Diary of the Improper Monster Girl Transformation.

Chapter 398 The Saint's Invitation (6.2K views, seeking consolation)
The Pope of the Sun wants to see me in private?
"..."

It took Herbert a full three seconds to process this sudden news.

He was received by the Pope.

This is an unparalleled glory for any believer in the Sun Church.

The Pope of the Sun holds a position far higher than that of the angels; he can even be considered a god walking among mortals.

But Herbert showed neither excitement nor joy; instead, he frowned slightly.

First of all, he was not a believer in the sun god, nor in any other deity, and had no reverence for any god or church.

His attitude toward Pope Sun was one of fear rather than respect.

As the supreme leader of the entire Church of the Sun and the representative of the Sun God on Earth, the Pope of the Sun is undoubtedly one of the most powerful "mortals" in the world.

The Pope of the Blazing Sun is a saint, and a powerful saint whose strength is no weaker than that of a mid-level god.

The saint summoned him.

For ordinary people, just this one sentence is enough to make them feel apprehensive and dare not refuse.

But Herbert was different; he didn't find anything particularly special about the statement.

What happened to the saint?
Oh, so what if he's a saint? What's so great about him?

We have a saint in our family too!
I even chatted and laughed with him!

After spending a lot of time with his own archbishop, Herbert didn't think the saint was particularly noble.

They may be worthy of his respect in terms of strength, but not enough to make him fearful.

Herbert had not been unaware that Pope Sunrise would receive him.

But it should be a formal audience, a public and formal summons in front of everyone.

It was standard procedure, done simply out of respect for the Misty Monastery, not for any other reason.

What Herbert never expected was that the Pope would want to meet with him in private.

Why is that?

Herbert had no particular connection with the Church of the Sun, nor did he expect to be noticed by the Pope of the Sun.

Is the Pope curious about me?

From what aspects?

My talent? My monastic background?
Or is he the one watching from the shadows?
Or...

Friendly, malicious... all sorts of possibilities flashed through Herbert's mind.

However, with so few restrictions and so many options available, Herbert was unable to reach a conclusion immediately.

Finally, he nodded slightly and asked the expressionless bishop, "You mean, His Holiness the Pope wants to see me privately? And we can't tell the rest of the Holy City?"

"Yes."

Herbert hesitated for a moment, then tentatively asked, "Um... can I say I'm not available for this invitation?"

Ok?
Upon hearing Herbert's words, Bishop Evelyn made an extremely rare reaction, her eyes widening slightly.

His eyes were wide open by a full tenth of their width, and his emotions were fluctuating wildly.

"..."

She looked at Herbert, somewhat incredulously, and asked, "Your Excellency Herbert, do you mean you intend to refuse His Holiness the Pope's invitation? To refuse the request of a lonely old man?"

"Ah ha ha……"

Herbert chuckled dryly, his lips twitching into an awkward smile.

He hesitated for a moment, but still forced himself to say, "Uh, if you insist on understanding it that way... yes."

"You understand correctly, I am indeed rejecting his invitation."

What lonely old man?

What about lonely elderly people?

Not familiar.

Don't get involved!

Besides, it's not like I made your old man lonely!
If you're really worried that he's lonely, then go and keep him company!
I take care of my old man myself.

I would chat with him from time to time, listen to his stories, and offer him some emotional support.

“If possible, I would still like you to convey my thoughts to him,” Herbert stated his position directly.

This time, however, Bishop Evelyn did not reply. She simply shook her head slightly, took a step forward, and then silently stared at Herbert.

"..."

stare--

She just watched quietly, saying nothing, yet it seemed as if she had said everything.

Herbert understood what she meant—it seemed he couldn't refuse.

"That's it, I understand..."

Seeing that Bishop Evelyn wouldn't budge an inch, Herbert nodded silently.

Understand and accept.

Although there was a slight sense of regret, Herbert quickly composed himself.

there is always a solution to a problem.

It's not that I didn't try; I tried, but I failed.

Since running away is useless, we can only face it.

Besides, he's just another Saint Old Deng!
What's so great about it?
Should I avoid his sharp edge?

joke.

snort!
Let me meet him!
Herbert adjusted his mindset, shaking off his helplessness, and smiled slightly at Evelyn, saying, "Please give me some time so I can make some arrangements with my companions."

Seeing that Herbert was no longer avoiding the issue, Evelyn didn't say anything more, stepped back to her original position, and nodded gently: "That's natural."

Click.

Herbert closed the door, returned to the mansion, and nodded slightly to the three monster girls who were looking at him in the living room.

