Diary of the Improper Monster Girl Transformation.

Chapter 541 The Loli Mom Was Right (Bonus Chapter 301 for 6K Views!)
"..."

Theresa stood there, her eyes wide open, staring blankly at the woman who had appeared in her dream.

Is it mother?

Is she my mother?
Overwhelmed by shock and unbelievable ecstasy, her mind went completely blank.

Reason is screaming warnings, but emotions are subconsciously ignoring them.

Just as Theresa was in a state of extreme turmoil, on the verge of a fierce struggle between reason and emotion, she spoke.

"Theresa, my child..."

She looked at the child, who seemed to be half-asleep, and spoke in a voice as gentle as a spring breeze, filled with boundless love and affection.

"What's wrong? Did you have a nightmare?"

She stepped forward slowly and gently embraced the frozen girl, her rough yet warm hand rhythmically patting Theresa's back as if to dispel all her unease and softly comfort her.

!!!

The gentle voice seemed to possess magic, instantly shattering the psychological defenses that Teresa had painstakingly built up.

fake!

Fake...fake?
Is all of this really fake?

Which side is fake?!?
In that moment when he held her in his arms, all memories of Elda and the past became distant and unreal.

Like a reflection in water, it would ripple and disperse at the slightest touch, let alone now that a huge rock has been thrown in.

Everything shattered and vanished in an instant!

The living, breathing mother in front of her, with her caring eyes, was the reality she longed for most deep down, the one she could not resist.

The mother raised her hand and gently stroked her forehead.

That hand was warm and rough, bearing the marks of labor; it was the hand of an ordinary village girl who worked all day long.

But the difference is that it contains a mother's warmth that Teresa never experienced.

All the struggles and doubts crumbled at this moment.

The dam of reason was completely destroyed by the torrent of emotion.

She no longer thinks about what is real and what is fake.

At this moment, all she wanted was to stay here, to stay in this world where her mother lived.

Wavering, she gave up resisting, letting that warm force envelop and pull her, sinking her deep into the deepest part of her dream.

She seemed to vaguely hear voices from another world—the faint sobs coming from her own mouth, and the uneasy thumping of the snake's tail on the bed.

But all of that became incredibly distant, as if separated by a thick curtain of water.

She was completely immersed in the dream.

Theresa reached out and grasped her mother's outstretched hand tightly, as if she were grasping the whole world.

She gripped it so tightly that her knuckles turned slightly white, as if letting go would mean losing this hard-won warmth.

Tears welled up uncontrollably, not from sadness, but from a profound sense of happiness and grievance at something lost and then regained.

She threw herself into the embrace she had longed for countless days and nights, feeling that unfamiliar yet real warmth, and murmured:

"Mother……"

The woman didn't panic. Instead, she lowered her eyes and asked softly, "What's wrong? Did you suffer any injustice in your dream?"

"I think I had a very, very long dream..."

"Is it a nightmare?"

Her mother's question made Theresa hesitate for a moment, as many thoughts flashed through her mind.

Was that dream a nightmare?
At the beginning of the dream, it seemed that I had indeed experienced a lot of painful things, but later things took a turn for the better and became less sad.

In the end, Theresa only gave an ambiguous answer: "It seems like it wasn't a nightmare, but it wasn't a dream either..."

Neither is true, nor is both true.

"Oh? Is that so? Hehe."

The mother blinked, then smiled and said softly, "It's okay if it's not a beautiful dream, it's okay, it's all just a dream, you can tell me slowly."

"Yes, tell me little by little..."

After saying that, she gently patted Theresa's back while humming a soothing lullaby.

The melody was ancient and familiar, as if I had heard it hundreds of times when I was a baby.

"I, back then, in, huff..."

Teresa's will completely crumbled under the influence of the lullaby.

She slowly closed her eyes, willingly sinking into a deeper and deeper dream.

"..."

As the mother and daughter embraced, a tall man emerged from the shadows of the kitchen.

He was dressed in simple farmer's clothes, his face bearing the marks of hardship, and he looked at the mother and daughter embracing with a complex expression.

His gaze fell on the girl who was gradually falling asleep, his eyes were equally gentle and kind, and also contained a deep sense of guilt.

He walked over to the woman and put his arm around her shoulder from behind.

Steven pursed his lips, a hint of regret and... struggle flashing in his eyes.

That struggle was fleeting, too fast to be captured.

