Diary of the Improper Monster Girl Transformation.

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"You, uh, don't, touch, anymore... meow!"

Held in Fulingya's arms, the icy kitten, looking dazed, struggled weakly, trying to preserve its last shred of self-respect.

After Herbert left, Freya just sat there holding the cat, rubbing it unconsciously.

"Hey! Meow—"

"I said, you, stop...Fringa!"

After being tormented for quite some time, the icy little kitten felt it couldn't stay so soft and cuddly any longer and had to show its dignity as a goddess.

You can touch my head, but not so comfortably!
Otherwise, where is my authority?!
Stop touching it, sister, you're about to touch the ball.

"Meow-ha!"

Finally, after letting out a roar in his heart, Hecaias struggled and slid out of Freya's arms like a live carp.

"Oh?"

At this moment, Fulingya, who had been lost in thought, finally snapped out of it and watched helplessly as the kitten she was holding was sent flying like a cannonball.

?

Huh, what's going on?
He wasn't deliberately ignoring it; he was simply reflecting on his conversation with Herbert.

Although Fulingya was somewhat naive and lacked experience in her methods, she was very good at summarizing and reviewing what happened afterward.

After carefully recalling every word of her conversation with Herbert and the expressions and actions he displayed, Freya came to a conclusion—this conversation seemed to have been quite successful.
Wow, this is surprisingly good!

Although the other party seemed to have seen through his thoughts and arrangements from the beginning, and cast a strange, seemingly pitying look at him.

But he never showed the slightest bit of malice.

The forest did not sense his malice, nor did it perceive any negative emotions.

This may not mean that Herbert would necessarily fight for himself, but it at least confirms that he should be regarded as an ally of nature.

So... although this kid isn't as respectful as he appears on the surface, and isn't obedient at all, deep down he's not exactly dark.

Well, that works too.

For Herbert, this unplanned "godslayer," to be so understanding and easy to communicate with was already beyond expectations.

After all, Herbert had previously shown no goodwill towards the gods, and was a madman who dared to threaten them and was a cause for concern.

Unexpectedly, after we actually met, I found that he behaved quite elegantly—at least on the surface.

However, none of this had anything to do with the kitten who had been slacking off during the entire conversation.

"Meow!"

The Ice and Snow Goddess was incredibly excited, feeling as if she had finally broken free from her shackles and been reborn.

Goodbye cage!
free--

I won!

Haha!

However, before Hecaias could even rejoice for a second, he felt a darkness before his eyes and heard a voice that drastically changed his expression.

"Oh? You noticed me?"

???

And the kitten didn't even have time to dodge before it felt like it had crashed into a soft, high wall.

Duang ~
He looked up blankly, finally realizing that he had been plucked from mid-air and was pulled into someone's arms, his little head embedded in a very familiar canyon.

The kitten was bewildered.

"Oh dear, why are you being so affectionate this time? Are you so eager to snuggle into Mommy's arms?"

While he was pondering, Hecaias heard the woman's voice.

"You're such a good boy, you're such a good child to your mother."

Meow!!?
not good!

In that instant, Hecaias knew—oh dear, he was doomed.

He doesn't even need to look up or sense the other person's aura; he can determine who is speaking simply by their curve and temperature.

Ruined.

It's that woman.

Having just escaped the wolf's fangs, they entered the tiger's mouth.

No, this is even worse than before!

The Ice Goddess couldn't help but want to turn back. If given another chance, she would definitely jump back into that warm embrace.

Although Fulingya touched him frequently, at least she didn't talk while touching him.

The former is merely physical damage, but the latter includes psychological harm.

"What's wrong? Are you unhappy?"

"……Meow."

After realizing that she could not escape, the Ice Goddess gave up resisting and curled up in despair.

The cat has played the chase game too many times, and now it has no energy or interest to continue fighting.

Tired, destroy it.

Whether you want to kill, scrape, touch, or talk, just hurry up and do it all.

Anyway, the Goddess of Winter will let go once she's had her fill of touching him.