"You've probably already heard the details. Pope Sun has summoned me, and I need to go. The three of you should behave yourselves and stay here quietly without wandering around."

Herbert spoke earnestly, his tone like that of an old father about to leave to buy oranges.

"I'm about to leave. Do any of you three have any questions?"

The three monster girls looked at each other, then at each other, and remained silent for a moment.

"..."

"..."

"Ugh!!!" (chewing and chewing)

Finally, Flora spoke first, asking the question that concerned her most: "Master, is there any danger?"

Although the three of them were actually taken out by Herbert for some fresh air, they were, in principle, on a mission.

As bodyguards, their duty is to protect Herbert's safety.

Now, the person being protected has slipped away, leaving the bodyguard in a safe place.

"probably not."

Herbert shook his head and scoffed, "If he wanted to do something to me, he wouldn't need to go to such lengths."

Although there has been much speculation about Pope Sun's motives, Herbert will not be in any danger this time, regardless of the circumstances.

As I said before, caution is necessary, but don't overdo it.

Just like capital doesn't care if sports don't touch its pie, the difference in scale between the two is enormous.

If Pope Sun really wanted to attack him, Herbert wouldn't even have a chance to react.

“But…” Flora hesitated for a moment, looking like she had something to say.

But Herbert didn't let her say more, waving his hand and saying, "Don't worry, I'll take this opportunity to ask him about that matter for you."

"I... um, thank you."

Flora pursed her lips, as if she wanted to explain something, but in the end she just nodded obediently.

She really wanted to say that what she cared about wasn't the purification process, but rather his safety.

She never thought Herbert was a clueless, wooden paladin; he was absolutely aware of his own thoughts.

Since he deliberately changed the subject, he must have his own reasons.

Is he worried that someone will hear him?

Flora squinted, silently scanning the room, trying to find any clues.

But after looking around, she couldn't find any trace of anyone else or any magical artifacts.

"hehe."

Herbert nodded in satisfaction when he saw that Flora understood immediately, and then turned to look at Miss Hungry Dragon, who was struggling to chew something.

"Valentina, what about you? Don't you have anything to say?"

"Ugh!!?" ​​(chewing sounds)
When Valentina saw Herbert looking at her, her expression became noticeably agitated. She waved her hands for a while, pointing to her tightly closed mouth.

Chew, chew, chew, chew! (Chews rapidly with nervousness!)

"Ok?"

Herbert glanced at Valentina, who seemed to be gesturing something, and then at the football-sized earthenware pot on the table.

Wait, can you tell me?

He stepped forward and saw that the earthenware jar was more than half empty, containing dairy products that looked like dry yogurt, and teeth marks left on it.

"……Oh!"

Understood.

Herbert understood everything.

"So that's why you were so quiet all of a sudden, you've been gagged!"

Who's the kind person who can eat so much dry yogurt in one go?
It's all stuck to the upper palate!

He flicked Valentina's forehead in an annoyed tone and said helplessly, "Don't just think about swallowing, you have to lick it with your tongue."

You silly dragon, do I have to teach you how to eat?

Finally, under Herbert's silent gaze, Valentina, realizing what she had to do, let her slender neck bob up and down slightly.

grunt.

"Hmm? Hmm... Guh, hah!"

After much difficulty, she finally managed to lick the dairy product that was stuck firmly to her upper teeth with her tongue and swallow it.

"Ha, ah, ha ha!"

This tiny thing, though seemingly harmless, unexpectedly exhausted her to the point of sweating.

That stuff wasn't bad, but it was really "awful"!!!
Valentina looked so exhausted that it was as if she had been brutally beaten up by a mouthful of dry yogurt.

"I'm going! I'll go protect you!"

Valentina, finally free to speak, regained her energy and volunteered, raising her hand and saying repeatedly, "Let me go with you!"

She came out with Herbert this time just to stay by his side; she wanted to be glued to him all the time.

pope?

What happened to the Pope!
Can he break us up?
No!

Valentina's idea did not surprise Herbert at all, but he could not let her be willful.

"Valentina, are you really going with me?"

"Hmm! If he dares to hurt you, I'll fight him!" Miss Hungry Dragon made a rather astonishing declaration.

Herbert did not refuse, and nodded with a smile, reminding him, "Really? By the way, just so you know, the Pope of the Sun is probably about as strong as the Archbishop."

"Do you still want to fight him?"

My dear Miss Hungry Dragon, are you really sure?
"Go! I want to go... uh!"

Valentina, who had been shouting, suddenly realized what was happening, and the dragon's eyes became clear.

Um! ! ?
Just as strong as that old man?!?

Valentina calmed down.

