Diary of the Improper Monster Girl Transformation

"The situation is not good."

Being stared at by everyone with scrutinizing eyes, Herbert felt his back tighten slightly and pursed his lips slightly.

Doubts, speculations, even outright hostility... he alone bears the ill will from others.

Regarding the current hostile situation, Herbert could actually understand their behavior in his heart - he only thought about it rationally.

As a newcomer who has only been here for more than a month and has not yet fully integrated into the Misty Monastery, Herbert is an outsider in the eyes of others.

Moreover, he is a very poor nobleman of the kingdom, a solitary guy who has no contact with other people.

So, when a murder occurs like this, who is the most suspect among everyone now?

Hey, it’s really me!

Therefore, Herbert understood their suspicion and hostility towards him.

But...it's just understanding.

Emotionally, Herbert cannot accept the unfair situation of being treated as a suspect.

Because he hasn't done it.

I didn't do it, why should I be treated like this?

Why?

Moreover, he was forced to come here because of his unjust imprisonment.

It has happened once, is it going to happen a second time?

In addition, although Herbert knew the importance of cooperating with the investigation, he could not trust others so naively.

Forget it when he was in the kingdom. Although he was unjustly imprisoned, no one dared to use punishment on him.

But what about here?

The Great Memory Restoration Technique is not only available in the previous life, it has always been a common old tradition around the world.

How many good people can there be in the judgment house!

Do these angry inquisitors really care about their noble status?

No.

These guys would rather kill by mistake than let go. At most, they would provide the most advanced recovery treatment afterwards - but what's the fucking use of that!

It is not possible to recover from the pain and get over it easily.

The wound may eventually heal, but the scar will never completely disappear.

A certain Asasi college student who just wanted to fall in love at first was tortured until his fur turned white, and his whole temperament changed drastically.

I have white hair now, so I don’t need to go out of my way to do this.

Therefore, Herbert must not show weakness at this time, let alone actively cooperate with the investigation!

Having made up his mind, Herbert's expression changed slightly and he snorted softly.

"Oh."

His expression was as calm as water, his eyes turned disdainful, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, facing everyone's gaze with an attitude that was neither humble nor overbearing.

But Herbert did not take the initiative to question.

He is waiting.

He knew that there was no need for him to take the initiative at this time, there would definitely be someone who could not help but attack him as the "suspect".

really.

He didn't wait long before an angry voice broke the silence of the hall.

"What are you waiting for!?"

A tall bald nun emerged from the crowd, glared at Herbert, clenched her right hand tightly, and gritted her teeth and said: "Why don't you take down this murderer!"

Everyone's eyes fell on her. Some people obviously wanted to move, but they stopped after seeing that the middle-aged disciplinary nun made no move.

The middle-aged disciplinary nun did not immediately follow the bald nun's instigation to attack Herbert, but asked slowly: "Why do you think he is the murderer? I don't think he is strong enough to hurt Frank."

Hearing these words, some monks frowned slightly.

Yes, just relying on his strength... doesn't seem to be enough at all.

"Because he is a blasphemer!"

However, the bald nun still stood firm in her belief and said with all her might: "That day, I saw him walking out of the kitchen! He must have done something to those grass carp!"

grass carp?

Herbert blinked, feeling that something was not quite right about where things were going.

Wait, I won’t be the substitute! ?

Boy, that really wasn’t me!

Without giving Herbert time to explain, the other monk's expression changed after hearing "grass carp". He hesitated and raised his hand, and said slowly:

"Well, I also found traces of blasphemy near the Well of Mourning. That day... he also passed there."

Both of them had vaguely discovered some traces of blasphemy, but because they did not find conclusive evidence of the perpetrators and were afraid of alerting others, they kept it secret and did not tell anyone else.

And what a coincidence is that Herbert was present these times to prove it.

broken.

I can't explain it clearly.

Just when Herbert was about to explain, his pupils suddenly shrank.

A lot of malice surged towards him, even more than before!

When the name "blasphemer" rang out, the monks who had already shown signs of calming down instantly tore off their disguises, revealing their ferocious blood-stained fangs.

Countless Taoist eyes fell on him from all over the hall, as if they would rush out to judge him in the next second.

Just like Herbert's earliest judgment, the ascetics had no burden to kill potential heretics.

Even if the other person is a young man who has lived and ate with them for a whole month and can call them by name, the same is true.

Heretics should be killed without mercy.

The priority of eliminating heretics is even higher than hunting down the murderer!

"..."

The turbulent and expanding malice almost swallowed up Herbert, and if he made one wrong move, he would fall completely into the abyss, but he was unexpectedly calm at this moment.

After calming down, he even wanted to laugh.

Herbert did not respond. He looked around without saying a word and looked at the monks calmly.

Some people would look at him, but more would subconsciously look away.

"Heh."

After looking around, he looked at the leading disciplinary monk and found that her expression was always calm.

The disciplinary sister saw him looking at her and asked calmly: "Herbert, do you have anything to explain?"

Herbert nodded, but shook his head.

He did not explain anything to the disciplinary sister, but turned to look at the two monks who "reported" him, and asked slowly in a very calm tone:

"Sister Ivanka, Brother Jeffs, can I think that what you just said... is questioning my purity?"

Explain?

Explain what?

[One of the rules of the line: Don't try to prove yourself, don't be led into the rhythm of the other party. 】

Herbert did not wait for them to answer, and directly untied the bandage on his left hand and raised his left hand high, the blood stains of which had not yet completely dried.

The next moment.

Brilliant golden light burst out from the back of his hand, and the dazzling holy mark pierced everyone's eyes like a holy sword.

That is - the holy mark of purity! ?

It was not until this time that some monks knew what oath Herbert had made.

The oath of purity.

If Herbert was a blasphemer, then what was this genuine holy mark?

It couldn't be an illusion, right?

In the uproar, everyone heard Herbert's second question.

He said:

"So, are you questioning the god who gave me the blessing?"

[Second line rule: Only attack, no defense, unparalleled in the world! ]