Diary of the Improper Monster Girl Transformation

Lightless prison.

Sifani looked at the boy who had been staring at the eye-stalker in the jar for a long time, knocked on the table, and coughed lightly:

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"Sir Herbert, I've probably got the result about the letter you gave me. Do you want to listen?"

"Huh? Oh, okay."

After coming back to his senses, Herbert put down the jar and nodded at the beholder inside, which also moved its eyelids in response.

Herbert: See you next time.

Eyesore: Let’s play again~

The eye stalk that has been specially inactivated many times will naturally not be conscious, but Herbert always feels that it should still have the most basic reactions remaining.

Is this a new will born from flesh and blood?

Ever since he mastered the taboo flesh-and-blood knowledge, Herbert no longer felt that Svanie's research here was intrusive.

Of course, it's still disgusting, but it's just not as resistant to disgust as I felt before.

The madness and depravity are only superficial, the essence here is still the exploration of knowledge.

"Although you entrusted me with decryption, this is not what I am good at, so it took a little longer to review the information."

More than a week has passed since Herbert asked for help that day, and Sifani finally got the answer.

Sifani spread the letter in front of Herbert and lightly moved her palm across it. The words on the paper appeared in the air and began to be automatically arranged and combined.

"I used thirteen traditional decryption methods, and then compared the decryption habits of some local folk customs, and finally changed to eight magical decryption methods."

The text is constantly changing and combining with Sivanni's calm words, and there are some paradoxical sentences in the middle, but they are all more or less inconsistent.

Herbert narrowed his eyes after seeing this, and he already had a vague idea of ​​the answer in his mind.

Sure enough, after everything calmed down and fell back on the letter paper, Svanie looked at him and spoke softly:

"The conclusion that I can draw from my current deduction is that there is no encryption in this letter."

There are no secrets in the letter.

The silent Herbert shook his head, sighed softly, and said lightly: "Is it really so..."

Regarding this result, Herbert was calm and not surprised at all.

Rather, it would be weird if there really was a secret in the letter, wouldn't it?

Grand Duke Silver Wing would not expect a young man who had never been exposed to decryption before to think this way, nor would he expect him to successfully find a decryption master to help decipher it after receiving the letter.

This is unrealistic.

But it is precisely because this possibility is unrealistic that it gives people expectations and makes them want to try to chase it.

I hope that this very small possibility really exists, that there will be such secrets waiting for you to discover...

Are you disappointed now?

Feeling the ups and downs of his emotions, Herbert shook his head and couldn't help laughing.

"hehe."

After finishing her conclusion, Sifani had been silently observing the expression on Herbert's face, and secretly raised her eyebrows after seeing him calm down so quickly.

The relationship between father and son may be a little different from what she guessed.

Although Herbert showed that he did not have a harmonious relationship with his father, judging from his performance, Svanie was suspicious of this.

If Herbert really didn't care at all, he wouldn't have gone out of his way to find her, hoping to find some clues from here.

But now, he can quickly regain his composure...Does he really not care?

She thought quickly in her mind and decided to change her plan slightly.

"Ahem."

Sifani coughed lightly and said slowly: "In addition to this conclusion, I have a more personal idea here. Do you want to listen to it?"

"...Please tell me."

"Your father may have known that the letter would be seen by others."

Herbert frowned.

Sifani pushed the letter in front of Herbert and said: "The words in this letter are rigid and extremely standard. There is no personal emotion mixed in the text. It is completely a standard formulaic reply."

"This doesn't seem to be a problem, but...is this really normal?"

She observed Herbert's reaction and continued:

"Dark elves don't have the kind of parent-child relationship that humans do, and I don't have anyone I can call my father...but I think this may not be his intention."

"It is precisely because he knows that he is being monitored that he can only try to protect you in this way, and does not want others to think that he still cares about you."

"I think he must be in love with you."

After Sifanie finished speaking, the room fell into dead silence.

Herbert blinked, looked at the expressionless dark elf with a strange look, and said unexpectedly: "Svanie, this is not something you can say."

What love, love, is not what a taboo scholar like you, who has no blood or tears, should say.

"Why can't I say it?"

Sifanni's indifferent expression remained unchanged and she asked: "In your eyes, am I such a cold-blooded and ruthless person?"

"Maybe I thought wrong."

Herbert shook his head and did not delve into this issue. He had no intention of discussing it with Sifanie. He directly skipped the topic and said:

"Thank you for your help this time. In return, what do you want me to do for you?"

Courtesy reciprocates, you come and I go.

Seeking help blindly will only consume each other's friendship. Helping each other is the essence of interpersonal communication.

Even if the value of the two may not be equal.

Sifannie said directly without false politeness: "I do have one thing I hope you can promise me."

"When my family comes here and you are ready to kill them, can you..."

She paused, looked up at Herbert's eyes, an inexplicable look flashed in her eyes, and the corners of her cold mouth slightly curled up.

Sifannie smiled coldly.

She said:

"Let me do it myself."

Cold-blooded?

She is indeed.

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Lava Hell.

Kreti looked at the petite figure soaking in the lava pool boredly, and sighed a little bored.

"How long are you going to sleep..."

When she was awake, she disliked her noise, but when she was quiet, she actually missed her a little.

"Tsk!"

Kreti, who came back to her senses, tsk, shook her head vigorously, and patted her cheek.

No, no, no... Kreti, you are a devil!

Wake up!

How can you miss a devil! ! ?

It's so blasphemous!

If you continue to degenerate like this, you will go to heaven in the future! ! !

Just as she repeatedly warned herself not to let her imagination run wild, a strange sound came from the lava pool.

Crack.

The devil was stunned, then quickly laughed disdainfully, walked to the edge of the fortress, and looked at the devil girl who slowly sat up underground.

"Heh! You finally woke up, making me wait for so long..."

And the response to her.

was a fist-sized lava ball.

Pop!

"Flora! !?"