Diary of the Improper Monster Girl Transformation.

Chapter 57 The Real Eliza? (13)
When the two bishops left in a quarrel, Herbert, who was left under the car, waited for a while and then gave up.

Wait?
What's the point of waiting even if the flowers have wilted?
No more waiting!
After Herbert greeted and got to know the good brothers of the Knights at the training ground, he returned to the monastery under the guidance of Sister Kaplan who was waiting outside the training ground.

The nun came with the judge to snatch the man, but she did not run away with him. Instead, she stayed and waited for Herbert - it was obvious that she had something to say.

Sure enough, on the way back, she seemed to inadvertently tell Herbert about what happened to Ivanka and him in the interrogation room.

Herbert was a little curious at first, but after listening halfway he waved his hand to indicate that there was no need to say more.

Even though they were dealing with one of their own, an interrogation was still an interrogation, so they couldn't go easy on him...

Especially in a world with healing magic, the horror of interrogation can be raised to several levels.

The specific content can only be described as something that makes men silent and women cry. Those who hear it are sad and those who listen to it cry. It is so tragic.

Herbert understood the meaning of the words and waved his hand, saying tactfully: That's enough! Let's stop while we're ahead! We're all colleagues! I don't care...

Although there were reasons why he didn't want to hear any more details, it was more because he really didn't care about those two people.

He didn't really care whether they were tortured or escaped interrogation.

Anyway, there is no deep hatred, as long as I achieve my own goal, that's enough.

Almost done.

You have to be merciful and merciful.

Although Sister Kaplan just nodded and said nothing, Herbert felt that there was more tenderness in her eyes when she looked at him.

Favorability improved!
When he returned to the monastery, Herbert ignored everything else and took a good sleep after not sleeping all night. He did not wake up until dinner time.

"It's not a problem to have a day or two of reversed day and night, but it's not a good thing in the long run! I don't know when I'll die suddenly..."

Herbert didn't want to die young, as he still had a lot of things to do in his life.

"You still have to improve your strength. If you are strong enough, you won't need so much sleep."

After carefully analyzing the abilities he had acquired so far, Herbert realized that the top priority now was to continue collecting materials on the monster girls.

Compared to training like the good brothers in the Knights, the abilities obtained through monster materials are much faster and much more powerful.

Perhaps, some people will feel that the abilities gained in this way are false and are not as good as the abilities gained through hard work.

But for Herbert - it was just like taking off your pants to fart.

Lingshan is far away, why bother to go to the faraway place instead of the near one?
Since there is already a shortcut, why take the longer route?

Is it fun to torture yourself?

Shake M?
If yes, add a micro... cough.

Herbert would not dwell on such details. He never cared about the source of his abilities. Whatever he could hold firmly in his hands was the best.

If he really was concerned about this kind of thing, he wouldn't have chosen to be Nenasha's companion in the first place, and would have been played around by the God of Harmony long ago.

So, after sorting out the current situation, Herbert went into the alien prison again after dinner, and swallowed the blood that he had cheated (on credit) from Eliza, mixed with his own blood.

grunt.

Afterwards, Herbert regained consciousness in the scene of a chase between a loving father and a filial daughter.

"Wow! It's still the victim's first-person perspective."

How exciting!
Anyway, none of this was real, and Herbert, who had had several similar experiences, was enjoying the scene in front of him as if he were watching a drama.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, what a great show!"

The environment is a gloomy castle under the cover of night, with blood and corpses scattered all over the ground.

Characters, father and daughter.

Conflict, patricide.

The murderer is the small-time vampire Elisa Fate who was locked in the coffin, and the victim is the one who claims to be Elisa's father, let's call him Prince Fate.

Although he had known Eliza's title of "Parricide" for a long time, he had never known why she killed her father. Now was obviously a good time to explore the secret!
Come on, old father, hold on a little longer and try to reveal more information!
Herbert secretly cheered for Prince Fat, hoping that he could fight for his chance.

But unfortunately, the time for his exit is about to come, and Prince Fat has reached the end of his rope.

He was so weak that he no longer had the strength to transform into mist or other animals. He could only run on his weak legs - his right leg was broken.

"Run? Where can you run to?" Eliza's voice was evil and revealed with undisguised joy and ridicule.

She did not try to catch up with him, but followed behind him like a shadow like a maggot on the tarsal bone, admiring the ugly appearance of her father as he fled in a panic.

Like a wild animal playing with its prey, it watched him run around leisurely.

"No, no, no, no! You monster! I'm your father! How could you... ah!"

After running away for a while, Prince Fat stumbled and fell to the ground weakly.

thump.

He fell heavily to the ground and struggled to get up and continue, but the people behind him had lost interest.

"Okay, I've seen enough of you running away, so let's stop here."

Eliza, somewhat bored, stepped directly on Prince Fat's back. The sharp heel of her shoe pierced into his body from the back, piercing his heart that had stopped beating long ago.

laugh--

"Cough!" Prince Fate coughed up a mouthful of black blood. He endured the severe pain and looked back with difficulty, but he only saw a ball of black mist with bloody light.

She didn't even bother to show her true appearance in front of him.

"But, your...father!" Prince Fat was puzzled and didn't understand why things had come to this point.

What went wrong?
The only response he got was a cold sneer coming from the black fog.

"Tsk! Father?"

Eliza sneered: "You don't really think that as long as you force us to give you blood and turn us into vampires, there will be a blood relationship between you and me?"

"ridiculous!"

Prince Fate was silent.

Of course, he was aware of how bad his relationship was with the children he had given birth to.

In the end, he did not beg for mercy, but cursed in a low voice: "You are guilty, you will forever bear the sin of patricide, and you will never be punished..."

Before he could finish his curse, a flash of blood appeared and his head left his neck and rolled on the ground.

"Sin? Ha."

"Everyone is guilty, including me, including you... We are all guilty."

"If I am guilty, let the gods punish me."

Finally, after Prince Fatt's head rolled several times, Herbert finally saw Eliza's face clearly.

Under the full moon, the girl with silver hair and bloodshot eyes was bathing in the bright moonlight, with a slightly crazy smile on her lips, and the blood-red cloak behind her was moving in the wind.

What impressed him most was not anything else but the smile on her lips.

Crazy.

Pleasure.

She is enjoying the process.

Eliza sneered and continued to speak blasphemous words:
"But they are not worthy yet!"

"No one has the right to punish me!!!"

(End of this chapter)