Diary of the Improper Monster Girl Transformation.

Chapter 512 Take it off!
Ophidia is panicking.

She always felt that Herbert was going to do something offensive and blasphemous!
Although Herbert was, in the eyes of outsiders, a paladin of exemplary character, and would never do such a thing.

However, based on my understanding of him, this guy is quite unruly in private... Yes, that must be it.

Herbert will definitely do that!

"But the question is... what exactly will he do?"

"No, no, no, what is he planning to do? I definitely won't let him succeed..."

"What does he want with me?"

And, more importantly—how should I react?

How can I warn him? How can I get him to give up that idea?

"Wouldn't it be too hurtful to tell him directly?"

If she could, Ophidia actually didn't want to hurt Herbert.

This was not out of that unclear "love," but out of gratitude.

Yes, Ophelia was very grateful to Herbert.

She knew very well that her decision to "resign" and go out was actually encouraged by Herbert.

If Herbert hadn't given her that push, Ophidia would most likely have just brooded silently for a while and then swallowed her anger alone.

After that incident, she maintained this personality: calm and serious, and would not resist in the name of her own ideas.

She still carried the expectations of those people on her shoulders, those heavy sorrowful wishes weighing on her, leaving her no room for the slightest willfulness.

But Herbert arrived.

When this guy is around, Ophidia can always briefly forget the weight on her shoulders, as if she has returned to her past self, who is sentimental and full of emotions.

It's the same this time.

It was because Herbert encouraged and fanned the flames that she finally took the most difficult step... Although there is no "step" in the snake's tail, it is just a metaphor!
For myself, for freedom.

Indulge yourself selfishly just this once, even if it's the only time you'll ever have it in your life.

But the problem is, despite her indulgences, Ophelia isn't an innocent girl who loses her mind just because she's been led astray by a blond guy; there are still some things she won't do!

Ophidia – Backside Defense Stance!
As the two ventured deeper into the Misty Mountains, Ophidia's nerves tightened, fearing that Herbert might suddenly take off his clothes.

What Ophidia was worried about—of course, wouldn't happen.

Stories like "The Forbidden Grove," "One Hundred Things Men and Women Will Definitely Do During a Secret Meeting," and "Forbidden Lust" can only be unlocked after the level of affection is raised to a certain point.

Herbert would never make a move right away, so Ophidia's assumption that he would would be a mistake.

First of all, he wasn't that kind of lecherous and tasteless guy.

That's so boring, so tasteless.

Secondly, if you do that, you'll most likely get beaten up.

The risk is indeed a bit too high.

How much pain could come from that big tail whipping around with such hatred? Only the person being whipped knew.

Herbert didn't want to be hit.

If he could, he would always be the one smoking other people's cigarettes.

Furthermore, if you're in a really hot streak, you can try something reckless, but right now you're at a crucial stage of advancement, so it's best not to cause any trouble.

Herbert strolled leisurely ahead, sensing the tense atmosphere behind him, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"Is there any need to panic like this? Didn't I act like a gentleman this time? Why are you so wary of me?"

Xiao Chu Nu has such a rich imagination!

"Really... never mind, let you scare yourself for a while longer."

Since Ophidia was so nervous, Herbert decided to be understanding and not interrupt her overthinking.

Imagination is the most powerful catalyst.

It was all her own idea; it has nothing to do with me.
Moreover, Herbert is not simply leading Ophidia on a aimless wandering through the forest; the route is actually planned.

After Ophidia agreed to elope with him, Herbert immediately made a plan.

He would make this trip unforgettable, and etch this memory deeply into Ophidia's mind.

After walking for a while, Herbert thought for a moment and decided to give Ophidia a little more weight.

"Ophelia".

"……Um?"

Herbert continued walking forward without turning his head, and suddenly said, "Would you like to take off a piece of clothing?"

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Upon hearing this, Ophidia's first reaction was not anger, but rather relief, as if the dust had finally settled.

After a long silence, she herself began to have doubts, feeling that the situation was not as she had imagined.

This time, it seems like this guy really doesn't have any evil thoughts; on the contrary, it's as if he's looking forward to that kind of thing...

No, is it my problem?
Just as Ophidia's self-doubt was about to reach its peak, Herbert finally spoke.

Ophelia astutely caught that key word!

Take it off?
Undress?
He wants me to take all my clothes off!?

coming!

This guy finally couldn't hold back anymore; he was finally going to reveal his true colors!
See, I told you, he was definitely that kind of person.

I told you I wasn't just imagining things; that's just who he is!
Having confirmed this, Ophidia's confidence instantly surged, her tone hardened, and she let out a snort.

"What did you say?"

Herbert, however, remained silent, seemingly not understanding, and continued, "Anyway, there are no outsiders here, so just take it off."

???

Ophelia frowned and said angrily, "Take off your clothes? Herbert, what do you take me for?"

"Do you have any respect for me when you say that?"

And what's our relationship? You're asking me to take my clothes off?
"Huh? What respect?"

Herbert seemed to finally realize that Ophidia's tone was off. He turned around in confusion, blinked, and said innocently, "What are you talking about? I just asked you to take off your coat."

coat?

Ophidia immediately sensed something was wrong; her intuition sharpened, and she felt that Herbert seemed to have dug a huge pit for her.

not good!

Now that the prey has already fallen into the trap, Herbert certainly won't give her a chance to escape.

Herbert stopped in front, gestured up and down at Ophidia, and said with a sneer, "Look at you now, do you look like someone who's out and about?"

"Those who know are fine, but those who don't might think you're some kind of cultist on a secret mission."

To be fair, Herbert's assessment wasn't entirely baseless slander; at most, it was a malicious evaluation, but it did have some basis.

