Diary of the Improper Monster Girl Transformation.

Chapter 542 The Goddess Who Takes Action Herself

Chapter 542 The Goddess Who Takes Action Herself (Bonus Chapter 303!, 6.2K views!)
"Entering a dream?"

Yunier's eyes widened, and she blinked rapidly, asking curiously, "Lord Herbert, are you saying that you intend to enter Theresa's dream directly and wake her up?"

"Yes, that's what I mean. What's wrong?" Herbert smiled slightly, not taking it as anything particularly remarkable.

It was just a dream, nothing serious.

"But……"

But the girl still hesitated, and said uncertainly in a low voice, "But this sounds like the ability of a succubus or a dream demon, something that ordinary people can't control."

Now it was Herbert's turn to blink, give Eunice a strange look, and ask in confusion:

"Yunier, in your eyes, do I seem like an ordinary person?"

His expression was one of genuine confusion, as if he had heard an utterly absurd question.

Ordinary people?

Me, me?

You mean, this handsome guy with a long list of titles like "The Man Who Slayed the Dragon," "The Siren Breaker," and "The Man Who Pierced the Vampire" is just an ordinary person?
"Uh, cough cough, I understand."

Eunil realized she had asked a silly question, her cheeks flushed slightly, and she coughed softly.

Although she didn't know what Herbert was planning to do, she still chose to believe him unconditionally.

Past events have already proven Lord Herbert's strength; there is no need to worry about him anymore.

Besides, Lord Herbert would never lie to me... Hmm, really not?

It seems a bit... uh, hard to say.

The thought had barely surfaced when she forcibly suppressed it, but a tiny sliver of doubt still crept into her heart.

disturbed!

"Hehe, just stay here and wait. It shouldn't take long."

Herbert offered no explanation, simply lying down beside Theresa. Just as he was about to close his eyes, he suddenly turned and beckoned to the young priestess who was watching silently, signaling her to kneel between the two of them.

"Come."

"Oh! Oh, okay."

Like an obedient little animal, Yunier knelt obediently in front of the two without much thought, following their instructions.

Just as she was starting to think about what to do, she noticed Herbert giving her a satisfied nod.

Then, he raised his head, rested the back of his head on the girl's slender yet elastic thighs, adjusted his posture, and closed his eyes with satisfaction.

"Now, I have everything I need."

Actually, what Herbert was really missing was a soft pillow.

And now, he has found it.

The girl's thighs are not bad.

"By the way, you don't need to play my mom~"

"Varied……"

The girl was stunned by Herbert's unusual behavior, her expression completely frozen.

???

Herbert opened one eye, winked at her, and added:
"Of course, if you insist on acting, then I can pretend I don't know anything."

"Lord Herbert!!!"

Feeling both embarrassed and angry at being teased, Yunier let out a scream that was almost unbearable, wishing she could punch this despicable guy right then and there.

Let me punch you!

"Haha, I'm going to sleep, stop fooling around, shh~"

Herbert, knowing when to stop, put his finger to his lips to shush, and closed his eyes with a smile.

After only a few breaths, Herbert's breathing began to steady, and he drifted into a deep dream.

Eunil didn't know if Herbert could enter Theresa's dream in such a simple way, but she was greatly relieved.

Looking at his peaceful sleeping face, her tense nerves unconsciously relaxed.

It seems that as long as Lord Herbert is around, everything will be alright.

This trust, formed after repeated verification, is almost instinctive.

"..."

Yunier gazed quietly at Herbert's innocent sleeping face, hesitated for a moment, then gently lifted his head and placed it on the softer part of her thigh, giving him a better tactile experience.

Her movements were incredibly gentle, as if she were afraid of disturbing his peaceful sleep.

She had a strange feeling; having been in Eldar territory for so long, this was the first time she had truly come to know the real Herbert.

Stripped of all accolades and titles, only the most authentic self remains.

He was neither a perfect paladin, nor a flawless lord, nor a fearless godslayer.

He's no longer so aloof; he'll make silly jokes and tease her with mischievous intent.

He is no longer perfect, but he is more like a living, breathing person.

An ordinary person.

"Lord Herbert, you..."

Yunier finally let go of her clenched fist, but gave Herbert a light nudge to the cheek, though she was still reluctant to give up.

"Humph."

After muttering a few words under her breath, her expression changed, and she prayed devoutly, "May the goddess bless you, and may everything go well for you."

For Mother Teresa's sake, and for your own, please take good care of yourself.

Lord Herbert has already made his efforts, so I must complete the task he assigned and take good care of their bodies.

"……Um?"

