Diary of the Improper Monster Girl Transformation.

Chapter 547 A Soft-Hearted God (Bonus Chapter 308 for 6.2K Views!)
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Yunier, what are you trying to do?!?
Theresa felt her heart was about to jump out of her throat as she glared at her best friend across from her, who was about to cause trouble.

Instead of letting go, Eunice intensified her grip, pressing their clasped hands even tighter against Herbert's chest fabric.

The firm touch was clearly felt through the thin fabric, mingling with Herbert's steady heartbeat, like electric currents striking Theresa's already chaotic nerves.

!!!

It felt like all the blood in her body rushed to her face, making it frighteningly hot, and even breathing became difficult.

Theresa was practically driven mad by the escalating tension.

Let go!

Let go!
She screamed silently in her heart, trying with all her might to pull her hand back, but Yunier's fingers were like iron clamps, firmly locking her in place.

Theresa didn't dare to struggle too much, afraid that too much movement would wake the sleeping Herbert, and the scene... Ugh, she almost fainted just imagining it.

As a result, Yunier, taking advantage of Theresa's reluctance to exert force, held on desperately, and occasionally shook their slender hands that were tightly clasped together.

The girl, favored by the gods, wore a mischievous smile, her eyes gleaming with cunning, and muttered to herself, "Hand in hand~ hand in hand~ good friends should hold hands~"

Shake hands~ Shake hands~
"you……"

Theresa kept gesturing to Yunier to let go with her eyes, her brows furrowed and her cheeks slightly puffed out, as if she was holding her breath.

As a result, the more she resisted, the more excited Eunice became, pulling both of their hands and pressing them against Herbert's chest.

There was even a strong tendency for both hands to gradually move downwards!

No, that’s not possible!

Theresa finally surrendered; she could feel her ears burning and a faint blush spreading across the base of her neck.

On the one hand, she simply couldn't persuade Yunier, whose will was extremely firm.

On the other hand... Theresa felt that if she didn't surrender soon, she might have to shake hands with little Herbert too.

The thought flashed through her mind like lightning, sending a shiver down her spine. That kind of thing… that kind of thing absolutely cannot happen!

Although, well, although deep down there might be a secret corner of my heart that was encouraged by my mother, I might feel a secret curiosity and flutter of excitement about that kind of contact.

but!

For a girl who grew up in a simple rural village with zero emotional experience, this kind of stimulation is far too much.

Don’t do that kind of thing!
While the event itself was very appealing, it was still too stimulating for an innocent young girl.

She was really afraid that she would faint from excitement.

"Hum~"

Seeing that Theresa had given up struggling, Yunier finally breathed a sigh of relief and loosened her grip slightly, but she still held Theresa's hand tightly.

She knew that Theresa had completely forgotten what had happened before, and that she had gotten away with it this time.

The girl, favored by the gods, proudly puffed out her little nose and raised her chin slightly, like a proud little peacock. Suppressing a laugh, her eyes curved into crescents as she continued to tease her innocent best friend in a low voice: "Trying to sneak around again? I caught you!"

You still say!
Theresa glared weakly at her best friend, her eyes full of grievance, like a bullied little animal unable to fight back. She bared her teeth and complained softly:

"I don't!"

I said no, and that's final.

Even if it did exist, it doesn't!
I will never admit it!
"Still saying you don't? Hehe, there's nothing to be shy about~"

Eunice blinked and chuckled, "Your hands were shaking just now, were you nervous? Where did you want to touch?"

Theresa's cheeks burned even hotter. She dared not look at Eunice any longer, and could only lower her head, her gaze falling on Herbert's fabric, muttering softly, "You, you can't talk nonsense! I didn't touch you, I just..."

"Just what?"

Yunier gently shook their clasped hands, her movements very light, as if afraid of waking Herbert, her tone laced with a hint of slyness: "Hmph, I'm not making this up, you just want Lord Herbert's body!"

!! ?
Theresa gave a half-annoyed snort, stubbornly saying, "...You're the one who's greedy! And you're not allowed to talk nonsense! What if Lord Herbert hears you!"

"hesitate!"

Yunier keenly caught the extremely brief pause that Theresa made before she retorted, and like a hunter spotting its prey, she immediately launched a relentless mental attack: "You hesitated! You're hiding something!"

"I don't!"

Teresa, caught off guard by the precise attack, panicked and instinctively denied it loudly. But she realized her voice was a bit too loud after she spoke, so she quickly covered her mouth and glanced nervously at Herbert.

