Diary of the Improper Monster Girl Transformation.

Chapter 528 A Guy with a Terrible Temperament (First Update!)
"How was it? Did you like the surprise I prepared especially for you?"

Herbert looked at Finn's contorted expression and shamelessly asked a pointed question, even winking at him with a mocking grin.

hehe~
Doesn't it feel great?

Faced with the enthusiastic young man's heartfelt greeting, the pathetic adult opposite him appeared quite depressed, reeking of death.

"..."

like?

Are you even human?
Is this a question a human being should ask?
The light in Finn's eyes had died, and he stared at the shameless paladin in front of him with a strange, dead-fish-like gaze.

Wait, this guy...

Although Herbert's identity was beyond dispute, Finn couldn't help but have his doubts.

Is he really a paladin?

After a while, Finn's eyes cleared again. Looking at Herbert, who was smiling broadly in front of him, he suddenly felt a strong sense of fatigue, even though he had originally planned to make a move directly.

tired.

Suddenly I feel so tired.

I put in so much effort and prepared for so long, only to encounter such an opponent.

"call!"

He didn't make a move. Instead, he exhaled forcefully, as if trying to release all the bitterness in his chest. He shook his head helplessly and sighed deeply.

"This feeling is... awful."

It's absolutely terrible!

Whether it was Herbert's sudden appearance, his killing of the gods, or his unexpected arrival here, all of this made Finn feel annoyed, anxious, and even bitter.

Failed.

The moment Herbert appeared in the mage tower of Estride, Fane knew that he had failed once again.

They lost completely.

Ever since meeting Herbert, it seems like nothing good has ever happened to me.

This guy seems to be plagued by bad luck...

Moreover, he himself is unaffected by misfortune, but others who become involved with him are relentlessly pursued by it.

The god of sand and gravel is like this, and so is he.

Is this guy under some kind of strange curse?
Thinking this, Finn stared at Herbert, then suddenly had a thought and asked a question that was out of character for him: "I say, have you met someone with an even worse personality than yours?"

Ok?
Herbert was taken aback by his reaction, tilted his head, blinked, and said uncertainly, "Uh, I... I think I've encountered this before? What's wrong? Is there a problem?"

What's up?

"Huh? Have you ever encountered that kind of person before?"

Hearing Herbert's answer, not only Finn was puzzled, but even Miss Harmony, who felt she had never missed a famous scene, expressed her confusion.

"Who is it? Who could have a worse personality than you?"

"you."

[“Eh?”]

What are you 'hey' about?

What are you putting here for?

Don't you have any idea how awful your own personality is?
【"oh."】

Miss Harmony asked a question after feeling awkward, and after receiving the answer, she decisively pretended nothing had happened and continued to secretly feign isolation.

Family members, who understands the feeling of redemption that comes from excitedly asking about gossip, only to find out that you are the person involved in the story?
Nenasha expressed considerable pride in Herbert's dismissive assessment.

whee!

He said, "I'd love to hear more of these 'negative comments'!"
After asking the question, Finn came to his senses and was about to change his answer when he heard Herb's unwavering reply, which made him widen his eyes in confusion.

"What? There really is one?"

“Yes, there really is.” Herbert looked at Finn strangely, puzzled.

Aren't there tons of people with worse personalities than me?
After all, I am so kind, innocent, pure, and harmless; I am practically the perfect embodiment of a paladin.

Well, if it's hard to find someone in the righteous camp, you can try changing your mindset.

But that's how we see it; some issues can be addressed with a bit of flexibility!
If all else fails, try searching the evil faction. I think if we're willing to put in the effort, we should be able to find someone, right?
Although my moral standards are very low, those people in the evil camp have absolutely no moral standards.

Those people have consistently adhered to a firm principle over the years—as long as they lack morality, no one can morally blackmail them.

Fein looked at Herbert and nodded slowly, then sighed:
"I see. Hmm, that's not surprising. That guy was the same... So, is that why you inflict the pain that person inflicted on you on someone else?"

Is it because I have suffered that I want to pass on that pain to others?
?

"Well, that's not the case."

