Diary of the Improper Monster Girl Transformation.

Chapter 456 You really don't understand anything.

Chapter 456 You really don't know anything!
"I've been waiting for so long!"

"I thought you, child, would understand me..."

"result!"

"you!"

"You're so immature!"

The archbishop clutched his chest in grief, as if he had suffered an unbearable wound.

child.

Did you see that?
It hurts here!
do you know?

here!

It hurts so much!!!
"……what?"

Herbert, the king of torment who was always tormenting others, was now deeply confused.

Am I being unreasonable?

me?

I?
what?
"Tsk!"

Fuck!
You old idiot!

When faced with accusations, Herbert always preferred to retaliate rather than repent.

You think I'm being unreasonable, but isn't it possible that... it's you who's being unreasonable?
"……Ah!"

Herbert stared at the archbishop speechlessly, narrowing his eyes and twisting the corners of his mouth.

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laugh!
So you're going to follow my lead?
laugh.

Go ahead and pretend, pretend all you want!
Keep pretending!
This kind of thing requires mutual cooperation; interaction between both parties is indispensable.

As long as I hold back and don't react, I'll see how you continue your act!

As expected, the archbishop fell silent under Herbert's cold and contemptuous gaze.

The two looked at each other silently, saying nothing, yet it seemed as if they had said everything.

"Cough! Cough... Hmm."

After a moment, the old man coughed twice, nodded with a normal expression, and naturally returned to his normal attitude.

He looked at Herbert as if he had just returned victorious, nodded, and said with a kind and approving expression:

"Herbert, I'm very satisfied with your performance this time. You did a good job."

He calmly stated, as if all his previous exaggerated behavior had vanished from history:
"Although you are still lacking in crisis management and have forgotten some key... things (gritting his teeth)."

As he finished speaking, his expression changed slightly, revealing three parts regret, three parts resentment, four parts anger, and ninety parts dissatisfaction.

He's a son of a bitch!

She gave Herbert a resentful look, then deliberately continued indifferently, "But overall, what you... no, what those girls did was still quite excellent."

"If they can continue like this, perhaps the day they are freed from their prisoner status is not far off."

Although Old Deng appeared calm and collected on the surface, he was inwardly bleeding with resentment at losing the opportunity to go out and get some fresh air.

Damn it!

However, his words were not only praising Herbert, but also mentioning the three monster girls, including Valentina, who accompanied him on the trip.

It seems like a lot has been said, but not much of it is useful.

In summary, it boils down to fourteen characters: "Well done, keep it up next time, and there will be a reward for doing a good job."

That's all!

It did not provide any real help.

Almost everyone with a discerning eye could see that this was a trap.

Because this is a common phrase a boss uses to encourage his subordinates: "Work hard, and I'll give you a promotion and a raise later."

Even though everyone knows he's spouting nonsense that's impossible to achieve, they still can't help but waver slightly at his words.

Even though he might say the same thing to others, what if... I'm different?

Maybe I'll be that lucky one!

But setting aside these unrealistic fantasies, the archbishop's assessment still stirred something within Herbert.

No other reason than this—it's the approval of the Archbishop of the Mist!
This recognition came not from anyone else, but from the very person who sent them to the disciplinary institution.

Although Valentina and her two companions didn't contribute much during this trip, they were far from being useless decorations.

They all played their respective roles and realized their own value.

Valentina goes without saying; she transforms into a flying princess, a mount, and a henchman, yet she only demands one salary.

—Although paying salaries is a time-consuming, labor-intensive, and time-consuming process, it only requires one payment.

Kreti used her persuasive words to stir up the emotions of tens of thousands of Sun Believers, bringing them back to their senses from the chaotic realm of the God of Lust.

This act directly saved the lives of nearly 10,000 people, and can be described as a great deed.

Although she had mixed feelings about this unexpected act of kindness, her attitude was not important; what mattered was what she did.

Flora did little, seemingly only transforming into a lava giant to sound the horn of a divine war.

But simply being able to hold up in crucial moments is often enough.

Moreover, the blazing sun horn has a greater symbolic meaning, and not just anyone is qualified or able to sound it.

The clarion call of holy war!
When the horn of holy war sounds, the meaning of the entire war will change.

Behind her seemingly ordinary and inconspicuous appearance, Flora actually silently bore a considerable amount of pressure—which is one of the reasons why the sun goddess later did not resist her recklessness at all.

The fact that she was able to sound the horn in the first place already proved her character, not to mention the special meaning that the horn sound had for the believers of the blazing sun.

He had long recognized the true nature of this monstrous succubus.

“Uh! Well… thank you for the compliment?” Herbert blinked, asking somewhat uncertainly.

If we over-interpret the archbishop's words, it might be understood that the archbishop cares about all of them.

"Hmph! Don't misunderstand, I wasn't praising you."

The archbishop snorted, glanced at Herbert, and muttered sarcastically, "I am very dissatisfied with someone like you who can't grasp the situation in a crisis, only cares about showing off, and doesn't know how to ask for help!"

At this point, neither of them bothered to pretend anymore. The archbishop practically had "You better beg me for help so I can go out and have fun!" written all over his face.

In response, Herbert stated—

"Ah, yes, yes, yes! Ah, right, right, right!"

Herbert was too lazy to argue with the archbishop.

Okay, okay, whatever you say.

I can't be bothered to argue with you!
He nodded vigorously, readily agreeing, "You're right, it was my fault! I promise next time! I'll definitely ask you for help when necessary!"

