Diary of the Improper Monster Girl Transformation.

Chapter 399 Ugh! This is impossible! (The 5K group chat exploded, begging for comfort!)
dong dong.

After the knocking, Kreti and Flora realized what was happening and looked at the door together.

somebody is coming?

who is it?

The three people inside the mansion frowned simultaneously, concealed their presence, and none of them spoke first.

In the silence, they gazed at the gate, trying to sense who might be coming through the door.

"..."

The person outside, having received no reply from inside, knocked on the door again.

dong dong.

The knocking continued at the same frequency, the person knocking steadily and gently.

dong dong.

Not too fast, not too slow, not too light, not too heavy.

But it was precisely this seemingly ordinary unfolding that made the three people present gradually hold their breath.

Each knock seemed to be in sync with their heartbeats, gradually bringing the three of them into rhythm with the knocking.

But when they focused their attention on their heartbeats, the invisible influence vanished instantly, as if the feeling just now was merely a fleeting illusion.

The current situation is indeed very strange.

The group was new to the place, and the mansion was not originally intended for Herbert and his companions.

Currently, only a few people within the Church of the Sun know their exact address.

So, who would suddenly come knocking on our door at this time?

And what were their thoughts?

The newcomers are most likely high-ranking members of the Church of the Sun, perhaps the conservative members of the sect that Herbert mentioned were hostile to these monsters.

If they had really broken off relations from the start, it wouldn't have been so troublesome.

What's truly awful is the kind that appears friendly on the surface but secretly harbors murderous intent and stabs you in the back.

Blatant malice is not scary; what is truly terrifying are the monstrous acts hidden beneath a friendly facade.

With Herbert absent, Flora took on the role of the team's strategist, quickly analyzing the situation for the two present.

The reason they rely solely on guesswork to make judgments is actually quite simple—they cannot sense the atmosphere of the outside world.

The Church of the Sun is not short of money. The residences they provide for their foreign allies to rest are of a very high standard, almost comparable to the top-tier cave dwellings in the world of cultivation.

Defensive arrays, arrays that isolate auras, arrays that increase magic concentration... surround the mansion in layers upon layers.

It is equipped with a sealing array that isolates the aura inside and outside, restricting all perception below the epic level.

The outside world cannot explore the inside, and the inside cannot perceive the outside.

This layered formation is based on the principle of treating everyone equally; it doesn't tolerate anyone being treated unfairly.

Of the three, only Valentina could vaguely sense the disturbance from the outside world and realize that the person knocking on the door was coming.

However, Valentina's intellectual capacity was still insufficient for her to describe the specific details of the person outside the door in detail; she could only provide a general description.

The person seemed to be a follower of the Church of the Sun, and there was a sense of danger even though the malice wasn't obvious.

His remarks were very deceptive and hard to understand—especially from his teammates' perspective.

If Valentina's actions were just for fun, then it's like she overdid it in Werewolf, fooling even her teammates – a classic case of feigned folly.

But the grim reality is that Miss Hungry Dragon's true intelligence is probably only slightly above that of someone with intellectual disabilities.

"..."

Under the questioning gazes of the other two, Valentina, unusually quiet, nodded steadily.

Then, she finally... swallowed the last mouthful of dry yogurt with difficulty.

Gum!

what!
belch!
It's quite rare; Valentina almost ate her fill just from the yogurt alone—mainly because she was tired from eating so much that her tongue was sore.

It felt like I was doing a whole set of oral gymnastics.

"Cough cough, don't go."

Ignoring the devil's and demon's death stares, Valentina coughed lightly and whispered, "My intuition tells me there's something wrong outside the door."

The guy outside the door gave her a rather dangerous feeling, but upon closer inspection, he seemed quite ordinary.

That's strange!

"..." Miss Devil frowned and fell into thought.

Is it just intuition?
Although Valentina's reasons sounded rather far-fetched, Flora did not question them.

Every strong person has their own unique habits, which they have developed through repeated life-and-death trials.

Some people are born with extraordinary luck that others cannot understand, while others are born with misfortune that others cannot comprehend.

It's impossible for people to truly understand each other!
Just as the lucky ones cannot understand the suffering of the unlucky ones, the unlucky ones also cannot understand the loneliness of the lucky ones.

Human joys and sorrows are not shared; they only find each other noisy, with dogs barking and people crying their hearts out.

Valentina must have her reasons for being so certain that the person outside the door is suspicious.

So, should we continue to play dead and wait, or drive the other party away?

Just as Flora hesitated, a cool and calm voice came from outside the door.

"Please open the door."

That was Bishop Evelyn's voice.

Her tone remained calm, but upon closer listening, one could detect a subtle hint of helplessness.

"Please rest assured, I am not here to cause you trouble, nor will I let you leave."

"I just want to talk to you guys and to her."

Oh, it's her!
The unexpected identity of the visitor instantly eased the tense atmosphere in the mansion, and Flora shook her head helplessly.

