Diary of the Improper Monster Girl Transformation.

Chapter 455 How could you be so selfish?! (A loud voice!)
"Hey! Is this important?"

"Does it matter? Nenasha, how could you ask such a question? Of course it does—it's very important!"

Herbert, with a serious expression, corrected Miss Harmony's misconception and said in a deep voice, "You have to understand, being good-looking is very important no matter where you are!"

You guy!

Don't underestimate the importance of appearance!

Putting everything else aside, if Herbert hadn't been so good-looking, he wouldn't have been able to make an initial impression on the monster girls upon their first meeting.

The story might take a completely different turn later on.

Nenasha wanted to complain about Herbert's strange insistence several times, but in the end she had no choice but to obey.

Oh well, after all, they were the ally I chose myself.

Just spoil him.

Oh well, after all, he's the partner I chose myself!
Just spoil him!

Even so, He still muttered: ["...Tsk, you rascal, don't think you can do whatever you want just because you have a face more beautiful than an elf!"]

"Ok?"

Herbert pondered for a moment, then blinked and nodded, saying, "You know what, you really can! It really works."

Nenasha thought about it for a while and finally had to agree with this statement.

"...Yes, indeed."

Having a high level of attractiveness is indeed unbeatable.

The two joked and teased each other for a while, then Nenasa asked about another matter that concerned her: "Speaking of which, Herbert, are you really going to listen to that little kitten and help those beastmen?"

"Although you probably already know the gist of it, I still want to remind you that this might be a conspiracy by the nature pantheon~"

"Hmph! I think they're just waiting for you to fall into their trap so they can capture you and use you as a Star Fury!"

"Boys need to be careful when they're out and about!"

Then, Nenasha, who called herself an evil god, loudly admonished:

"Beware of bad women!"

As an evil goddess, Nenasha never hesitates to interpret the actions of others with the utmost malice.

Not to mention, the nature pantheon is a neutral faction between good and evil, and its way of doing things is not so rigid.

Especially since the person in charge on the other side is clearly a goddess.

Be on guard! Be on guard! Be on guard again!
They definitely have ill intentions!
Beware of women!

I'll say it again.

Watch out for the goddess!

Nenasha reacted with stress.

mine!

No one is allowed to take it!
"Haha, aren't you getting a little too excited?"

Herbert chuckled, shook his head, and said calmly, "A conspiracy? I don't think so. Your thinking is a bit too cynical!"

"I'm dark? Ha, so what? I'm an evil god!"

Yes, yes, yes... it's a comedic god!

"Hey! Were you thinking something rude just now?"

Ugh, I hate those perceptive brats the most.

Herbert pursed his lips, ignoring His "gaze," and naturally continued the previous topic, saying, "Although these beast-human clans don't seem to be a difficult matter on the surface, this matter is probably not that simple."

"Oh? What's your reasoning for thinking that way?"

"Reasons? Does intuition count?"

Herbert shrugged, stroking his chin with amusement, and said in a low voice, "Although I don't yet know the real trouble behind this matter, since the Goddess of the Forest brought them up herself, then this matter... hehe, is quite interesting."

"It's a very simple principle: the migration of a beastman clan wouldn't be of any concern to a pantheon leader."

"Behind these guys, there must be a problem that's not insignificant to them."

"Or rather, the inconvenience of doing it personally?"

The Ice Goddess, who had been completely captivated by Herbert's "hand of God," had let her guard down and turned into a confidante kitten, recounting the entire incident to Herbert in great detail.

It was this insider's firsthand information that allowed Herbert to savor something interesting.

Showing courtesy for nothing is either cheating or stealing.

Although Herbert believed that the natural pantheon did indeed have the idea and intention to befriend him, this "outlier," it did not mean that their actions were free from their own interests.

It definitely will!
Herbert firmly believed this.

It seems that the other party has the idea of ​​doing a favor and killing two birds with one stone, so that I can help them solve a small problem at the same time.

"So, what are you planning to do?"

"Should we pretend we didn't notice and then slack off? Or should we confront them directly?"

Miss Harmony maliciously tempted: "If you ask me, since the nature pantheon wants to scheme against you, why don't you just go and destroy them!"

