Diary of the Improper Monster Girl Transformation

Crack, crack.

"You... don't think you can buy me off with just a few skewers of barbecue."

The same words, the same ambiguity.

But the difference is the tone of the words.

Valentina's words no longer have the previous toughness, only a little bit of dignity that makes people feel a little pity.

This is her and her last stubbornness.

How could a dignified dragon be tempted by barbecue and fall to such a state?

If it gets out, people will laugh at it.

No, absolutely impossible!

While thinking, she bit off the meat from the skewer with tears in her eyes and chewed it very elegantly.

With the lesson from the last time, she finally learned to chew slowly this time, intending to slowly enjoy this enjoyment on the tip of her tongue.

Herbert saw all this, but said nothing.

He did not make fun of her, nor did he take advantage of her to make some excessive demands.

It's not enough.

Indeed, as Valentina said, a small barbecue was not enough to make her proud dragon bow her head.

The chips are far from enough.

But so what?

Herbert had never intended to rely on this to make her bow her head and surrender from the beginning.

Did he want a false surrender?

No.

What he wanted was... a habit.

Herbert wanted Valentina to get used to his existence, to adapt to the transaction of providing her with food, and to make her feel that she was indispensable.

Even... it would be best if she could produce a withdrawal reaction!

Of course, it was still a long way from that point, and the relationship between the two needed to be cultivated continuously.

How to cultivate it?

This requires constant feeding and constant brushing of goodwill.

And in order to achieve this... he needs a reasonable reason.

So, while Valentina was chewing, Herbert once again made his request - stop swearing, and I will send you food.

"(Chewing, chewing, chewing), gulp, why do you insist that I stop swearing?" Valentina was puzzled, and didn't understand why he had to dwell on this point?

"First of all, I am a paladin, and such words make me feel a little uncomfortable."

"Secondly, although you are a prisoner and I am a warden, I hope we can be friends."

"And the basis of becoming friends is that two people can treat each other peacefully and equally, right?"

"Miss Valentina, don't you want to be friends with me?"

Herbert looked at Valentina seriously, his bright eyes full of sincerity, making her look away a little unnaturally.

"This is my only request, is it not okay?"

Friend?

Valentina was a little puzzled and even confused when she heard this word.

As a dragon, she has never had friends.

She was driven out of the dragon's nest by her mother when she was still a young dragon. She has been wandering all her life and has never built a nest or been with other dragons.

Occupy a territory, stay for a while, leave when she feels bored, and look for the next territory.

Valentina rarely communicates with others. Even if there are things that she has to communicate, she will hand them over to the human sorceress she "captured".

She has always believed that the strong are lonely.

Dragons don't need any companions.

No.

So, when the warlock was hunted and killed, why did she feel angry? Why did she want to destroy those guys and their families?

Was it because her dignity was challenged?

"...Ah."

During the long years in prison, Valentina thought a lot, but she never got the answer.

But at the moment when this young mortal made this unheard of request to her, she suddenly had a moment of enlightenment.

Friend... Did she regard that guy as a friend at that time?

She was silent for a while.

After a while of silence, Valentina came back from her memories and thoughts, and she looked deeply at Herbert.

Did he do it on purpose?

After looking at him for a while, she turned her head to the side and whispered with some lack of confidence: "...If it's just a friend, it's not impossible."

She didn't understand why she agreed.

Perhaps, she just wanted to rely on him to prove some doubts in her heart.

Herbert laughed after hearing the reply, then took out a piece of white paper from his arms with a smooth movement, and said sincerely: "Then you write a contract."

"Hmm...Hmm!?"

Valentina turned her head suddenly, stared at the mortal with wide eyes, intending to teach him a lesson--

Then, before she could get angry, her words were stuck, because she saw the faint smile on the corner of the boy's mouth.

Fooled!

"Haha, just a joke."

Herbert put away the blank white paper and winked at her playfully.

Then he took a step back, gently pressed his right hand on his chest, and gave a slight noble salute to the prisoner in the cell.

"Although I have already introduced myself the day before yesterday, please allow me to introduce myself to you again."

"Herbert Albert, the son of the Duke, is also a paladin who has taken the vow of purity and is the new warden of this prison."

"From now on, please feel free to call me Herbert. At the same time, I will also call you Valentina."

He took a step forward and knelt on one knee in front of the prisoner in the prison, and stretched out his right hand into the cage.

Valentina: "...Hmm?"

If Valentina wanted, she could break his arm in an instant, or even drag him to the railing and crush his head.

But Herbert still reached out to her without hesitation.

Miss Dragon, what will you do?

Is it to ruthlessly trample on my kindness and continue to be your caged dragon?

Or...try another possibility?

He looked into the dragon's eyes and whispered:

"Let's get along well!"

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"..."

After entering the second area, Herbert did not continue to move forward, but stood there silently with his head down.

After a long time, he slowly raised his head and exhaled a breath of turbid air from his lungs with some effort.

"Hu...He, hehe, haha!"

The bet was right.

The last handshake was not in the original plan, but his idea after a flash of inspiration at that moment.

It was a very risky attempt.

But he thought he could give it a try!

"Really, when did I become such a gambler?" Herbert sighed, feeling that he had changed a little.

In his previous life, he would never do such impulsive behavior.

Was it influenced by his experience in this life?

Although Herbert in this life was an aristocratic son who was not familiar with the world, he did not lack the will to make decisions at critical moments.

Not everyone can give up everything and join the monastery. To make such a decision, not only courage but also firm will are needed.

Unfortunately, it was still a little short.

"You are not cruel enough..."

Herbert sighed, turned his head and looked at the water ball in front of him, and met the beautiful eyes hidden in it.

He laughed, strode forward, and waved happily and shouted:

"Miss Freme, long time no see!"