Diary of the Improper Monster Girl Transformation.

Chapter 355 Look into my eyes (Please subscribe!)
The sun has set.

One sentence was enough to put Herbert on high alert.

!!!

In my previous life, this was just an ordinary statement.

The rising and setting of the sun and moon is a natural law, nothing special about it.

However, if placed in this world, it would have a completely different meaning.

The sun in this world is not some natural celestial body in the universe, but points to a powerful god.

Is there a problem with the Sun God?
He... fell down?
For a fleeting moment, Herbert wanted to rush out of the disciplinary compound and look up at the outside world.

If Albertus really fell from the sky, what kind of disaster would it bring to the world?
Herbert actually managed to find the answer to this daunting question.

In the past, the sun really did set once!
In that battle against the otherworldly gods, the sun set.

That disaster nearly destroyed the world.

Later, for a considerable period of time, the whole world entered eternal night, with only the blood moon hanging high in the sky, and the sun did not rise again until much later.

If He were to do this again... ouch!

Just thinking about it makes one tense up and shudder.

But Herbert restrained himself.

Because he suddenly remembered that he had seen the sun not long ago in Eldar.

Everything seems normal on the outside.

The sun is still the same sun, and the world is still the same world; nothing has changed.

Lucir's silence had already begun before he teleported to Eldar.

Herbert didn’t know what the fallen angel saw in the mirror, but it seemed that it was at least not the reality of the present moment.

Did you see the past history?
Or is it just a glimpse into the future?
And what did Luchill see?
Although Herbert wasn't that close to Lushier, he knew she wasn't a sentimental or fragile person.

What did she see that could bring tears to the eyes of this archangel who once stood at the pinnacle beneath the gods?
The sun sets... does it signify the death of the sun god? Has the lord of the sun fallen?
No, that's not right.

Didn't Luhil betray the sun god?
If the sun god had truly perished, then even if Lucir wouldn't be happy, he shouldn't be this sad.

What exactly is it?
Herbert frowned in thought, keeping these doubts to himself.

Although I'm very curious about the truth, now is not the time to ask.

The most important thing right now is not to get a definite answer from Lucille, but to calm down this anxious woman.

Herbert hugged Lucille tightly, gently patting her back with one hand and stroking her waist with the other, tenderly soothing her flustered soul.

He lowered his head and whispered softly in the fallen angel's ear:

"do not be afraid."

It was just a simple whisper, but it made the fallen angel, whose body had been trembling slightly, suddenly stop.

In a daze, the angel turned her head to the side, her eyes wide open behind the black veil, trying to see the boy's face clearly.

"I am here."

Herbert didn't turn around and continued:

"Although I don't know what you saw, nor do I know what you are sad about, I want to tell you something."

"Fate is uncertain."

He slightly raised his head, his gaze fixed firmly on his reflection in the distant mirror, and said gently, "No, there's no need to be saddened by such an illusory and uncertain bubble."

Don't suffer over things that haven't happened yet.

You can take out a loan to buy a car, a house, or even a championship... but never take out a loan that brings pain and sorrow.

"Fate can be reversed."

"If you don't want that kind of future, what you need to do is not cry, but try to change it."

Herbert offered his advice in a soft voice, trying to convey his thoughts.

He was very attentive, but at this moment, Lucille did not take his words to heart.

In the mind of the fallen angel, Herbert's first words kept echoing: "Do not be afraid."

Don't be afraid, I'm here.

In the past, Lushier had never heard such words of comfort from anyone else.

Never.

Because... she is the one who inspires fear.

Whenever she appeared before mortals, she would first reassure them with her powerful words, so that they would not be afraid of her appearance.

In the presence of other angels, she is a cruel archangel who never smiles, the sharpest blade in the hands of God.

Comfort? A hug?
No one would say such a thing to her, and no one would dare to make such a presumptuous move.

They... were all afraid of Lushir.

Mortals were intimidated by her awe-inspiring presence and dared not look directly into her eyes.

The angels were in awe of her majesty and dared not speak to her casually.

I was afraid of being hurt by her sharp edges, afraid of being burned by her fiery body, afraid of being seen by her as a heretic who needed to be eliminated.

So they kept their distance—even though Lucir had come to save them, even though Lucir was their leader.

Lu Xier understood their thoughts, so he quietly distanced himself and never tried to get close to them.

Right now, Lucifer is being comforted by a mortal who is countless times weaker than himself, as if he were being coaxed like an ignorant child.

Is it confusion?

Is it confusion?

Is it touching?

Perhaps, some of these emotions linger in my heart in a complex way.

However, what filled Lucille's heart most at this moment was not these things, but rather... anger.

"do not be afraid?"

Suddenly, Lucille broke free from Herbert's embrace and flew backward several meters.

She floated in mid-air, staring at Herbert, and slowly spoke: "Tell me not to be afraid? What...do you know?"

The voice contained an unsettling, chilling rage, causing the temperature in the entire Mirror Space to drop significantly.

!!!

"hiss!"

Lucaria, who was watching the scene from the sidelines, shuddered and silently floated her original form, the Ancient Mirror, to a slightly farther place.

Not good, not good!

This guy seems really angry, get away from him!
Lucaria silently wondered, even harboring some unrealistic expectations—would she really demolish this place?
But at the same moment, Herbert, who was directly confronting this rage, showed no fear whatsoever.

He floated quietly in place, lowered his eyes to feel the lingering warmth and coolness on his chest, and chuckled to himself.

Is Louis is furious?
Has he lost control of his emotions and become unruly?

No.

The truth is probably not like that.

When Lu Xier broke free, she didn't exert any force at all, nor did she push herself away... Instead, she took a few steps back.