Sigh, I guess I'll just give up and wait it out for a while.

So the snow kitten endured it with a bitter expression, its body stiff and rigid like a cat stick.

Even though the Ice Goddess was so resistant, she was still held in the arms of the Winter Goddess with a loving expression, like a little doll being forced to be loved.

"Haha~"

The Goddess of Winter was quite pleased to see her kitten so obedient. She gently stroked its head, then looked at the Goddess of the Forest beside her and softly asked:
"So, you've already met him. Now, do you think this boy named Herbert can be trusted?"

Have you gotten the answer you wanted?

Before answering the question, Freya bowed to the Goddess of Winter and said gratefully, "Lady of Winter, thank you for tolerating my willfulness."

Freya and Herbert's meeting took place in private, and only three people present in the entire pantheon knew about it, including the cat.

"As for the answer, I haven't been able to get a definite answer yet, but at least this time when we met, I had a good impression of him."

"But I can't be sure if he has really kept his promise."

This is only the first meeting so far, and nothing fundamental has been discussed. We have reached a preliminary agreement on cooperation. As for what will happen in the future, we will have to wait and see how things develop.

"Yes, let's make a decision sooner rather than later."

After listening, the Goddess of Winter nodded without offering much comment, but suddenly added a reminder: "Moreover... when you start to hesitate, you already have the answer in your heart."

Oh?
Freya sensed something subtle in the attitude of the Goddess of Winter. After hesitating for a moment, she asked, "Um, ma'am, what are your thoughts on Herbert? Do you also think I should trust him?"

Oh? You noticed?

Hehe, what a cunning little guy.

The Goddess of Winter smiled to herself, thinking that although Fulingya was usually a bit dull, her intuition was sometimes very sharp.

However, He did not intend to reveal too much, after all, there were too many things about Him that He could not expose.

"No, I don't know much about him, and I haven't had any contact with him."

Do not you know?

The Goddess of Winter thought for a moment, then nodded with a touch of emotion.

"Mmm." Yes, I really haven't had any contact with him.

Yes, I know nothing about Herbert.

That's right, I didn't know he had a secret base either.

Of course, I had no idea that he was causing trouble in the Misty Mountains with my kitten.

In short... I know nothing.

The Goddess of Winter thought for a moment, maintaining her aloof persona, shook her head, and said calmly, "But from what I've heard, he is a mortal who keeps his promises and doesn't easily change his mind."

"Moreover, judging from the process and results of his previous rescues of those people, he is an ally worthy of trust and confidence."

Feeling that his statement might not be convincing enough, he added, "If you're still not convinced, I can help you observe and test him secretly."

"Hmm? Madam, are you also somewhat interested in him?" Fulingya looked at the composed Goddess of Winter with surprise.

If He had only suspected something before, He was now completely certain that this goddess, whose personality was as cold as winter, was unexpectedly very interested in Herbert!
That's strange. Don't you only feel maternal love for cute little children?

The Goddess of Winter was taken aback by the suspicious gaze, her lips twitching slightly as she said, "Well, there is some, but more than that, it's because he might become an ally of the nature pantheon. I'm curious about who could become your helper."

"That's it..."

The Goddess of the Forest pondered for a moment after hearing this reason.

Although He felt there was something hidden in the other person's words, after careful consideration, He decided not to overthink it and entrusted the task to His most trusted helper, or rather, His elder.

"In that case, please help me find out his true colors."

Although the acting pantheon leader, Fulingya, nominally had a good relationship with the Four Seasons Goddesses who were her loyal subordinates, her closest relationship was with the seemingly taciturn, reclusive Winter Goddess who didn't like to communicate with others.

Previously, when facing the God of Sand and Stone, it was the Goddess of Winter who secretly protected them and quietly controlled the situation.

The reason is simple.

Because when Freya was newly "born" and still very young, the Goddess of Winter took the initiative to show her unreserved goodwill.

Although Freya realized after growing up that it was just the ever-flowing maternal instinct of the Goddess of Winter, it was enough for her at that time.

