Diary of the Improper Monster Girl Transformation.

Chapter 562 I Object!!! (4.3K views, please vote at the beginning of the month!)
Before Herbert could react to Sami's sudden, almost self-offering request to be his bedmate... no, to be his servant, a sharp, somewhat exasperated female voice suddenly rang out.

"No !!!!"

The sharp, urgent shout, carrying an undeniable resolve, instantly shattered the slightly delicate atmosphere in front of the altar.

Herbert and Sammy turned their heads at the same time and saw that Kreti, who had been dozing with her eyes closed in Herbert's arms, had opened her eyes at some point.

"you!"

Kreti was staring at Sammy with a look that was a mixture of shock, anger, and a hint of barely perceptible panic.

How dare you?

I'm still here!

She even subconsciously broke free from Herbert's embrace, her posture shifting from a languid lean to a wary forward lean, like a cat whose territory had been invaded.

"what?"

Sami was stunned by this sudden opposition, staring blankly at her fellow tribeswoman, not understanding why she was reacting so strongly.

Although his request was somewhat presumptuous, he was not lacking in strength, and a legendary peak assassin was certainly worth recruiting.

In Sami's view, it is only natural to seek protection from the strong, especially in a place like hell.

Moreover, this Godslayer seems to be... well, a little bit lenient with me?

Why such a strong reaction from someone of the same clan?

Herbert, standing to the side, smiled knowingly as he observed the tense atmosphere.

"Heh, I told you not to pretend to be an expert and say anything, now you're getting impatient, aren't you?"

He looked with interest at Kretie's puffed-up face, raised an eyebrow, and asked in a deliberately questioning tone:

"Huh? What do you mean no? Kreti, are you against it?"

Is there a particular reason?

He certainly understood Kretty's little scheme.

This arrogant devilish lady probably developed a subtle possessiveness based on "first come, first served," or more accurately, a sense of crisis: "I haven't officially taken my place yet, how dare you cut in line?"

It's nothing, it's normal, it's just human nature.

But the question is—in what capacity do you intend to say this?

Is it as a prisoner in a cage? Or as a close friend? Or in some other capacity?
"Reason? Reason?"

Clayti was taken aback by the question. Coming back to her senses from her excitement, she realized the awkwardness of her situation and her eyes darted around.

Oops!

Why couldn't I control myself?

Her cheeks flushed slightly, but seeing Herbert's amused gaze, she gritted her teeth and stubbornly said, "There's no reason! No means no!"

"You...you, a paladin, casually taking a demon of unknown origin as your servant, what kind of behavior is that! If word gets out, do you even care about your reputation!"

This reason sounds high-sounding and full of consideration for Herbert.

"Oh, reputation..."

Herbert suppressed a laugh and nodded seriously: "Hmm, what you said makes some sense. If people find out, it would indeed have a bad impact."

"The rumor that a clergyman is secretly a fallen man who colludes with the devil is certainly not a pleasant one."

He shook his head with a sigh, then suddenly changed the subject and laughed, "But... as long as no one knows, isn't that enough?"

This explanation left Kretty speechless.

……really.

As long as it's not discovered, then there won't be any problems, right?

Upon hearing Kretie's objection, Sami hurriedly explained to Herbert, "I... I can sign the most stringent soul contract! I guarantee I will not reveal any information about the Godslayer, nor will I do anything that would damage your reputation!"

"I am very useful! I am willing to fight for you!"

"I am an assassin, skilled in stealth, reconnaissance, assassination, and theft... Although there are occasional mishaps, my overall success rate is still very high!"

Sami was anxious to prove his worth and was thinking about how to do so.

But the fact that she was able to stand here healthy, unharmed, and with all her limbs intact despite such terrible luck is the best proof of that.

"And, and I'm unlucky, I might be used to draw fire at times..."

Her voice grew softer and softer as she spoke, and her final words, "draw fire," were filled with despair, but the longing in her eyes remained undiminished.

"..."

Kretty pursed her lips, looking at Sammy's humble yet persistent appearance, especially his assets that she considered too "outstanding," and the nameless fire in her heart burned even brighter.

She simply couldn't believe that her own kind was such a kind soul.

Everyone is a devil; who doesn't know what kind of people they know?
Why are you pretending to be a naive innocent here?
She glared at Herbert and found that he was still watching the show with a smug grin, looking like he was saying, "You guys go on, I'm listening."