Would Herbert be so impulsive?
of course not.

"Heh, why would I refuse? Those people are exactly what Elda needs. Some homeless, innocent people fit my requirements perfectly."

Why would he refuse a win-win situation that benefits both parties?

However, how exactly to win, and by how much each side will win... that depends on his plans.

Commissioner Smith taught us a lesson.

In this kind of matter, rules are rules, and requirements are requirements, but when it comes to how to actually implement them, the room for variation is quite large!
Of course, I'm referring to Commissioner Smith's matter.JPG
"Also, there's no rush regarding the beastmen. Although I've expressed my willingness to accept their ideas, we'll have to wait and see what Hecaias says. They might actually reject us."

"The most important thing now is to go back to the monastery and report the mission to the leaders before He replies."

Herbert gazed at the familiar mist that he could vaguely make out, a slight smile playing on his lips, and chuckled softly, "After wandering around outside for so long, it's time to go back."

"Hehe, I wonder if they miss me."

……

……

Two days later.

The Misty Monastery.

The first rays of morning sunlight pierced through the mist and fell upon the ancient walls of the monastery.

Boom, boom, boom.

Accompanied by heavy footsteps, a tall figure slowly emerged from the shadows below.

"what……"

The burly man's bald head reflected a bright light in the morning glow.
The sudden burst of light instantly attracted the attention of the surrounding cultivators. After a moment of surprise, they all bowed their heads and paid their respects to the burly man.

"Your Majesty Bishop."

"Your Honor, Presiding Judge."

They bowed their heads, respectfully expressing their reverence to the weary figure.

The cultivators knew that this lord had been on guard duty underground all this time, and must be enduring torment in the darkness that ordinary people could not understand.

But the presiding judge paid no attention to the others' bows; he simply looked up wistfully at the rising sun overhead.

He stretched out his arms wide, raising them high in the sun, basking in the long-lost warmth.

"Hmm—ha!"

The presiding judge stretched his body forcefully, then let out a long sigh and muttered to himself, "Finally... I'm finally out! I was so suffocated!"

I'm suffocating.

I'm fucking suffocating!
Seeing the judge's pained expression, the monks' respect for him deepened. However, what these monks didn't know was that the truth behind the judge's frustration was, to say the least, completely unrelated to their imagination.

Compared to the tedium and loneliness of staying in the sanctuary for a long time, the real torment was being interrupted halfway through a sentence.

Moreover, it wasn't just once.

twice!

Damn it, absolutely damn it!
Twice! ! !
If the person who interrupted the judge hadn't been the Ash Bishop, whom he greatly respected, he would have definitely given him a piece of his mind.

This kind of suffocation won't kill you, but it can drive you crazy!

The presiding judge basked in the sunlight for a while by "praising the sun," and finally felt like he had returned to the human world, and his mental state returned to normal.

"Forget it, let's just leave what happened before. Next time I see that kid, I'll definitely have a good talk with him... Hmm?"

Just as he was thinking, the judge suddenly noticed a familiar white figure in his "sight".

Eh?
"Herbert?"

"Ok?"

Herbert, who had been stopped, halted and bowed to the presiding judge, smiling as he said, "Your Honor, it's been a long time. How have you been?"

It's really him!
The judge was overjoyed. He strode over, put an arm around the boy's shoulder, and said with a grin, "You're asking about my health? Haha, what problems could possibly exist in my body!"

He instinctively tried to pull Herbert toward the courthouse, but his first attempt failed.

Ok?
what happened?

Just as he was wondering, Herbert had already caught up with him and was walking alongside him.

Although it was a bit strange, the presiding judge did not take this small detail to heart.

At this moment, all his energy was focused on one thing.

chat!

I absolutely have to talk to him about everything I wanted to say before!
"Oh right, we still have something to talk about last time... Ouch!"

But just as the judge was talking to Herbert about those long-awaited topics, he paused for a moment, seemingly under some PTSD, and looked back guiltily, as if subconsciously waiting for something.

"……Um?"

No, isn't it?
He waited anxiously for a while, but still didn't hear the Ash Bishop's voice, and scratched his bald head in confusion.