She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that he was still asleep, then panicked even more and retorted almost instinctively without thinking, "R-really no... What about you! You just grabbed my hand and pressed it against Lord Herbert, didn't you do the same thing!"

! ! ?

Now it was Yunier's turn to hesitate, her cheeks flushing instantly, as if someone had touched a nerve. She stammered, "Uh, me? I, how could I... cough."

Yes, why would I do that?
Why did I subconsciously think of moving my hand in that direction?
This is……

"what!"

Theresa's eyes widened instantly, filled with disbelief and a triumphant "I got you!" feeling.

She lowered her voice, but couldn't hide the surprise and accusation in her tone: "You hesitated too? You really are just like me!"

"Tsk!"

Yunier gritted her teeth inwardly, feeling extremely dissatisfied with her subconscious panic and exposure just now.

But she wasn't one to give up so easily. She immediately rallied, trying to shift the focus back to Theresa, and continued her barrage: "Wait, does 'same as you' mean... you admit you're craving it?"

"I……"

Theresa was speechless for a moment, realizing that she seemed to have fallen into a trap again.

The two girls bickered in hushed tones, each accusing the other and then covering for the other.

Gradually, the initial embarrassment and panic that almost suffocated Teresa quietly dissipated in this familiar, slightly playful, intimate interaction.

The tension in my nerves relaxed, replaced by a subtle, intimate feeling of sharing secrets.

Theresa stopped trying to pull her hand away and, without realizing it, gently squeezed Yuni's hand back.

Because of her snake-human bloodline, her body temperature was very low. Yunier's hand was slightly warmer than hers. The strength of her grip and the real touch from her palm were like a solid anchor, slowly calming her wavering heart.

In the silence, Theresa suddenly spoke softly, her tone sincere and gentle: "Eunice, thank you."

"Ok?"

Yunier raised an eyebrow in surprise, looking at Theresa with a puzzled expression.

The topic changed a bit abruptly, and she thought Theresa was going to pull some trick again, so she gave her a slightly teasing sidelong glance.

What are you doing?

There's no point in surrendering now!
"Are you going to beg for mercy?"

Even if you beg for mercy now, I still won't let you off so easily!

Hmm... if you're sincere enough, I might consider it.

Theresa shook her head, ignoring the joke. Her gaze was lowered, fixed on their clasped hands, her voice soft yet filled with clear emotion:
Thank you for being my friend.

"Without you, my life in Elda would probably be even more lonely."

She meant what she said.

When she first arrived in Elda, she had just escaped a nightmarish experience, was all alone, and was filled with anxiety and uncertainty about the future.

It was Yunier, this seemingly eccentric but enthusiastic chosen girl, who took the initiative to approach her, show her around the territory, introduce her to others, and dispel her loneliness in various ways.

If Yunier hadn't come to him, he might have been able to strike up a conversation with the other members of Elda, but it would have definitely taken much longer.

Although it was Lord Herbert who brought her here, it was Yunier who helped her integrate into Elda.

This is why Theresa's gratitude towards Eunice was genuine and deeply moving.

She moved her lips, wanting to say something more to express her gratitude. However, just as she was gathering her words—she heard a soft, suppressed laugh.

puff.

"Ok?"

Theresa raised her eyes in bewilderment, looking at Yunier who had suddenly burst out laughing, her eyes filled with confusion.

I was saying something very serious and touching, what are you laughing at?
"Why are you looking at me like that? Theresa, you silly child! What are you talking about?"

Yunier shook her head, her smile unchanged, but her eyes lowered slightly, cleverly concealing the complex emotions that flashed through them—a mixture of relief, emotion, and a hint of melancholy.

Her voice softened: "I should be thanking you. Thank you for being willing to be my friend."

She is a chosen one of the gods, a vessel embodying the will of the gods, equivalent to their physical body in the mortal realm.

In the church, almost all believers respected her as a supreme deity, and no one ever cared about the feelings of her vessel.

This identity brought her not only power and respect, but also an invisible barrier.

The church members held her in high esteem, regarding her as a sacred symbol, but few truly regarded her as "Eunice," an ordinary young girl.

That pervasive respect is also a series of cold walls.

Everyone respected her immensely, yet remained incredibly distant from her.

Believers pursue the gods, yet they are in awe of their greatness, daring not to look directly at them, or even to look at them as equals.

Eunil is cheerful and can make friends with everyone, but she is always lonely.

But Teresa was different.

Her initial estrangement from me was simply due to her shy nature, not because of her status as a chosen one of the gods.

In Teresa's eyes, she was first and foremost "Eunice," and only then did she become anything else.