Hey, all that nervousness was for nothing.

Evelyn is nothing; any one of the three of them could easily handle her one-on-one, let alone the three of them here.

The devil and the demon relaxed, but the dragon remained, still struggling with his dilemma.

Valentina tilted her head in confusion, blinking repeatedly with a hint of existential doubt.

"Huh? How could this happen..."

There was only Bishop Evelyn's magical energy fluctuation outside the door. Valentina practically sucked the air out of the mansion with her nose, but she couldn't smell anyone else outside.

It seems the other person really is alone?
But, this is not right!
Am I wrong?

"This is weird, this can't be... there's definitely a dangerous aura outside!"

After receiving a signal from Flora, Valentina scratched her head and walked to the door.

After opening the door and letting Evelyn in, Miss Hungry Dragon, who had just closed the door, slammed her against the doorway.

stop!

"Hmm...hmm?" Evelyn frowned slightly, wanting to raise her hand to push Valentina away, but after raising it halfway, she controlled it to fall.
Sniff.

Valentina circled Evelyn, looking her over with considerable confusion, sniffing her nose as if she were about to reach out and touch her.

After examining her repeatedly, Valentina finally came to the conclusion that Evelyn was indeed fine.

As for why the misjudgment occurred, it was probably because I was too nervous and then realized there was a problem.

After finally getting through the "security check" and gaining her freedom, Evelyn didn't waste any more time. She turned to Kretty, who was huddled in a corner with her arms crossed, looking like she didn't care.

He nodded slightly to her and said slowly, "Sir, would you please come to my room to talk to me alone? I have something I'd like to say to you."

Evelyn's purpose was clear: she had come for Kretty.

"Are you looking for me?"

Kretty frowned, looking at Evelyn who had specifically asked for her with a puzzled expression, and said with a sneer, "Do I know you? I don't think I've ever seen you before."

To the devil's thorny attitude, Evelyn calmly responded: "You probably don't know me, but I know you... [Blasphemy Whisper] or [Noble Blood Thorn], am I right?"

"Oh?"

Upon hearing these two titles again after so long, Kretty's eyes narrowed slightly, and her gaze toward Evelyn became even more wary.

This guy actually knows me!
I've been locked up for so long, and there are still people guarding me outside!
Are you guys, who call yourselves righteous, just bored out of your minds?!
Can't you guys do something productive?

Why are you staring at me all day, this locked-up devil?
However, even as Kreti was secretly grumbling to herself, she couldn't help but feel a sense of pleasure.

hum~
They actually remembered my reputation!

So it seems they're quite famous.

They must be furious about the great achievements I made back then!

He had a self-satisfied air about being known by everyone.

Kretty straightened her back, no longer in a hurry to leave, and started a conversation with Flora.

Take a look!

You two, especially that damned demon, take a good look at yourselves!
I'm not someone to be trifled with!

The devil's tone returned to its former arrogance as he said haughtily, "Seeing how much you care about me, and how you managed to find me even though I was hiding so well, you must have some connection with me. Is it hatred?"

"There is indeed a slight connection between us."

Evelyn nodded, looked at her quietly, and said calmly, "My parents died because of you."

The hatred for killing one's father, the hatred for killing one's mother... quite a standard plot development.

"Hehe, haha, I knew it."

Kretty was not intimidated by the other party's attitude at all; on the contrary, she licked her lips seductively.

His expression grew increasingly satisfied. He took a step forward, lowered his head, and whispered almost in Evelyn's ear, "So, this poor orphan who has lost both parents, are you... here to seek revenge?"

Whispers echoed slowly in Bishop Evelyn's ears, trying to pull her into memories of the past.

Blood feud. An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth.

Killing and being killed, endless revenge, vengeance at any cost.

This was originally an unspoken rule among hunters, but it gradually spread to every corner of the world.

The devils love this rule.

In this process of chasing and being chased, the devils can experience immense pleasure.

Kretty also enjoyed it, finding pleasure in the suffering of those Avengers.

She is a devil.

Although she is a reclusive and eccentric individual, the blood of the devil still flows in her veins.

Provoke her, enrage her, and then watch her rage in a helpless frenzy.

What a wonderful thing this is!
However, this time, Kreti made a mistake.

She overlooked a detail that is extremely crucial at this point in time.

You're mistaken.

After listening to Kretie's words, Evelyn shook her head slightly and said softly, "I'm not here to seek revenge on you. On the contrary, I'm here to express my gratitude."

Yes.

They didn't come seeking revenge; they came to present a banner of appreciation!

Kreti blinked blankly, her carefully crafted pose and carefully cultivated emotions vanishing.

"Thank you...me?"

???

Me? Being thanked?

This is wrong!

Have I done any good deeds in my life?

Miss Devil was confused.

She was so bewildered that she turned to look at her companions—"Hey, did you guys also hear her say something wrong?"
Please tell me yes.

Otherwise, this doesn't make sense!