"Tsk, it just won't work!"

Unable to find a more compelling reason, Kreti resorted to shamelessness, stomping her foot forcefully.

"Kreteya~"

Herbert's voice carried a hint of mockery. He took a step forward, drew closer, looked down at her shifting eyes, and asked:
"You have to give me a reason that can convince me, like... why are you so concerned about whether I take in another devil?"

His gaze seemed to pierce through one's heart, and Kreti felt that her thoughts were almost completely exposed—this guy was doing it on purpose, determined to bully people!
She opened her mouth, and excuses like "She's unlucky!" and "I'm afraid she'll hurt you!" swirled on her tongue, but she couldn't bring herself to say them.

Kretty knew that those were just superficial reasons.

The real reason, the thought of "I don't like it," "I don't want to," and "I was here first," burned like a fire in her heart, but was suppressed by her damned pride and could not be uttered.

Speak up, you idiot!
"me……"

She stammered, her eyes darting around, refusing to look Herbert in the eye, her cheeks flushed red as if they were about to bleed.

She could feel the questioning gaze from Sammy and the mischievous look in Herbert's eyes, which made her even more embarrassed.

Just as she was about to lose because of her stubbornness, an impulse to give up suddenly seized Kretty's mind.

Are we just going to run away like this again?

That damned demon has already beaten me to it. Don't I even have that much courage?

Besides, it's not like we haven't done it before!
never mind!

do not care!
Just when Herbert thought that Kretty was about to run away in anger again, she suddenly moved.

She turned her head sharply, no longer avoiding Herbert's gaze; her alluring eyes now burned with a resolute determination and shameful anger.

"You're always like this!"

She muttered angrily, then grabbed Herbert's shirt by the front and pulled it down forcefully—

Under Herbert's slightly surprised gaze and Sami's bewildered stare, Kreti stood on tiptoe, tilted her head back, and pressed her red lips firmly onto Herbert's lips!

"Well?!"

This was a kiss that was clearly driven by spite, completely lacking in skill, and even somewhat clumsy.

More accurately, it was less of a kiss and more of a "stamp" to declare ownership.

Their lips touched, carrying the devil's unique coolness and a faint, almost imperceptible fragrance, like a midnight orchid.

Time seemed to stand still around the summoning ritual.

The pervasive sulfurous stench of the lava hell seemed to have faded, leaving only this abrupt and intense kiss. Kretie's heart pounded wildly in her chest; she could almost hear the rush of her own blood.

Boom!Boom!Boom!
Her eyes were closed, her long eyelashes trembled violently, and her knuckles turned white from gripping Herbert's clothes so tightly.

Instantly separate.

"what……"

Kreti recoiled as if burned, panting, her cheeks flushed, her eyes still tinged with lingering panic and feigned composure.

She dared not look at Herbert, but immediately turned to Sami, who was completely petrified, and tried her best to adopt a proud, victorious posture.

She slightly raised her chin, her proud gaze conveying a clear message—"See? He's mine! Don't even think about touching him!"

She expected to see shock, disappointment, or dejection on Sami's face.

however……

Sami blinked her large eyes, which were covered with heavy dark circles, and her confusion deepened.

W-what do you mean?
The unlucky fellow glanced at his fellow clansmen, who were blushing and trying to remain calm, and then at Herbert, whose expression was subtle and whose lips seemed to still hold a hint of a smile. He tilted his head.

What does she mean by that?
What should I do?
Wait, should I react?

I……

Sami thought about it and realized that it wouldn't be right to do nothing.

So, on a whim, she inexplicably raised her hand and clapped her hands cautiously, completely bewildered.

popping.

Uh, shall we give you a round of applause?
The air froze again.

Kretty's "assertion of sovereignty" expression froze completely, like a crack appearing on the surface of a fine porcelain piece.

She felt that her punch, delivered with all her might, had not only missed its target but had instead struck a soft, fluffy ball of cotton. The feeling of exerting too much force but finding no leverage made her almost choke.

"you--"

Her eyes widened as she pointed at her fellow clansmen who were clapping in disbelief, feeling as if she had suffered an unprecedented, epic insult.

No!

Why the hell are you clapping?!
Are you deliberately picking a fight?!

