Diary of the Improper Monster Girl Transformation.

Chapter 486 Wa: Why do I have this feeling that my house has been raided...?

"..."

Inside the treehouse, Sfanie walked hesitantly ahead, ascending the steps one by one.

During this exceptionally long walk, the boots lightly touched the ever-extending steps, making a soft sound that broke the silence.

Da da da……

The staircase keeps being created, extending upwards forever, seemingly without ever reaching its end.

It seems like the reality of going upstairs will never be achieved. (Image)
But—really?

"hehe."

Although the current situation was somewhat strange, Herbert was not impatient. He leisurely watched the figure in front of him, appreciating the beautiful up-and-down undulations.

His spatial awareness was quite good; he knew their current situation was like walking on an escalator going in the opposite direction, constantly moving in mid-air.

LOL, I spent half the day on the stair climber.

Clearly, the treehouse owner didn't want him to go into that room—or at least not so soon.

However, Herbert wasn't in a hurry.

He has never been a lustful, impatient man.

Compared to the pleasure derived from the specific exercise, the preparation beforehand is also extremely important.

Only the combination of passion and desire can lead to true mastery.

Since things have come to this point anyway, he's willing to give Sfanie a little more time to think or deal with it.

The dark elf lady walking in front had a rather interesting expression on her face at that moment.

"..."

She had lost her usual composure; her eyes held panic, doubt, confusion... and a deep shyness.

Sfanie didn't really intend to use this "endless staircase" to delay indefinitely; she was just giving herself some mental preparation.

Yes.

She, a dark elf who had lived for hundreds of years, was completely panicked before her first intimate encounter with a man.

"Uh, well, I..."

Although this was something Sfanie had been looking forward to for a long time and was very clear about the specific process, she didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

However, in the current situation, there is absolutely no literature or reference available!

For traditional dark elves, there are no such formalities; they just get straight to the point and enjoy the pleasure that comes with pain.

Dark elves mostly play very recklessly and look down on this ordinary "method".

So, nobody's telling me what to do now!

What should I say now?
What should I do now?
Did I make the first move?
Uh, should we just let him do it himself?

Sfanie appeared calm, but in reality, her mind was in turmoil. Several clones outside of this location were simultaneously reviewing various documents, trying to conceal her panic.

And then... she failed.

As a serious "scholar of taboo studies," her collection contains none of those indecent things related to love and romance.

After half an hour of frantic searching, Sfanie finally gave up.

Never mind, let it be.

Tired, destroy it.

She stopped and finally led Herbert to the "gate".

"Oh? We're here already?"

Then, a lighthearted, teasing voice came from behind: "Oh dear, I thought we'd have to walk a bit longer. Are you ready already? You can prepare a little longer~"

Sfanie listened to Herbert's teasing, her lips twitched slightly, and she sighed.

"……arrive."

She took a deep breath, seemingly calmly pushed open the door, and braced herself as she went inside.

Although she had prepared herself, she felt uncomfortable when the moment actually arrived, and her expression became quite stiff.

Herbert, who followed Sfanie into the room, didn't think much of it and was slightly stunned when he saw the scene inside.

"Ok?"

"So this is the place."

Herbert wasn't entirely unfamiliar with this place; he had been to this room before.

This is Sfanie's real experimental platform, where her other, even more perfect, flesh-and-blood clone resides.

Moreover, compared to when Herbert last came here, this place now looks completely different.

The scene was quite memorable, with all sorts of pieces of meat pieced together, and the stench of decay permeating every corner of the room.

Stepping into this place is like entering a corrupt and decadent land where even breathing is polluted, no, even your gaze is affected.

To outsiders, such eerie places might harbor some insane monsters.

But now... all those past impressions have disappeared.

The entire room was organized in an extremely orderly manner. The materials were not discarded, but were neatly arranged, numbered, and each one was strictly sealed and preserved.

After this little bit of tidying up, the whole room felt quite different.

While the materials in the room might still frighten some ignorant mortals, they no longer evoke images of a depraved place.

The room now resembles a real research institute.

Herbert sniffed and was surprised to smell a faint, pleasant fragrance; the air was filled with a reassuring scent.

It's the fragrance of plant flowers.

After Sfanie was distracted by researching Druid-related abilities, she specifically asked him for some plant seeds, which he had personally selected.

"It's changed a lot."

Herbert blinked, stepped past Sfanie, looked around carefully, and said with a sigh, "I thought it would still be the same as before. Why has it suddenly been tidied up?"

Sfanie followed behind him, head bowed, and whispered, "...because I was worried you wouldn't like it."

The numbering system here is actually for outsiders to see.

As a highly accomplished mage, she could clearly remember the location of every piece of material even without those standards.

The reason for deliberately changing one's original habits is solely to make it easier for others to adapt.

To make it acceptable to him.

Herbert, as the person involved, was not the kind of person who was oblivious to things, and of course he understood who Sfanie was doing all this for.

He turned his head and smiled gently at her: "Well, although I could accept the previous situation, it's not bad like this now."

"Thank you, Sfanie. I can clearly feel your kindness."

Herbert was very happy, and this was not just a social reassurance to Sfanie, but his genuine feeling.

You know, it's really a wonderful thing when someone is willing to go to great lengths to change for you.

Herbert was not happy because of the environment, but because of Sfanie's thoughtfulness.

"……You're welcome."

Sfanie felt Herbert's pure gratitude, and the unease she had felt earlier dissipated, revealing a faint smile.

She shook her head, then finally made up her mind and resolutely walked towards the wall to the side.

As she approached, the wall slowly moved, creating a crack that silently swallowed her figure.

Just after Sfanie left the room, another figure in a white dress slowly emerged from the wall.

It was also Sfanie.

But it was a new clone—no, the original body—that Herbert had never seen before.

