Diary of the Improper Monster Girl Transformation.

Chapter 425 It's so good to be alive... Huh? (Please subscribe!)
His heart was crushed.

For a legend, such an injury, while not necessarily fatal on the spot, is still quite dangerous.

Not to mention the intense holy light that followed the bursting of the heart.

The light, carrying the aura of the blazing sun, surged into her body with violent force.

It brutally destroyed everything!
Flora felt her strength rapidly draining from her body, and she was becoming increasingly vulnerable.

excruciating pain.

The intense, unbearable pain.

"Ahhhh-"

Even Flora, a legendary demon, understood through Herbert's explanation that this was an inevitable path.

But at this moment, she couldn't help but feel a sense of terror.

She started to panic.

After the excruciating pain reaches its peak, the cold follows.

cold.

so cold...

I feel so cold.

Her body grew weaker and weaker, her knees buckled, and she fell heavily downwards.

But before she could even land, she was scooped up and placed in a warm, loving embrace.

That warmth quickly dispelled the chill in her body, as if it were infusing her with strength.

So Flora hugged that warmth tightly, unconsciously holding on as if afraid he would abandon her.

She didn't speak, but her body had already let out a silent wail.

do not leave Me.

Don't leave me.

She prayed, hoping the other person wouldn't abandon her.

Unconsciously, he gripped the clothes in his hand tightly. His body had already reverted to a fighting form despite being on the verge of death. His sharp fingertips pierced the flesh on Herbert's back, leaving deep scratches.

"..."

Herbert, feeling the stinging pain from his back, let her hug him and gently supported her waist with his hand.

"Flora."

He sensed the fear in the person in his arms and the rapidly fading breath, and asked softly, "Are you afraid?"

Scared?
no I do not……

Flora wanted to deny it so as not to worry Herbert, but now, she couldn't bring herself to say those simple words.

Flora thought she was ready.

She thought she could endure it and take life and death lightly.

But when she actually faced death, she was still afraid.

die?
I... I don't want to die.

I……

"I understand, there's no need to force yourself to speak." Herbert didn't press further.

Flora didn't answer, but that was tantamount to her giving an answer.

"Other than that?"

He gently patted Flora's back, while his other hand remained inside her chest, and continued to ask tenderly:
"At this moment, what other emotions reside in your soul?"

Besides fear?

A moment later, just when Herbert thought he wouldn't get an answer, Flora spoke up.

"I……"

With his heart crushed and his body burned by holy light, the weakened demon, already on the verge of death, struggled to raise his head and look at the boy so close to him, managing to speak with difficulty.

"I regret it so much."

Flora longs for love.

Her longing for love even surpassed that of Herbert.

Flora has always had an unrealistic wish—that someone would fall in love with her as she is.

It wasn't because of the corrupted spiritual energy, nor because I was bewitched by her aura, nor because of biological instinct that drew me near her.

Throughout those years, she searched and was disappointed time and time again.

Perhaps, as Lilith said, such a person may not actually exist.

Then, she gave up.

He stopped trying to search and became a prisoner with almost no resistance, imprisoned in that isolated cell.

She no longer had any expectations.

But unexpectedly, after she gave up, the person she had been searching for took the initiative to find her.

Then...she regretted it.

Herbert asked, "Do you regret it? And what do you regret?"

"..."

Flora strained her eyes, staring blankly at Herbert, then gave a smile tinged with complex emotions and gently shook her head.

Because of you?

No.

I regret it because of myself.

Why did you choose to escape before?

Why didn't you take the initiative to face your own heart?

Why didn't you make things clear sooner?
what a pity.

Why did it take me so long to understand such a simple truth?

Flora wanted to say something, but she no longer had the strength to answer.

The opportunity to speak has already been missed.

Are we going to miss out completely?
"Go to sleep."

Herbert looked at her complicated expression, then suddenly smiled and said gently, "Get some rest."

"When you wake up, it will all be over."

"Don't be afraid of death. With me here, you will not die."

"There's no need to feel regretful; it's not over yet."

"When you wake up, you can tell me what's on your mind."

