Diary of the Improper Monster Girl Transformation

When you question the abyss, the abyss chooses to... act coquettishly towards you.

[“Hey~ Don’t be so stingy! You don’t need the power of faith, just give me some~”]

Nenasha's voice was sweet, and she used her coquettishness to the extreme, trying to seduce Herbert.

I'm very easy to feed and only eat a little!

Really~

Herbert's face trembled slightly as he listened to the sweet clip sound that made him need to take insulin. He said helplessly: "No, I mean... weren't we arguing just now?"

Hey, pay attention, they are arguing!

Don't be so frivolous!

Why are you still stealing my tribute?

Who told you to pause at this time?

no.

Keep fighting!

【“Fight? When?”】

Nenasha asked suspiciously, with a strong sense of doubt coming from her soul.

Did we have a fight?

Is that so?

Why don’t I have any impression of this?

"Um?"

If Herbert hadn't felt that he hadn't reached the stage of Alzheimer's forgetfulness, he would have been deceived by Him and doubted himself.

"Oh, that's how you play, huh? Good, good, good."

Okay, you are flexible.

Since Nenasha had already raised the flag of surrender, Herbert did not continue to be unreasonable and instead asked about another matter that he was concerned about.

"Is this the power of faith? Doesn't it need to be obtained from believers?"

Herbert looked at the expressions of the kneeling people.

There is fear, awe, and worry, but there is no worship...Oh, no, there are actually a few.

Fao had the most adoration, almost overflowing.

So, is he the source of this power of faith?

[“Hehe, I knew you were the best~”]

Nenasha got the benefit, and although her voice wasn't as sickly as before, her words were still very sweet.

[“Of course.”]

[“The power of faith is best obtained from believers. It is the purest and most stable.”]

[“However, if there are some special priesthoods and fields, the loyalty of believers is not necessary, and there is no need to have a clear direction.”]

[“Like the priesthood of death, as long as the concept of death exists in this world, the power of the god of death will never be lacking.”]

As long as there are still mortals in this world who fear and revere death, He will not lack the power of faith - even though the one who "Waiting for the End" cannot use it and does not care about it.

"I see." Herbert nodded thoughtfully.

The gods of the Age of Faith did desperately need the faith of mortals to maintain their power, but this was not necessarily the case for the older gods.

Wait, that means gods can also force love on mortals!

"…No, didn't I already know this?"

Herbert curled his lips, realizing that he had already experienced this himself.

Yes, this matter is unremarkable.

Who hasn’t been harassed by gods?

Nenasha waited for Herbert to finish thinking, then continued to ask with a smile: [“By the way, I want to ask you, what do you think the power of faith is?”]

"Hmm...soul? Faith? No, will?"

Herbert is not a god, and he has never been involved in the field of gods before. He has not done in-depth research on this and can only make a rough guess.

Miss Harmony God did not despise the ignorance of ordinary people, but laughed softly: [“It’s not completely correct, but it’s almost right~ It can be regarded as a fusion of multiple powers.”]

Perhaps it was not the right time yet, Nenasha did not go into depth on this topic and just touched on it briefly.

Then, He sighed with emotion: [“Although mortals don’t know, their power is actually far beyond their imagination.”]

[“Before the Age of Faith, no one could have imagined that their power could control the gods.”]

Herbert listened to His sigh and his eyes moved slightly.

A great power from mortals?

Can a mortal body be compared with a god?

The gods thought that was impossible and absurd.

But as a witness who had truly witnessed the miracles created by mortals, Herbert believed more firmly in the power of mortals than anyone else.

“…”

He was silent for a moment, but didn't say much. There are some things that cannot convince people just by talking.

Just do it, and then they will understand.

But now, it is far from the time.

Herbert took the initiative to change the subject and asked, "Do you need it?"

【"Um?"】

"Do you need more power of faith to recover?"

Nenasha was stunned for a moment, but she didn't pretend to be polite to Herbert and said frankly: ["If there is, of course it would be the best."]

"Okay, I understand."