Although she advanced to the Epic level, awakened her dragon bloodline, and received the inheritance of the Mother of Dragons, making her several times stronger than before. However!

Even now, when she is bursting with confidence, she still feels insignificant when she recalls that terrifying figure.

The ignorant are fearless.

There is a very interesting phenomenon in the world.

The weaker a person is, the more they like to boast about their "strength" and believe that they have reached the pinnacle.

True strength, on the other hand, is characterized by humility and approachability.

The stronger Valentina became, the more she understood the old man's power.

That was an absolute crushing defeat.

While it didn't cause her any psychological trauma that she was afraid to recall, it did force her to calm down.

Valentina's lips moved, and she pondered for a moment, somewhat conflicted.

Finally, she shrank her neck, slightly raised her eyes, and tentatively asked Herbert, "Um... do you still need me to go?"

Miss Hungry Dragon was unusually well-behaved.

She didn't say she wouldn't go.

If Herbert needs Valentina to accompany him, she will risk everything to go with him, and will not hesitate to attack the Sun Pope when necessary.

She was not afraid of death.

It wouldn't have happened before, it won't happen now, and it still won't happen in the future.

If there's anything that might worry her, it's probably only the possibility of "being separated from Herbert."

However, despite not being afraid, she still didn't want to linger in front of such a terrifying being.

It's not fear!
Yes, uh, um... I feel uncomfortable, yes, I feel unwell!

It's not necessary, there's no need to make yourself so uncomfortable.

Herbert couldn't help but laugh as he looked at Valentina's obedient appearance, and he reached out and ruffled her hair.

"Hehe, you don't need to come with me. There won't be any danger. You just stay here and guard the house."

"Mmm!" Valentina breathed a sigh of relief and nodded repeatedly.

That's great!

Great!
"Don't go out and wander around before I get back. Protect everyone for me, understand?"

"Don't worry! I definitely won't run around!" Valentina patted her chest and solemnly promised loudly.

"I promise I won't run away! Nobody will leave! I promise... Ugh!!?"

As Valentina was making a fuss, Herbert swiftly stuffed the remaining dry yogurt in the jar into her mouth.

Herbert also thoughtfully glued it perfectly onto his upper palate, making sure it fit snugly.

"Alright, you've said it well, stop talking."

"Um!"

Valentina rolled her eyes at Herbert, annoyed, but wasn't angry, and happily resumed chewing...

After all, dry yogurt is a bit of a hassle to eat, but the taste is still to her liking.

"Ah."

Miss Devil snorted when Herbert looked at her and said, "I have no problem with you. Go wherever you want."

Kretty bluntly stated – It's none of my business!
After being forcibly brought to this place that made Kretty uncomfortable in every way, she has been in this snorting Spinosaurus state towards Herbert ever since.

Herbert, far from being angry at her impotent rage, instead revealed a pleased smile.

"hehe."

Seeing Kretie's flustered state, his initial anxiety dissipated, and he took a satisfied deep breath.

That’s right.

That's the attitude, that's the expression.

I just want to see you like this, unable to do anything about it even though you can't stand me~
Herbert's smiling face made Kreti's heart sink—oh no, what is this guy up to now?
as predicted.

Just as Kreti sensed the danger, Herbert spoke up.

"I wasn't planning on asking you what the problem was. I was just saying, why don't you come with me?"

Herbert winked at the increasingly dazed Miss Devil and said cheerfully, "I think he certainly won't mind having another person to chat with."

come!

Let's have some fun together!

Come with me to face the Holy Light, Old Deng!
"what???"

She was already suffering enough just staying in the Holy City of Glory; to make her face a saint directly... that would be like making her wish she were dead!

"I do not want!"

But just as Kretty was about to run away, she suddenly noticed the smile on Herbert's lips.

! ! ?

Wait, this guy is lying to me!
"You lied to me!?"

"Yes."

Herbert immediately admitted, nodding, and said leisurely, "After all, I'm not some kind of devil, how could I really do something so outrageous?"

Mr. He has always been kind-hearted; he only talks the talk but would never actually do anything so outrageous.

"...Tsk!"

Kretty frowned and slowly asked, "Are you mocking me? Are you looking down on me?"

“If you insist on thinking that way… then I am indeed laughing at you, my cowardly devilish lady, ha ha!” Herbert winked at her teasingly.

He then waved to Valentina and the other woman, laughed, turned and left, pushing open the door and nodding to Evelyn, who had been waiting for a long time.

"let's go."

Kreti: ! ! ?

"and many more!"

Miss Devil broke down on the spot, angrily rushing to the door and shouting at Herbert, "Come back! Explain yourself! How am I a coward?"