When he turned to look at the woman's gentle face, all those emotions vanished, leaving only tenderness.

……

……

Elda.

In Theresa's cabin, her furrowed brows gradually relaxed, and a serene and contented smile even appeared on her face.

However, deep within that smile lay a hint of barely perceptible confusion.

Her breathing became even and deep as she fell into a deep sleep, but her movements remained the same as in her dream, holding herself tightly.

She held him so tightly, as if afraid that the person in her arms would escape from her grasp.

The problem is, the person Teresa is holding at this moment is not the mother she met in her dream, but—Eunil.

As a petite girl whose figure is smaller than Beatrice's, Yunier felt like she was being strangled!
"……hiss!"

Feeling somewhat helpless as Yuniel looked at her best friend, who was holding her tightly in her dream, her lips twitched slightly.

She could feel the warmth of Theresa's body and the slight trembling, and sighed inwardly.

"Ugh!"

It was because I hesitated for a moment and, out of pity, didn't try to back off at the beginning that things turned out this way.

"What are we going to do now?"

The goddess's will left when Theresa was unconscious, not to seek the source of the dream, but to some unknown place, leaving her alone here.

As for her, a mere chosen one of the gods, although she is not weak, how much trouble can she cause in a place like the Misty Mountains?

Eunil felt a wave of helplessness; the situation was completely beyond her control.

Goddess!

Please come back soon!
I can't handle this situation alone—

In her heart, Yuniel cried out in utter despair, hoping that the goddess of winter would return quickly and awaken Theresa from her dream.

Meanwhile, the snake-woman girl in the dream was now wearing a happy smile, murmuring and calling out to her mother.

"Mommy mommy……"

The voice was soft and dependent, filled with complete trust.

"..."

At that moment, Yunier's expression suddenly became quite subtle after hearing this address.

A strange feeling rose from the bottom of her heart, making her feel both embarrassed and inexplicably touched.

Whether from her appearance or her mental age, she is still a child.

But at this moment, being called "mother" by someone my age... this feeling is, surprisingly, quite nice?
She suddenly felt a special emotion gradually stirring within her.

It was a protective instinct, an impulse to cherish this fragile being in one's arms.

Is this what motherhood is?

"..."

So she hesitated for a moment, then quietly raised her hand and touched Theresa's hair gently.

The movements were clumsy yet full of tenderness, as if they were protecting a fragile treasure.

"Good boy, good boy~"

"Mommy's here."

As she said those words, her cheeks flushed slightly, but her movements became even gentler.

"Mommy's right here..."

Click.

! ! ?

Just then, the door suddenly opened.

Who's here?!

In Yunier's distraught and panicked gaze, a tall figure walked in from outside the door without warning.

"Theresa, I'm back... Oh?"

As Herbert pushed open the door, he happened to witness this bizarre scene—the snake-woman girl was clinging to the waist of another girl favored by the gods, crying out for her mother.

The girl being hugged also showed a loving expression overflowing with maternal instincts, gently comforting her.

Herbert froze, his expression shifting from surprise to amusement.

Eh?
Was this your original relationship?

Wa, Wa's junior?
"you……"

Herbert looked at Theresa, then at Eunice, pondered for a moment, and then nodded knowingly.

He gave a knowing look, a knowing smile playing on his lips.

"I understand, I understand... cough cough, you don't need to explain."

"I won't bother you, hehe... I'm leaving right away!"

"Just keep going!"

After saying that, he nodded very politely to Eunice, and even winked at her as he turned around. He also thoughtfully closed the door behind him when he left the room.

Click.

"Um???"

"you come back!"

The girl favored by the gods cried out in a panic, urging the guy who seemed to have figured something out to come back quickly.

She was so anxious that she kicked her legs, her face flushed red, trying to catch up, but she couldn't break free from Theresa's embrace.

"Let me explain!"

"Things aren't what you think—"

However, the only answer she received was the sound of footsteps receding into the distance and quickening outside the door.

"Come back!!!"

……

……

"Lord Herbert, are you... are you listening?"

Yunier pursed her lips, her expression a mixture of embarrassment and helplessness, her eyes constantly glancing at her best friend who was fast asleep on the bed.

She was restless, her fingers unconsciously twisting the hem of her clothes.

It's so late, don't sleep anymore, wake up! "Hmm? Hmm, it's okay, I'm listening."

