Diary of the Improper Monster Girl Transformation.

Chapter 434 A Devil Favored by Luck? (10K views! Please subscribe!)
The devil showed no interest in the devil's sudden change of nature.

Ha, devil.

Now you're not following your principles again?
So now you're starting to play the innocent white lotus, huh?
What did you do earlier?

Flora held Herbert's arm tighter, sinking him into... the not-so-fertile soil.

Unfortunately, it wasn't just.

Fortunately, evil itself doesn't need justice to adorn itself.

unnecessary!

Flora was well aware of her "disadvantage" compared to others, but she didn't care and had no intention of changing her size.

I do have the "mature woman" persona, but I choose not to use it!

No need!
Who says it has to be big?
Who says bigger is always better?
What's the logic behind this?!
never heard of that!

Furthermore, if everyone is similarly "big," and there is no comparison, then what difference is there between "big" and "small" in this world?

No!

Without comparison, there is no harm... no, there is no meaning!

Flora firmly believes that people like herself are necessary and an important part of the world.

This is... a matter of righteousness!
Well, if this explanation still doesn't convince you, then Flora can take another step back.

Things are rare.

understand?

Less is more.

Those things that are common and ubiquitous are worthless.

Who agrees? Who objects?
say!

I agree, you have great taste.

Those who object... damn it, you've broken their legs!

Flora thought firmly to herself, her eyes as determined as if she wanted to join the monastery, while her hands continued to gently rub without stopping.

"……Um."

Herbert felt the subtle touch on his arm, and his eyebrows twitched slightly.

Compared to the magnanimity of others, this "narrow-minded" chest certainly has a unique flavor.

It's small, but very cute.

However, Herbert wasn't so tactless as to say those words aloud; he wanted to enjoy the moment a little longer.

It's okay if it's small, it's not a big deal.

Whether it's big or small, I love it all the same!

Regardless of gender, the value of a person cannot be measured by size!

It's fine if it's a little small, but... well, it can't be too small either. The right size is the best.

Flora, lost in thought, secretly worked on her work for a while before continuing:

“My lord, don’t be fooled by Kreti’s strong reaction just now, as if she left in a rage after being extremely angry.”

"Fake!"

"It's all acting."

The succubus curled her lip and sneered, "She's just trying to deceive you with her acting."

Yes, it was all an act!
"Her reaction just now seemed like she was angry, but if I looked closely, I realized she was actually holding back a laugh."

He seemed neither angry nor amused, neither smiling nor laughing.

Feigning anger and using exaggerated actions to conceal their secret delight.

Hey, woman.

They've got quite a few tricks up their sleeve.

I look down on you!

"hehe."

Herbert sensed the underlying sourness beneath Flora's seemingly calm tone, chuckled, shook his head, and couldn't resist pinching her cheek.

"Naughty."

Of course I knew that Kretie pretended to be angry and left the scene.

Her half-hearted expression practically screamed her inner thoughts, making it incredibly difficult for anyone to maintain composure.

Besides, don't you also like to act aloof and tattle on me here?

Still pretending?

Flora's cheek was pinched by Herbert, but even though the truth was out, she maintained a serious expression and insisted:
“My lord, I’m doing this all for your own good… Hmm, if you spoil Kreti like this, she’ll only become more and more arrogant, hmm…”

Your Majesty! Your Majesty!
I am a loyal subject!

You really need to take a good look!
I am loyal, she is treacherous!

"Hahaha!"

Seeing her stubborn refusal to admit her mistake, Herbert laughed and released her, saying with a smile, "Alright, alright, I'll be more careful."

"Besides, don't talk nonsense. I don't spoil her."

Since Kreti can fly anyway, Herbert wasn't worried about her safety. He smiled easily and said, "Based on her previous performance, she certainly deserves to be called a 'good woman,' doesn't she?"

"Besides, don't you find her shy reaction amusing?"

Flora nodded slightly, thinking that the latter part of the sentence was Herbert's real reason for doing so.

"Besides, even if Kretty becomes arrogant because of my few words, it doesn't matter, because you're still here, aren't you?"

Herbert looked at the Holy Light Succubus, a slight smile playing on his lips, and chuckled, "When that time comes, you'll definitely teach her a lesson, won't you?"

At this point, the succubus, who had been imitating her past self and putting on a cold and aloof demeanor, dropped her disguise.