Eh?
This time, are you not going to interrupt?

Herbert chuckled to himself at his pitiful state and asked, "Your Honor, are you worried that the Warden might suddenly call me away?"

"Well, no, uh, well... I am a little worried."

Although the presiding judge felt somewhat embarrassed, he had no choice but to admit his concerns.

It's no exaggeration to say that this incident has almost become a psychological trauma for the presiding judge.

Faced with such a pitiful leader, Herbert reassured him understandingly, "Hehe, you don't need to worry this time, because I just left her."

"Furthermore, I made a point of reporting to the Knight Commander beforehand, and I was just waiting to report to you."

Herbert's gentle smile warmed the heart of the judge who was basking in its radiant glow.

Look! Everyone, take a look!

That's a good child!
How thoughtful!

You guys got off easy by snatching our Herbert away from the courthouse!
"Alright, since they're not bothering us anymore, I'll take my time chatting this time, haha... Eh?"

However, just as the presiding judge was preparing to have a heart-to-heart talk with his outstanding employee, he suddenly felt the boy he was holding... suddenly float up.

Ok?
Take off?
"How do you fly... uh, no!"

Herbert didn't fly on his own; someone was controlling his body.

who!!?
Who is trying to take Herbert away from me?
who is it! ?
The judge's eyes, hidden behind his blindfold, flashed with anger as he looked furiously in the direction from which the power had come.

"Who is it...?"

Then, the presiding judge was stunned.

That place was none other than the underground sanctuary he had just left.

The sealed artifacts have revolted?

No...that's not right!
"No! You can't!"

He finally realized—who in this monastery had such power? Who could simply drag a monk away and do something so outrageous…

It's him!It's him!it's him!
"Your Excellency Archbishop! No! You can't do this!"

At this moment, the judge, who had been taken away from her face for the third time, broke down and tried to reach out to grab Herbert, begging him not to leave.

But just like in all TV dramas, at crucial moments, the male lead always seems to mess things up and miss something.

He missed.

The presiding judge felt his body stiffen, unable to move forward even half a step.

He could only watch helplessly as Herbert drifted toward the underground sanctuary, witnessing the boy give him an apologetic, helpless smile.

Do not!
Quack! Don't make that face!

The presiding judge stood frozen in place, his hand still raised in a daze.

A moment later, he finally came to his senses and his body was freed.

In that instant, the judge's expression twisted, he knelt on the ground, bowed his head, and wailed in anguish.

"Do not!!!"

"Can't!!!"

How could you be so selfish?!

There are cows!

There are cows!

……

……

The underground sanctuary.

Herbert, who had been forcibly dragged over, sat down in front of the archbishop. He smirked, barely managing to suppress his barely suppressed laughter, coughed, and said with a straight face:
"Your Excellency, well, cough cough... I think treating the Chief Judge like this is a bit too much."

You old bastards can't always pick on an honest guy to bully.

Next time, tease the knight commander more and see if you can make his rusty nails pop out of his head...

"Is it too much?"

The archbishop looked at Herbert with an indifferent expression and sneered, "I think this is nothing compared to what you've done."

Ok?
Herbert's brow twitched slightly, somewhat puzzled by the archbishop's words.

What do I mean by what I did?
...Um, sir, which one are you referring to?
Was it because I conspired with the God of Harmony? Or was I planning to spread rumors about the Sun Goddess? Or did I secretly hide a magic cannon? Or... cough cough!
Oh dear, she's so outstanding, she does so much, I'm a little overwhelmed.

So, which one are you referring to?

The archbishop, seeing Herbert deep in thought, snorted coldly and said in a chilling voice, "Herbert, do you know what the biggest mistake you've ever made is?"

"you……"

The archbishop stared intently at Herbert, who showed no remorse, his expression turning grave. He spoke with difficulty, "After you encountered danger outside, why...why didn't you call me?!"

"Looking for me!"

"As a member of the monastery, shouldn't you think of me first instead of asking others for help?!"

Old Man Deng glared at Herbert, his voice booming with anguish:

How could you be so selfish?!

Herbert:
(End of this chapter)