Diary of the Improper Monster Girl Transformation.

Chapter 497 You wouldn't want to... you know..., would you?

"Let me join you!"

The avatar of the magic mirror stood smugly atop its true form, looking down at the paladin with a delighted smile, and proclaimed loudly:
"I want to be your closest companion and witness the wonderful life you experience."

"Trust me, it will definitely be a wonderful experience!"

Over the past thousands of years, Luccalia has witnessed countless stories and recorded a great deal of history.

Among those various stories, some were boring, while others were quite exciting.

But she was never satisfied.

Because she suddenly realized that she was still missing a story with real weight.

She longed to witness a true legend!

In that story, there must have been a divine element, but we cannot allow them to take center stage and arrange everything.

That wasn't a legend, but merely a terribly tedious tragic life arranged by the gods.

Therefore, Lucaria needs to find a protagonist who is different from others.

A protagonist who can break free from the control of the gods, stand on equal footing with them, and even surpass them.

She has been searching for thousands of years.

From the time when the ancient gods roamed the earth, to the time when the gods fought each other like wild beasts, and then to the time when the gods went into hiding.

Lucaria has been searching, but has not found it yet.

She had also secretly observed some candidates who seemed to meet the requirements, hoping they were special.

But she failed.

Even if they seem to possess extraordinary abilities and talents, shining brightly for an entire era, in the end, they still cannot escape the fate of being pawns in the hands of the gods.

This is a world ruled by the gods, and no one can be above them.

For truly brilliant geniuses, it's either becoming servants of the gods or their enemies.

And the ultimate fate of those who stand in opposition to the gods has been destruction over the years.

Moreover, not only will he himself be destroyed, but everything he loves, cares about, and tries his best to protect will also be ruthlessly destroyed by them.

The gods have always been ruthless in securing their own position.

Even the gods of the benevolent camp are like this; while they will not actively participate in the destruction, they will also not interfere or obstruct it.

In particular, the gods of this generation are the victors who overthrew the ancient gods, and they are even more concerned about certain mortals who want to "overthrow their superiors".

Will the dragon slayer eventually become a dragon?
No.

They are dragons in themselves; that is their very nature.

In all the church scriptures, without exception, they proclaim that they possess a sublime "divinity" and are creators who transcend mortal things.

But in essence, the gods of this world still retain the most primitive "humanity," or perhaps "beastly nature."

The supreme deity reigns above all spirits and enslaves their power, thoughts, and everything else.

To find the "protagonist" they desire, they need to become an outcast in this world, unlike anyone else.

However, as the status of the gods became more and more consolidated, their control over the mortal world grew stronger, the church dominated the thinking of mortals, and royal power knelt before divine power, making it increasingly difficult for such "outcasts" to be born.

Faced with such difficulties, Lucaria actually wanted to give up and considered settling for a less desirable alternative, or even raising an individual herself that was not affected by the gods.

But before the plan could be implemented, Lucaria was found by an invincible old man and sent to this particularly strange prison.

So many years have passed, and even she herself had long since considered giving up. But unexpectedly, just when she thought everything was over, the person she had been searching for took the initiative to come to her.

She found it.

This handsome young man with distinctive white hair was the "protagonist" she had always hoped for.

Although he appears to be a friendly and polite priest on the surface, he is actually an arrogant madman who despises the gods.

Yes, yes, this is exactly what I've been looking for!

Only Luccalia herself knows how excited she was when she finally saw through Herbert's true nature.

Even Herbert, who was adept at understanding people's hearts, found it difficult to fully comprehend what Lucaria was thinking at that moment.

Therefore, Herbert hesitated about Miss Mirror's sudden show of kindness, suspecting that she had some ulterior motives, such as actually lusting after him...

However, he really couldn't refuse the convenient abilities offered by the Mirror Demon. The ability to communicate at any time was too important, and in addition, her appearance was not unacceptable.