"Hehe, you're right."

With a slight upturn of his lips and a dangerous glint in his eyes, he nodded with pleasure and chuckled, "When the time comes, please feel free to entrust her to me."

"I will teach her properly, in my own way, how to maintain humility as a servant."

As she finished speaking, the succubus's voice grew softer and softer, but the aura she exuded became increasingly dangerous... not a life-or-death crisis, but something else entirely.

From any perspective, succubi are a rather "dangerous" creature.

Succubi are inherently cruel; they can be both recipients of others' desires and outlets for their own.

"Flora, let's not even talk about Kretty, don't you think you've changed too?"

Herbert stroked his chin and smiled, "Compared to her, you've changed more."

After Flora transformed into her holy form, she did not become holy, detached from emotions and desires, or become a cold and aloof "angel."

On the contrary, it was as if she had suddenly unlocked her potential, as if she had gained a profound understanding and found, or rather, begun to release, her originally suppressed nature.

Every move she made exuded a subtle yet captivating charm, and her eyes, gazing at Herbert, were brimming with moisture, their every glance revealing a myriad of allure.

She was becoming more and more like a real succubus, looking at Herbert with a "aggressive" and "hungry" gaze.

Flora understood.

Once the influence of chaotic instincts subsided, what remained was simply my original personality.

It wasn't the succubus bloodline that influenced me and turned me into this.

Rather, I've always been this way from the very beginning!

I am that kind of succubus!

"Then... does my lord dislike me being like this?"

Flora's expression remained unchanged. Instead, she hugged Herbert's arm tightly, looked up at him, and said earnestly, "If you hate it, I can change back."

As soon as you give the order, I'll immediately revert to my previous state.

"No, that's not necessary."

Herbert laughed and waved his hand, casually saying, "You're fine the way you are."

Herbert was powerless and unwilling to stop the succubus's transformation, and could only helplessly shrug.

Well, whatever makes you happy.

Being happy is the most important thing.

"Well, it's not that I don't like you, you look pretty good, it's just a bit of a surprise."

Herbert looked tenderly at the succubus, whose outward appearance was calm but whose eyes were practically overflowing with laughter, and said softly, "It seems you have thought everything through. I don't need to worry anymore."

Although Herbert had confidence in Nenasha's ability to transform Flora, he still had to be cautious.

It wasn't that I was afraid Nenasha wouldn't do a good job, but rather that I was worried Flora herself would run into trouble.

"No, you just don't trust me! I'm angry! Humph!"

Upon realizing Herbert's thoughts, a certain comedic genius pounced on him like a wolf seeing meat, immediately expressing strong condemnation—"I've been insulted, I'm going to make a scene!"

"Unless you apologize to me right now, immediately, and in thirty different ways, praise my kindness, and then act all cute and affectionate with me for an hour, I will never forgive you!"

Eh?
Herbert paused for a moment upon hearing this, blinking in surprise.

Where did that dog barking come from?

That's strange.

Why did it start resonating in my heart?

【"Um???"】

Nenasha, who had only meant to join in the fun and make a joke, became furious upon hearing this and immediately retaliated.

"Barking? Herbert! You—"

mortal!

You are so brave!

How dare you attack me, who is your ally, lover, friend, and "enemy"!

"I'm angry! I'm really angry!"

Seemingly enraged to the extreme, Nenasha, unable to contain herself any longer, launched into a passionate tirade:
【“Beep—beep—”】

Herbert's expression remained unchanged, unilaterally ignoring the somewhat overly noisy whining in his ear as background noise, letting it go in one ear and out the other, as if nothing had happened.

It's a small matter.

To outsiders, Nenasha may appear genuinely enraged, about to make Herbert experience the horrors of divine wrath.

But Herbert knew that wasn't her true attitude.

She was just being affectionate with me.

younger sister.

you.

curse.

Like acting cute~
You can say whatever you want; I'll just pretend I didn't hear you.

"Ah."

Herbert listened to the "coquettishness" in his ear, looked at Flora with a clear and refreshing expression, and nodded with a smile.

"good."

I don't know what he was actually evaluating.

Is the newly born succubus really that good?
Or does the comedic god in "Wrath" have a unique flavor?

Or perhaps both?
Only Herbert himself knows the answer to this question.

"Thank you for your praise, my Lord."