Valentina blinked and silently shifted her gaze to the side—then quickly met the eyes of the fourth pottery jar.

Flora's smile was quite amusing; her lips moved silently, as if to say to Kreti, "Congratulations!"

! ! ?

Seeing Kretie's bewildered expression, Evelyn's usually unchanging expression finally showed a significant change.

"Thanks you."

Her lips, stiff for who knows how many years, managed a feeble smile, a subtle arc, as she whispered thanks to the demons whose "racial underdog logic" had been challenged:
"Thank you for killing my... parents."

Kreti: ? ? ?

What kind of nonsense are you talking about?!

……

……

A moment later, after sincerely thanking her, Evelyn did not linger and quickly turned and left.

When she left, her expression was no longer calm as usual, but rather one of relief and joy.

In contrast, Kretty's expression was extremely stiff.

Miss Devil stood there, looking constipated, with countless questions flashing through her mind.

"What happened just now?"

"That guy said he came to thank me..."

"what?"

"No, why?"

"What normal person would thank the devil?"

She scratched her head, puzzled, and tugged at her hair.

"What do you mean by 'you killed the nobles and helped the country escape destruction'?"

"What do you mean by 'Thank you for killing my debauched marquis parents and freeing the slaves'?"

What do you mean by "I've been searching for you all these years, and there are many others like me who want to thank you"?

Kretty wasn't unable to understand the literal meaning of what the other person said, but she simply didn't want to accept what it implied.

Did bad intentions turn into good deeds?

"Could it be that all these years... I've actually been doing good deeds?"

You said I've spent my life killing and arson, calling myself a wicked person who licks blood from the edge of a knife, but in the end, all those evil deeds were actually doing good deeds and accumulating merit?

"I can not accept!"

Given her common sense and dignity as a devil, Kretty simply couldn't accept this insane reality.

No, that can't be true.

How could I be the great philanthropist Evelyn described?
How could I be the biggest accomplice in destroying the corrupt aristocratic dynasty?
Are you kidding me!!!
Don't underestimate the evil deeds committed by the devil!

I've never fought for the freedom you talk about!

I'm doing this to make myself happy!
I……

So, are you happy now?

Flora admired it for a while, then suddenly added insult to injury by asking a question.

"Happy? Ha!"

Kretty's eyes widened at this, she rolled her eyes and scoffed, "What a joke!!? How could I possibly be happy?"

"Really?"

Flora raised an eyebrow, then pulled out a round mirror and placed it in front of Kreti, saying quietly, "Before you say that, you should take a look at your own expression."

expression?

What kind of expression can I have right now?
Kreti instinctively took the mirror and looked at her reflection.

! ! ?

goo.

No, not possible!
How could I possibly be... laughing?
"Gulp! This is impossible, this is absolutely impossible!"

"This... um!?"

As she kept looking in the mirror, trying to see herself from every angle, the calm mirror surface suddenly began to tremble.

The next second, the perfectly intact mirror cracked open with a huge fissure without any external force.

click!
"Um!!?"

While Kreti was still in shock at what had happened, Valentina, who had been slacking off nearby, suddenly rushed over and pulled her behind her.

Valentina, with a serious expression, shielded the two behind her, while she let out a threatening growl towards the empty corner reflected in the shattered mirror.

"ha!!!"

……

……

at the same time.

Herbert, living in a certain past time, is obediently listening to the teachings of the Sun Pope.

This saint, who had never met Herbert before, was unexpectedly tolerant of him.

Even when Herbert deliberately adopted an arrogant attitude to test the child, the other party truly acted like a kind old man, tolerantly condoning the child's insolence.

No matter what questions Herbert asked, Pope Sunlight patiently answered them all.

But the more lenient he was, the more uncertain Herbert felt.

It's understandable that the archbishop favors him; after all, he's his own child, not someone he'd kill.

But why do you allow me to be so presumptuous?

Herbert pondered quietly for a moment, then suddenly raised an eyebrow.

"hiss……"

He looked at the scorching pope who resembled an old man next door, but his reckless desire to die made him want to go all out.

Or, try?
Hmm... I'll give it a try!

So Herbert looked at Pope Sun God with a serious expression and suddenly asked a question that was extremely taboo and disrespectful to any believer in the Sun God.

he asked:
"Your Holiness, please speak..."

"The sun god, could He be a goddess?"

puff--

The previously kind and amiable old man finally couldn't hold back this time and spat out the "coffee" in his mouth.

The coffee spray turned into brown mist and drifted away, blown by the wind to the ground on one side—Herbert had calculated the angle beforehand to make sure he wouldn't get sprayed.

"Cough! Cough cough cough...you!"

The old man's voice trembled with anger, his finger pointing at Herbert shook, and he glared at the obedient-looking boy in front of him through gritted teeth.

"What are you saying?!"

"impossible!"

Pope Sunburst slapped his thigh in fury, shouting, "That's absolutely impossible!!!"

(End of this chapter)