At the center of his brow, the blessing bestowed by the Sun Goddess was slightly warm, and the blazing sun's eyes silently conveyed the result to Herbert.

This is Svanee's true form, the source of all her flesh and blood clones.

However, unlike the other flesh and blood clones with different abilities, the original body seems to be quite fragile.

Her skin no longer looked merely light, but rather rather "pale." Sfanie smiled at Herbert, about to speak, when suddenly her legs gave way and she fell forward.

Herbert stepped forward and gently supported the unsteady Sfanie, feeling her slender and light body in his arms.

She looked like a newborn lamb, her limbs limp.

It seemed that just walking had already exhausted Sfanie's strength, and she was now panting heavily.

Herbert narrowed his eyes, beginning to understand why Svannie had been hiding her true form all along.

"Is this your true form?"

"……Correct."

Because, for Sfanie, this was her biggest and most fatal weakness.

Herbert had never figured out what made Sfanie, this "special dark elf," so special.

Now, he finally understood.

Sfanie's naturally fragile body was exchanged for a uniquely powerful soul.

It was precisely because of her ridiculously powerful soul that she was able to create hundreds of flesh and blood clones.

Now, Sfanie has revealed this secret to Herbert without reservation, handing over her lifeline to him.

This is trust.

Even for ordinary people, this is a touching display of trust.

Not to mention that Svanee herself is a dark elf, a race that is very difficult to trust.

But at this moment, Sfanie did not make Herbert make any promises or swear that he would not tell the secret to anyone else.

She simply looked up at Herbert and asked softly:

"Like it?"

She cared more about her beloved's thoughts than her own life.

"like?"

Herbert swept Sfanie up in his arms, looked down into her eyes, and said softly, "Of course I like her, how could I not?"

"Furthermore, I am very grateful to you, Sfanie, thank you for believing in me."

It was precisely because Herbert knew how rare this trust was that he felt even more deeply moved.

"No, I should be thanking you."

Sfanie found a comfortable position in Herbert's arms, shook her head and smiled: "If it weren't for you, I couldn't have done anything."

Without Herbert, I wouldn't have been able to free Stilham, I wouldn't have survived, and I certainly wouldn't have been able to take that crucial step.

Although the stubborn paladin refused to admit his achievements, those who were saved knew the truth in their hearts.

Herbert saved her.

Herbert blinked after hearing this, and said uncertainly, "Uh, if you insist on saying that, then let's thank each other and we'll be even?"

Sfanie: ?

"...Is that how it's calculated?"

"I think it's okay, right? Is it alright?"

"I think... it's probably not a good idea."

The two exchanged a silent glance, then both laughed easily.

Herbert carried Sfanie to the large bed that had appeared out of nowhere in the center of the room and gently combed her hair.

“Svannie, you… wait a minute.”

Herbert was about to speak when he suddenly paused, squinting as he scrutinized Sfanie.

"What's wrong?"

Sfanie blinked in confusion.

"Uh……"

Herbert's lips twitched, and he slowly said, "Svanee, could you make me a laurel wreath? With golden leaves."

?

A big question mark appeared above the dark elf's head. What do you need this for at a time like this?
However, despite her doubts, she did not refuse. With a wave of her hand, a golden laurel wreath made of flesh and blood fell into Herbert's hands.

Then, Sfanie saw Herbert tentatively place the laurel wreath on her head, and then gasp.

That skin tone, that black hair, that white robe, this...this...this...

“Oh, by the Emperor…it’s just like it, so much like it.”

???

Sfanie was completely bewildered at that moment.

Like who?

What emperor?
"What did you say?"

"Oh, it's nothing, I was just thinking about a big, blond guy. Really, don't worry about it, I was just making a casual remark," Herbert quickly explained, snapping out of his reverie.

He admired his masterpiece, nodded in satisfaction, and muttered under his breath, "My damn brain, cough cough..."

Oh no, I like it even more now, what should I do?
Sfanie stared intently at Herbert and slowly said, "I have a feeling that you're thinking about something quite rude?"

"No, absolutely not!"

Herbert denied it on the spot, raised his hand and gently removed the laurel wreath from Sfanie's head, tossed it aside, and then slowly put his arm around her waist.

"Haha, why would I think of other women at a time like this?"

If a woman doesn't want to think about men, how could she possibly think about them?

"Alright, let's not waste any more time, we should get down to business, shouldn't we?"

Herbert abruptly changed the subject under Sfanie's helpless yet indulgent gaze, and winked at her.

Don't worry, I will treat you gently.

Sfanie was no longer afraid of what was about to happen.

With Herbert's help and distraction, she had unknowingly become fully prepared.

She did not answer.

Instead, she tilted her head back and gently kissed Herbert's lips.

"Well……"

……

……

"Chewing, chewing, chewing... Hmm? Guh! Eh? Something seems off?"

In another corner of the treehouse, the sharp-witted, intuitive, and alert Miss Dragon suddenly stopped chewing, blinked in confusion, and twitched her nose.

"Svanee! I think I smell Herbert! Svanee... um?"

Valentina turned her head and saw the dark elf who had been quietly keeping her company.

"What, what's wrong?"

"I think I have a feeling Herbert is here?"

Miss Hungry Dragon sniffed again, but still couldn't smell anything. Unsure of herself, she asked, "Have you seen him?"

"No."

Sfanie shook her head and said calmly, "Maybe it's just your imagination? Maybe you miss him too much."

"Oh! I see! Then it's alright, it was probably just my imagination!"

Just as Valentina accepted this explanation and turned around to resume eating, Sfanie, who was standing calmly behind her, suddenly trembled and awkwardly brought her legs together.

Squeeze your legs together tightly.

It seemed as if they were afraid something might slip out...

(End of this chapter)