He lowered his head and whispered softly in her ear, "When the time comes, speak slowly, and I will listen quietly."

Flora's eyelids gradually grew heavy, and she tried to lift them several times, but in the end, she was too weak to hold on.

"I……"

The eyes are closed.

Just as she was about to fall into a complete coma, Flora suddenly remembered the past.

When I left the abyss, I seemed to have made a promise to someone: I had to prove to her that I was right.

I have found my answer.

only……

I don't know if I'll ever have the chance to tell you this conclusion.

The Abyss, the sixty-sixth level, the Plain of Desire.

The current Demon Lord's mansion.

Deep within this terrifying mansion, built from piles of various skeletons, lies a hidden secret chamber.

That was... a study filled with all kinds of books.

Demons don't like reading.

For demons, it's better to smash their enemies to death than to resort to any fancy tricks.

In this vast abyss of hell, only demons would show any interest in books, sending people to collect some to decorate their facades. "...I never imagined you would enjoy collecting knowledge." The tall wolf-headed demon withdrew his gaze and respectfully bowed his head to the lord in the center of the study.

"What, do you find it strange?"

The demon lord raised an eyelid and chuckled, "Can't I collect them? Am I not worthy? Heh~"

Her tone was gentle, and her laughter was alluring, making one's heart flutter, but the wolf-headed demon lowered his head even further after hearing it.

He tucked his tail between his legs, gritted his teeth, and lowered his posture even further, almost crawling on the ground.

"No! Sir, you misunderstand! That's not what I meant. I just thought of my master after seeing these books."

“My master also respects knowledge. For many years, he has been collecting various ‘living books’ from the mortal world. If you need them, my master can send you some.”

The wolf-headed demon Dar, who had come here as an envoy, felt his heart pounding. He knew the situation was critical and he could not afford to be careless.

The person before me is a young and promising demon lord who seized power just twenty years ago by killing the previous lord.

She was still young, and her ambitions were far from being satisfied. She still longed to expand her sphere of influence and wanted to declare her power to the lords of the surrounding abysses, so that they would retract their idea of ​​capturing her and making her their slave.

【Bloodthirsty Thorn Flower - Lilith】, an epic-level succubus, the current demon lord of the Plains of Desire.

Unlike typical succubi who rely on their bodies to attach themselves to powerful figures and gain favor with everyone, this is a brutal demon who is extremely skilled in combat.

She mastered a special succubus advancement path, which not only strengthened herself but also allowed other members of her race to become like her.

They transformed those flower clusters, which were originally not good at fighting, into a thicket of sharp thorns that sucked people's flesh and blood.

Under her command, there are nearly ten special succubi who have advanced to the special class [Thorn Judge], and they are all very powerful.

Besides her personal strength and influence, Lilith has maintained a close and deep relationship with many demon lords over the years.

Before she reached the Epic rank, she had once killed a demon lord who tried to force himself on her with the help of a few "friends," and divided up everything belonging to the deceased.

Lilith lowered her gaze to the wolf-headed demon, who dared not move, a disdainful smile flashing across her lips. She shook her head and said casually:
"Haha! Thank you for his kindness, but ordinary books are fine. Please don't send over those books about fragile mortals whose hands and feet have been cut off."

The so-called "living books" are actually ordinary people who have been forcibly indoctrinated with knowledge, and are used by powerful figures in certain evil factions as a cheap and convenient special means of storage.

However, due to the limitations of the carrier, it also has the disadvantages of being easily damaged and needing to be replaced regularly, so its applicable scope is not wide.

Lilith didn't see anything wrong with this method, but she also didn't find it interesting. She said nonchalantly, "If they really send them over, hehe, I'm afraid my thirsty children might accidentally ruin them."

Although Lilith rejected Dahl's proposal, he felt a sense of relief, knowing that he had barely gotten through this ordeal.

He secretly felt lucky, but still maintained his prostrate posture and replied, "...Yes, I understand."

Lilith smiled as she saw the envoy relax, but didn't point it out. She casually said, "As for the suggestions you mentioned earlier, well, you can go now. I'll think about it some more."