The succubus took it as a self-assessment, smiled and lowered her head, indicating that she liked the way things were.

"Some people may feel that I have changed a lot and am different from the past."

"But I think that since we have been reborn, we should naturally live up to the new look and not be stuck in the past."

She smiled slightly, looked up at Herbert, and said softly, "To convey those thoughts that you dared not express in the past through words."

"Desire is not all wrong."

"Nature does not necessarily need to be forcibly suppressed."

In that chaotic instinct, the desire to kill needs to be restrained; one must not become a madman who only knows how to plunder lives.

But another kind of instinctive desire... well, maybe a little bit.

Don't treat it like a monster; just treat it with a normal mindset.

As long as you manage those desires reasonably and release them appropriately, they will be beneficial to both your physical and mental health.

Yes, it's beneficial and harmless!
"I have no problem with anything else, but could you please change the way you address me as 'My Lord'?"

Herbert pursed his lips and said with a hint of helplessness, "I suddenly feel a bit distant from you."

"My Lord" is a title of respect used by mortals when addressing gods or great beings they follow.

Herbert didn't feel he wasn't qualified; he just felt that if there were special reasons or others addressed him that way, it was fine, but those around him shouldn't be so distant.

Flora readily complied and immediately changed her tune, smiling as she said, "Yes, Master, I understand."

After saying that, she glanced back at the direction of Kreti's "Jumping Princess" to make sure she had no sign of returning for the time being, and a thought crossed her mind.

Perhaps, this is a good opportunity?

The succubus licked her lips, pressed her body closer to her master, and whispered in her ear, "Um, Master..."

“I think now might be the right time. Kretie’s not here, and I’m a little hungry. You see, could you… um?”

Just as Flora was about to seize this opportunity to sneak a bite before Kretty returned—she suddenly sensed a rather subtle gaze.

Ok?
Following her instincts, she looked up and saw a pair of huge, vertical pupils staring straight at her.

Valentina: Stare—

talk.

Why did you stop talking?

I'm listening.

"Humph."

The dragon scoffed softly, glancing sideways at the succubus, its eyes silently conveying its displeasure.

Go on, I want to see what you're really up to. What exactly are you planning to do on my back?
You're sneaking a bite, aren't you?

As if I don't exist, right?
Do you really think I'm your carriage?

Flora: ? ? ?

Oh no, I completely forgot about that!

She could no longer maintain her facade; her lips moved, and she said awkwardly, "Uh, Valentina, I..."

"Humph!"

Valentina pouted, gave a soft snort, and turned her head away.

You've really gone too far!
And do you know what's the worst thing about it?

You, you, you actually... didn't take me with you!

How could you be so selfish?!?

You actually wanted to eat it all by yourself!
Excessive!

They didn't even invite me to eat!
Ignore you!

snort!
Until... I'm not going to be friends with you for now, until you share your lava with me again.

Valentina thought fiercely to herself, and then stopped rushing towards the monastery, instead flying towards the place where Kreti had just "fallen".

At this height, that noisy guy certainly wouldn't have died from the fall, but I don't know why he hasn't flown back yet.

Let's go take a look.

"Uh!"

Flora, feeling a little embarrassed that someone had witnessed their intimate moment, pursed her lips, slowly released Herbert, and whispered, "Master, I..."

Now, we won't be able to eat.

Herbert didn't seem to mind, waving his hand and laughing, "It's alright, Valentina isn't petty, she won't take it to heart, don't worry about it too much."

"She might retaliate, but most of it will be rather childish, and you probably won't take it to heart."

Valentina's anger came quickly and went even faster; she wasn't very vengeful.

Moreover.

When it comes to being a glutton, she might not be much better than you!

...in every sense of the word.

Miss Hungry Dragon's style of doing things has always remained unchanged.

Others say: "Forever young, forever hungry."

Valentina's motto is: "Never use your brain, never get enough to eat!"

This person is someone who doesn't forget what they've been wronged with, and isn't petty at all.

The three of them quickly descended in the direction where Kretie had disappeared. Valentina transformed into a half-dragon without warning halfway down the slope.

Although she already knew Herbert could fly, she still firmly grabbed him and gently lowered him down.

Incidentally, Valentina, who was in a fit of anger, suddenly became furious.

