Diary of the Improper Monster Girl Transformation

When the two bishops left in a vindictive manner, Herbert, who was thrown under the car, waited for a while and then gave up waiting.

wait?

You've waited until all the flowers have withered and you're still waiting for a hammer?

No more waiting!

After Herbert got to know his good brothers from the Knights at the training ground, he returned to the monastery under the leadership of Sister Kaplan who was waiting outside the training ground.

The nun came with the presiding judge to rob people, but she did not run away with him. Instead, she specifically stayed and waited for Herbert - she seemed to have something to say.

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Sure enough, on the way back, she seemed to unintentionally tell Herbert about the encounter between Ivanka and the two in the interrogation room.

Herbert was a little curious at first, but after listening halfway, he waved his hand to say no more.

Even though we are dealing with one of our own people, an interrogation is an interrogation after all, so we can’t do it lightly...

Especially in a world with magical healing powers, the terrifying level of interrogation can be increased by several levels.

The specific content can only be said to be that the man silently cried and the woman cried. The listener was sad and the listener shed tears. How can it be described as tragic?

Herbert heard the string and understood its elegant meaning. He waved his hand and expressed politely - That's almost it! Just accept it as you see fit! We are all colleagues! I don't care...

Although there were reasons why he didn't want to hear the details anymore, it was mostly because he really didn't care about those two people.

Whether they were tortured or escaped interrogation, he didn't really care.

Anyway, there is no deep hatred, as long as my own goal is achieved.

Almost done.

You have to be merciful and merciful.

Although Sister Kaplan just nodded and said nothing, Herbert felt that her eyes looked at him with a little more tenderness.

My favorability has improved!

When he returned to the monastery, Herbert didn't care about anything else. He stayed up all night and took a good rest, and didn't wake up until dinner time.

"It's not a problem to reverse day and night like this for a day or two, but it won't be a problem for a long time! I don't know when I will die suddenly..."

Herbert didn't want to die young yet. He still had a lot of things to do in his life.

"You still have to improve your strength. If you are strong enough, you won't need so much sleep."

After carefully analyzing the abilities he had acquired so far, Herbert understood that the top priority now was to continue collecting materials about monster girls.

Compared with training like the good brothers of the Knights, the abilities obtained through monster materials are much faster and much more powerful.

Perhaps, some people will think that the ability gained in this way is false and inferior to the ability gained after hard work and sweat.

But for Herbert - that's not taking off his pants and farting.

Lingshan is far away, why bother to abandon the near and seek the far away?

Why take the long detour when you already have a shortcut you can take?

Is it fun to torture yourself?

Shake M?

If yes, add a slight... cough.

Herbert doesn't get entangled in such small details. He never cares about the origin of his abilities. What he can hold tightly in his hands is the best.

If he really struggled with this kind of thing, then he would not have chosen to be Ninasha's companion in the first place, and would have been ruined by Harmony-chan long ago.

So, after clarifying the situation, Herbert got into the alien prison again after dinner, and defrauded (on credit) the blood essence from Eliza and mixed it with his own blood to swallow.

Gudu.

After that, Herbert's consciousness was awakened in such a chase scene of a loving father and a filial daughter.

"Hey! It's still the victim's first point of view."

How exciting!

Anyway, none of this was true. Herbert, who had already had several similar experiences, was enjoying the scene in front of him with the mentality of watching a drama.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, what a good show!"

The environment, under the cover of night, in a cold castle, with blood and corpses everywhere.

Characters, father and daughter.

Conflict, Patricide.

The murderer is the fish vampire Eliza Fate who is locked in a coffin, and the victim claims to be Eliza's father, let's call him Prince Fate.

Although he had long known Eliza's title as "Parricide", he had never known why she wanted to kill his father.

And now is obviously a good time to explore the secret!

Come on, old father, hold on a little longer and try to reveal more information!

Herbert secretly cheered for Prince Fate, hoping that he could gain some momentum.

But unfortunately, the end of the show is coming soon, and Prince Fatt has reached the real end of the road.

He was so weak that he no longer had the power to atomize and transform into other animals. He could only run on his weak legs - his right leg was also broken.

"Run? Where can you run?" Elisa's strange voice revealed an undisguised pleasure and ridicule.

She did not chase him hard, but followed him like a tarsal maggot shadow, admiring the ugly appearance of her father running away in embarrassment.

Like a wild beast toying with its prey, he watched him flee in all directions leisurely.

"No, no, no, no! You monster! I am your father! How could you...ah!"

After running away for a while, Prince Fate stumbled and fell to the ground weakly.

Boom.

He fell heavily to the ground and struggled to get up to continue, but the person behind him had lost interest.

"Okay, I've seen enough of you running away, let's stop here."

Eliza stepped directly on Prince Fat's back with some disinterest, and the sharp heel of her shoe pierced into his body from the back, piercing his heart that had stopped beating long ago.

Tsk——

"Cough!" Prince Fat coughed out a mouthful of black blood from his mouth, and looked back with difficulty despite the severe pain, but he only saw a ball of black mist with blood.

She didn't even bother to show her original appearance in front of him.

"I, but, your... father!" Prince Fat was puzzled, and didn't understand why things had come to this point.

What went wrong?

And in response to him, there was only a cold sneer from the black mist.

"Tsk! Father?"

Eliza sneered: "You don't really think that as long as you force us to give blood to transform us into vampires, there will be a blood connection between you and me?"

"Ridiculous!"

Prince Fat was silent.

Of course, he knew how bad his relationship was with the children he had given birth to.

In the end, he did not beg for mercy, but cursed in a low voice: "You are guilty, and you will always bear the sin of patricide, and you will never be punished..."

Before he finished his curse, his head left his neck and rolled on the ground with a flash of blood.

"Sin? Ha."

"Everyone is guilty, including me, including you... We are all guilty."

"If I am guilty, let the gods punish me."

Finally, after Prince Fate's head rolled several times, Herbert finally saw Eliza's face clearly.

Under the full moon, the girl with silver hair and bloodshot eyes was bathed in the bright moonlight, with a slightly crazy smile on her lips, and the blood-red cloak behind her moved with the wind.

And what impressed him the most was not anything else - but the smile on her lips.

Crazy.

Pleasure.

She was enjoying the process.

Eliza sneered and continued to speak blasphemous words:

"But they are not worthy!"

"No one has the right to punish me!!!"