Diary of the Improper Monster Girl Transformation

Herbert half-knelt on the rock and carefully held the mermaid's right foot.

At this moment, he would do something that seemed a bit offensive and frivolous to outsiders, not because of lust.

He himself doesn't have any special interest in Yuzu - although it's not that he doesn't like it, he is not that enthusiastic after all.

He would do this more out of emotion.

Freme made sacrifices and changes for herself.

If someone is willing to make a change for you, why wouldn't you be touched by that?

Of course, the premise is that you have a good impression of this person and feel that you approve of what the other person does and that it is not just wishful thinking.

Herbert gently held the weak and slender jade foot, using his fingertips to gently knead it to help it move.

He was not feeling the smooth touch, but trying to analyze the structure of the legs with flesh and blood knowledge.

As he expected, the legs were not entirely made of flesh and blood, but were instead made of a mixture of water elements and some other materials.

Underneath the tender skin, there are still some soft bones—by the way, can these be said to be fish bones?

But in fact, these legs are not just magic.

Strictly speaking, these legs are more like alchemical artifacts than magical creations.

She gave part of her flesh and blood and contained her will in it.

An alchemical prosthetic arm designed only for himself, based on his own flesh and blood.

A prosthetic limb that can change at will according to its own thoughts and can be manipulated exactly like an arm and fingers.

In addition to being amazed, Herbert was also somewhat silent.

So, what's the cost of all this?

Miracles and magic come with a price.

Herbert didn't know what part of Fleme's own flesh and blood was sacrificed in making it, but it must have come at a price.

Will she be like the Little Mermaid in the story, feeling like she's stepping on the edge of a knife with every step she takes?

He recalled the scene he had just seen. Although Freme's move was very funny, it was just due to lack of skill. There was no pain on her face.

Would that-...be a beautiful sound?

"Fremme, is your voice still there?"

Miss Mermaid:?

"Huh? Ah? It must still be there! Otherwise, how could I have been talking for a long time?"

She glanced at Herbert strangely, and suddenly felt a little unsure—did she hit his head with a wave just now?

Why did you suddenly ask such a strange question?

"You're really weird today."

"Is it weird? Hahaha, maybe."

Herbert was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and laughed, and said softly: "Since your voice has not disappeared——--Freme, I want to hear you sing."

The mermaid and the boy looked at each other quietly, then laughed softly.

That's exactly what he's here for.

The promise keeper who left and returned did not break the agreement with himself.

Since the boy kept his promise, she must also keep hers.

So, the mermaid nodded, plucked the strings, and asked:

"Okay, what song do you want to listen to?"

The young man tilted his head, then chuckled: "Since we are meeting again, let's choose a song about reunion."

But the mermaid shook her head at this time and said softly: "Is there only one song? Haha, compared to what I was waiting for before, how can one song be possible?"

She looked into the boy's light eyes and whispered softly, "During the time when you didn't come back, I thought of many songs about reunion."

The boy's eyes widened and he looked at the mermaid in surprise.

But the mermaid turned her head away, looked aside, plucked the strings, and began to sing softly.

The singing is gentle and melodious, making people forget everything before and become completely immersed in it.

Only her neck, which turned pink, revealed some details, proving how shy her words were.

But even though she was shy, Freme still said it, as if she had decided to get this prosthetic leg.

Twelve scales, a thousand hairs, one lonely tear, three drops of blood pierced from the heart ------ and countless failures.

Although the process was frustrating, Fleme finally achieved what she wanted.

And, the person waiting did not disappoint her.

He came back as promised.

That's enough.

So the Siren crooned, softly singing the joy in his heart, expressing the joy in his heart!

And finally, while a song was stopping, the young man made a second promise.

"I'll get you out of here."

He said:

"Maybe it will be later, but no matter what, I will take you away."

"I will take you out of here, meet new friends outside, and live quietly."

As for such a seemingly unreliable or even unrealistic agreement, the mermaid laughed after being stunned for a moment.

She didn't hesitate, didn't question, or even doubted.

He just nodded slightly and gave him a bright smile.

"Um."

She said:

"I will always stay by your side and be your support."

"Don't let the waves and storms harm you at all."

She didn't ask Herbert where he was taking him.

I didn’t ask what will happen in the future?

Maybe...-...it's an unpredictable storm.

Freme is very sensitive.

She could notice the changes in Herbert's body after he came back this time.

He has become different.

He has lost some of his immaturity, become more mature, and become a man.

He has also become more determined, and has more pressure on his shoulders.

In countless legends, there is never a lack of such existence.

Such people are destined to embark on a dangerous road.

They may be lunatics who fall into madness after failure, or warriors who will stride forward even if they perish.

Or they may be heroes.

In many stories, there will be a plot where mermaids give their power to heroes.

And now - Freme has made her own decision and chosen her own hero.

I believe in you.

My boy who is favored by fate.

You will eventually become a hero.

You - will definitely not let me down.

After spending some time with Freme, Herbert, as a "senior leg use expert", gave her detailed guidance on the use of her prosthesis.

When she began to slowly adjust on her own, tried to walk a distance, and became more and more proficient, Herbert decided to leave.

Before leaving, Freyme seemed to remember something and reminded:

"Some time ago, there seemed to be some strange noises coming from other areas? You'd better go and check it out."

She vaguely heard some strange noises, as if someone was constantly calling out a name.

"Okay, can you tell me which area it is?"

"Well - it should be farther than the last vibration, right? It should be the next area."

Deeper than the last "Battle-hardened Golden Fire Dragon cast a lava giant on the earth"?

Herbert raised his eyebrows and had some guesses in his mind.

"That is - the angel of the fifth floor?"

"What noise did she make again?"