"If possible, it's best not to let him know, and not to attract the attention of the Earth God System."

Freya was still kind-hearted and worried that Herbert would clash with the Earth Gods too early.

“If they find out about our relationship with him, those fools will definitely have some wicked ideas, which will harm him.”

However, the Goddess of Winter had a different opinion regarding Freya's concerns:

Uh, will it really hurt him?
I feel... quite the opposite, don't I?
As the Goddess of Winter reflected on what she had seen and heard in Eldar, she thought that Herbert was probably really looking forward to some fools offering themselves up as food.

"Of course."

All right.

The Goddess of Winter remained expressionless upon hearing this, secretly delighted, and murmured to herself:
"Now that I have Fulingya as my shield, I have nothing to lack."

"Even if our identities are exposed one day in the future, we can shift the blame to Him, saying that He requested it..."

family.

We've found the scapegoat!

……

……

Meanwhile, after figuring out his plans for the near future, Herbert returned to Elda not long afterward.

He was preparing to make sweeping changes to his forces, aiming to assemble a top-tier team to conquer the map.

But just as he was about to speak, his plan was suddenly disrupted by an unexpected obstacle.

"Eh!!?"

Herbert never expected that "Aig," who used to hide from him and soak in the water, would actually show up in front of him.

Does it have anything to say?
"What do you have... um?"

Upon seeing the eggshell, Herbert paused for a moment, as if he had remembered something.

He looked at the eggshell, and the eggshell looked at him.

Their eyes met, and only confusion remained.

"I think I've forgotten something..."

Herbert stroked his chin, pondered for a moment,
If I remember correctly, the origin of this egg seems to be somewhat special.

It's not a migrant worker's egg, but a native local egg!

It was found in the Misty Mountains.

According to Stephen, the strangest thing they encountered was this egg.

They suffered constant losses and tragic deaths along the way, and in the end, all they remembered was taking it down from the altar before falling into a coma, as if it were the source of all the tragedies... and so on.

Herbert paused for a moment, feeling as if he had overlooked some detail.

Eh?
Did I just mention a name?
Who is it?

“…Hey!”

After a moment, Herbert came to his senses and muttered to himself with a strange expression, "Speaking of which, why hasn't that unlucky Stephen come back yet?"

With a quick search of his memory, Herbert recalled the details of what had happened.

"He said he was going to find his daughter, and his daughter seems to be a promising mixed-race person."

"But why haven't we heard anything after searching for so long? Is our daughter dead? Or did she have an accident on the way?"

The reason I forgot about this guy is simple—because Stephen is a middle-aged man.

He didn't pay much attention to Stephen's departure. If it weren't for his daughter with special bloodline, he probably wouldn't have bothered to let him go.

Now that she remembered, Herbert paid closer attention and asked, "Nenesha, can you still sense Stephen's life force? I remember giving him a wooden plaque that contained your power."

"He's not dead! But the power on that wooden sign has been exhausted. He was successfully saved, but he'll need to accumulate power for a while longer to regain the connection."

"It's good that they're not dead. That means they're probably trapped in some special place, right?"

As long as he's alright, he'll be a man again sooner or later.

In addition, after thinking about all this, Herbert had a flash of inspiration and remembered a guy he hadn't been in contact with for a long time.

Yes, upon closer reflection, Herbert was surprised to find that he had lost more than one person.

"It's not just Stephen, my most steadfast follower Fao seems to have been out of touch for quite a while... Sending him home shouldn't take too much time, right?"

Herbert initially assigned Fao the task of escorting a group of slaves back to their homeland. This task might be time-consuming and laborious, but it was not difficult.

So, where are the people?

Fao, where are you?!?

You weren't at the monastery at all!

As Herbert's thoughts wandered aimlessly, the "eggshell" suddenly trembled, conveying a spiritual message to him.

! ! ?

In an instant, Herbert's nonchalant smile vanished, and he squinted, staring straight ahead.

The weak voice said:

He has awakened...

He destroys...

(End of this chapter)