Just as Yunier was focused on protecting the two, a familiar yet incomparably sublime, extremely cold will quietly swept through her consciousness.

"My lord!"

Amidst the excited cries of those favored by the gods, the consciousness of the deity returned.

This return was not a forced intrusion, but rather as natural as a mother returning home after going out to buy groceries, carrying an aura that reassured Yunier's soul.

"you are back!"

Yunier whispered respectfully to herself, with complete trust and a hint of guilt for failing to complete the task.

"My lord, Theresa still hasn't woken up..."

She was like a child reporting to her mother, both devout and somewhat uneasy.

To some extent, that statement isn't entirely wrong.

In the eyes of the goddess of winter, those favored by the gods can basically be seen as her beloved children.

"It's alright, my child."

The gentle and loving voice resonated deep within Yunier's soul, like a warm current flowing beneath a blanket of ice and snow, soothing all her unease.

"It's not your fault. I haven't been able to find out the source of the dream either."

The Goddess of Winter had just ventured into the depths of the Misty Mountains at great risk, but out of respect for the forbidden zone of the gods, she ultimately abandoned the idea of going deep into it alone.

“That area is protected by ancient restrictions, and even I must be cautious. Your caution and protection are the best way to fulfill your duty.”

There was no blame in the goddess's voice, only relief that her chosen one was safe and sound.

Then He quickly realized that something was wrong: there was another person in the room?

Or is it a man?
And he was lying right on his lap?

What is this...?

Yuffie looked at that familiar white figure and blinked hard.

Eh?
But then, Euphemia's will gently shifted, carrying an undeniable tenderness, and she said to Yunier, "Now, sleep peacefully, my child, you are too tired."

After realizing the strange things happening to Theresa, Yunier remained on high alert, not daring to relax for a moment.

If Herbert hadn't eased Eunil's mind with his jokes, Eunil might have already broken down before Euphemia returned.

"Go to sleep. Leave the rest to me for now. I'll take care of everything for you."

This wasn't a command; it sounded more like a mother gently coaxing her child to sleep.

Gentle, but not one to be refused.

"Yes, my lord."

Without the slightest hesitation, Yunier's consciousness responded obediently, surrendering completely.

Her last conscious thought was: "May my body be a suitable vessel for you..."

Immediately, her consciousness sank into a dreamless sleep within the tranquil barrier constructed by the goddess.

Yunier closed her eyes, her body swayed slightly, but she quickly recovered. She slowly opened her eyes and looked around.

The innocence and confusion have vanished, leaving only maturity and composure—but that doesn't quite seem right.

He wasn't as composed as he seemed; instead, he looked furtively furtive, glancing around nervously.

"...Hmm, the mischievous little guy is gone too."

After confirming that Yuniel wouldn't wake up and disturb her, the Goddess of Winter finally felt relieved and let out a long sigh of relief.

Then, the goddess of winter, who had completely taken over the body of the chosen one, turned her attention to Herbert, who was nearby.

His fingers slowly rose and gently reached towards the sleeping boy.

"let me see……"

The goddess borrowed Yuniel's vocal cords and uttered a very soft whisper.

The voice carried both the clear, bright quality of Yunier herself and the ethereal and compassionate quality unique to deities, as if it were examining a creation worthy of care.

"I never imagined that this body, which carries so many secrets, would be so... unguarded at this moment."

Herbert's soul was not in his body at this moment; it seemed to have entered Theresa's dream.

In Yunier's memory, Herbert confidently asserted that he could walk in dreams and possessed the ability of a "dream walker"... uh.

"No, no, none of that matters!"

The goddess of winter shook her head violently, clearing her mind of the jumbled thoughts, and continued to look at the boy resting his head on her lap.

What will it feel like?
Will that seemingly smooth white hair be as cold as ice and snow?

What is the temperature of that face, which always carries a playful expression, when it is completely unguarded?
These are questions He is very curious about.

Thus, the will of God drove the fingertips of mortals, with a curiosity that combined compassion and inquiry, to touch the sleeping boy.

【……interesting.】

In Yuffie's mind, a novel and absurd thought flashed through her mind.

"Perhaps, I should have... taken matters into my own hands long ago?"

He looked at the boy's sleeping face, slowly tilted his head, and muttered to himself, "But why didn't I think of this before?"

The goddess of winter's thoughts kept churning in her mind, but her hands didn't hesitate at all.

—I'll touch it!
Touch, touch, touch, touch, touch, touch!
"Hey!"

The moment her fingertips touched Herbert's white hair, the Goddess of Winter gasped as if burned, then immediately held her breath and carefully placed her fingertips on it.