Why should they thank each other?
Isn't it fate that these two people could eventually become close friends?
Or should we thank fate for what it has to offer?

No, rather than thanking that vague and uncertain fate...

The two women glanced up furtively, as if by unspoken agreement. Eunice's gaze, like Teresa's, fell once again quietly on the face of the sleeping man between them.

Perhaps we should thank the man who truly led them to the same place.

His brows had relaxed, but his face showed a hint of fatigue, indicating that he hadn't had a very relaxing dream.

"Lord Herbert seems very tired," Theresa said softly, her voice tinged with concern.

Although she didn't know exactly what Herbert had done, it was clearly to save her.

"Ah."

Yunier nodded, her voice softening further: "He said he would bring you out of the dream, he must have gone to great lengths." She paused, then gestured to Theresa with her eyes, and said softly, "Let's stop talking and let him get some sleep."

Theresa gave a soft "hmm" and said nothing more.

She and Eunice forgot to let go, still holding hands, quietly leaning against Herbert's chest, feeling his steady heartbeat and warm breath.

They nestled quietly beside Herbert, one on each side, like two small animals that had found a sanctuary.

Theresa could clearly feel the steady rise and fall of Herbert's chest and hear his strong heartbeat, a sound that strangely soothed her.

The room fell into true silence.

The light coming in from the window seemed to have become much softer.

At this moment, there is no sorrowful farewell like in a dream, no danger lurking in reality, only the warmth from my palm and the companionship of those around me.

A strong sense of fatigue belatedly washed over her, and Teresa's eyelids grew heavy. She slowly closed her eyes, but when no one was watching, a subtle yet genuine smile gently curved her lips.

She knew that as long as Herbert and Eunice were by her side, she could face any difficulties that lay ahead with courage.

Even though her mother can no longer be by her side, she can carry on with the love and blessings her mother gave her.

……

"Um……"

Soon after, Herbert emerged from the dream, his consciousness returned to his body, and he finally woke up slowly.

"Ok?"

Compared to the rather oblivious father and daughter, Herbert was much more perceptive, noticing his own situation in an instant.

Is his body bound?

Who couldn't hold back and attacked me in broad daylight?
He blinked quickly to adjust his vision to the light and focus rapidly, then looked down to examine the scene.

The sight that came into view stunned him instantly—Theresa and Eunice were nestled on either side of him, their cheeks pressed against his arms or chest, fast asleep.

Even more striking was Teresa's snake tail, covered in fine scales, loosely yet possessively wrapped around his waist, its tip unconsciously twitching slightly.

Huh, what's going on here?
He blinked, looking at the guardians on his left and right, then at his own waist tightly wrapped by the snake's tail, his eyes blinking incessantly.

It wasn't the monster girl in the discipline center who went berserk, but rather she was pushed down by two girls?

However, although he wanted to continue enjoying the feeling of being embraced by the girl for a while longer, now was clearly not the right time.

"To avoid them feeling awkward when they wake up, let them sleep even more soundly."

Herbert pondered, his eyes lowered, drawing upon his newly acquired power.

With a thought, the girl, who was already asleep, instantly fell into a deeper dream, and her expression became even more relaxed.

Herbert easily broke free from their restraints, swaggered to his feet, and admired the two girls' sleeping faces.

Dream.

This is "Tranquility's" specialty, and also the authority of the entire divine dream realm.

After Nenasha reclaimed this authority, Herbert, as a "half-god," also gained the corresponding power.

"What a terrifying ability! It's even more useful than the Sleeping Tea. Next time I encounter danger, I can just put the other person to sleep."

Herbert sighed, looking utterly invincible.

He can sleep wherever you point; it's practically cheating.

As a result, Nenasha jumped out, rudely interrupting Herbert's fantasy, and snorted dangerously:

"Heh, give up. This ability can only be used here! Once we leave the Misty Mountains, it won't work!"

Because of the inconsiderate and unromantic behavior of a certain white-haired paladin, Miss Harmony, who deliberately created a tail, is now quite unhappy.

God's eyes are eyes!

You're a complete beast for coming up with something like that!

You damned blasphemer, go kneel in the confessional and repent properly!

Herbert, however, remained calm, pretending not to notice Nenasa's dissatisfaction, and replied, "Oh, of course I know that, but even if it can only be used here, it's already exaggerated enough."

"If I were to go all out, virtually no one could withstand it. But if it were you, you could probably only hold your own against someone of the same level. You could only bully those weaker than you."

Herbert nodded, seemingly lost in thought, and said, "So that means that legendary items only work on high-level items, while epic items can work on legendary items?"

