Diary of the Improper Monster Girl Transformation.

Chapter 560 Small Things Are Cute Too (Seeking Votes at the Beginning of the Month!)
Just as Miss Poor was feeling uneasy, Herbert, who was about to offer praise with a smile, found his gaze involuntarily shifting downwards and landing on the eye-catching spectacle.

"……Um?"

Oh open!

Why didn't you tell me about something this big sooner?

If you had told me earlier, I would have been much nicer.

Herbert felt his smile unconsciously become warmer, and his attitude improved by half a degree without him even realizing it.

no way.

He shrugged helplessly to himself, expressing his frustration at his somewhat "superficial" reaction.

It's not his fault, it's just that it was too big.

You can't avoid watching it even if you want to.

Their enormous size itself constitutes a powerful force field, a visual "absolute territory," full of unparalleled impact.

Like two black holes emitting a soft glow, they forcefully attract, distort, and capture all surrounding vision—or perhaps "white holes" would be a more accurate description?
The colossal object came into view, and the massive data stream it carried successfully seized a portion of the brain's processing capacity, causing Herbert's thinking to experience a momentary overload and sluggishness.

This brief "cognitive shock" was so significant that even his subconscious aggression and wariness decreased considerably as a result.
As the saying goes, big is justice.

She's so righteous, how could she be a bad person?
Ta-da! Herbert has entered "friendly" mode!
As Herbert nodded, appreciating this gift of hell with the pure appreciation of art, he heard a chilling whisper, like a dagger slicing through the air.

"Hey."

The voice contained a clearly discernible displeasure and a sense of offended anger; though low in volume, it was extremely penetrating.

"What are you looking at? Are you being impolite?"

He turned his head and saw Kretty pouting her red lips, her pale arms tightly wrapped around her chest, and giving him a critical look.

Unbeknownst to her, this action inadvertently highlighted certain assets she might not want to be compared to at this moment.

Huh?
Why are you looking at me with that kind of judgmental gaze?

Have I done something so terrible that it would incur the wrath of heaven and man?
I didn't do anything...

If I had to put it bluntly, all I did was make some necessary observations based on objective reality.

It's just scientific analysis.

Herbert tilted his head in confusion, a smile that made it impossible to be angry with him playing on his lips. He winked at her and asked, "What's wrong? Is there something you want to say?"

?

You're still asking me?

Kretty couldn't help but roll her eyes at Herbert.

Are you pretending to be stupid again?
You've used this trick so many times it's worn out!
"Ah!"

She sneered, turned her head away, turned the back of her head to Herbert, closed her eyes tightly, and her long eyelashes trembled slightly with anger.

I simply couldn't be bothered with this shameless paladin who knew the answer to his question.

Let's just ignore this guy.

No matter what he says, I'm not going to talk to him today!
No matter what kind of conversation he had with that unlucky guy, I'm not helping him anymore!
no way!

I swear on the dignity of the devil!
no sooner said than done!

"Hmm? Oh, I see."

Seeing her shoulders trembling slightly with anger, as if she had suffered a great injustice, Herbert seemed to understand, and a knowing look appeared on his face.

He smiled and kindly comforted her, "It's okay, Kreti, don't be sad. Small ones are cute too, and I like them just the same."

As he spoke, Herbert's gaze even lingered briefly on her chest, as if confirming his own aesthetic sense, before he nodded vigorously.

Hmm, not bad.

"Ok?"

Small one?
Who?
...Me?
Kretty, who was prepared to ignore whatever Herbert said, couldn't help herself and immediately opened her eyes, looking over in shock.

"Um???"

Tolerable or unbearable!
You can say I'm bad, that I can't beat that damn demon, but you can't ignore the facts and say I'm small!
That's slander!
"Herbert!"

Kretty's beautiful eyes widened as she glared fiercely at Herbert, gritting her teeth as she said, "Explain yourself clearly! Where exactly am I small?!"

Logically speaking, she's not young at all.

Whether judged by human or devilish standards, she is definitely "quite qualified".