The hair felt as soft as the finest velvet, and as it gently slid under my fingertips, it even stirred a subtle ripple in His unchanging will.

This felt completely different from the way I used to touch those girls.

He couldn't help but gently twirl the white hair between his fingers, watching it spread out at his fingertips. A slight, childlike smile unconsciously appeared on his lips, mirroring Yunier's face. "Oh? Oh!"

The goddess paused in her breath as her fingers slid down Herbert's hair to his cheek.

The boy's skin was more delicate and smooth than I had imagined, unlike the coldness of a god's body or the roughness of a mortal's body after weathering the storms of life.

His fingertips gently traced Herbert's brow bone, feeling its clear contours, before moving down to the tip of his nose.

Looking at the slightly upturned curve, she suddenly recalled Herbert's frivolous manner when teasing the girl in Eunil's memory, and couldn't help but gently tap the tip of his nose with her fingertip, as if responding to those jokes on behalf of the girl.

Just then, Herbert's eyelashes suddenly trembled slightly, as if he was about to wake up from a dream.

!!!

The goddess of winter froze instantly, her heart skipped a beat, and she instinctively withdrew her hand, holding her breath as she stared nervously at his face.

After a while, seeing that Herbert only frowned slightly and had not actually woken up, He breathed a sigh of relief and patted his chest—but he hadn't actually patted it the first time.

He forgot the stark difference between the girl's frail body and his own, and instinctively patted empty air.

Yuffie silently adjusted herself, forcefully pressing her hand down until she finally managed to place it on her chest, revealing a look of "you scared me."

Her demeanor was completely different from the majestic image of a god in the eyes of the world; instead, she looked like a little girl caught stealing candy.

Should we stop?

"Cough cough, it's nothing, it's nothing, I didn't do anything..."

After a brief moment of panic, the goddess's curiosity took over again.

This time, He was bolder. He stretched out his finger and gently poked Herbert's cheek, feeling the strange sensation, and couldn't help but poke it a few more times.

Just then, Herbert suddenly uttered a soft murmur.

"Um……"

Although she couldn't hear the content, the goddess keenly sensed that the fluctuations in his soul seemed to have become more intense, as if he had encountered some change in his dream.

He immediately stopped what he was doing, gently placed his palm on Herbert's forehead, and tried to perceive his dream through divine power.

But He failed.

Herbert's soul defenses were extremely tight, and even the gods could not easily break through them.

If He were to forcefully infiltrate, He might indeed succeed, but it would certainly cause Herbert enormous harm.

"This……"

The goddess noticed this change, a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes, and then she smiled knowingly.

He withdrew his hand and quietly looked at Herbert's sleeping face, his fingers unconsciously combing through the stray hairs on his forehead, his heart filled with a mixture of curiosity and affection.

With such tight protection, He had nothing to worry about; Herbert would definitely not encounter any life-or-death crisis in the dream.

"What an unpredictable little guy."

Herbert had too many secrets about him, which aroused the curiosity of the gods.

The goddess murmured softly, her voice tinged with a hint of helplessness, but even more so with admiration: "But that's what makes it interesting."

He leaned against the headboard and gently moved Herbert's head onto his lap to make him more comfortable.

The "girl" lowered her eyes, guarding their bodies as she waited for him to return from the dream.

aside...

Continue your research out of curiosity.

Of course, this is not about investigating Herbert's unspeakable secrets.

Instead, it studies something else entirely that is "unspeakable."

"……Wow!"

He squinted, hesitated for a long time, and finally mustered up the courage to peek through the crack that had been secretly opened.

He paused for a moment, then his eyes widened instantly.

"hiss!"

……

Herbert in his dream was unaware that his body was being repeatedly measured by the small hands of a goddess.

"Ok?"

He opened his eyes and found himself enveloped by Nenasha's power, his consciousness breaking free from the constraints of his body and floating in a white mist.

He had originally thought he would fall directly into Teresa's dream, but the current situation was clearly different from what he expected.

"what happened?"

Herbert frowned, trying to use the power of his soul to perceive his surroundings, only to find that all that remained was an endless fog, with a faint, ancient aura mixed in with it.

He quickly realized something—he had failed to enter the dream?

No, that's not right. I am definitely in a dream state... but this place doesn't seem to be a dream world?

Just as he was wondering, a graceful figure suddenly emerged from the mist and smiled brightly at him.

【Hi~】

Nenasha wore a white dress that shimmered slightly, and when the hem of the dress swept through the mist, it left a trail of sparkling light behind her.

"It seems you've already noticed something's wrong."

"Where is this place?"

"You didn't guess that?"

