Diary of the Improper Monster Girl Transformation.

Chapter 386 Slurp Slurp Slurp (Please Subscribe)
"Hmm~Hmm~"

"Don't run away! Don't be shy! Let me see!"

Let me see if you're developing well!

In the dimly lit space, Herbert casually held the snake's tail and stroked it, then rubbed his cheek against it.

Then, before Herbert could even savor the slippery texture of the snake's tail, he touched the hidden runes on the scales.

hum-

Herbert once again found himself overwhelmed by the "reverse flow" of knowledge.

However, compared to his previous miserable state, his ability to withstand hardship has greatly improved now that he has advanced to the legendary level.

It has already withstood the violent baptism of this surging spiritual torrent.

Herbert hugged the snake's tail and sat down in silence, feeling his mind gradually being filled with knowledge.

In fact, Herbert could have chosen to release his arms at that moment to forcibly break free from this state.

However, the knowledge transmitted from the hidden runes was exactly what he lacked most right now – legendary knowledge.

Therefore, after much hesitation, Herbert had to give up this rare opportunity to meddle with the snake's tail and instead immerse himself wholeheartedly in the ocean of knowledge.

He knew, of course, that this was no coincidence, and the reason behind it was heartwarming—Ophidia used her knowledge as leverage to keep him firmly in place.

"……All right."

After a brief standoff, Herbert reluctantly gave up, abandoning his idea of ​​polishing her snake tail scales again.

"You win this time. I won't do anything reckless."

Herbert was behaving himself, while on the other side, the atmosphere in the demiplane, though equally quiet, was at the other extreme.

The two stared at each other, and for a moment, a rather quiet silence fell, an awkward atmosphere hanging in the air.

Rusty Nail Bishop: "..."

Ophidia: "..."

The Rusty Nail Bishop was filled with self-doubt; he kept a straight face and pondered repeatedly in his mind.

Did I come to the wrong place again?
Is this another case of bad timing?
Also, where did Herbert go?
What about others?
I clearly saw him walk in... That's really strange.

The old-fashioned paladin was completely baffled.

Although he was born into a noble family, he became a paladin at a young age and did not receive a systematic noble education, nor did he ever mingle in noble circles.

However, although he was puzzled, he did not think that anything had happened between Herbert and Ophidia.

Ambiguous relationship? Secret rendezvous?
How can it be!

Most importantly, the Rusty Nail Bishop did not consider the relationship between the two in that direction at all.

They didn't even think much about having a secret, ambiguous relationship, let alone any special friendship between them.

He was raised under the watchful eye of the Ash Archon, and always maintained a humble respect and awe for this senior who was very fond of mentoring younger generations.

The shadows of his childhood prevented him from ever looking up at Ophidia.

How can I stand up to this gentleman?
What a joke!
Even that brainless idiot wouldn't dare to do that!

In addition, Bishop Rustnail also approved of Herbert's character.

Especially the oath of purity he bears—that's proof that needs no words.

Herbert was pure.

How could that innocent child possibly commit such a blasphemous act?
Not to mention, it was with this highly respected senior figure.

impossible.

Absolutely impossible!
Therefore, the Rusty Nail Bishop's current unease stems from his feeling that his appearance might be somewhat ill-timed.

"..."

Ophidia, on the other hand, was simply speechless at her own foolish actions.

Am I stupid?

She silently questioned herself, "How could I have done such a thing?"

In fact, Ophelia didn't know why she instinctively let Herbert hide under her skirt...

She clearly had many solutions to that situation.

For example, she could have simply let Herbert stand openly next to her to show that she had a clear conscience.

Rather, there was no need to hide at all.

Alternatively, she could refuse the Rusty Nail Bishop's request to enter the demiplane; there was no need to explain anything to him anyway.

Tell him to wait a while, and let him in after Herbert has left.

Alternatively, Herbert could hide in another location on the demiplane, since this is her home turf anyway.

The Rusty Nail Bishop wouldn't dare to investigate casually, and no one would discover it.

But alas, alas!
Ophelia, in a moment of madness, chose the most bizarre approach—she shoved Herbert under her skirt to hide him.

……hiss!