Herbert nodded and whispered in his heart: "Don't worry, when Eldar continues to grow, the next step will be to initially establish your church."

This was something the two had discussed before, and Herbert brought it up again at this time, undoubtedly to make his attitude clear.

Nenasha was stunned for a moment, then laughed: [“Oh? Haha, then I’ll rely on you~”]

"Don't worry."

After once again witnessing the power of the monster girls up close, Herbert once again felt his own weakness.

Although that "original brand fury" is not strong, I can deal with it myself.

However, that guy didn't even get a single move from Eliza, nor did he make a sound. He turned into a pool of pus and blood like a dumb tough guy.

This somewhat stimulated Herbert, and made him more determined to hug Nenasha's thighs tightly.

Although Eliza is not difficult to conquer, I have been steadily improving my impression of her.

But the blacksmith must be strong himself and must improve his strength.

Herbert didn't want to turn into pus and blood for no apparent reason when his passion was at its peak!

"Huh, I hope this trip to the dark region can give me some help."

He talked with Nenasha in his mind for a long time, but in the outside world, only a few seconds had passed, and he still maintained his godlike demeanor.

However, Herbert's state of detachment did not last long.

"……Your Mightiness."

Varro scratched his bald head and smiled awkwardly at Herbert: "Hey, you're here."

The movement Herbert just made was quite significant, so there must have been some changes in the plan.

Things have come to this point, the exposure has been revealed, and there is no need for the other monks to continue disguising themselves.

Click! Click!

Under the confused gazes of the other slaves, they broke the bars of the cage and walked out of it on their own initiative.

"Your Mightiness."

"Sir, we..."

They walked up to Herbert with their heads lowered, with shame and unwillingness on their faces.

"We failed."

Yes, they failed.

Before the group officially entered the dark area, their identities had already been exposed.

What a failure.

One monk gritted his teeth unwillingly, wanting to defend himself and the others, and said helplessly: "We disguised ourselves very well, it was Cyril who..."

He wanted to explain the previous accident, but Fao beside him grabbed his arm and shook his head gently.

"Stop talking."

"Uh... yes."

Phao walked to the front of the crowd and knelt down in front of Herbert.

He lowered his head deeply and whispered with guilt: "Sir, we failed to live up to your expectations and failed to hide our identities."

The man also reacted and knelt in front of Herbert.

Yes, there is no point in shirking responsibility now.

No matter what the reason, the mission failed and there is no other explanation.

Herbert glanced around silently, taking in everyone's expressions, and nodded.

"I see."

He did not blame anyone for their failure, nor did he even ask for details. He just said softly, "I'm glad you're all okay."

"Although the mission is important, your safety has always been more important."

“It’s great that you guys were able to adapt to the situation.”

After a few gentle words of encouragement, Herbert patted Fao's shoulder and asked calmly, "By the way, where's Cyril?"

Herbert changed his plan because of Cyril's "signal", but when he came back, the protagonist who "smashed the cup as a signal" was nowhere to be seen.

You started the group, but it's already over. Where are you?

"Cyril he...uh."

When this was mentioned, Fao's expression became a little complicated, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he couldn't think of how to explain it for a while.

It was Varro who took over the conversation and said in an equally awkward tone: "Sir, Cyril...seems to have rushed into the dark area alone."

After going crazy, Cyril first knocked open the cages holding the slaves one by one, and then rushed towards the trade road leading to the dark area without looking back.

"Oh, huh?"

Herbert blinked and shook his head in amusement: "He is quite anxious then."

There is no doubt that it is the young man's self-esteem that is at work. After causing such a disaster, he wants to make up for his mistake by performing great deeds.

I can only say that I can understand his thoughts and motives, but as a companion, I still have to curse him.

However, this time there was no need for Herbert to make a sharp comment, as others had made their own decisions.

Herbert nodded and said calmly: "The Dark Area is dangerous, and he is alone. We must set off immediately and not let him get into danger."

"As for the disguise... it doesn't matter if it's exposed temporarily. It's not a big problem. We can disguise ourselves again after we get inside."