After hearing this, Herbert initially wanted to shift the blame onto Nenasha as was his habit, but seeing Finn's thoughtful expression, he couldn't bear it and told the truth.

"You might not believe it, but this is entirely my personal interest."

Herbert stated that he did not have any twisted ideas such as "I'll take away other people's umbrellas after I've been rained on!" or "Give other people a complete childhood!"

This viewpoint is meaningless.

Those who hurt you and those who were hurt by you are two separate groups of people. Doing this not only fails to avenge you, but also perpetuates this malice.

As a paladin, Herbert naturally could not tolerate such a thing happening.

He would do this entirely for reasons that are more noble and proper.

That's right, it's purely out of interest.

Fun.JPG
Trivia:
Torture of a fellow member is wrong and may result in being attacked by colleagues, or even being ganged up on.

However, if you change the object of your torment to your enemy, you will not only avoid being blamed by others, but you can also easily gain happiness.

Such rules are simply perfect for people who enjoy themselves.

This is truly a win-win situation for both fame and fortune!
A true win-win situation – I win against one person and I win twice!
Furthermore, Herbert noticed an interesting detail in Fein's words and asked directly, "Also, from what you're saying, it seems you've encountered someone similar to me before?"

Finn hesitated for a moment, feeling that the two's current attitude was a bit strange, but he couldn't guess what Herbert was going to do next, so he could only continue talking along the topic.

"I have indeed encountered one. Not long ago, I met a damn devil. Her personality was probably worse than yours, and she was also far less professional... tsk."

The thought that all these infuriating developments stemmed from her involvement with that incident gave him a headache.

"Now that you mention it, I've thought about it carefully, and the reason I got involved with you is entirely because of her!"

If that damned devil hadn't sold the same piece of information to both sides, thus inciting those idiotic nobles to take action, Herbert wouldn't have been affected at all, and I wouldn't be standing on the opposite side of this guy now.

It's all that guy's fault!
That damned devil!!!
Christine!

But it's pointless to seek revenge now; it's too late.

That guy was already wanted by me back then, and he had already slipped back to the Bronze Fortress. Now, he will hide even deeper at the slightest sign of trouble, and I don't know how long I will have to wait before he comes out on his own initiative.

By the way, that demon is also plagued by misfortune; she's practically the embodiment of a harbinger of doom. No one connected with her ever has a good ending.

Including those idiotic nobles, the assassins of the god of assassination, and even himself... tsk. Finn narrowed his eyes, looking at Herbert, a strange thought suddenly flashing through his mind.

Could there be some special relationship between the two of them?
"Ok?"

Herbert was puzzled by Finn's strange gaze. He frowned slightly, worried that the guy might have developed some kind of mental problem because of his own provocation.

This guy's eyes are so strange, oh my, is he eyeing my hook?

"..."

Fein was speechless at Herbert's wary gaze, and his lips twitched involuntarily. He took the initiative to steer the conversation back on track.

"So, Lord Godslayer, what brings you here?"

"Uh, didn't you knock on the door, so I'm here to open it for you?"

Looking at Herbert's clear-eyed face, Fein felt his blood pressure spike and couldn't help but growl.

"You know I'm not talking about that! Tsk... Enough! How long are we going to keep acting like this?"

He stared at Herbert with a cold gaze, trying to glean some detail from his expression.

The result is naturally a failure.

Herbert looked at him with a smile, not at all impatient, and said slowly, "Well, that question needs to be asked of you first, Archmage Fane, what brings you here?"

"Depending on your answer, I also have different answers."

Finn narrowed his eyes and said slowly, "I am here this time as the vice president to inspect the mage towers in various places of the Witch Guild. This is an internal matter of our Witch Guild and has nothing to do with you, an outsider."

Herbert shrugged and chuckled, “In that case, I have come as the Godslayer to protect Lady Astrid at the request of the Frost Crystal Kingdom.”

"As subjects of the Frost Crystal Kingdom, protecting the Queen is only a matter of course, isn't it?"

The two looked at each other through the doorway of the mage tower, both seeing the undercurrents surging in the other's eyes.

