Diary of the Improper Monster Girl Transformation.

Chapter 427 The Succubus Paladin! Flora's Oath! (Please Subscribe!)
"congratulations!"

Herbert looked down at Flora, who was still in a state of shock, raised his hand and gently pinched her cheek, then chuckled and announced in a melodious tone:
"After 'dying,' you have 'come back to life'!"

Death and rebirth.

When the physical body is destroyed, pure flesh grows from the broken remains, just like new shoots sprouting from a tree that has been struck and burned by lightning.

A brand new body, a pure soul.

Herbert looked at the succubus, who was still staring blankly with wide eyes, and couldn't help but shake his head with a smile. He gently stroked her hair with his fingers, picking up a few special strands that were different from the ones he had seen before.

"hehe."

In fact, Flora's appearance hasn't changed much.

The demon horns on its head did not change color, and the succubus tail behind it did not change shape; it remained the same as before.

The only change that could be noticed at first glance was the addition of a few strands of shimmering gold to her originally pink hair, proving that she was different from before.

The child has become rebellious and has even started dyeing his hair!
Also, the pink and gold color scheme feels a little off.

Herbert couldn't help but think of a rebellious young woman squatting by the roadside with her pink-streaked hair... He felt like she was about to get on a ghost fire, floor the gas pedal, turn the wheel, and then be reincarnated at high speed.

Now that you mention it, Flora also has runes on her body—those are tattoos too!

That's terrible.

Of course, all of this is just a stereotype in Herbert's mind that is nothing short of prejudice against a certain group—well, it is completely wrong!
Just like how "Japanese delinquents will always use their umbrellas to shield abandoned kittens from the rain on rainy days," they must also have a soft spot in their hearts!
Yes, people are different, and we shouldn't judge others based on their appearance.

But the words came back again.

They've already voluntarily adopted this "keep away" attitude, so if I don't treat them differently, wouldn't all their changes have been for nothing?
All that money was wasted!
……and many more.

Is stigmata also a type of tattoo?
broken!

I did it too!

Now I can't take the civil service exam...

While Herbert was thinking about all sorts of random things, Flora finally snapped out of her shock.

She slowly sat up, looked down at her body, and blinked repeatedly.

"I……"

Miss Succubus raised her hands and swung them back and forth, then looked at her own body.

She could feel it.

Now, he is filled with pure and warm holy power, with no trace of the abyss aura of the past remaining.

It's no exaggeration to say that Flora's current level of purity of holy power surpasses that of the vast majority of monks in the world.

The purity is very high!
Surrounded by the sacred atmosphere of the temple, feeling the aura emanating from her, and wearing her nun's habit, one could only feel two words—devotion and piety!

Flora was a little dazed.

I, a demon, never imagined that I would end up like this.

Are others angels who fell into evil, while I am a demon who fell into good?
Is this... a miracle?

Flora never expected her transformation to be so complete.

In her initial desire, it would be enough to improve the situation that would occasionally descend into chaos.

but now……

I actually sensed the source of order!?

I, a demon born from chaos, have sensed the source of order.

Isn't this a bit too much?

Flora pursed her lips, muttering to herself in bewilderment, "Has a miracle happened to me?"

Such a change can only be called a miracle, right?

But Herbert refuted this claim.

"Strictly speaking, it doesn't count; it's something that could happen in itself."

If angels can fall into evil versions of fallen angels, then there's no reason why demons can't "fall" into holy versions.

This is not a miracle.

Because it was always possible.

Chaos is chaos precisely because of its uncertainty.

Endless uncertainty represents infinite possibilities.

Since the abyss can give birth to an extraordinary being like Flora, it proves that—in the midst of extreme change, an order completely opposite to chaos itself will inevitably emerge.

Flora nodded thoughtfully, then bowed sincerely to Herbert: "I understand, thank you for your help..."

"Wrong again, this one is wrong too."

"Ok?"