After a fierce internal struggle, Herbert finally decided to uphold the symbolism of steel wool – forbearance and wealth.

done.

I don't mind suffering, as long as others can be happy!

"A wonderful experience? A happy life? Heh."

Herbert repeated Lucaria's words, shook his head with a sigh, and chuckled softly.

Want to have a wonderful life?
Friend, do you know how difficult this really is?

Even in an ordinary world, achieving such a standard would be extremely difficult.

Not to mention, in such a dangerous world where gods exist, what price must one pay to obtain happiness?

Is it hellish difficulty?
Please don't stigmatize hell; hell isn't as terrible as it seems.

However... Herbert felt he could do it.

It's not "maybe" or "possibly", but "definitely".

He will surely find his own happiness and protect it firmly; no one can take it away from him.

The gods cannot.

Even fate can't do that!
Of course, even if that's what he thought, Herbert wouldn't spread his ideas around.

Shouting slogans is just a way to fool others; it doesn't fool yourself.

No matter how much you say, it's all fake; only when you're truly moved is it real.

not to mention……

“‘My fate is in my own hands, not in the heavens!’ or ‘I’ll kill any god who gets in my way!’ These kinds of phrases are more suitable for Eliza. For me, well, they’re a bit too childish.”

It's not like I'm having chuunibyou (middle school syndrome). What normal person would shout their thoughts to the world all day long?
He raised an eyebrow and asked the Mirror Demon, "Are you that confident? I can't even guarantee that I'll have a happy ending."

"Of course, that's how confident I am!"

Lucaria smiled confidently and added, "Besides, I'm not confident in myself, but in you."

"Your fate is destined to be anything but ordinary; it's bound to be incredibly exciting."

There was even a hint of fanaticism in her eyes as she licked her lips with the tip of her silver tongue, as if she could already see a series of magnificent and exciting scenes.

Looking at this scene, Herbert suddenly understood what this woman longed to see in him—she longed for a true legend.

No, no, no, that's not clear enough.

That's far too elegant a way of putting it.

Lucaria is not as friendly as she appears on the surface.

She actually longed to see the gods...fall. Luccaria witnessed the stars fall from the sky, and wanted to see the divine fire of the gods overthrown, to see their thrones dragged down from the heavens.

She longed to see this scene and to record it.

This guy is really greedy...

After figuring this out, Herbert couldn't help but laugh.

"hehe."

It was not the gentle smile favored by his partners, nor the polite smile familiar to the nobles, but a slightly ferocious, predatory grin.

Although Herbert's smile lasted only a moment before he returned to his calm, it was still caught by Lucaria.

"Haha~"

Her smile grew even brighter, and she jokingly remarked:
"Even if in the end, you unfortunately fall before the gods and end your life in such a tragic way, it can still be a wonderful life, can't it?"

"Ha, I don't want such a bleak ending."

Herbert sneered, expressing his disdain for Miss Mirror's jinxed words.

How could I possibly end up with such a tragic fate?

Impossible, absolutely impossible!
Lucaria observed Herbert's expression and tentatively asked, "So that means... you agree?"

"Ah."

Herbert nodded noncommittally and shrugged.

if not?
Should I be so excited to thank you for your trust in me?
I don't think it's necessary.

Rather, it's rather strange that Lucaria took the initiative to ask to join the group... Wasn't that the case before?
Herbert was almost reluctant to tell her the truth—sister, do you really think you can get away with this?
You're still nominally a prisoner under my jurisdiction. If you don't work for me, are you trying to slack off?
Of course, there's no need to specifically emphasize things that might dampen enthusiasm; just keep it to yourself.

If oxen and horses are already moving on their own, why bother whipping them again?
...Those with special fetishes will be charged separately, that's a different price.

After receiving Herbert's promise, Luccalia clenched her little fist in satisfaction, making no attempt to hide her joy, as if she were the one who had come out on top.

