Diary of the Improper Monster Girl Transformation

In the deepest part of darkness, where outsiders have no way of knowing, there is such a space.

It is filled with stitched monsters, twisted limbs, and deformed flesh and blood.

In this space that can only be described as decadent, corrupt, and evil, two figures that are out of tune with the surrounding scene are leisurely strolling in it.

If someone sees this scene, there will definitely be a sense of unreality.

The white-haired boy with a gentle smile is faintly covered with a layer of white gauze-like glow, and any blasphemous things cannot approach his body.

The corrupt mist automatically spreads to both sides in front of him, and the filthy black blood automatically avoids after his feet fall, and returns to its original state after he passes.

The dark elf has another feeling.

She is obviously the initiator of all this, but her existence itself is incompatible with this place.

This feeling is very strange.

Extreme purity.

There is even a sense of transcendence.

Those creations cannot leave any traces on her.

She walked through the fog without any defense, stepped barefoot into the corpses, stepped into the pool of blood - without any stain.

The corrosive fog could not destroy her skin, just like ordinary water mist.

She stepped barefoot directly on the rotten flesh mixed with broken bones, but there was no blood or meat residue on her tender soles.

She emerged from the mud without being stained, and washed by the clear water without being evil.

Just like a white lotus... well, a black lotus.

Yes.

It looked like a lotus born from the deformed flesh.

Although they were in a horrible scene that could be called hell on earth, the two people present seemed very calm.

They talked calmly, ignoring everything around them.

"You are different from most humans I have met."

"Most humans regard me as an evil monster. Even the mages regard me as an extreme lunatic after knowing the content of my research."

Sfanny walked in front and led the way, saying with emotion: "No, not only humans, you are different from everyone I have met."

"Even in the dark area, most dark creatures regard me as a terrible existence."

"Even in my family, those guys who usually enjoy abusing others can't understand my ideas, and only regard my research as a ritual to please the evil god."

Sneak!

The Dark Elf Archmage sneered disdainfully: "This idea is so stupid that I don't even bother to explain it to them."

"No matter who it is, even those who superficially agree with me can't understand my research fundamentally."

"I spent money to buy these materials. Even if I didn't buy them, someone else would buy them, and they would organize adventurers to hunt them. Why do they think I'm evil?"

"Just because I'm a dark elf?"

Sfannie's expression was slightly cold, and she snorted:

"I understand."

"My approach and ideas are destined not to be accepted and understood by too many people, and I don't care about their ideas."

"I don't need their approval."

"I don't need it!"

Perhaps it was because she hadn't communicated with others for too long, or perhaps it was because Herbert's attitude touched Sfannie a little.

The autistic archmage who had always shown a resistance to communication was unexpectedly talkative at this moment, talking to himself for a long time.

And Herbert played a good listener at this moment, listening to her quietly, and giving some reactions from time to time to guide her to continue talking.

"Yeah, I understand you. The road to knowledge is always lonely."

"Not being understood is the fate of geniuses."

"As long as you know it clearly in your heart, why do you need others to recognize it?"

Well, just drink a lot of chicken soup.

Herbert can see that this great wizard is not as cold as he appears on the outside.

Does Sfanny really "not care about other people's evaluation" as she said?

The answer is of course no.

If she really doesn't care, Sfanny doesn't have to mention it repeatedly.

People, that's how it is.

The more you care about something in your heart, the more you want to pretend not to care on the surface.

In this way, even if you don't get it in the end, you can pretend to be relaxed and say-"I don't care about this at all."

In Sfanny's heart, there is a fire of passion for research, but it has always been denied and hostile by others.

The long-term experience has made her a little autistic, secretly hiding her flame, unwilling to tell and share with others.

And my appearance, and the understanding attitude I showed, just gave Sfanny a chance to vent.

It was like adding a handful of dry wood to a dying bonfire and then pouring a bucket of gasoline on it.

The flames erupted!

It became uncontrollable.

Herbert looked at Sfanny's profile and nodded secretly.

Although her face was also cold, her expression was much richer than that of her incarnation, and her emotions could be seen from the subtle details.

A cold lotus?

This was clearly a ball of fire wrapped in paper.

"Before this, no one had ever recognized my research like you did when we first met..."

Sfanny talked for a long time, and her excited emotions gradually calmed down. She stopped and looked sideways at the boy beside her.

"..."

She seemed to realize what she had just done, and remained silent for a while before continuing: "Sir Herbert, thank you for listening to me."

"Huh? Oh, it's nothing."

Herbert chuckled, shook his head, and said sincerely: "Your Excellency Sifanni, you really don't need to thank me. I am also very interested in your past."

Even without mentioning the fact that he was trying to capture Svanie, Herbert himself was full of curiosity about this dark elf.

He wanted to know what kind of experience led her to embark on this rather extreme path of flesh and blood.

If there are people who think that flesh and blood are weak and can only ascend mechanically, then Sifanni is their extreme opponent.

She firmly believes that as long as her body continues to break through, it will be able to surpass its original limits and reach a level comparable to that of a god.

Yes.

In the eyes of outsiders, this fallen elf, forbidden scholar, and shadow mage is not that complicated at all in Herbert's eyes.

Don't talk so much.

To put it bluntly, isn't he a great expert in body training...

Wouldn't it be reasonable for a great mage with an indestructible physical body to know some boxing and kicking skills?

Reasonable.

It’s so reasonable!

After talking for a long time, Herbert felt that his relationship with Sifanie had successfully dropped from "hostility" to "above neutral, but not friendly enough."

"By the way, Your Excellency Sifanni, I have something to discuss with you."

So, when the time was almost ripe, Herbert took the initiative to make his request:

"Can you agree with them about helping you escape from prison?"

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Svanie: Huh?