as to think that it is inconsistent with my beliefs.”

He will not accept such an outcome.

His pride wouldn't allow him to just stand by and watch his benefactor die!
If that person knew that I had backed down at this time, he would definitely blame me.

After seeing Cyril's statement, Brooke and her father exchanged a glance and shook their heads helplessly.

"Uncle, don't you understand? We're rejecting you!"

"I know, but..."

"There's no 'but'... Sigh! Never mind, I'll just tell you straight."

Seeing Cyril's serious expression, the girl sighed softly, then her expression changed, and she said in a slightly cold voice:
"We don't need your help, and this isn't an act of bravado."

"And even if we really had to wander again... do you think we'd be afraid? How long do you think we, this cursed people, have been wandering?"

"Do you want to help us? Out of gratitude? Or out of pity?"

“If you want to repay a debt of gratitude, we have already said that we do not need your repayment. If you insist on doing so, then shut your mouth and do what you should do.”

"And if you want to become the savior of your clan out of pity, then I advise you to save your breath."

A faint sneer appeared on the cat-eared girl's face, not directed at Cyril, but at themselves.

As for the cursed fate they bear.

"How many times do you think we, the cursed people, have hoped and been disappointed?"

"Throughout these long years, do you think you were the only one willing to lend us a helping hand?"

"no."

"We have been deceived countless times, and our hope has been taken away countless times!"

"Can you guarantee that you are the one who can truly save us?"

The girl calmly looked at the paladin whose lips were tightly pursed, then shook her head after a moment, sighed emotionlessly, and whispered:
"Clearly, you are not that person."

The Great Shaman of the Beast-Eared Clan once left behind a prophecy—that they would eventually be saved by a hero from beyond their destiny, ending their long wandering journey.

As for Cyril, who was being groomed to be the next Great Shaman, she did not feel any so-called destiny, let alone be a special person outside of destiny.

This wounded soldier, though upright and of excellent character, was not favored by fate.

In the future, he might become a powerful warrior, able to help them in terms of strength, but not enough to resist the misfortunes that befall them.

"Uncle, don't insist anymore."

"There are countless examples that prove that associating with us will be rejected by fate."

"so……"

Having seemingly finished discussing serious matters, Casey's attitude returned to its innocent and carefree state, and she said with a grin, "Uncle, you're so weak, you shouldn't try to be strong anymore."

The girl's "naive" but straightforward words made Cyril's lips twitch.

That's the logic, and that's the fact, but could you please put it more tactfully?
The truth is still a bit hurtful.

"Besides, my father and I don't want you to sacrifice yourself in vain, but the others in the clan may not think so."

The girl, enjoying Cyril's embarrassed expression, said with a grin, "You'd better be more careful."

"Alright, I've said everything I needed to say. You can leave now, otherwise it won't be easy for you to leave once others find out."

Casey waved to Cyril, signaling for her father to take her away.

However, after his mother passed away, his father, who had always been obedient to him, did not cooperate this time. He stood quietly in place, looking ahead with an appreciative expression.

Ok?
The girl blinked in surprise, then heard the man's reply behind her.

“No, Miss Casey, I will not leave.”

Turning around, I saw Uncle Cyril kneeling on one knee, his face calm but firm, saying, "Although I am weak, as a paladin, I will not abandon you and leave alone before I have repaid this life-saving grace."

"Furthermore, although I do not have the ability to truly help your clan, I know an esteemed person who... may possess such qualifications."

At this moment, although Cyril had no evidence, his belief was unwavering.

It wasn't because of myself, but because of my trust in that person.

他 说:

"Lord Herbert, you will surely be saved!"

(End of this chapter)