Seeing that Herbert had no intention of holding anyone accountable from beginning to end, the monks finally relaxed and breathed a sigh of relief.

However, just when they thought everything was settled, Herbert looked to the other side and said softly:

"And what about them?"

Herbert looked at the restless slaves around him and asked the monks.

These slaves had been shocked by the successive attacks and had no idea what was going on. They could only kneel on the ground anxiously, not daring to stand up for fear of being misunderstood.

"How do you think they should deal with it?"

"I have dealt with all the slave traders, but what about these unfortunate innocent people?"

The monks were silent.

They realized the problem.

If they wanted to catch up with Cyril, they had to set off immediately, and there would be no way to accommodate these hundreds of people, leaving them to fend for themselves in this dangerous forest.

vice versa.

This situation is not without solution, but it requires someone to stay voluntarily.

Once you stay, you will definitely not be able to keep up with the team and will completely lose this precious opportunity for training.

For a moment, no one took the initiative to speak.

“…”

This opportunity is rare and no one wants to give it up.

It is human nature for all mortals to have selfish desires, even for monks who are cultivating themselves.

Herbert did not urge them, nor even look at any of them, nor give any hints or encouragement.

He doesn't need to make arrangements, nor can he make decisions.

This can only be a choice they make themselves.

"……call."

After a moment's silence, Fao exhaled the foul air in his chest, slowly stood up, and nodded slightly to Herbert.

His eyes were calm, without any reluctance, and he said respectfully: "Sir, please let me stay. I will properly place them."

Herbert finally turned around and looked at the paladin without any surprise. He nodded slightly and whispered his name.

"Fao."

This is a very rare existence even among paladins.

Loyalty, bravery, fearlessness, humility...those rare qualities are fully embodied in him.

Fao was reluctant and unwilling to give up his power, but in the end, he chose mercy.

Have mercy on these poor victims and choose to take them home.

"Okay, then I'll leave these people to you."

Herbert did not deliberately stop Fao just because he was optimistic about Fao, but respected Fao's choice.

"Then the others will follow me..."

"Sir, wait a moment, please let us in too." Varro interrupted Herbert and stood up.

Standing up together with him were the "silent" Zar and the two twin nuns.

"you……"

Fao turned back suddenly and said with some stammering: "You, uh, you don't have to do this, I can do it alone..."

"Haha! Who said it was for you?"

The tall monk smiled jokingly, holding the silent ascetic in one hand, and winked at Fao: "Of course, how can I let you steal all the limelight?"

"Besides, we are a small team, we can't do without you."

After saying this, the four of them bowed to Herbert, showing their attitude with their actions.

As a team, they will stand together with Faol.

And Fao, after pursing his lips tightly, stopped persuading them and lowered his head with them.

Herbert looked at the five-man team and couldn't help shaking his head and laughing.

"You guys, hehe...haha!"

Really.

Are you guys performing an idol drama here?

This is really... touching.

Herbert nodded with emotion and asked with a smile: "Have you made your decision? Will you regret it?"

"Yeah, I won't regret it."

Fao stood up and smiled, without any embarrassment in his eyes, and whispered:

"If I couldn't protect the weak, I wouldn't have chosen to be a paladin in the first place."

"He's right. We thought the same thing." The other four people nodded frankly.

Herbert glanced at the faces of several people one by one, nodded with satisfaction, and said softly: "Very good, remember your choice at this moment."

Some of the other monks originally wanted to stay, but they were a step too late. Since there were enough people, they remained silent at this moment.

Herbert does not criticize other people's choices. Everyone has the right to choose to be selfish.

And being able to choose to be selfless is truly admirable.

"Oh, take this."

Herbert took a ring from his finger and gently tossed it to Phao.

???

Fao didn't care at first, but after seeing clearly what he caught, he woke up and widened his eyes in confusion.

Huh?

ring!!?

“Sir, what is this!!?”

At this moment, the Paladin, who had always been clear-minded, fell into panic.

What do you mean?

Lord Herbert!!!

"This, I, I can't accept it!"