Herbert looked up at the puzzled succubus and shook his head, smiling cryptically, "Well, you could say that, or you could say that."

"I did help you convert, but being eligible to convert is entirely your own achievement."

What Nena and Herbert did was essentially just intensify the process, helping Flora to transform.

"If it weren't for your own determination, I wouldn't be able to help you."

He looked at Flora, raised his hand, and gently stroked her cheek, saying softly, "I can feel the turmoil you've been going through."

After crushing Flora's heart, Herbert extracted her soul and, following Nenasha's instructions, merged it with his own.

Nenasha took over Flora's soul and transformed it.

Herbert, on the other hand, bore the brunt of that chaotic and violent backlash.

He wanted to kill.

I want to curse.

They want to plunder from others, to prove their existence to the world, or even to end their own lives for no reason...

All sorts of unrelated ideas popped into my head, then quickly took root, sprouted, and expanded.

That maddening feeling that surged from the depths of his bones almost made Herbert lose his grip.

Herbert finally understood why those chaotic faction guys were so abstract.

With this kind of thinking influencing people all the time and in subtle ways, how many normal people would be left?
Don't blame the demons for going crazy.

If it were you, you wouldn't be able to handle it either.

Fortunately, Herbert's adaptability was quite amazing. He quickly adjusted his state after the initial disarray, suppressed all the thoughts in his mind, and relied on his strong will to persevere until Nenasha finished transforming the demon.

This time was by no means long, at most no more than ten minutes, but it made Herbert feel extremely tired, as if the days were dragging on forever.

Even now that he has completely broken free from that state, Herbert still feels that he has not completely escaped it, and he has some irresistible urges to do some random things.

"To be honest, I could handle that level of chaos once, or even ten times, but I'm not confident I could keep it going."

Herbert sighed, nodded admiringly at Flora, and praised, "To have persevered until now... Flora, you are truly remarkable."

The more Herbert understood the difficulty of Flora's situation, the more he admired her.

Herbert only experienced it for ten minutes, while Flora endured hundreds of years and thousands of times of torment.

She never succumbed to her inner weakness and fought until the very last moment, never falling!

"You can be proud of yourself."

Herbert gently stroked Flora's cheek, whispered praise, and was about to withdraw his hand.

As a result, just as he was about to pull his hand away, Flora instinctively raised her hand and grabbed his wrist.

Flora paused for a moment after realizing what she had done, but she did not shake her hand off. Instead, she placed it on her face and even gently rubbed it against her cheek with her eyes closed.

It seemed as if it was yearning for that warmth, like savoring the lingering warmth from a dream.

Seeing her so endearing appearance, Herbert's smile softened even more, and he said softly:
"So instead of thanking me for my help or feeling fortunate because of a miracle, you should thank yourself."

"It is not a miracle bestowed by fate, nor is it my help that made you who you are."

"The real hero is yourself."

"It was you who persevered until now, refused to be assimilated by the chaos, seized that sliver of possibility, and made all of this a reality."

Herbert stepped forward, gently pulled her into his arms with his other hand, and whispered in her ear, "Flora, I have fulfilled my initial promise to you. You are no longer troubled by chaos."

"you're free."

Welcome to a whole new world!

Feeling the trembling of the delicate body in his arms, he tightened his grip and held her close.

"Don't be afraid, don't hesitate, boldly embrace your new life!"

"You deserve this kind of life."

"I will stay with you too."

In that instant, Flora's trembling stopped.

All the unease and sadness were dispelled by the gentle whispers.

Then, Herbert felt his chest getting wet.

He didn't offer any words of comfort, but instead raised his hand, picked up a drop with his fingertips, and brought it to his eyes.

He laughed as he looked at the "devil's tears," which were no longer blood-red but had become clear and transparent.

He put a tear in his mouth, tasted it, raised an eyebrow and smiled, "Hmm, it's not so bitter anymore."

The tears of joy lasted for a moment, and Flora, regaining her senses, finally released Herbert somewhat shyly.

