Diary of the Improper Monster Girl Transformation.

Chapter 493 Family Heredity (First Update)
quack!
There is melon!

The mirror demon, who had been listless due to boredom, immediately brightened up and focused her attention on the treehouse.

Gossip is great.

What I love to hear most is gossip!
As soon as she focused her mind, Luccaria heard the dark elf's bewildered question.

"What's wrong? There are just a few more people, what's so strange about that?"

Sfanie and her companion had already dressed and returned from the secret room to the laboratory where they usually entertained guests.

Although the two had just joined forces to fight the enemy with complete honesty, Sfanie felt no embarrassment at all. She was only wearing a white coat that Herbert had specially prepared for her over her smooth skin.

Vacuum-sealed white coat!
The front of his clothes was not completely closed, revealing some subtle traces of the battle that remained.

The dark elf seemed completely unconcerned about the chill in his lower body, and with a lazy air as if he had just woken up, he walked to the laboratory table piled with bottles and jars.

She casually picked through the pile of dangerous materials, took something out, and turned around to find two steaming cups of dark brown liquid in her hands.

Sfanie leaned over and pushed a glass of unidentified liquid in front of her good comrade (the scapegoat), then took a glass herself and sat back down.

Flesh vines grew instantly, pressing against her slightly wider buttocks as she sat down, gently supporting her.

"call……"

The dark elf blew on the rising steam from the cup, looking like a researcher who had finally finished an experiment after staying up all night.

But the vampire sitting opposite her had a complicated expression, his lips twitching incessantly, as if he had a lot to say.

Eliza definitely has a lot to say and a lot of complaints she needs to vent.

Including but not limited to questions like, "What do you mean 'just a little more people'?", "Is there anything strange about it?", "What exactly is brewing in your cup?"...

"..."

Eliza was silent for a moment, then finally decided to ask the most important question.

"What's soaking in here?"

As undead creatures to some extent, legendary vampires are basically immune to poison and have extremely high resistance to toxins.

Eliza didn't think the drink would poison her, and Svanee had no reason to do so.

However, she is now very concerned about the true nature of this liquid.

There's no other reason than fear.

Eliza was truly scared.

Just now, Miss Vampire seemed to vaguely see something like a howling ghost floating out of Svannie's cup...

No, what the hell is this?!?

It's fine if it's steaming, but why is it still bubbling?
Is this really safe to drink?

Eliza had many questions about this.

She knew that Sfanie had a bunch of weird and wonderful materials, and it was no exaggeration to say that anything could be stuffed into them.

Eliza isn't afraid of poison, but she's really afraid of drinking some strange stuff.

Sfanie remained calm throughout, even when the "ghost" appeared, she simply flicked her finger and sent it flying off its head.

"Drink it, it won't do you any harm."

Sfanie took a small sip from her cup, looking even more relaxed. She leaned back in her chair and said casually, "Don't worry, I won't hurt you. There's nothing strange in here."

Well, that's not surprising to me.

As for other people... well, that's none of my business.

"..."

Eliza's lips twitched; she had no intention of believing a word her best friend said.

Ha, what a load of rubbish!
Although Eliza believes they are best friends who are completely honest with each other, the level of trust between them is probably not much better than a fake friendship.

Everyone was originally in the gray camp, so their trust level was already pitifully low. They had just been "tricked," and their trust level dropped to rock bottom.

"Never mind, I'd better not drink it. I'm not thirsty, you drink it."

Sfanie didn't force Eliza to drink it. She smiled without explaining and continued to savor the drink she had prepared.

"It's still a bit different from the 'happy water' Herbert described. It shouldn't be heated; it would probably be better chilled."

"Besides, we shouldn't use ghost soul dust for the bubbles; the smell is too strong. Hmm, next time we'll try the roots of the Ghost Vine Tree. They can also produce bubbles after being dried and rehydrated..."

The dark elf pondered the new recipe silently, his eyes gradually becoming vacant.

Although I experienced several times the mental impact before, and my consciousness was on the verge of collapse, I felt a completely different feeling after I recovered.