As revenge and out of resentment, she only hugged Herbert, ignoring Flora on the other side and leaving her to deal with it herself.

Get your revenge!

The succubus lady with her petite bat wings flapping behind her also realized this, and her lips twitched slightly as she understood what Herbert meant by "childish".

How childish...

Are you a child?

This kind of revenge, which is like children playing house, is really unfamiliar to people.

Having witnessed countless battles between "allies" in the abyss, she couldn't help but feel a pang of emotion upon seeing this "naive to the point of being laughable."

"Miss Valentina is such a kind person."

"Hmm, although he's a little childish, he's really a good person!"

What a good person, oh no, what a truly good dragon!
After the three landed, they quickly followed the scent to find where Kreti had landed.

However, instead of a devil muttering that she wasn't a good woman, they found a small hole in the ground.

Kreti seemed to be in such a panic that she forgot to control her posture and speed, and slammed heavily to the ground...

Herbert: ?

Man, Mamba?

is it you?
Are you paying homage to Prisoner and also want to participate in the revival match?

What canned food, I mean?
Herbert squatted down and glanced into the dark, human-shaped pit. His previously playful and teasing expression changed slightly.

He couldn't even see the end of it at a glance!

Ok?
The space inside seemed to be much larger than he had imagined.

Moreover, in the deepest part, there was a faint glimmer of light, suggesting that there was another world below.

An underground world like a dark and shadowy place?

Herbert's expression was serious as he squinted and carefully examined the situation. He breathed a slight sigh of relief after sensing that Kreti's aura was damaged but not in mortal danger.

Thankfully, we don't need to help her put her body back together.

Herbert didn't go straight into the cave; instead, he crouched at the entrance and called out, "Hey—Kreti! Are you alright?"

"If you're still alive, get up quickly!"

"No one is allowed to sleep here!"

Even if you're a good woman, it won't work!

Herbert deliberately provoked Miss Devil, hoping to see her react by jumping up and down inside.

As a result, Herbert was disappointed this time.

Kretty ignored Herbert's teasing and disregarded the phrase "good woman."

"You...you all come down and take a look!"

A moment later, Miss Devil's voice came from inside the cave. She seemed to be in a state of bewildered shock, and exclaimed, "This, this seems to be a ruin!"

"There's a lot of stuff inside! Uh, but I can't understand the writing on it..."

remains?

Upon hearing this, the three people present were stunned.

Herbert, in particular, suddenly widened his eyes.

Herbert: Huh?
No, buddy?
Did you find a dungeon?

Wait, is this the legendary fantasy world version of the Jianghu adventure?

Others discover the cave of a master by jumping off a cliff, but you discover ruins after jumping off a cliff!
Besides, isn't this the treatment of a protagonist? Why are you getting the protagonist's script?
Herbert's eyebrows twitched, sensing that this devilish lady's luck seemed to be much better than he had imagined.

Not just today, she has always been very lucky.

He was arguably the luckiest person Herbert had ever met in his life.

In the past, Kretty always wanted to be a "pure, elegant devil who has lost his vulgar tastes," the epitome of an evil and powerful devil!

As a unique individual isolated from her own kind, she always longed for the respect of other demons.

For this reason, Kreti needs fame.

In hell, only infamy that terrifies the world is worthy of praise.

To this end, she did many bad things that she considered bad, hoping to gain some fame and make a name for herself.

As a result, all the evil deeds that Kretty racked her brains to do backfired.

All!

None were spared; they all started with high expectations but ended in a dismal failure.

His intentions were extremely bad, but the things he did were extremely good.

That year, she instigated the princes, who were also heirs, to kill each other.

As a result, the plot was exposed before it even happened, and the two princes were forced to fight each other in the street.

The kingdom was thrown into chaos, the original regime was overthrown, and the new regime released tens of thousands of innocent people who should have been executed.

This is a meritorious deed.

Another year passed, and she once bewitched a crazed nobleman to slaughter his own offspring in exchange for power.

That time, Kreti's persuasion was successful.

That nobleman did indeed do it; at the banquet, he personally killed his own son who had tried to kill him.

Not only that, but grieving the loss of his beloved son, he went completely insane and proceeded to cut all the nobles present into pieces.

It was really fun, wasn't it?

The beginning of standard chaos, right?

According to the usual script, the kingdom would be in chaos, with a large number of people dying tragically, and it would be best if there were a few riots.