For once, Herbert acted like a human being, not mentioning her previous predicament, and smiled naturally:
"Flora, although you have successfully transformed, you still need to advance to a profession that can use holy power in order to fully master holy power."

"My suggestion is to become a paladin; I can help you with your training in that area."

Flora readily accepted Herbert's proposal and arrangement.

"Since you agree, you may choose a god to worship and make your vow."

Herbert explained the standard procedure for knighting a paladin and taught Flora how to take the oath.

“Like one of my followers, he chose to worship the Sun God and became a steadfast Holy Light Paladin, while I worshipped… um?”

At this point, Herbert suddenly paused for a strange moment.

Ok?
Something feels off.
I……

Just as Herbert was wondering about the incongruity in himself, Flora spoke softly, interrupting his thoughts:

“Master, I do not need the protection of the gods.”

Herbert raised an eyebrow, puzzled, and asked, "You don't want them? Then what do you want to do?"

This is the traditional procedure.

"..."

Flora shook her head without answering, simply gazing at Herbert with tenderness in her eyes.

"Hmm? Say something."

Herbert tilted his head and blinked, saying, "Why are you looking at me? Do I have the answer on my face? Read your book... wait a minute."

?

wrong.

He suddenly realized something and hesitated, "You mean...me?"

The demon smiled brightly, nodded gently, and said in a soft but resolute voice, "If I must offer my loyalty and faith to any being, it will only be you."

Herbert: !!

Having said that, the succubus, now reborn, disregarded her master's dazed state, knelt on the ground, and lowered her head.

Following the ancient format, she declared her vow to the world and to the laws:

"I will give you everything I have."

"Whether it be my body, flesh, or soul, I dedicate everything to you."

"My lord."

"Please allow me to fight for you, to die for you."

"I will..."

Flora's voice wasn't loud, and her pace was neither fast nor slow; it was by no means passionate, but to Herbert, it sounded like a thunderclap.

The Oath of Dedication: The person who takes the oath will dedicate their possessions to the being they believe in.

Wealth, flesh and blood, soul, destiny... these are all things that can be offered up.

Depending on the quality of the offerings, the blessings bestowed by the gods will vary, and the power gained by the oath-taker will differ.

What Flora offered was undoubtedly the most precious thing—everything she owned.

From the moment she made the vow, she would have nothing left, and everything would belong to the "gods".

Logically, Herbert would respond by bestowing a powerful blessing.

But the problem is... everyone knows that, at least for now, Herbert is unable to grant Flora his blessing.

Although Herbert, also a legend, was stronger than her in terms of strength, his strength was limited, and he could not provide her with the powerful protection and blessings that a god could bestow upon her.

Flora was well aware of this.

She doesn't need Herbert to bless her.

Flora made this vow simply to prove one thing to Herbert—you gave me a new life, and everything I have belongs to you.

I will remain loyal to you.

I will always be loyal to you, to be the spear in your hand, and the shield that protects you.

Never betray.

My master, no... my lord.

If there is any betrayal, she would rather be reduced to ashes!
This is the devil's firm vow, and also a silent plea.

How should a weak "god" respond to the loyalty of a demon?
Herbert remained silent for a few breaths before making his decision.

What's there to run away from?
Hasn't her fate already been placed on my shoulders?
Herbert's expression turned serious, and he placed his palm on the demon's head, as if to appease it or to bestow a title upon it.

Under Flora's expectant gaze, he spoke seriously:
"Flora, I understand."

“In the name of Herbert Albert, I will witness your vow and allow you to dedicate yourself to me.”

"I will witness your... um?"

And just as Herbert responded, and finished his last sentence, about to be officially promoted to paladin...

An unexpected change occurred.

Without warning, Flora's aura suddenly surged, becoming significantly stronger!

! ! ?

At this moment, not only Flora was shocked, but even Herbert, the one who "blessed" her, was shocked.

What the hell!

What's going on?!?
I haven't done anything!
(End of this chapter)