After regaining her senses, Ophidia herself was almost unable to hold back.

Do not ask.

The question was asked because the person hadn't thought it through; it was purely an instinctive reaction.

As for how this instinctive reaction is formed?
She doesn't know either.

Don't ask me!!!

The two stared at each other in silence for a while before Ophelia spoke first: "Malcolm, you've come to see me again. Is there something else?"

She made no mention of Herbert, choosing instead to take control of the situation and dominate the conversation.

Did Ophidia really not know why the Rusty Nail Bishop had come?
No, she knew.

When the Rusty Nail Bishop entered the demiplane, he immediately mentioned Herbert's name, but she pretended not to hear it and didn't mention it at all.

If you have high enough emotional intelligence, you'll understand her unspoken meaning—don't mention Herbert.

Unfortunately, the Rusty Nail Bishop lacked emotional intelligence.

“Oh, Your Excellency, it’s like this. I’ve come to see Herbert. When I saw him before, he said he had something to report to you,” the Rusty Nail Bishop explained earnestly.

This paladin commander, who left home at a young age and spent most of his life growing up in the Misty Monastery, had no idea what it meant to read between the lines.

It's not that he was completely clueless, but when facing Ophidia, Bishop Rustnail didn't even think in that direction.

In his memory, Ophelia never lied or beat around the bush.

Therefore, he responded respectfully in the same manner as before.

"I forgot to tell him to come to the Knights at noon tomorrow; any other time will have some impact."

“As you know, that battle armor is alive; it will choose its own master. I need to communicate with it first, otherwise I'm afraid some other unexpected things might happen…”

The Rusty Nail Bishop was about to explain in more detail when Ophidia waved her hand dismissively, interrupting his long-winded explanation.

"...Okay, I understand. You don't need to explain anymore."

Shut up, stop talking.

Seeing his lack of understanding, Ophidia was speechless. Knowing his personality, she didn't say anything more and simply said, "You're a step too late."

"He did come to report something to me before you arrived, but just now I sent him to another place."

Even for an epic-level powerhouse, lying to a legendary paladin is not a good choice.

They have a keen sense of lies and can easily detect the falsehoods in the other person's words.

Therefore, Ophidia was not lying.

Herbert did indeed "report" something to her, and she did indeed send him to "another place."

There's absolutely nothing wrong with that statement; even a legendary paladin couldn't find fault with it.

Sure enough, the Rusty Nail Bishop pondered for a moment, then slowly nodded and smiled.

"I understand now."

"Thank you for your understanding. I'll take my leave now."

It is important to emphasize that low emotional intelligence does not mean a lack of emotional intelligence.

Even an idiot could sense that something was wrong.

The Rusty Nail Bishop was straightforward, not stupid. He could clearly sense that the Ash Bishop in front of him was in a bad mood and didn't welcome him very much.

So, after getting a fairly satisfactory answer, he decisively chose to take his leave.

In short, let's retreat first.

However, the Rusty Nail Bishop, lacking in emotional intelligence, added in the end, "By the way, if you see Herbert later, please be sure to tell him to come to the Knights to find me!"

"Humph."

Ophelia glared at him, shook her head helplessly, and snorted irritably, "Nonsense!"

However, she did not refuse, and said calmly, "I will tell him... well, if I meet him later."

"Moreover, I'm afraid he already knows the answer without me having to repeat it."

The Rusty Nail Bishop didn't think much of it, only that Ophidia meant he would see Herbert first.

He had no idea that Herbert was listening to their conversation.

Even more unimaginable is his current location!

He assumed that Ophelia had accepted his request, and bowed to him respectfully.

Just as he finished bowing and was about to stand up, his peripheral vision caught a glimpse of Ophidia's skirt.

Ok?
He had a strange feeling, like something was off about that hem of the skirt.
It doesn't seem so natural.

But what exactly feels unnatural?

The folds seem a bit off; they appear to be curving inwards...

"What are you looking at?"

!!!

The calm yet chilling voice jolted the Rusty Nail Bishop back to his senses.

He immediately stood at attention, stomped his foot forcefully, and respectfully addressed the Ash Bishop:
"Report! Nothing happened!"

"I didn't see anything!"