My mind was blank back then, but now it's full of ideas.

She felt that her mind was unusually sharp, as if she had entered a special state, and her work efficiency had greatly improved.

If she can keep this up, she might not only be able to make that "happy water" today, but also be able to mix the remaining drinks.

Unfortunately, some people don't intend for her to continue resting like this.

"Hey, why aren't you saying anything?!"

Eliza got angry at Svannie's otherworldly and sage-like demeanor, and angrily slammed her hand on the table, drawing Svannie's attention.

Don't you feel embarrassed?

Why am I stuck in the ground in embarrassment while you, the culprit, are completely calm and collected?

No, didn't you also experience that thrilling sense of urgency with me?
You'll be embarrassed too!

And... don't think I don't know.

Still pretending nothing happened?
No one can fool me!

Legendary vampires will not miss even the slightest hint of blood!
You were bleeding just now, weren't you?
How could you not feel embarrassed if your first time was this exciting?

"I'm not embarrassed at all?" the dark elf replied matter-of-factly, even glancing at the vampire with a strange look.

what are you talking about?

Eliza: ?

What are you talking about again?

Sfanie: ?

"?"

"?"

The two stared at each other for a while, but in the end, the vampire, who felt he had some worldly knowledge, was the first to give in.

"No, no, no! This is really strange!"

She was starting to feel insecure. She scratched her head and said uncertainly, "Shouldn't you cherish the time you have alone with him at such an important moment?"

"Generally speaking, this is the normal way to think!"

"Why did you bring in helpers?!"

Sharing on your very first time? You're really generous! Miss Vampire felt a little ashamed of others' kindness and felt that something must be wrong.

Sfanie's response was quite calm.

"First of all, we're not ordinary mortals, are we?"

Sfanie held her teacup, a slight smile playing on her lips, and said with a self-deprecating laugh, "You and I are both legends. In the eyes of mortals, we are no longer the same kind of beings as them."

While ordinary legends are not taken seriously by them, in the eyes of ordinary people, legends represent the pinnacle of power in the world.

The epics and saints beyond that are legendary beings that one would almost never encounter in a lifetime.

"Not to mention, I am a dark elf and you are a vampire. What right do those worldly rules of humanity have to constrain us?"

"Even Herbert is no longer an ordinary mortal, is he?"

"He's just a paladin, why are you so worried about it?"

Perhaps because Eliza's expression was so conflicted, and because her previous actions had a bit of a "betrayal of her teammates" feel to them, Sfanie unusually offered a few more words of explanation.

Out of respect, she decided to try and coax the vampire lady.

Well, I won't try to fool her with just a few words like before.

"But……"

Eliza wasn't the type to argue unreasonably, and she vaguely knew that Svannie was right. If someone with superhuman powers still cared about worldly opinions, then they had already lost.

However, her experience as a human princess made it difficult for her to accept this explanation.

This...this is just too lewd!
Seeing Eliza still hesitating, Sfanie raised an eyebrow and changed her approach, asking, "Besides, haven't you ever seen a private banquet among nobles? It's fine if you haven't attended one, but have you never even heard of it?"

The "banquet" she was referring to was certainly not the kind of ordinary aristocratic social gathering where people drink and dance; that kind of thing is far too mundane.

Sfanie refers to the traditional program put together by a group of bored nobles.

—Although everyone can see each other, they still have to wear masks and pretend not to know each other, and then roll around naked together in hand-to-hand combat, sometimes one person fights several others, and several others fight one person, it's a very intense kind of banquet.

If some of the nobles were to fall into the dark side, the scene might become even more exciting, not only involving sweating but also potentially spilling blood... It would be an incredibly perverse affair.

Even the Dark Elves wouldn't dare claim to be number one in the perversion of this kind of thing.

After all, there are no limits to perversion.

There's no limit to how perverted it can get!
"Uh...don't talk nonsense! I, I didn't secretly look at it, no, uh, I've never heard of it at all!"

Suddenly, Eliza's expression changed, she blinked rapidly, and her eyes flickered.

"Wait, wait a minute! I remember now!"

