Diary of the Improper Monster Girl Transformation.

Chapter 513 Do What You Want! (Please Subscribe!)
Oh!
She actually offered her hand to me?

Herbert never expected that Ophidia would become so obedient and docile at this moment.

"..."

Is this a trick on me?

Are they secretly preparing a counterattack?
Turning his head, Herbert only saw Ophidia, who was staring straight ahead, and her neck and earlobes, which were gradually turning pink.

Hmm...it doesn't seem like it.

She seems to have truly begun to follow her heart and try to live more authentically.

Moreover, with just a little observation, one can notice that she is not as calm as she appears on the surface.

Her breathing was slightly rapid, her fingertips were trembling slightly, and she could feel her whole body resisting.

She is nervous.

If you look even closer, you can feel the pulse coming from your fingertips, which is gradually accelerating.

Yes, I'm very nervous.

"She's so cute~"

"...Yes, you are right."

Although Nenasha spoke at a very inopportune time, Herbert agreed with His point of view.

Ophidia, you are so cute.

It makes you want to bully it.

But people's fates are truly different.
When faced with this urge to bully Eliza, Herbert would not hesitate to give in to his impulse without hesitation.

He was happy, and Eliza was happy too.

But Ophidia is clearly not suited to this treatment, at least not at this point in time.

So Herbert took a small breath and suppressed the urge to secretly tickle her palm with his fingertips.

Pretending not to notice, he took Ophidia's slender hand as naturally as possible and led her forward.

"let's go."

"……Um."

The two strolled quietly through the secluded forest, their steps light and gentle.

At first, Ophidia was worried that Herbert might take advantage of her and misunderstand her meaning, or do something impolite.

This time, she softened her heart again.

Although he didn't think Herbert was telling the whole truth, he understood that Herbert was indeed thinking of him, so after some hesitation, he went along with his idea.

She shed her armor-like disguise and revealed her true self.

As for holding hands...

Since we've already done so many things we're not used to, we might as well do a little more.

But after actually holding hands, Ophidia realized where she had gone wrong.

She underestimated the power of physical contact, especially for a fledgling with no experience; it was too stimulating.

The touch and warmth from my fingertips, the sweet scent emanating from the other person, the sound of their breathing in my ear, and the pounding of their heart... Oh, that's my own heartbeat.

All these factors combined, even though it was just a matter of removing a coat and it was just a very ordinary touch of fingertips, gave Ophidia the illusion that she was completely naked, as if the two of them had already been completely naked together.

In fact, she was even more nervous than Herbert had guessed.

Ophidia remained tense for a while, so much so that she couldn't remember what she had seen on the way, and felt as if she were in a daze.

But after a long period of time without the events she was wary of happening, Ophidia gradually calmed down.

Could it be that I was just too nervous?
She cautiously glanced to the side and discovered that Herbert wasn't paying any attention to her at all.

Actually, he didn't have those thoughts?

"..."

Ophidia couldn't quite articulate what she was thinking about this discovery.

Are you relieved?
Or are you disappointed by his hypocrisy?

But gradually, Ophidia's fluctuating emotions calmed down, her tense body began to relax, and she had the leisure to appreciate the scenery around her.

She finally began to enjoy this long-lost "freedom".

The forest was shrouded in thick fog, the air was damp, and there were plants she had never seen before... Everything here seemed unfamiliar to her.

But at the same time, it also has a reassuring sense of familiarity.

It's not about the surrounding environment, but about cherishing the act itself at that moment.

How long has it been since I last took a walk in the woods like this?

Before she carried the expectations of her companions, she was once an innocent girl who loved to run around outside.

"Perhaps, but it's been over a thousand years... Hehe, it really has been a long time."

Ophidia muttered to herself, unaware that the corners of her mouth were turning up slightly, and she no longer felt any resistance to the large hand she was holding.

The two held hands, their posture becoming more and more natural, and the slight awkwardness caused by their initial discomfort gradually disappeared into silence.

Just when Ophidia thought they would continue like this forever, Herbert suddenly stopped.

"Ah, so it's finally come to this?"

Ophidia, regaining her senses, thought with considerable regret.

She didn't know when it happened, but she actually felt that it might not be so bad if the two of them continued like this.

But she also knew in her heart that this was just an unrealistic fantasy, an impossible wish.

Ophidia wasn't a child who threw tantrums over things she couldn't have.

Although I feel regret, I also understand that nothing in this world is permanent and everything will eventually come to an end.

“Herbert, thank you for allowing me to relax today. Now, should we head back... um?”

She wanted to let go and formally express her gratitude to Herbert.

Although the journey was not long, it held extra significance for her.

It was enough for her to look back on that brilliant but short-lived youth, and that lonely and long thousand years.

But to his surprise, Herbert did not let Ophidia leave, and held her hand firmly.

"Go back? What are you talking about? This day has only just begun!"

Herbert turned his head and smiled at Ophidia, gently squeezing her slender hand in his, gesturing for her to look ahead.

Just beginning?
Ophidia was puzzled and could only follow Herbert's gaze.

The next moment, after seeing the scenery clearly, she couldn't help but let out a soft gasp.

"Wow……"

Before me stretched a vast expanse of azure flowers.

Flowers unlike anything I'd ever seen before grew wildly on the hill, swaying in a pale blue light and emitting a faint fragrance.

Mysterious and beautiful, it possesses a fatal attraction that makes one want to touch it.

Ophelia instinctively walked forward, wanting to get closer to the flower field.

She succeeded.

Before she knew it, Herbert had loosened his grip on her hand, which he had been reluctant to let go of, and was now smiling gently at her, encouraging her:
"Go ahead and do what you want."