He was certain that her anger was merely a facade.

Even Louis himself might not know the truth; it was just an instinctive trick to cover up his true feelings.

Herbert looked up at the furious fallen angel and asked softly, "Didn't I know?"

"you do not know!"

The fallen angel roared without hesitation.

You have no idea what I saw.

You have no idea what I've been through.

do not know!
You! What! You don't know anything?!

Faced with her renewed anger, Herbert nodded seriously and admitted, "Yes, you're right, I didn't know."

Creak. Lucille gritted his teeth: "Then why are you still saying all that..."

"But this is not my problem."

Herbert calmly interrupted her, saying earnestly, "It's your problem."

“…What did you say? Me?” Lucille frowned, feeling somewhat bewildered.

What nonsense is he talking about?
"Yes, that's you."

Herbert smiled and countered, "Do you think I don't want to know?"

He calmly and fearlessly gazed at the bewildered fallen angel, and said serenely, "Because you say nothing, I know nothing."

"If you want me to know, I can be a listener and listen to your troubles."

"But if you don't want me to know, I can remain silent and ask nothing."

"Therefore, whether I am aware of your troubles is your choice, not mine."

You speak, I listen.

If you don't tell me, I won't ask.

This is Herbert's way of dealing with others: while striving to explore, he also gives due respect in certain special situations.

"Me! You..."

After hearing these words, Lu Xier wanted to refute them, but hesitated after opening his mouth.

What he said actually seems to make sense.

I was the one throwing a tantrum.

Taking advantage of Lucille's silence, Herbert continued:
"In fact, I don't care what you actually saw; I'm just concerned about how you feel."

"Whether the sun sets or not, I don't care."

Herbert spoke neither humbly nor arrogantly, his tone devoid of any flattery or "philanthropic" tenderness, and even revealing a hint of anger.

“If you don’t need my concern, you can just tell me, and I can pretend I didn’t see anything and walk away quietly.”

If you need me, I'll be here.

If you don't need me, then I can leave.

“Now, Lucille, you can tell me.”

He stared into Lucille's eyes and slowly asked, "Do you... need my concern?"

In terms of strength, even ten thousand Herberts couldn't compare to Luchill; the difference between them was like heaven and earth.

But at this moment, Herbert's aura completely overwhelmed Lucille.

Mortals questioned the angels.

The angel, seemingly avoiding that calm gaze, lowered his head and fell silent.

"..."

Yes, Herbert knew nothing.

But he was unaware of these things precisely because of his silence.

But Lucy also had her own difficulties.

What she saw in the mirror was utterly absurd.

You can't tell him, you can't tell anyone.

Knowing that future would actually harm them.

...Not knowing is enough.

Because he knows nothing, he doesn't have any extra thoughts when dealing with himself.

"why?"

Lucille slowly raised his head, looking at Herbert with a complicated expression, and asked in a low voice, "You knew it was dangerous, so why did you go to this extent?"

Since you already understand that this truth is dangerous, why don't you leave me alone?
Luchill did not answer Herbert's question directly, but not refusing was itself an answer.

"hehe."

Herbert smiled and said with a slight upturn of his lips, "First and foremost, it's out of a sense of responsibility."

“As a prison warden, my mission is to reform you, to help you, these misguided prisoners, get back on the right path.”

"Secondly, it's out of concern for you."

"As a friend, isn't it strange to care about your friend's feelings?"

The boy blinked and asked teasingly, "Or do you not think our relationship can be called friendship?"

friend?
Lucille pursed her lips, her pearly teeth gently biting her lower lip.

"..."

Without hesitating for long, the fallen angel floated forward and returned to Herbert's side. She lowered her head and said softly, "I'm sorry, I can't tell you anything about the prophecy I saw."

Herbert laughed at her obedient appearance.

"It's okay, I don't care."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and gently removed the veil that was covering Lucille's eyes.

"look at me."

Herbert looked at the fallen angel, whose eyes were tightly closed and whose expression was somewhat flustered, and said earnestly, "Luchir, open your eyes and look into my eyes."

"Instead of focusing on the future that has not yet happened, let's look at the reality that is right in front of us."

"I am right in front of you."

After saying this, Herbert fell silent, waiting quietly for Luchill's reaction.

Open your eyes and look at me. I don't believe your eyes are empty!
"..."

Lucille seemed to have been greatly shocked; her thick eyelashes trembled slightly, and she tried to open her eyes several times.

She hesitated.

Can I really show him my most vulnerable side?

He was an archangel, a fallen one who rebelled against God, and... no, he was nothing now.

In this prison, I am nothing more than a prisoner.

And it seems perfectly normal for a prisoner to show his vulnerability to the warden.

Moreover, he is also...

Lucille made up his mind and suddenly opened his eyes.

Within her unique eyes, countless pupils simultaneously gazed at the smiling boy before her.

This boy was unlike anyone she had ever met before.

Perhaps, I can truly show him my most vulnerable side.

"Hehe, you've finally decided to look at me."

Herbert chuckled softly, then naturally opened his arms to Lucille.

This time, the fallen angel didn't hesitate and ran straight into the boy's arms.

"He's right."

Lucille silently felt it, whispering to himself, "Compared to that prophecy, this warmth is the real reality."

At the same time, just as Lucille was feeling sentimental, Herbert turned his head to look at his reflection in the mirror.

"Speaking of which... there was someone else here."

The person in the mirror was looking at Herbert with a puzzled expression, as if he had a thousand words to say.

"hehe."

The boy put his index finger to his lips, silently making a "quiet" gesture, and winked at the Mirror Fairy.

At this point, you shouldn't get involved.

Just watch quietly from the sidelines.

Remember not to make a sound!
(End of this chapter)