If we're going to sort them, the smallest one will never be hers.

The truly small one is someone else.

And right here... cough.

The problem is that size is a relative concept here.

Kreti also subconsciously and quickly glanced at Sami's magnificent, albeit "unconventional," silhouette, and a sense of powerlessness welled up in her heart.

Compared to Flora's barren land, she is like a towering hill, rich in resources and something to be proud of.

However, compared to the exceptionally magnificent Sami Mountains, it inevitably falls somewhat short...

But so what if it's not as big as hers?
Kreti screamed angrily in her heart.

Does that mean a woman's value lies solely in those two useless piles of flesh that only add to her burden and disrupt her balance in battle?!

Chilling!
If Herbert couldn't give her a reasonable explanation, she was determined to make a scene today and have a serious argument with him.

"Hmm, you asked me what's small about you?"

Herbert blinked at the enraged Kretty, looked her up and down, and said uncertainly, "...Lumbo?"

He even tilted his head slightly, as if to see if the answer would quell her anger.

?

"Hey!!!"

Isn't this even more outrageous?

This has evolved from physical insult to personal insult!
This is too much!

Enraged, Kreti was about to pounce on Herbert and deliver a heavy punch, but just as she was about to strike, she remembered that there was another member of her clan present as a spectator.

"...Tsk! I'll let you off this time!"

She forcibly suppressed her boiling anger, squeezed out the words of compromise through gritted teeth, glared at Herbert again, then angrily put away her fists and turned to walk into the depths of the bronze fortress.

With outsiders present, she felt she needed to maintain a certain image in front of them, especially since the other party was a fellow devil from hell.

Secondly, she might not actually be able to beat Herbert... but that's not important, well, not important at all.

"Hmph, I don't care about you... Ah!"

As soon as Kreti turned around, Herbert grabbed her wrist. Before she could shake him off, he gently pulled her, causing her to lose her balance and be pulled into his arms.

"You! Let me go!"

Kreti was shocked, her cheeks instantly flushed red, whether from anger or embarrassment, she gritted her teeth and tried to break free, but Herbert pressed her down with his large hand around her waist, and she went limp.

Then, Herbert's soft laughter reached her ears: "Where are you going? If you leave now, won't I be left alone to face her?" Although Herbert couldn't use his full strength yet, his physical power hadn't disappeared, completely overwhelming Kreti in this respect.

In close combat alone, few of his monster girls could beat him.

Even without access to holy power, he remains an insurmountable mountain for many legends when it comes to actual combat.

But at this moment, Herbert still held onto Kretie, smilingly "pleading," "I'm not feeling well right now, what if something happens to me? You should stay and protect me, okay?"

His tone even carried a touch of just the right amount of endearing vulnerability, even though his arm around Kreti's waist was as steady as a rock, showing no sign of being "out of sorts".

Kreti wanted to roll her eyes again when she heard this.

She threatened you?

Can a descending spirit avatar harm you here?
What a joke!

However, regardless of how much truth or falsehood Herbert had in his words, he did offer a way out.

Don't go, stay with me, it's like doing me a favor.

This excuse is absolutely terrible, but... it sounds strangely plausible.

Kreti didn't want to leave either. Her deep-seated curiosity and desire to explore her own kind were still stirring within her. She wanted to see what kind of guy this unlucky fellow really was.

"...Hmph, you better be!"

She snorted, angrily closed her eyes, and once again adopted the "out of sight, out of mind" attitude.

This time, however, it seems more like a tacit agreement or compromise.

Although he stopped opening his eyes, he didn't mention leaving again.

She didn't even think about leaving Herbert's embrace.

I don't know if I forgot or if I simply didn't want to.

In response, Herbert decided to be considerate and not ask too many questions.

He simply adjusted the position of his arm to make her more comfortable, and then turned his attention back to the real protagonist of the day.

"..."

Sami, standing to the side, watched for a long time without daring to say a word, and even consciously suppressed his aura.

Watching this little skit that seemed to be about flirting and banter, Sami felt his worldview being shaken.