"Hmm, are you very disappointed now?"

"That's... enough."

Herbert didn't see it as an unacceptable flaw at all.

If all you can do is beat noobs, then just keep beating noobs, right?
Hehe, I love stomping noobs the most!
After quietly leaving the cabin, Herbert, with a clear goal in mind, strolled leisurely toward a corner of Elda.

As they walked, he casually said to Nena, "Alright, we're all back now. It's about time you handed her soul over to me, isn't it?"

"What soul? I don't know what you're talking about."

Nenasha's acting skills were clearly superior to those two innocent girls; she remained unmoved and directly questioned Herbert.

His acting was so natural that there wasn't a single flaw.

If it weren't Herbert, who knew Him best in the world, anyone else would have been fooled by her reaction.

"Alright, stop pretending. I know you've kept Mother Teresa's soul. Give it to me."

Herbert ignored Nenasha's reaction and said leisurely, "If your dignity as an evil god makes you unable to find a reason to save her for no reason, then let me do it. Consider it as you satisfying my whims."

【“…”】

Nenasha wanted to keep being stubborn for a while, but Herbert gave her an easy way out that she couldn't refuse.

It's not about helping her, it's about helping me.

There's no reason not to help her, but you can help me, right?
He secretly scoffed, thinking Herbert was such a meddlesome fellow.

They said they didn't care about other people's lives or deaths, but what happened?

We have to manage things in the dark regions, things involving beastmen, things in the North, and everything else.

Now, I have to take care of a woman I've never met, and I also have to look after this troublesome guy myself.

Tsk.

You deserve to be bothered by so many monster girls!

Since Herbert had already considered her feelings, Nenasha didn't intend to continue arguing. She snorted and said, "...Well, here you go. I really can't resist you."

A dull, lifeless soul crystal flew out from the shadows beneath his feet and landed steadily in Herbert's palm.

Herbert sensed Nenasha's careful movements, smiled to himself, and without making any jokes, headed to the Pool of Heroes with the Soul Crystal.

Although the Heroic Spirit Pool has been running smoothly since its repair, Herbert rarely uses it. There is no shortage of manpower at present, so it is mostly used as a machine that continuously produces water for the Heroic Spirit Pool.

Although she knew in her heart that the Heroic Spirit Pool was the key to Teresa's mother's recovery, Herbert still hesitated slightly due to the side effects of the Heroic Spirit Pool water.

"But will this really work? Won't it cause her to lose her memory?"

If in the end all we can save is a brand new soul that remembers nothing, then it seems better not to save it at all.

"...I have a way."

At this point, Nenasha stopped being stubborn and proactively said, "I can make the effects of the Heroic Spirit Pool water disappear, only repairing her soul deficiencies and allowing her to remain in a state of slumber."

"After that, we just need to use a legendary-level soul to replenish the required soul energy."

Theresa's mother was merely a remnant soul, and in principle, she could not be restored.

But in the Kingdom of God, the divine is the highest principle.

If Nenasha says she can recover, then she can recover.

After hearing Nenasha's plan, Herbert nodded slightly and remarked, "You really are a soft-hearted god."

【"snort."】

The self-proclaimed evil goddess snorted to express her cruel and ruthless stance as an evil deity.

But no matter how Herbert listened, he could detect a hint of pleasure in that soft hum.

I suppose it was just my imagination.

After all, He is an "evil god".

Under Nenasha's guidance, Herbert placed the Soul Crystal in the Heroic Spirit Pool, waiting for it to absorb enough energy.

While waiting, Herbert suddenly heard a slight tremor coming from the Eldar Center.

thump—

Ok?
earthquake?
Herbert hesitated for a moment, then frowned sharply, quickly realizing something was wrong.

Wait, where am I? How could there be an earthquake here?

He quickly transferred his senses to Elda, and surprisingly, he soon found the source of the fluctuation.

Then, he saw something quite unbelievable.

"Um???"

He found……

On the land in the center of Eldar, two figures, one in red and one in white, huddled together.

Valentina was arm wrestling with a snow-white squirrel with a serious expression.

"Hmm hmm hmm hmm—"

"Huha~"

Miss Hungry Dragon had a serious expression, radiating an aura of giving it her all.

The demigod squirrel, on the other hand, was relaxed and carefree, even humming a song.

Looking at the human-shaped crater on the ground next to Valentina and the mud on her body, one can easily conjure up a comical scene.

This is probably the source of the earthquake.

but……

Herbert stared at the demigod squirrel that had appeared in Eldar, his mind filled with questions.

No, why are you here?!?
(End of this chapter)