As a result, not a single good person attended the banquet that day.

They were all notorious and wicked nobles, and together they were hindering the radical policies implemented by the newly enthroned king.

With these people dead, all obstacles to the implementation of the strategy disappeared. After taking advantage of the situation to recover the wealth of those nobles, the small country, which was originally on the verge of collapse, turned around successfully, and its people were exempted from taxes for three years.

Look, that's another good deed.

On another occasion, Kreti directly controlled the minds of the nobles, causing them to raise the lord tax to an astonishing 50% that year!
They couldn't even get half the food they needed, which was five times the amount of the church's tithes!
Five times!

These civilians must be furious!

As it turned out, without doing any preliminary research, she was unaware that the greedy nobleman had already raised the lord's tax to 90%...

Farmers not only had to hand over almost all of their harvest to the lord, but also had to pay for the use of facilities such as mills and ovens.

Those farmers who could barely survive eventually became tenant farmers of the lord, just to avoid being driven out of the city to face those terrible monsters.

In addition, there are poll taxes, property taxes, dead-hand donations, market taxes, salt taxes, commoner taxes... all sorts of malicious taxes.

Kreti's "malicious tax increase" is essentially a "malicious tax reduction"...

Unfortunately, it turned out to be another meritorious deed.

Another time...

and also……

……

She always started with malicious intent, but left with a lot of merit.

Every single time, it's the same.

Fuck!
Every single time!

In the end, Kreti became numb.

Kreti didn't know if her own moral standards as a devil were too high, or if these nobles' moral bottom line as human beings was too low...

She never hesitated to assume the worst about these people, but each time she was shocked by their utter depravity.

The wicked scheme she devised with all her might was no match for the cruelty of a lord's decree issued casually by someone else.

Finally, she came to a conclusion.

Those nobles, especially those hereditary nobles who have been in power for more than three generations—basically none of them are human!

Seriously, we devils should let you live in hell.

Good nobles do exist, but they are very, very rare.

Moreover, they were mostly persecuted by other nobles, and in the end, they either joined the corrupt forces or committed suicide with six stab wounds to their backs.

In those years, Kreti was doing good deeds with bad intentions. All his hard work didn't accumulate any bad karma; it was all good deeds.

And that is actually the reason why Kretty was able to survive under the wrath of that invincible old man, Deng.

And who can say that this isn't a kind of luck?

Good fortune lies where misfortune lurks, and misfortune lies where good fortune lurks.

Is this what it feels like to be blessed with good fortune?

Herbert expressed a bit of envy.

hateful!

I also want to be blessed with more luck!

Lady Luck, please open your eyes and look at me more!

Herbert called out to the goddess in his heart, hoping she would notice his expression—and then he was rejected.

"Tsk, are you deliberately bothering me?"

Miss Harmony was very unhappy with Herbert's change of heart and complained, "You greedy bastard! Isn't having one goddess like me enough?"

Nenasha, like an aging, faded, and neglected woman, grumbled angrily:

"Besides, aren't you blessed right now? Do you know how lucky you are to have met me?"

"Don't come here."

Herbert rolled his eyes and scoffed, "Aren't you the lucky one to have met us?"

"I didn't deny that!"

The gods were yelling and raving in our ears, demanding an answer from the mortals: "Forget everything else! Just tell me, wasn't it lucky to meet me?"

[“Hey hey hey! Isn’t it! Isn’t it! Isn’t it!!?”]

Miss Harmony is asking herself a loud, repetitive question from the depths of her soul!
Herbert, exasperated by the noise, finally nodded reluctantly: "Yes, yes, it really is lucky, incredibly lucky!"

"Hmph! That's more like it~"

After finally calming the God of Harmony down, Herbert returned his consciousness to the outside world.

What is this place?
Herbert did not hesitate and was about to jump down to see what was going on.

But Flora grabbed Herbert from behind, pulled him behind her, and whispered, "Master, please let me go down and investigate the danger first."

The Holy Light Succubus's eyes lit up with a pale golden light as she calmly gazed at her master and said gently, "Please do not refuse. This is my mission, the oath I have sworn."

Gentle, but not to be refused.

Flora's attitude was clear: My dear master, please do not stop me from becoming your sword and shield.

"..."

Herbert's brow furrowed slightly, but quickly relaxed.