……

The Rusty Nail Bishop came in a hurry and left in a hurry.

After he left empty-handed, the demiplane fell silent once more.

Ophidia remained in the same position, standing quietly in place.

She lowered her eyes, not knowing what she was thinking.

"..."

Then, a strange, soft sound came from inside the skirt.

Suck.

Her eyelids twitched slightly, expressing both speechlessness and a hint of helplessness, before she said irritably, "Hey."

"What are you doing?"

But after she finished speaking, the voice not only did not disappear, but instead began to intensify.

Suck! Suck!
Since it's already been exposed, there's no need to hide it anymore.

This is similar to some stealth games that claim to be assassin simulations; once you're exposed, you can move on to the next stage.

Exposure is not a necessary condition for failure. As long as I eliminate everyone, I can still achieve perfect stealth!

Beneath that skirt, unknown to anyone, a wanton appreciation of knowledge is unfolding in full swing.

Herbert was using all his abilities to savor this rich knowledge—he was enjoying it all and wished he could stuff it all into his mouth and mind.

I love learning so much.

I love knowledge so much.

Learning makes me happy! Knowledge brings me joy!

"Slurp slurp slurp—"

While Herbert was absorbing knowledge and exclaiming "How wonderful! How wonderful!" in his heart... the master of knowledge was unhappy.

Ophelia didn't attack immediately. After enduring for a while, she coldly snorted, "Don't go too far!"

"Three, two, one!"

After issuing a warning and confirming that Herbert intended to stubbornly resist, she finally expelled him.

"Give me……"

It adjusted the angle of its tail and then suddenly swung it.

"Get out!"

History is repeating itself.

Herbert was launched directly from under her skirt like a cannonball.

whoosh-

This time, however, he didn't crash into the bookshelf again in a sorry state; instead, he adjusted his posture mid-air.

With its wings spread behind it, it looked like an angel descending to earth, and suddenly froze in mid-air.

He opened his eyes, smiled at Ophidia, and subconsciously licked the corner of his mouth.

"Hehe, thank you for your gift."

Thank you for your hospitality!
As for which part he thanked?
That's a matter of opinion.

Anyway, Herbert didn't intend to say it out loud, and Ophidia wouldn't really pry into it.

Not everything is worth figuring out too clearly.

Some things are better left unasked up as they are understood; once you actually ask, it loses its meaning.

In the end, Ophidia simply rolled her eyes and said indifferently, "...Hmph, this won't happen again."

This "idiot" boy, who insisted on sharing the burden and was willing to bear this fate as the keeper of secrets, was a prime example of this.

Even if Ophelia didn't say it, she would feel grateful to him and be exceptionally tolerant of him.

Not to mention that she herself had a considerable degree of affection for Herbert.

Although it was originally just affection for a younger person, Herbert's actions gradually caused this feeling to change slightly.

Although the transformation has not been fully successful yet, it is already quite different from the original.

“Okay, I’ll definitely pay attention next time.” Herbert nodded with a smile, retracted his blood wings, and landed back on the ground.

"Speaking of which, I didn't expect His Excellency the Knight Commander to be so obedient in front of you. Is he afraid of you?"

Previously, the Thorn Bishop had already shown his fear of the Ash Bishop, appearing both stubborn and cowardly.

But Herbert didn't think much of it at the time, only that it was an exception.

However, after seeing the Rusty Nail Bishop's reaction, he realized... Ophidia might have a side he had never seen before.

He was a little curious.

Is it that it's very brutal?

Faced with Herbert's blatant probing, Ophidia's eyes flickered, she curled her lip indifferently, and snorted:

"What, do you want to try it?"

Try?

Seemingly sensing something, Herbert decisively abandoned his dangerous thoughts and shook his head, saying, "Well... I'll let it go this time, but I definitely will next time."

"Humph!"

After making the joke, Herbert's frivolous smile faded, and he bowed slightly to Ophelia, asking:
"Your Excellency the Watcher, am I now qualified?"

"……Um."

Ophelia looked at Herbert with a complicated expression, and finally nodded gently, extending her hand to him.

May you be able to protect the secret.

"……with me."

(End of this chapter)