What do I want to do?

Ophelia hesitated, then suddenly shook her head and smiled, no longer thinking about it, but following the impulse in her heart.

She carefully walked through the sea of ​​flowers, trying her best not to crush any of the blossoms.

After swaying left and right for a while, Ophidia hesitated noticeably when she arrived at the center of the flower field.

Now, there's no way to keep hiding anymore.

But soon, she nodded, pursed her lips, and made a decision—go, do what you want to do.

So Ophidia slowly lay down.

She closed her eyes, lay down on the soft mattress covered with flowers, her chest rising and falling as she slowly exhaled.

"what……"

That sigh seemed to contain a great deal of emotion.

There is the endless exhaustion of being a "keeper of secrets" all by oneself, and the relief of finally having someone to share the burden with.

However, she also possessed a vulnerability hidden beneath her strong exterior and concealed in the shadow of her hood.

Ophelia was not actually a very strong person.

Her personality was predominantly characterized by gentleness and laziness.

It is because of the inescapable responsibilities that I have become the way I am now, and it is to prevent others from discovering that I have pretended to be mature and intellectual.

She's actually always been quite naive.

I want to be lazy, I want to run away, I want... someone to know my sadness.

The archbishop was in the know, but not a suitable ally.

He can make a listening gesture, but he's completely incapable of empathy.

He...He is too powerful to understand the joys and sorrows of someone as weak as himself.

The others in the monastery weren't even qualified to know those secrets; to tell them would be to murder them.

Therefore, Ophelia could only shut her mouth, swallow all the pain, and endure it all alone.

Then, a young boy appeared in the monastery.

Ophidia had already noticed him when he first arrived at the monastery.

But she was merely amazed by his appearance and the similar temperament to her own.

The boy with white hair seemed gentle and mild, but deep in his eyes, he always harbored intense emotions.

The way he suppressed his anger and pain while putting on a helpless and calm expression made Ophidia feel like she was seeing herself.

Ophelia hated this version of herself.

Therefore, after initially noticing him, Ophidia deliberately withdrew her gaze and stopped paying attention to him.

Even thinking that out of sight, out of mind, they let their subordinates do as they pleased, tacitly approving that Herbert be assigned to that terrible place, the Third Discipline Institute.

Because that was a place out of her sight, she didn't need to notice the guy.

Her sullen acquiescence almost led to a bad outcome.

Fortunately, this guy was no ordinary person either. Not only was he not harmed by the evil god's follower, but he also came into the archbishop's sight.

Finally, it entered my life and even became a pillar of my spirit.

"Fate is truly unpredictable."

Ophidia murmured a sigh, noticing someone walk up to her and slowly lie down like her.

She didn't open her eyes, didn't flinch, and didn't even show resistance or unease.

She let Herbert lie freely beside her, breathing in the fragrance of the flower field together.

She simply felt at peace, incredibly secure.

Ophelia fell asleep.

I fell asleep peacefully in an unfamiliar place without any precautions.

As the blazing sun set, the gentle moon rose high, and night fell, she slowly opened her eyes.

"..."

Even after Ophidia woke up, she didn't feel anything was wrong. She was only dazed for a moment before sitting up naturally.

And she was also aware of this natural reason.

Because Herbert was there.

Beside her, the boy had already sat up, fiddling with a few flowers in his hands, his fingers weaving nimbly. After noticing that she had woken up, he handed her the flower wreath.

"Here."

Ophelia hesitated for a moment, but did not flinch. At Herbert's prompting, she lowered her head and let him place the wreath on her head.

"Yes, it's really good."

Herbert admired Ophelia wearing the flower wreath, nodded with satisfaction at his work, and smiled, "Ophelia, don't you think this flower looks a lot like you?"

"And me?"

Ophidia tilted her head curiously, looking around at the flowers, but found no special connection to them.

Could it be that there are snakes here?

"Because it's poisonous?"

Ophidia could sense that the seemingly harmless blue flower actually had a layer of toxins attached to its petals.

If an ordinary person were to accidentally touch it, they would most likely die in agony because multiple organs, including the heart, would be paralyzed.

However, this toxin is no longer effective against legendary-level powerhouses, let alone her, an epic-level monster girl, whose constitution is sufficient to make her immune to the vast majority of toxins in this world.

"No, of course not for that reason."

Herbert shook his head helplessly, then handed another wreath to Ophidia and bowed to her.

Ophelia put the wreath on him without hesitation. Since he had already been so willful today, there was no difference in being a little more unrestrained.

"What's that for?"

Herbert said with a smile, "Because it's beautiful, because it's mysterious and dangerous, and also because of... the unexpected contrast."

"At our first meeting, you showed goodwill, but I thought you were a difficult person to approach. However, I later realized I was wrong."

"Mysterious and powerful, those are indeed your traits, but they are by no means your whole story."

As Herbert spoke, he raised his left hand, and a ball of light flew from his fingertips, bursting into a bright flash in mid-air.

The light dispelled the darkness of the flower field and melted away the thick fog that hung over it, allowing the starry night sky to shine on this land for the first time in a long time.

Swish!
The moment the moonlight fell, the flowers that had already bloomed reacted simultaneously, trembling slightly and radiating an even more beautiful, star-like glow.

Countless soft lights shone in the flower field, illuminating the two people in the center.

!!!

Ophelia completely lost control of her expression in this scene, staring in awe and fascination at the dreamlike spectacle.

I heard the boy's gentle voice in my ear.

"Brilliant, splendid, seemingly calm, but actually always chasing the light."

"Don't you think it's just like you?"

(End of this chapter)