Sami, seeing Kreti pointing at him and gesturing vigorously, assumed she was indicating that he wasn't drumming hard enough, so he drummed even more enthusiastically.

Clap clap clap!

Herbert, who had been standing idly by, watched this comical scene and finally couldn't help but chuckle softly.

"Pfft! Cough cough, um."

He raised his hand and touched his lips, where the cool, soft touch and Miss Devil's clumsy yet adorable anger seemed to linger.

Then, they laughed even louder.

"Haha...hahahaha!"

He laughed louder and louder, his shoulders shaking slightly.

Seeing that Sami's confusion didn't seem feigned, Kreti vaguely guessed what was going on. Her face turned from red to green, then back to red, filled with shame and indignation. She wished she could disappear into a crack in the ground.

Is this guy really that naive?

"Herbert! Shut up! You're not allowed to laugh!"

She turned around and saw Herbert's happy smile. She glared at him fiercely, then stared at Sami, who looked completely innocent and had no idea what her "feat" meant. She felt a surge of heat rush to her head.

"You! You all... Humph!"

Kreti trembled with rage, and finally all her emotions turned into a cold snort of shame and annoyance.

She glared at Sami with a look that said, "You're such an idiot!", then turned around abruptly and ran quickly into the depths of the fortress as if fleeing, her back view exuding a strong sense of grievance and dishevelment.

Return in defeat!

"Uh……"

Sami looked in the direction where Kreti had disappeared, even more confused. She glanced nervously at Herbert, who was still smiling, and didn't dare to speak for a moment.

She waited a while, and seeing that Herbert didn't seem to be chasing after her, she tentatively asked, "Your Excellency, Godslayer, did I...did I say something wrong? She seems very angry..."

"Haha, cough!"

Herbert finally managed to stop laughing, wiped away the tears that had welled up in his eyes, and waved his hand dismissively: "It's nothing, Kreti is just... well, she's not that fragile, she's just a little shy."

He glanced in the direction Kreti had left, a hint of a smile flashing in his gray eyes—this guy hadn't run away in one go at all; instead, he was hiding behind a corner in the corridor, ready to continue eavesdropping.

Kreti is not that fragile.

A vulnerable person is unlikely to periodically provoke others just to get a beating.

This devilish girl is actually quite adorable when she's being grumpy and sulky.

"Then let's..."

Sami carefully steered the conversation back on track, though after this commotion, she felt the hope of signing a master-servant contract was even more remote.

"Yes, it's time to get down to business."

Herbert withdrew his gaze and looked at Sami again, his smile fading slightly but still remaining gentle: "Let's leave the matter of the master-servant contract aside for now."

“Even if Kretty doesn’t object, I won’t agree.”

He reached out and helped Sami, who was kneeling on the ground, to his feet, and chuckled, "Don't forget, this is only our first meeting, isn't it?"

"You know the real me, but I don't know the real you. We're not familiar with each other, let alone trust each other."

Herbert was indeed very curious about the feel of that extraordinary scale, but he wasn't a fool who let his small head dominate his big head.

From the very beginning, he had no intention of easily accepting Sami, a "misfortune-ridden" devil, as his servant.

Faced with Sami's sudden, reckless attack, Kreti's annoyed interruption actually gave him a natural way out.

Although Sami had no real grudge against him and seemed to have a clean background, there was a possibility of recruiting him.

But don't forget, this is a demon that has survived for hundreds of years.

She may be unlucky and timid, but she is definitely not a clueless naive girl.

Herbert wasn't afraid of Sami's scheming and trickery; if they really went to play that game, it was hard to say who would be outmaneuvering whom.
Looking at the terrified and lost demon, a thought suddenly flashed through his mind—had she made a mistake and failed to realize her true value?

Sami should actually have a more important use than being sent out for direct combat, shouldn't he?

"..."

His gaze shifted slightly downwards, then he nodded silently.

Is that right? Yes, that's right.

So Herbert changed his tone and said, "I don't need you to fight. The enemies you can handle don't threaten me. It's more important for you to protect yourself."

"However, if you want my protection, it's not impossible, it just depends on whether you're willing to show your sincerity... Hmm?"

Herbert paused for a moment, then suddenly felt that something was not quite right.

Wait, something doesn't seem right?

What I just said...sounds a bit strange, doesn't it?

(End of this chapter)