No matter how unrestrained her nature may be, Flora is now a paladin who has sworn an oath.

Not everyone can become a paladin, and even if you become a paladin, you won't be a paladin forever.

They enjoy the protection and blessings they receive in exchange for their vows, and therefore must adhere to the various rules they have established.

If one does not keep the sacred oath one has made, one day one will lose this glorious identity.

She would do everything in her power to protect the master she serves.

No one can stop her.

Even the master being protected cannot be protected.

Herbert paused for a moment, then smiled and nodded, saying, "Okay, go ahead, thank you for your hard work."

Flora smiled, shook her head gently, turned around, and gracefully jumped into the cave.

However, just as she was falling, Herbert seemed to see her reveal a slightly sinister and dangerous smile.

Is it an illusion?

But soon, Herbert realized he probably hadn't misread it.

Because soon from inside, a scream came—from Kreti.

"Wait! It's me! It's me!"

"I'm not hurt! Stop! Don't come any closer!"

"Don't use holy light to heal me, I didn't—ah!!!"

"Flora!"

"You damned demon! You fucking—ah, I was wrong! I was wrong!"

"No—ah!"

"Herbert!"

"You need to do something about her! You—"

……

In just thirty seconds, Kreti let out about twenty screams.

The wailing was so mournful and tragic that it brought tears to one's eyes.

Valentina blinked rapidly, glancing strangely into the cave.

What are they doing?

Herbert shook his head and chuckled, "It must have been an accident, right? It can't be Flora taking this opportunity to get revenge on Kreti, can it? Haha."

how could be?

Haha.

"Alright, since the two of them are having such a lively fight, there shouldn't be any problems inside. Let's go down too."

Herbert was about to step down when Valentina grabbed him from behind.

Ok?
Come again?

Do you want to go through it again?

Before he could react, he felt himself flipped over, and then the back of his head was pressed down hard, sinking into something soft and yielding.

Apply force, squeeze.

In that soft, jade-like skin, Herbert heard a soft groan tinged with a hint of grievance and dissatisfaction.

"Humph!"

No further words were needed; Herbert understood immediately.

This wasn't just a complaint about Flora trying to steal food earlier, but also a dissatisfaction with not being allowed to eat in the Holy City.

Valentina is a ruthless person who doesn't talk much and prefers to take action rather than waste words.

Those who don't like to use their brains will always be hungry.

But he's not completely brainless.

She calls herself a "foodie," and she's always been very quick-witted when it comes to food and eating.

She keenly noticed what was happening between Herbert and Flora.

She doesn't care if Herbert is shared with others.

But this magnanimity is contingent on her own share not being taken away from her.

This special dragon was not as selfish as its kind, but it wasn't as generous either.

Valentina had held back and didn't complain to Herbert when there were two other people present, but now she was determined to get her revenge.

Or rather—use your charm and make up for what's rightfully yours.

She doesn't need Herbert's apology, explanation, or any compensation.

All we need to do is make up for what she's missing.

Will suffice.

Herbert hugged her back tightly, gently patting Valentina's back with his hand, silently expressing his apology.

The two didn't exchange any other words, just quietly embraced, feeling each other's body temperature, heartbeat, and scent...

This tranquil and beautiful atmosphere did not last long and was soon interrupted by an angry roar.

"Herbert!"

"How the hell are you going to pretend you can't hear me?!"

Miss Devil finally couldn't hold back anymore.

"If you don't come down, I'm not finished with you!"

"If I ever worry about you even once again, I'm a monster!!!"

Anyone with even a basic understanding of the devil knows that Kretty's words were actually quite harsh.

When the devil says you act like a demon, that's a really dirty insult.

Herbert and the other man released each other, looked into each other's eyes, and couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Pfft, hahaha! Hahaha!"

"Hehe, alright, it's time to go. If we wait any longer, they'll really get impatient."

"Ah."

When Herbert led the cheerful Valentina into the cave, after traversing a distance much longer than expected, they entered a vast, open space.

A rough estimate suggests that there is enough space for a stadium.

Moreover, the scene Herbert imagined did not appear.

Unfortunately, we won't be able to see women fighting anymore.

The devil and the demon did not wrestle and pull hair or tear hair ornaments together, but chased each other from one side to the other.

Kreti raced ahead, while Flora followed leisurely behind, occasionally flicking the air with her whip.