Herbert blinked, nodded, and pretended to be "taking notes seriously," scribbling casually on the paper with his pen, but his mind was clearly not on it at all.

He nodded slowly and said:

"You mean... Theresa heard a call coming from deep within the mountains, and then completely lost consciousness before she could report to me?"

"Yes, she fell into a coma very suddenly."

"Then, she just hugged you on her own initiative, and you were forced to play the role of her mother instead of doing it willingly—is that what you mean?"

His tone was clearly mocking, and he looked at Eunice with a playful gaze.

Really?

"Yes, and I've already said this twice..."

Herbert ignored the young girl's involuntary complaints, stroked his chin, revealed a meaningful smile, and sighed:

"That's quite a novel idea; it's the first time I've heard it."

Compared to obviously obvious lies like "we're a couple" or "we're here to learn a foreign language," this explanation is quite unique!
Seeing Herbert's amused expression, Yunier hesitated to speak, but finally couldn't help but say, "Lord Herbert, could you... could you please stop fooling around?"

Her voice carried a hint of pleading and helplessness.

Oh?
How dare you disregard this standard procedure!
No, how dare you speak to me so rudely!
presumptuous!

The impartial Herbert snorted, "Hmph, stop trying to get on my good side. Just tell me if it's true or not."

He deliberately put on a stern face, but the smile flickering in his eyes betrayed him—or rather, that's not quite right.

This guy never acted seriously from the beginning.

?

Yunier took a weary breath, finally suppressing her anxiety, and said with difficulty, "...Yes, that is indeed the case."

"Do you have any further questions?"

By the end, she was practically gritting her teeth as she squeezed out the words.

Almost got it!
"Questions? No, there are no more. Everything is fine now."

Herbert spoke with a smile as he admired the sketch he had just completed in his "notebook".

The paper clearly showed a cute picture of Yunier looking flustered, with a speech bubble next to her that read, "Mommy's here~".

"Yeah, that's pretty good."

Lolita mom?
not bad!

"So, is this interrogation necessary?"

Seeing his frivolous demeanor, Yunier finally couldn't help but ask, utterly perplexed, "Am I really so untrustworthy in your eyes?"

Her voice carried a hint of grievance, and her eyes were slightly red.

"Of course not, why wouldn't I believe you?"

Herbert answered very quickly, without even looking up, without any thought whatsoever.

?

"You believe it? But then why..."

Yunier was confused, not understanding Herbert's actions, her mind a complete mess.

If you believe me, then why do you have to ask me again, no, why do you have to ask me twice?!
"I'm sorry, but I really want to try it once."

Herbert looked at Eunil with a resolute expression and said in a deep voice, "You know, I am actually a prison warden belonging to the court."

His expression suddenly became extremely serious, as if he were stating a solemn fact, and he solemnly said, "But for so long, I have not found such an opportunity; there has never been a prisoner for me to interrogate."

"This can't go on!"

"I need to find an opportunity to prove my abilities, so this time... I'll have to trouble you to act as the prisoner for me."

At the end, he couldn't help but laugh out loud and winked at the stunned girl.

???

Yunier's eyes widened suddenly, her whole body trembled, and she pointed at the smiling white-haired boy in front of her.

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you!!?
If it weren't for the nuns in the church who carefully nurtured her good manners, she would probably be spouting sweet nothings by now.

Even so, she almost spontaneously uttered those taboo words.

The swear words she had never uttered swirled in her mind, making her feel both ashamed and angry... yet they were about to slip out.

"You—uh!?"

To prevent this heartbreaking scene from becoming a reality, Herbert stepped forward and proactively raised his hand to cover Eunice's small mouth.

"Those are swear words, children shouldn't say them."

He smiled and winked at the girl, adding with a hint of mockery:

"Besides, seeing your anxious expression is a really interesting experience. You might not know, but you look quite cute right now."

!!!

"Lord Herbert, please stop bullying me!"

After being released, Yunier pouted helplessly. Although she was still dissatisfied, she couldn't vent it and could only grumble.

She looked like a wronged little animal, her eyes red and swollen, making you want to pat her head.

What time is it, and you're still playing?
She would have been very happy if Herbert had flirted with her at any other time.

"Well……"

Thinking of this, her heart skipped a beat, and her cheeks flushed slightly.

But, not now!
Theresa was unconscious and her condition was unknown, so she couldn't feel happy at all.

"Don't worry, she'll be fine."