"Also, just a reminder: there's no need to prepare any contracts or anything like that; they're pointless."

"Although your master is quite powerful, he has just come from Hell to the Abyss and is probably unaware of the rules here."

"In the abyss, there is only one rule: there are no rules."

She licked her lips with pleasure and laughed, "Here, the contract you're holding won't take effect. The only difference between it and a blank piece of paper is that it has words on it."

The demon scoffed at the outsider's ignorance, mocking him with amusement.

Then he changed his tune, saying, "However, his suggestion is indeed quite interesting, and I am quite interested in it."

“I’m not worried about whether he will betray me in the future, and he shouldn’t try to control me. These kinds of things can be done as long as the benefits are enough.”

"But right now, his offer isn't enough to make me keep his secret."

In summary, Lilith's motto can be summed up in just three words—more money!

Dahl wasn't surprised by Lilith's attempt to extort him; in fact, he was relieved, as he was afraid she wouldn't ask for his money back!

"Understood. What else do you want? I will go back and inform my master."

Lilith said casually, "Don't be nervous. My request is not difficult. I just want your master to use his influence in the mortal realm to help me find someone."

"who?"

“My children will give you the specific information. As for now, you should go and rest.”

"Also, let me remind you of something..."

"If you want to play with my kids, that's fine, but remember not to go too far."

Just as the wolf-headed demon was about to explain that he wouldn't do that, the lord raised an eyelid, lazily waved his hand, and casually said:
"Remember, if you feel like you can't take it anymore, save your strength to escape in advance, otherwise don't blame me if you faint under their legs."

Dahl: ?
So, it turns out I was the one in danger all along?

"Me? Uh... Oh!"

……

After casually dismissing the wolf-headed demon, Lilith stretched in her seat and muttered to herself:
"Where have you been all these years? My dear sister, you couldn't have really just died so quietly, could you?"

"If that's the case, then your way of dying is hilarious...hehe."

With a sneer at her sisters, whose fates were unknown, Lilith turned to look at the corner of the study.

There, there lay a tattered old book.

The book's cover was tattered and covered in scars, as if it had been kicked off a cliff.

Its fate looks quite tragic; the person who kicked the book showed no appreciation for such a precious book.

However, the text had been enhanced by special magic, which solidified the time on it, freezing it at the moment it was picked up.

Even after hundreds of years, it has never changed and has always maintained its original appearance.

It seems that the person who owns the book values ​​it highly and cherishes it greatly.

"Hmph, making such a fuss, who cares whether you live or die... huh?"

Just as Lilith was about to look away, her eyes suddenly widened.

"This is?!"

Lilith saw it with her own eyes just now.

The book, which had not responded for many years, trembled slightly, as if to prove that its former owner had returned.

"Hmph... So you're still alive after all?"

"Damn woman! I knew you wouldn't die so easily."

"Since you're alive, why don't you get back here right now! You took my money and left, and haven't come back to pay me back all these years, humph!"

She glared fiercely at the book and threatened, "When the time comes, I'll definitely settle that interest with you!"

The demon lord muttered angrily, cursing the faithless man who was hiding somewhere.

A moment later, feeling refreshed, she stretched again, slumped back in her chair, and stared blankly at the dome, murmuring:

"You're still alive..."

call.

As the lord exhaled softly, all the lights in the room went out, and no one could see anything.

After a long while, a soft sigh, which sounded like both crying and laughing, came from the darkness.

"It's good to be alive."

"very nice."

……

……

Flora's eyelashes trembled slightly.

Then, she suddenly opened her eyes, trying to finish what she hadn't said before.

"Master, I... um?"

But Flora quickly froze.

Because she didn't see the man, but instead saw a strange figure.

【Hi~】

Upon waking, Flora saw a beautiful, unfamiliar woman smiling and greeting her cheerfully.

"Little guy~"

"Welcome to the afterlife!"

Flora: "Hmm?"

???

I'm dead! ! ?
"That's right, it's you..."

The god raised a finger and gently poked the demon's head, saying with a smile:

"He's already dead~"

(End of this chapter)