"Come back here!"

Herbert paused upon hearing this, turned around, and smiled at the exasperated Miss Devil: "So I'm really back?"

His response was a sudden slamming of the door shut.

Bang!
Behind the door, Miss Devil gritted her teeth and used her shoulder to firmly block the door.

damn it!
You're a very wicked paladin!
Why aren't you playing by the rules?!
……

……

"Here we are."

After walking quietly for a while, Evelyn, who was walking ahead, finally stopped.

She stopped in front of what appeared to be an ordinary wooden house, turned around, and whispered to Herbert, "Your Majesty is just ahead. You can go straight in. Do you need to prepare anything further?"

Herbert shook his head, casually strode past Evelyn, and nodded his thanks to her.

"No need, thank you for leading the way."

dong dong.

He knocked gently on the door, then pushed it open, and whispered as the door creaked, "I've been ready for a long time."

Facing a saint who is equivalent to a god is a major event for anyone, and it is difficult to remain calm.

Herbert was human too, and naturally he would feel nervous instinctively.

However, as Herbert said, he had already made preparations.

Just now, in his conversation with Valentina and the other two, Herbert received a great deal of "emotional value" from them and successfully regained his normal state.

Especially Kretty, whose very cooperative stress response made Herbert quite satisfied.

Herbert walked through the wooden door without feeling that he was passing through any special barrier; he simply walked naturally into an ordinary room.

The interior decoration was very simple and plain, with only some well-worn wooden furniture, and the overall environment could even be described as impoverished.

Is this the kind of place the Pope Sunlight stays in?
"Where is this... um?" Herbert was wondering when his ears suddenly twitched.

crunch.

Hearing the sound behind him, Herbert turned around and found that Bishop Evelyn had not followed him in, but was standing outside the door, her head bowed as she gently closed the door.

Click.

Herbert frowned slightly, then quickly relaxed, and looked up at the view outside the window—an ordinary terrace.

The sun was shining brightly, the breeze was pleasant, and everything looked exceptionally comfortable and ordinary.

But Herbert's intuition told him that all of this was just a facade that others had presented to him.

It felt like I had unexpectedly stepped into a time from the past.

Everything seemed ordinary, but it exuded an ancient atmosphere.

In the very center of the terrace, there was a small round table and two reclining chairs, on one of which lay an ordinary old man with white hair and beard.

He lay languidly in the rocking chair with his eyes closed, a small cup of "Tears of the Blazing Sun" on the table, exuding a rich aroma similar to coffee.

There was no sense of intimidation whatsoever.

Like an ordinary old man you might see anywhere, basking in the warm sunshine, enjoying his rare leisure time.

Without hesitation, Herbert pushed open the door and stepped onto the terrace. He slowly approached the old man, bowed his head, and respectfully greeted him.

"Your Holiness the Pope, it is an honor to meet you."

The old man slowly opened his eyes, first quietly observing Herbert for a moment. After confirming that his inner state was as calm as his outward appearance, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes.

He smiled kindly, nodded to Herbert, and said with a smile, "Hehe, child, get up quickly, come, sit here, don't be nervous... Oh?"

Pope Sun was about to try to persuade him again, but before he could finish speaking, he watched helplessly as the boy unceremoniously lay down on the chair.

Not only that, the boy didn't just lie down, he even rocked back and forth comfortably.

crunch, crunch...

The entire sequence of movements was performed seamlessly without any pauses.

"Ha ha!"

The Pope laughed heartily, nodded with great pleasure, and said, "Very good, child, you have surprised me, haha."

He's an interesting little guy.

I haven't seen such a bold little guy in many years.

He saw that Herbert seemed to want to sit up, and waved his hand, saying, "No need to get up, this is fine, don't be so formal..."

Then, Pope Sun fell silent.

He realized that Herbert hadn't been trying to get up, but had simply adjusted to a more comfortable position.

He glanced at Herbert sideways, his lips twitching slightly.

You kid...

Isn't that a bit too arrogant?
……

……

While Herbert was meeting with Pope Sunrise, the remaining squad at the mansion returned to normal, each going about their own business.

Flora outwardly read her book quietly, but inwardly she was thinking about the current situation and silently analyzing what she and her companions needed to do.

Kretty huddled in a dark corner, trying to make herself feel better, muttering to herself and silently complaining about Herbert's evil deeds.

As for Valentina... she was still chewing.

Chew chew chew chew chew.

Suddenly, Valentina's ears twitched, and she pulled her head out of the third jar, looking towards the door.

"Uh-huh--"

The next second, there was a gentle knock on the door.

dong dong.

(End of this chapter)