They were both hoping the other would make the first move.

Finn frowned, but still didn't make a move. After a moment of silence, he changed the subject and said, "...What if I were to visit Astrid as an old acquaintance she's known for many years?"

Herbert smiled kindly and nodded, saying, "Then I've come to visit an old acquaintance who has been unconscious for many days due to serious injuries."

As someone who has known Felia for many years, it's perfectly reasonable for me to come and visit her after hearing the news that she was seriously injured and in a coma, right?

As for why she was so badly injured... don't ask.

In short, I came to visit her and her mother.

"What's the difference between these two answers?" Finn frowned, feeling like he'd been tricked again.

“It may not make much difference to you, but it has a different meaning to me.”

Herbert shook his head and said calmly, "And the common point between these two answers is—Grand Mage Fane, you are not welcome here, please leave."

go back?

Finn laughed in fury, a hint of madness in his eyes. He grinned and chuckled in a low, hoarse voice, "You're trying to stop me? You want to stop me? Do you think you can?"

There's no turning back for him.

This time, he has used all his trump cards and deployed all his spies, plunging the entire Witch's Guild into chaos, which has left the other mage towers with no time to attend to others.

These trump cards have far-reaching consequences, and the traces of those people will certainly be discovered by the other chiefs afterward.

So, there is only one chance.

Only success is allowed; failure is not permitted.

Finn had nowhere left to retreat. If Herbert dared to continue blocking him, he would fight back with everything he had.

Today, he must get that pocket watch.

There's no room for discussion on this!

However, faced with the aggressive attitude, Herbert remained quite calm, shaking his head and saying softly, "It's not that I'm stopping you, but you really shouldn't have come to this place... Sigh."

Herbert sighed, then reached into his pocket, rummaged around, and pulled out a silver-white metal object.

“Alright, Lady Astrid instructed that if you insist on forcing your way in, then I will give this to you so you can examine it carefully.”

!!!

Although he was shocked when he saw what was in his hands, his eyes widened and he stared at it in disbelief.

It was a simple and old-fashioned mechanical pocket watch with a silver-white casing.

The metal casing, which has not been properly maintained, bears many marks of time over the years, with minor scratches in various places and even dents in some corners.

"This is……"

How could Fenn not recognize this pocket watch?
He's been eyeing it for years.

It can be said that no one in the world knows the origin and purpose of this pocket watch better than him.

He even knew it better than Astrid did.

And now, what he had been searching for for a hundred years, what he had gone to great lengths to obtain, had appeared before him so simply.

It is readily available.

Just give it to me directly?
While Finn hesitated, Herbert simply shoved the pocket watch into his hand.

!!!

He clenched his fists excitedly, almost bursting into wild laughter—then his expression froze, and his eyes widened suddenly.

"No? This... how could there be no one?"

He stared at the pocket watch in his hand in disbelief, his palms trembling.

It wasn't the excitement of having my long-cherished wish fulfilled, but the confusion that followed the shattering of my hopes.

No.

The divine power I was hoping for was not in this pocket watch!
How could it not be there?!
There was absolutely no trace of divine aura in the pocket watch, not even a trace of it; it was as if it had never been used before.

Just as Fein was filled with doubt, Herbert's voice rang in his ears:

"As you can see, this is just an epic-level magical artifact. Although it has some special abilities, it probably doesn't have what you expected."

"Although you have ulterior motives, in consideration of the various forms of assistance you have provided over the years, Mrs. Astrid is willing to let you examine that pocket watch."

“If there is anything you need inside, you can take it, but leave the watch case as a keepsake.”

"And if the pocket watch doesn't contain what you need, please return it in its entirety, as it is her teacher's keepsake."

The boy's expression held a hint of helplessness, as if he was dissatisfied with the compromise that Lady Astrid had made on her own initiative.

When Herbert spoke, the shadow beneath his feet trembled slightly, as if nodding in agreement.

"No, no."

Nenesha chewed on a snack she'd grabbed at random, muttering, "There's nothing in here~"

【(chew, chew, chew)】

"It never existed in the first place!"

(End of this chapter)