Herbert's tone became serious, and his gaze turned to Theresa, who was sleeping peacefully on the bed.

He was certainly not the kind of cold-blooded person who would disregard Teresa's life or death; he already knew the situation and calmly shook his head.

“I told you from the beginning that you don’t need to worry about her safety.”

Theresa is fine now.

Although she was unconscious, her soul remained in her body, only it was dragged into a special dream.

"Besides, it's precisely because you can't calm down that I'm trying to find ways to help you relax."

Herbert smiled, but his expression was somewhat aggrieved, as if he had been misunderstood.

He winked at the girl, his gray eyes filled with a hint of helplessness, as if to say, "Why don't you understand my good intentions, child?"

"Really?"

Eunil was stunned for a moment, then quickly apologized, "Lord Herbert, I misunderstood you!"

She suddenly realized that she might have misunderstood the other person's good intentions, and her cheeks flushed slightly with shame.

It turned out to be the case.

It turns out Herbert did that to relax; that explains why he seemed different from usual.

His seemingly erratic behavior from just now seemed to have a reasonable explanation.

I really misunderstood him.

He did this while enduring immense shame.

And I, so ungrateful, turned around and blamed him!

"I thought you were just playing a trick on me, but I never expected you were trying to get me... Lord Herbert?"

Her voice trailed off, tinged with uncertainty and hesitation.

"Wait, why are you looking away?!"

Under Eunil's shocked gaze, Herbert silently turned his head to the side, pretending to look at Theresa.

His movements were slightly stiff, clearly indicating that he was avoiding the girl's clear gaze.

"Look me in the eyes—what are you hiding from?!"

cough cough.

Of course, I'm avoiding your innocent gaze!

Even someone like me would feel heartbroken to lie when I see those innocent eyes.

【"Although I say that, I'm actually only a little heartbroken~"】 That playful divine oracle rang directly in my mind, carrying a merciless mockery.

Miss Harmony's finishing blow was precise and hit Herbert's weak spot.

"Indeed, it's only a tiny bit."

But Herbert remained remarkably calm and readily admitted it.

Then, Herbert quickly composed himself, steered the conversation back on track, and his eyes became serious.

"But instead of discussing a pointless question like 'Am I a bad man?' which can be answered at a glance, is there something else you want to tell me?"

"Do you consider yourself a bad man?"

"Of course not!"

Herbert snorted and curled his lip, saying, "And don't even try to change the subject; you know it's pointless."

"Tch, it just didn't work out."

"Of course."

Seeing that she couldn't change the subject, Nena clicked her tongue regretfully, then casually said, "It's not lust, you know~"

His tone became slightly more serious.

"I really want to say, 'This is all the work of the god of lust!' and put all the blame on Him... but that wouldn't convince you."

"Yeah, indeed."

Herbert nodded, squinted as he sensed Theresa's aura, and shook his head.

“While manipulating dreams is also one of His specialties, I didn’t sense His presence this time.”

"Not at all."

Surprisingly, the mastermind behind this incident was someone else entirely, not the God of Evil Desire who was always up to no good.

There are experts too!

Moreover, this expert...

"The other party seems to come from deep within the Misty Mountains?"

Herbert squinted, sensing the misty aura residing deep within Theresa's soul, and asked softly, "My dear Miss Nenasa, what are your thoughts on this matter?"

"Yes, that's probably what you think."

Now that things had come to this, Nenasha didn't keep anyone in suspense and said directly, "If I'm not mistaken, it's probably related to the remnants of my divine kingdom. It's possible that someone inherited a portion of its authority."

"But I'm not sure if the other party provoked us intentionally, or if it unintentionally triggered the little snake's dream."

"But regardless, you're now involved with it."

"So, what are you planning to do?"

Just as Herbert was pondering how to answer Nenasha's question, Yuniel's weak voice sounded behind him.

"Lord Herbert, how do you intend to wake Theresa?"

Her voice carried anticipation, but also a hint of unease.

Lord Herbert stared at Theresa's sleeping face in silence. Had he already come up with a solution? Or was he still pondering how to resolve the situation?

Where is the goddess right now?
If only He were here...

"How do we wake her up? It's simple."

Herbert turned his head, smiled slightly at Eunil, and said casually, "Of course, we'll just go straight into her dream."

Tell her—

"Get up! How can you sleep at your age?"

(End of this chapter)