But soon, she frowned uncertainly, looking at Herbert's face, and involuntarily recalled some indescribable scenes she had spied on, and thought of the "tragic" fates of other monster girls.

He probably won't lay a hand on me, right?
It's one thing to take action against those guys, but surely no one would desire a mirror, right?

...It's hard to say!
"No, I feel a little unsure... Herbert, can you promise not, uh, not to betray our friendship?" Luccalia hesitated for a moment, but out of modesty, she didn't speak too bluntly.

She believed Herbert would understand what she meant—you wouldn't hit a mirror, would you?
Right?!?
"Ok?"

Herbert's lips twitched; he felt deeply insulted.

What are you talking about?

How dare you doubt me?
You actually—are questioning my purity?
I can accept even two-dimensional characters, so what's so difficult about a physical mirror that I can see and touch!

Besides, don't you still have a humanoid form that you can touch?

The difficulty level is too low.

However, in order not to frighten Luccaria, Herbert calmly stated:
"I will not betray anyone unless someone else betrays me first."

We promised not to be the first to use nuclear weapons, but we didn't say we would never use them in our lifetime.

"..."

Miss Mirror blinked hesitantly, then felt that such a verbal promise wasn't quite reliable. Her bright eyes darted around, and she thought of a solution:
"Then how about we sign a contract? That would be better for everyone... Hmm, that's right."

A written agreement?
Herbert blinked, but didn't refuse, and nodded casually.

"can."

If you want to establish yourself as an official, then do so, as long as you don't betray them willingly.

Some say that rules are meant to constrain those who follow them, but are useless to those who don't intend to follow them in the first place.

But it's different in this world; if you don't follow the rules, the rules will naturally follow them for you.

So, in a world where these rules are so binding, who would be afraid to sign a contract?

The answer is people who don't want to abide by the contract.

As for the "friendship contract" that Lucaria wanted to sign, it was destined to be useless.

Herbert will surely abide by the contract like a proper paladin.

Because he was certain that someone would eventually bear the consequences of breaking the contract, and that person—it would definitely not be him.

……

Because their relationship was already quite close, the way they signed the contract was simple and not too formal or complicated.

Unlike making a pact with the devil, which requires extreme caution, there's no need to prepare special parchment or various elaborate treaties.

Herbert only needed to smear his own blood on the mirror surface of Lucaria's body.

Since the specific terms of the contract can be agreed upon verbally, what is actually written on the mirror is not that important.

So, Herbert had a sudden inspiration and happily began to write.

"Bloody...Mary..."

"Wait, what are you writing?"

Miss Mirror Demon looked at the serious-looking boy with a puzzled expression, and question marks floated above her head again.

?

No, what kind of nonsense are you writing on people's bodies?
"Shh, be quiet, I've always wanted to try this."

Herbert interrupted Lucaria's complaints and continued to trace the blood-dripping fingertips on the mirror: "Bloody... Mary... Ah, no more blood."

As a result, when he was writing with great enthusiasm, he suddenly stopped awkwardly and looked helplessly at his fingertips.

"what happened again?"

"...The wound is healing."

Out of ink!
?

"what?"

Lucaria watched as Herbert cut a rather deep wound on his fingertip, and it healed in less than ten seconds without him even having to exert any power.

"Such regenerative abilities... what kind of monster are you? Are you even human?"

"You're really being rude."

Miss Mirror sighed helplessly as Herbert pulled out his sword again, preparing to cut the wound even bigger. Exhausted, she waved her hand.

"Forget it, don't bother writing it down, I'll do it."

She lightly leaped down from her body, floated in front of Herbert, then held the bleeding fingertip in her hands and leaned in to put it directly into her mouth.

Next, squeeze your cheeks together and suck in forcefully.

Slurp!
"Zizi-"

???

Herbert felt his fingers being sucked, and for a moment he didn't know what to say...

No, buddy?
What are you doing, you idiot?
(End of this chapter)