It was less a fight between two equally matched opponents and more a one-sided beating...

Although Kreti screamed pitifully, there weren't many marks on her body—except for one red buttock.

It wasn't from being whipped, but rather it looked like he'd been kicked hard.

Who kicked it?
How could you be so mean!

Seeing that the Abyss Duo was doing alright, Herbert didn't immediately step forward to stop them, but instead squinted at his surroundings.

The only light source inside the cave is some fluorescent plants, which vaguely reveal the ruins' dilapidated state, suggesting they have been forgotten for countless years.

The entire space was filled with an ancient atmosphere.

Where exactly is this place?

Herbert walked to the side, raised his hand and wiped away a patch of moss, revealing a metal plate hidden beneath it, along with inscriptions on it.

Ancient, vaguely familiar special characters, as if I've seen a similar structure somewhere before.

What exactly is it... Oh!

I have written about it.

"The writing of the elves?"

When he first communicated with Nenasha through letters, he was passively forced to write down some Elven characters.

"These are elven runes!"

Nenasha's correct answer caused Herbert's expression to shift slightly.

"So that means... this is the legacy of the elves?"

Looking at the surrounding ruins, he couldn't make out what kind of place it was.

"To be precise, it should be considered a legacy of the Elven Empire era; that type of rune was only used for a period of time during that period."

The gods jokingly remarked that it was an outdated script, one of the legacies of a proud and mad empire.

"Congratulations, my dearest ally, you have been incredibly fortunate to find a fragment of a civilization that has survived in the world."

Elf Empire?

Did the elves ever have an empire?

Herbert himself lacked knowledge, but he had acquired a considerable amount of knowledge from the Ash Bishop, and after a moment's thought, he found the records of that brief era.

"This is really..."

Herbert marveled at the ancient elves' madness, but felt nothing particularly special about it.

There was neither sympathy nor mockery.

After all, it was just a cold, ancient text; he couldn't truly empathize with it.

But Herbert was still very interested in the legacy of that empire.

However, the cave was too dark, and it was impossible to see the surroundings clearly.

In the past, Herbert would have relied on his night vision to strain his eyes and try to see clearly, or he would have used a torch for illumination.

But now, as a Saint of the Sun, he no longer needs to go through so much trouble.

Herbert raised his hand and pointed upwards, speaking softly:
"Light."

The saints said, “Let there be light.”

Then, light appeared.

A phantom image of the sun, no bigger than a ping-pong ball, appeared in the space.

This is the power of borrowing the sun's authority to allow a sliver of its shadow to fall upon any place in the mortal world.

Normally, this ability is used in special locations where sunlight cannot reach, to help the saints in the blazing sun and other believers.

Whether or not there is sunlight makes a world of difference to sun believers.

Without sunlight, their strength immediately dropped by 20%.

With the sun shining upon them, the power of sun believers is significantly enhanced.

Of course, ordinary light sources won't work, but the phantom of the sun summoned by the saint can be regarded as the sun itself.

It can be said that this is a powerful skill that enhances the entire group.

It is a precious ability that only those favored by God and saints can use, representing a high status in the church.

But now, this ability, which symbolizes status, is being used as a searchlight by Herbert, an outsider.

If devout followers of the sun god saw this, several of them would probably faint from anger on the spot.

"As long as it provides light, why are there so many rules?"

"Even your family's sun goddess didn't object!"

Herbert was leisurely thinking, but his smugness didn't last long. Suddenly, he felt a cold, stinging pain in his soul.

Danger!?
hum-

But the next instant, Herbert heard a faint sound, as if some completely rusted mechanical structure was trembling slightly deep within the ruins.

Click, click, click...

What's going on?!?
But anyway…

Gotta run!

But before Herbert could speak, a series of mental fluctuations entered his mind.

Herbert shouldn't have understood the archaic Elvish, but with Nenesha's help, he fully comprehended the meaning.

[Warning! Divine power fluctuations detected!]

[Analysis suggests it's due to the power of the blazing sun...]

[It has been determined that the Apostles of the Blazing Sun have invaded the Holy City.]

Counterattack system activated.

[The magic cannon is ready.]

[The target has been locked. 】

Launch procedure has been initiated.

【The countdown begins.】

Herbert: ! ! ?

(End of this chapter)