Suddenly, he remembered an old story, and his expression was quite interesting. His lips moved, but he hesitated to speak.

She hesitated for a moment, as if considering whether to reveal this to others.

But after thinking about it carefully, I realized that the person on the other end was my best friend with whom I played duo queue, so what was there to hide!
Eliza then raised her hand to cover her mouth with a serious expression and whispered, "But... I remember, I think I read my father's diary from when he was young."

Sfanie, noticing Eliza's seemingly smirking eyes, was intrigued by her mysterious demeanor and asked, "..."
"What does it say inside? Could it be that the diary records his past romantic escapades?"

She had some knowledge of vampires' origins and was even more aware of how much of a game a mortal king could play.

What she was curious about was why Eliza looked like she couldn't hold it in and really wanted to get it off her chest.

What is the secret?
"More or less, but strictly speaking, it wasn't a diary, but rather a record book of my father's."

Actually, even if Sfanie hadn't asked, Eliza herself was already bursting to speak and quickly began to tell the story:
"That was when I was about five years old, right? I was playing hide-and-seek with the maids in the palace one day, and somehow I ended up in a special room filled with all sorts of strange toys... cough cough!"

She was too young back then and didn't understand anything. She just glanced at it and forgot about it. But just now, recalling it, she suddenly realized what abstract thing she had seen back then.

hiss.

I knew that the thing I saw in that underground chamber in the Dark Elf city looked so familiar!

Oh, I saw it back then!

“I was too short at the time, and many of the ‘toys’ were placed high up, so I couldn’t reach them at all. In the end, I had no choice but to climb onto the stool, flip through the books on the table, and take them back to my bedroom as spoils.”

"Speaking of which, I wanted my mother to tell me the stories in that 'storybook,' but it disappeared the next day, and I was angry for several days... Now that I think about it, well, it was probably my mother who took it."

Eliza's expression became incredibly vivid as she recalled the events, and she could almost picture the shock her parents had felt when they saw the "diary."

"Thinking back, the contents of those pages were records of some, uh, some special games that my father and mother played together."

Sfanie suddenly asked, "How special is it? Is it to the extent that it involves the divine magic of [limb regeneration]?"

???

Miss Vampire waved her hands repeatedly, hurriedly explaining, "No, no, no, it's not that special! It's just, it's just, uh, at most the kind that uses chains, whips, and candles, right? I remember it being written like that in the diary."

"Oh."

The dark elf gave an "oh" and curled his lip in disdain.

She had initially been intrigued by the vampire's story and was curious about what kind of game it was.

As it turned out, the truth was so mundane and not interesting at all.

Tsk, just average.

But since it involved the other party's parents, she didn't make any demands. After all, not everyone is as open-minded as the Dark Elf.

So Sfanie added a comforting remark, trying to save face for the poor king: "Eliza, you may think there's a problem with this, but for your father, this kind of thing is quite common."

"Yes, most mortal kings have this kind of sadistic streak, and since you are a princess now, your mother may not have been forced into it..."

As a result, after Sfanie finished speaking, Eliza's expression did not return to normal; instead, it became even more tense.

She frowned, trying to control her expression, and slowly shook her head, saying in a deep voice, "No, Sfanie, you're wrong."

“My father… he wasn’t the sadist.”

?

A question mark popped into Sfanie's mind, her eyes widened slightly, and she blinked rapidly.

Wait, wait a minute!
Let me sort this out properly...

"Huh? Wait, uh... you mean he was the one who got hit?"

Eliza bit her lip hard, nodded slowly with a tense expression, then looked up at the ceiling, thinking about all the painful things in her life.

So many years have passed, and suddenly recalling this story of my parents' love really leaves me speechless...

In short, it's really hard to keep up.

Sfanie, however, quickly regained her composure, glanced thoughtfully at Eliza, and whispered meaningfully:

"I see. Well then, I think I know who you got your personality from."

"So it's a family genetic condition..."

???

Eliza immediately stopped laughing and stared at her "best friend" in shock.

Bah!
I considered you my best friend and shared interesting stories with you, but you actually slandered me!

(End of this chapter)