A mysterious smile appeared on Nenasha's face as she reached out and gently brushed away the mist beside her.

The next moment, the thick white fog seemed to come alive and automatically dispersed to both sides, revealing a path leading into the depths.

This scene immediately made Herbert realize where he was.

"So that's it."

They hadn't gone far; they were still in the Misty Mountains. However, unlike the outer areas, the two of them had instantly ventured into the deepest part of the mountains.

"how did you do that?"

"Follow me~"

Nenasha shook her head, offering no explanation, and turned to walk forward, smiling slightly. "It's faster to just see for yourself than to waste time explaining."

Herbert did not hesitate and followed Nenasha onto the path.

There's nothing to be afraid of.

I am currently only a consciousness, a person who is awake in a dream, while my soul remains in my body.

The mist beneath my feet was as soft as clouds, and with each step I took, I could feel a faint energy emanating from the soles of my feet.

As they ventured deeper, the surrounding fog gradually thinned, and the faint sounds of flowing water and the subtle rustling of some kind of plant could be heard in the distance. The once desolate depths of the misty mountains slowly began to reveal signs of life.

"Is the person behind the dream manipulation hiding here?"

"You can understand it that way, but it's not entirely correct."

Nenasha glanced back at Herbert, shook her head slightly, and looked at him with a complicated expression.

"First of all, that force didn't intend to harm Theresa; it's just that... Theresa's dream happened to resonate with it, which is why it was drawn to her."

Secondly…

"I'm afraid there isn't really a single person behind the scenes."

As they spoke, the two had already passed through the last layer of mist, and the sight before them completely stunned Herbert.

Deep within the Misty Mountains lay a crystal-clear lake, its waters shimmering with a faint silver light as if formed from condensed moonlight, with countless transparent bubbles floating on its surface.

Each bubble reflects a different scene.

Some scenes depict children playing, others show elderly people passing away peacefully, and still others capture moments of soldiers fighting valiantly—it's as if countless memories are sealed here.

"here it is……"

Herbert's voice sounded somewhat surprised; the scene before him had exceeded his expectations.

"The Lake of Dreams is the source of all dreams in the Misty Mountains."

Nenasha easily took over the conversation, speaking softly as she walked to the lakeside. She reached out and gently touched the surface of the lake with her finger, causing ripples to spread across the water, and the images within the bubbles changed accordingly.

"These are the dreams of the heroic spirits... yes, their past dreams."

Where dreams and reality intertwine, a deity stands quietly by the silver lake, hands behind his back, gazing down at the shimmering bubbles in the water.

"For the heroic spirits, the gods are the dream weavers, weaving their dreams so that they can enjoy the same right to dream as they did in life."

"But sadly, the moment their divine kingdom shattered, their dream was also shattered. Those broken dreams will forever remain in that final moment... Only when we regain control of the divine kingdom will there be any possibility of repair."

"That's how it should have been."

Nenasha withdrew her gaze, sighing with a touch of melancholy:

"I don't know the specifics of what happened, but I can guess that someone unexpectedly arrived here, disrupting the original balance and triggering unknown changes."

"Honey, do you remember that guy you predicted before?"

"Steven?"

Herbert raised an eyebrow and immediately thought of that poor middle-aged man whose fate was neither good nor bad.

"Yes, the changes here are probably related to him." Nenasha's tone was also quite emotional.

Neither of them could understand how Steven, a nobody who wasn't even a legend, managed to physically reach the deepest part of the Misty Mountains... and without even being in mortal danger.

How on earth is it done?
If you have this ability to save your life, why did you crawl into this place?
Herbert's lips twitched. He decided to put aside his concerns about the mysterious "explorer" for now and deal with the important business at hand.

"So that means... Theresa's dream was unintentionally triggered and attracted here? To fully awaken her, we must find her dream?"

He looked at the images in those bubbles and began to guess.

"Yes, it's in here."

Miss Harmony nodded, then pouted, looking somewhat troubled, and said, "But I haven't regained my authority in the divine realm, so I can't be sure where her dream is located."

"Now, we either have to search here slowly, bit by bit, or we can only wait for her to make some noise."

"What constitutes making a commotion?"

"Experiencing intense emotional fluctuations in your dreams? Like fright, fear, anger... tsk."

Nenasha sighed, pouting, and muttered, "If she's not having a nightmare, this is really hard to come by... Ugh?"

The two looked at each other, stunned, as the ripples suddenly appeared on the lake.

"Is it such a coincidence?"

"It seems so?"

……

Half a second ago, at the dining table in my dream.

"Theresa, tell your mother the truth."

"……Um?"

"Do you have a crush on someone?"