"Then you must help me and save me from danger."

Old Deng, please be sure to save me from this predicament!

As for why I'm in such a predicament... well...

As long as you don't mention it, I won't ask. In short, please help me!
"I don't know how... Humph?"

The archbishop was surprised that Herbert had suddenly become so obedient and sensible. He had originally planned to continue throwing a tantrum like a child, but all the expressions he had made were now useless, leaving him awkwardly embarrassed.

"...Hmm, hehe, that's more like it!"

He twitched his brow, then slowly nodded and said, "Since you've put it that way, then I'll reluctantly offer you some small help!"

"Don't be shy, and don't be afraid. Just leave it to me."

The archbishop puffed out his chest proudly, while Herbert nodded with a smile.

"Uh-huh."

He detected at least three errors (lies) in the archbishop's statement.

It was not "reluctantly," not "small," and not "help."

They're not even going to act anymore; it's purely a matter of "settling personal scores." No, it should be "misusing public resources" for personal gain... but that doesn't quite add up.

Herbert grumbled inwardly, while Old Deng, standing to the side, was satisfied.

He looked at Herbert and the more he looked, the more he felt that he was a really obedient and sensible good child.

So good! So good!
They must have been in a critical situation before and didn't want to trouble me, which is why they didn't call me.

Yes, that must be it!

"By the way, there's one more thing."

In high spirits, the archbishop recalled another matter and casually brought it up:
"By the way, I saw you being forcibly baptized by them."

"What do you think? Do you think that's enough?"

Herbert: ?

He tilted his head suspiciously and glanced at the archbishop.

"Uh, it seems like that's true. Does that mean it doesn't count?"

No, doesn't that count?
“Of course not!” the archbishop said firmly.

Then he shut his mouth and stared silently at Herbert.

"..."

You're asking me!

He stared at Herbert, his eyes constantly gesturing.

Ask me quickly!
Why don't you understand?
But Herbert did not continue along with him at this point; instead, he questioned his motives.

I know you want me to ask, but I'm not cooperating.

I forgot the beginning, I forgot the end, but I just love saying no! (jojo standing)
Also, why did you suddenly bring this up?
Wait, you're not jealous about something like this, are you?
Herbert was fairly clear about his own condition; not long ago, when he visited the Ash Bishop, she gave him a similar assessment.

"Although you have undergone sublimation and your strength has been improved, you are not yet a true [Ascensionist], but only a half-baked one."

Moreover, she regretfully told Herbert that sublimation could only be performed once, and the ceremony originally prepared by the monastery would probably not be able to completely change the current situation.

For all beings, the path to sublimation is predetermined, whether it succeeds or fails.

This state is one that mortals cannot change.

Herbert was by no means happy with the result, but he wasn't devastated either.

Contentment brings happiness, and maintaining a stable mindset is the secret to preserving mental well-being.

Moreover, there's always a way out. Just because the monastery can't do it doesn't mean that Nenesha can't find a solution.

Judging from the fact that He only smiled meaningfully after listening, we can probably draw a conclusion.

There is probably a way, but it will require paying a small price to obtain it—that's the little fun between the two of them.

However, judging from the archbishop's current stance... he can handle it too?

Oh right, that's normal.

Just because mortals cannot solve some problems does not mean that gods are helpless.

A saint is almost equivalent to a god.

And the one before us... is no ordinary saint either.

After witnessing the power of Pope Sunrise, a saint who was undoubtedly at the pinnacle of the mortal realm, Herbert gained a deeper understanding of the archbishop's strength.

He could still sense the power of the Sun Pope and vaguely perceive his limits.

Even when facing real gods, Herbert felt that they were nothing special.

They are powerful, but still within Herbert's comprehension.

He knew exactly how strong these people were, and what made them so strong.

However, when faced with the archbishop, this kind old man who was always smiling—Herbert—remained silent.

The more his own strength increased, the more he could feel how terrifying the other was.

He couldn't even sense the archbishop's limits; it was always like facing a bottomless abyss.

Unseen and incomprehensible.

There's even a feeling of facing some indescribable existence.

So, just how lucky am I to have encountered a real big boss in the beginner village?
Or rather... just how dramatic and unpredictable is my own destiny?

Fortunately, although this big shot's thoughts are still a mystery, he is currently quite friendly.

He must have something in mind; he wouldn't be so kind to me for no reason.

But until you have enough power to fight back, it's best to pretend nothing happened.

When faced with such a being, no amount of caution is excessive.

Herbert left the archbishop waiting for a while, but finally answered honestly:
"Hmm... it was indeed an accidental baptism, but it seems to have only gone halfway, not quite complete."

After posing for a while, the archbishop nodded and said indifferently, "Heh, just as I thought, He really won't go out of his way to baptize you."

"This matter is, well, a little troublesome, but not entirely unsolvable."

After speaking, the old man looked kindly at the boy, like a truly selfless elder, and said:
"Don't worry, child, I will definitely help you."

If that's all, it's not bad.

Unfortunately, there's a second half to that sentence.

"—Just promise me you'll be more sensible next time, understand?"

Herbert nodded silently, feeling helpless.

Ah, that's it!

"Yes, that's right!"

You need to understand! Who is truly good to you?

The archbishop was pleased with the boy's honest attitude and smugly hummed:

"Be careful next time, don't let those cats and dogs outside lure you away!!!"