She felt that the god-slayer before her was quite different from the terrifying being she had imagined, as well as the legendary paragon of paladins.

He wasn't scary at all; he didn't have that chilling aura about him. He had a gentle smile, excellent looks, and proper manners, just like an ordinary nobleman's young man.

Moreover, he was the kind of aristocratic young man who was a bit unreliable, liked to tease his female companions, and was very good at making people happy.

Moreover, he doesn't quite resemble the ordinary paladin in the eyes of the world.

At least in her memory and in the knowledge inherited from her bloodline, she had never heard of, nor imagined, any paladin who would be so intimate with the devil, to the point of hugging and joking with him.

This completely overturned her understanding of clergy.

Does he seem unserious in private?

But Sami quickly realized the problem.

I was wrong.

The god-slayer before her did indeed have a gentle side, but... that side was not meant for her, a stranger.

The moment the god-slayer before her raised his gray eyes and finally met her gaze, she felt an extremely terrifying pressure.

A faint, almost imperceptible warning, like a cold, venomous snake, crept silently up her spine.

Judging from his rank, he seemed to be at the same legendary level as himself, but Sami knew that was just a facade, like an endless abyss hidden beneath a calm sea.

But no matter how friendly the godkiller may seem, no matter how warm and kind he may appear, it will not change his true nature.

This is a terrifying being capable of killing gods.

Sami could almost see that beneath that gentle exterior lay endless mountains of corpses and seas of blood, a shattered divine kingdom and a law of wailing.

That pure killing intent and unquestionable determination to fight and ultimately kill the gods, like a blood-red cloak forged from divine blood and resentment, was invisibly draped over his body.

Even without actually facing it, that terrifying aura gave Sami goosebumps all over his body in Hell.

He commands respect without anger.

Those seemingly warm gray eyes held only tranquility deep within, like a deep lake without the slightest ripple.

There seemed to be appreciation in his eyes, but upon closer inspection, one could see the indifference within, as if he were looking at a beautiful but lifeless statue.

Her will, her fear, meant nothing to him.

If it were just this indifference, Sami could tolerate it, and might even feel relieved, thinking that he wasn't being targeted.

But just as she was about to relax, a black streak appeared in the corner of her eye.

At first, it was just an extremely fine wisp, almost like an illusion of light.

But the next second, the blackness suddenly spread, turning into a darkness that devoured everything!

!!!

In a daze, Sami saw a vast darkness spreading out from beneath the feet of the Godslayer, like frenzied tentacles that filled her entire field of vision.

In the darkness, it seemed as if a terrifying being cast a casual glance at her.

Soon, her vision returned, and all the darkness before her vanished without a trace, as if it had never existed and was merely her illusion.

But at this moment, the instinct for survival screamed wildly in her heart, urging her to destroy this soul avatar as soon as possible.

Sami had initially overestimated how terrible Herbert was, but in the end he realized he had underestimated him.

She felt as if she were looking directly at a god through Herbert!
She had once gazed from afar at the King of Hell's incarnation walking through Hell, and felt that terror... even more than that!

terrible.

Absolutely terrifying!
While Sami was filled with fear, Herbert gave her a strange look and muttered to himself.

"Why is this guy so timid?"

Seeing Sami trembling, his thighs clenched together, and his eyes almost welling up with tears, he blinked in utter confusion.

I haven't bullied her yet, have I?

How come she couldn't go on her own first?

I haven't even put in any effort yet, and you've already collapsed.

"I'm not some kind of devil, why is she so scared? Wait... no, she's the devil!"

Family, the devil is so scared he almost peed his pants when he saw me... Who would believe that if I told them?

Herbert's lips twitched, making his expression more friendly, and he asked softly, "Ahem, there's nothing really wrong with asking you to come here, so don't be too nervous."

"Don't be afraid, I just have a few questions I'd like you to answer."

He looked at Sammy, slowed his tone, and said gently, "【Summoner Finn】, does this name ring a bell?"

(End of this chapter)