When Ophelia went out this time, she naturally took off her bright red robe and put on a black hooded cloak, covering her face, hands, legs and all other exposed skin.

From an outsider's perspective, apart from the absence of a giant scythe, it's as if the Grim Reaper from the story has come to life.

"..." Ophidia was actually aware of this, knowing that her current attire was a bit strange.

But at this point, she certainly couldn't admit it!

No refunds.

She knew very well that once she retreated in her confrontation with Herbert, there would truly be no chance to fight back!
"...What's wrong with my appearance?"

So Ophidia could only stubbornly insist, "There's nothing wrong with my outfit. If anyone is going to overthink it, then that's their problem."

"Besides, didn't you ask me to be selfish just this once? Why should I change my appearance to suit other people's opinions?"

After saying that, Ophidia secretly breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that she was quite quick-witted, having come up with such a powerful rebuttal in such a short time.

However, Herbert did not argue with her about the matter at all. After hearing this, he just looked at her with a helpless expression and sighed.

"But it's one thing if you don't consider others, but it's also fine if you don't consider my feelings as a fellow traveler. I understand."

"But what I'm saying is... shouldn't you consider your own feelings?"

A hint of pity flickered in Herbert's gentle, light gray eyes as he softly said, "Think back, how long has it been since you walked outside like this?"

!!!

The boy looked at the hooded man, whose body was stiff and motionless, and said softly:
“I know the mission you carry, and I am willing to share it with you, but I also know that you will not accept it so easily, so this pressure can only fall on your own shoulders.”

"I don't want you to work so hard, be so tired, and be so lonely."

"Besides providing daily companionship to the best of my ability, I hope there is a place where you can completely unload your burdens and forget all those complicated things."

"So, I took you away from the monastery, away from the prison that had bound you for a thousand years."

"However, I also know that all of this effort is only temporary."

Herbert lowered his eyes, paused, and said softly, "Ophidia, although you left a letter of resignation for the Archbishop, you will eventually go back, won't you?"

Ophidia remained silent in the face of this question.

Silence, in itself, is a silent answer.

She naturally couldn't completely abandon the monastery; she couldn't just selfishly continue living like that.

Ophelia wasn't that kind of person, and Herbert was perfectly aware of that from the very beginning.

"You don't need to answer, I understand."

What he's saying now is simply to make her realize just how rare this opportunity is.

"I won't advise you to give up everything you've carried in the past, I just hope that you can forget everything for a moment and enjoy everything you deserve."

He raised his head and looked up at the thick fog above, where the sky and the blazing sun were almost completely obscured, and slowly said, "This is the Misty Mountains, a place beyond the sight of the gods."

"You don't have to worry about being noticed by them, you don't have to deliberately hide your presence anymore, and you don't have to play hide-and-seek with them like a mouse anymore."

"Be even more selfish, don't consider anything else, just consider your own feelings."

"Do you want to walk in the sunlight again?"

After giving his heartfelt encouragement, Herbert thoughtfully added, "Don't worry, I've already scouted the area; there are no outsiders here."

You can rest assured that I'll handle things!
"..."

After Herbert spoke, Ophidia seemed to freeze in some kind of state.

She remained silent, unsure how to express her thoughts, or rather, she didn't even know what she truly wanted to say at that moment.

Moved?
Perhaps a little, after all, he was thinking so much about himself.

Excited?

Well, maybe so. It's been many years since I've felt this free.

But compared to these emotions, what fills my heart most right now is chaos.

Because Ophelia was able to grasp the meaning behind Herbert's words—that you no longer need to hide when you're with me.

She didn't know how to respond to this feeling.

Even the most senior cardinal couldn't figure out how he truly felt about Herbert.

Is it admiration? Is it anticipation? Or something else?
There's nothing I can do; I've never experienced this kind of emotion before, and there's absolutely no reference point for it.

And... what do you mean there are no outsiders here?

You!

Aren't you still an outsider here?!
"Ugh!"

In the end, Ophidia didn't say those potentially hurtful words; she just sighed deeply and muttered to herself.

"Honestly, all you do is bully me..."

She shook her head, looked away from Herbert, and turned away.

Just as Herbert was wondering whether she should turn back immediately, he heard a soft sound.

pat.

That was the sound of a button being pressed open.

As Herbert's eyes widened, Ophelia's black robe silently slipped off, revealing her beautiful body that had been hidden from the world for so long.

Beneath the long robe, Ophelia wore a tailored, form-fitting nun's habit that revealed her fair arms, and beneath the long skirt was a long, colorful snake tail.

The snake's tail hooked up the robe that had fallen to the ground and casually tossed it into its storage space.

After doing all this, Ophelia slowly turned around, came to Herbert's side, looked straight ahead without glancing to either side, and calmly said, "Let's go."

Eh?
So easy to talk to?
Wait, why are you so calm?

Herbert looked at him, blinked, and asked somewhat uncertainly.

“Ophelia, um, you…”

But before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted.

Ophelia glanced sideways and said coldly, "I told you, let's go. Don't waste any more time here!"

"Okay, no problem, let's go!"

Herbert immediately raised his hand, beaming.

He could now determine Ophidia's current condition.

He seems as calm as a rock, but inside he's panicking like crazy.

It's just a facade of composure.

He thought for a moment, then turned around, jokingly offered his hand, and asked, "Then, beautiful lady, to avoid you falling in the woods, please hold my hand."

He was just asking casually, without any expectation of anything, just teasing him as usual.

result.

After a moment's hesitation...

She actually placed her hand gently into Herbert's palm.

I tentatively touched it, then gently grasped it.

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(End of this chapter)