Diary of the Improper Monster Girl Transformation.

Chapter 89 Your Thoughts (35)
"Along with the Misty Mountains, there appeared a temple made of bones of various races, in which stood a statue of a girl bowing her head in prayer."

"It is very difficult for gods to completely perish, especially those ancient gods who were born from the origin of the world."

"Death is not the end for them. They are always waiting for an opportunity. As long as the opportunity is right, they will be resurrected again."

"However, the ancient god's resurrection plan ultimately failed. All of his power was suppressed by the holy statue."

"In the end, the Saint transformed everything about herself into this statue, suppressing the God all day long, not giving Him a chance to revive."

"And the Mist Monastery was established for this purpose, to inherit the Saint's will, to guard the seal, and not give the Ancient God any chance."

The archbishop looked up at the temple space, which had changed over time and no longer bore the original hideous appearance of the skeletons, and nodded slightly.

almost.

It's almost complete success.

"It is estimated that in another thousand years, He will completely perish and merge into the Sea of ​​Chaos."

"..."

Herbert frowned. After listening to the epic story, he was indeed shocked and amazed by the feat of that peerless woman.

But the story sounded very interesting, and he always felt that something was not right.

But at the same time, he also thought of a key point.

"Your Excellency the Archbishop, is there any hidden story behind this?"

"Oh?"

Herbert squinted his eyes and carefully observed the posture of the statue, but he could not sense any pain or struggle from it.

She probably did this voluntarily.

"If the Saint was able to suppress the Ancient God even after her death, why didn't she destroy him completely at that time?"

If I'm not mistaken, the Saint had the upper hand in that battle.

You are really fierce...

"You actually noticed that."

The old man nodded approvingly, then shook his head and sighed: "Just as you thought, the Saint eventually suppressed the Ancient God and was able to completely digest Him and replace Him completely."

With just one more step forward, she would be able to seize everything from the ancient gods, ignite the divine fire, lift up the throne, and ascend to the sky completely.

But she gave up and refused to become a god.

"The Saint did not do so. On the one hand, it was because she was determined not to become a god. On the other hand, it was probably because of her love for all."

"For this saint who loves everything in the world, even the evil ancient gods can probably be saved."

Herbert was silent.

Did the saint become a virgin after she softened her heart at the last moment?
But he really didn't think that a being with the courage to fight his way into the kingdom of God would change his mind at the last minute because of such a ridiculous reason as "being soft-hearted for a moment".

Did she discover something at the last minute?

"Don't think too much, kid."

While Herbert was daydreaming, the archbishop's voice once again woke him up from his confusion.

"This is her fate."

"Saint Nenasha's love, which could be called lustful, led her to voluntarily embark on a path filled with blood and thorns."

"She saved all living beings, and ultimately met her own end in the process of saving them."

"This is her love, a love so great that it can be called twisted."

"For her, love is salvation."

“It is a salvation for both the saved and the saver.”

The moment he heard this, Herbert couldn't help but recall the God of Harmony's whispers with some anger and sarcasm:
【“Love is a curse.”】

He considers the love of all beings a curse and attributes all sins to it.

This view obviously runs counter to Saint Nenasha's idea, but Herbert vaguely feels that the two seem to be related.

The two have the same origin, but they repel each other.

So, since "Saint Nenasha" is completely dead, what about the "Goddess of Harmony Nenasha" that I know?
Is he the reincarnation of a saint? Or an ancient god who stole someone else's name?

Or... both?
So, my dear ally, who are you?
After thinking in silence for a long time, Herbert suppressed all his thoughts and looked at the old man who had been looking at him quietly.

"Your Excellency Archbishop, I don't quite understand why you... want to tell me about this matter?" Didn't you come to me to accuse me?

How come you're telling a story?

The archbishop shook his head and did not answer his question directly. Instead, he asked, "Son, what do you think after listening to this story?"

"Thoughts..."

coming soon.

Herbert narrowed his eyes, knowing that the truly critical turning point had finally arrived, and his next answer would affect all future developments.

"..."

After a moment, Herbert took a deep breath, straightened his back, and looked directly into the old man's eyes.

He frankly said those treasonous and depraved words that must never be said to anyone else in the monastery.

他 说:

"I think that monsters... aren't all evil."

"They are aliens, not heretics."

This is blasphemy.

“They can be trusted, too.”

He expressed his point again.

"Among the images you showed me, there was one that left a deep impression on me."

"Among the followers behind the Saint, there are not only humans, but also a large number of monsters. However, they did not harm each other, but fought together and cooperated with each other."

"So, as long as the conditions are right, monsters can be controlled and used by us."

This is the language of depravity.

He is questioning the correctness of the scriptures.

Herbert knew.

This is a risky thing, and if you get it wrong you could end up in vain.

He also knew this.

But he still had to say it.

dong dong dong...

His heart was pounding in his chest, and his adrenaline was surging, sending him into a state of excitement.

Herbert is here.

His intuition told him that the archbishop had told him so many stories and that he must have something special to say to him.

And it must be very unusual.

"Your Excellency the Archbishop... Is my idea wrong?"

The church fell into an unbearable silence again.

After a long time, when Herbert was beginning to doubt whether he had made a wrong bet, the old man with white hair and beard laughed softly.

He nodded with satisfaction and said softly, "Child, you are very kind and brave."

"Because of your kindness, you will think about the plight of the monsters and pity the innocent and weak among them."

"Because you are brave enough to ask me, you will risk being severely punished..."

At this point, the old man jokingly asked: "Child, aren't you afraid of being burned at the stake?"

"I'm not afraid!"

Other punishments are fine, but burning at the stake...

Hey↓Hey↑
If you say this, then I'm really not afraid.

Burn me to death if you dare!
The joy of fire is me.

Herbert stood straight, his eyes were firm, he clenched his fists, and said in a deep voice:

"If burning me at the stake can make others reflect, I am willing to die in the flames for the innocent people who have been persecuted!"

(End of this chapter)