Diary of the Improper Monster Girl Transformation

Blake didn't know that his expression had revealed a lot. He adjusted his mentality, took out the two letters from his arms, and presented them with both hands.

"Your Highness, our group has been ordered to bring you a reply from the Grand Duke and... a personal letter from Her Royal Highness the Princess."

"Filia's letter?"

Herbert frowned slightly, picked up the letter covered with the frost crystal royal emblem, and was about to open it immediately.

"Your Highness! Please wait a moment!"

Blake hurriedly opened his mouth and stopped anxiously: "Her Royal Highness the Princess has asked you to watch it when you are alone..."

"You want to teach me how to do things?"

Herbert's voice was cold, all the expressions on his face disappeared, and only indifference remained in his eyes.

"Warrior, remember your identity clearly."

"Are you Silver Wing's retainer? Or Frost Crystal's retainer?"

Blake was stared at by those light gray eyes, and for a moment he felt uneasy, and subconsciously took a step back.

This is! ?

"No! Your Highness, I..."

He wanted to explain something, but in the end he bowed his head obediently and said respectfully: "I am a feather of the silver wing."

"Um."

Blake felt a little confused at the moment, because in his previous impression, His Highness Herbert was not like this.

Is this really His Highness Herbert?

Gentle and elegant, knowledgeable and courteous, he prefers art to martial arts. He is a perfect and elegant heir to the aristocracy.

Even when dealing with servants like them, they are gentle and friendly, and never show any aristocratic arrogance on the surface.

But now...

Even though Herbert didn't glare angrily, and his expression didn't even change, the intimidation brought by that glance far exceeded the pressure brought to him by many of his peers!

He even felt like he had met an earth dragon!

Why does His Highness have such a terrifying aura?

What on earth has he experienced here! ! ?

On the other side, Herbert opened the letter and just glanced at it before closing it.

He lowered his eyes and was silent for a moment, then ordered Blake: "Okay, I understand the situation."

"Exit. You can have a good rest in the guest room. Rest here for a few days. Don't rush back."

Blake nodded and happily obeyed: "Yes."

Herbert thought of something and added: "...By the way, the grass carp soup in the monastery is very good. You guys should eat more at night and drink more soup to warm your body."

"ah?"

Blake blinked and nodded honestly: "Oh, okay, thank you, Your Highness."

"Go ahead."

After Blake left, Herbert, who was standing there, narrowed his eyes slightly, tapped the letter paper with his finger, and whispered silently:

"Filia...heh."

Just now, after opening the letter, Herbert skipped the rest and glanced at the end of the letter.

At the end of the letter, there is this sentence - "Herbert, I hope you can attend my bar mitzvah ball."

Regarding this invitation, there was only one sentence that kept repeating in Herbert's mind at the moment.

"Now that things have come to this, are you... kidding me?"

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Night falls.

It was rare that Herbert did not go to the Third Commandment to chat with the monster girls that night, but sat silently in front of the desk alone.

At this moment, he really felt a little emotional, and he understood why Ninasha said before that sleeplessness was not a reward but a punishment.

Being able to stay awake forever is undoubtedly a gift and can extend the time of work and study.

But when you really want to take a break but can't sleep, it can really become a torture.

The night punishes everyone who is awake.

Unable to escape, unable to sink, unable to stop...

And this painful entanglement will expand more and more with the blessing of night, gradually swallowing your entire soul.

And this situation is generally called late night emo.

Your awake brain will always remain active in thinking, constantly making inferences on its own, and reviewing the past in your life that you want to forget.

Every mistake I've ever made, every wrong word I've said, every thing I didn't do right at that time...

Here is a piece of advice for you: at this time, please do not post any social media posts or updates!

Otherwise, there is a high probability that you will dig out a villa with your toes the next morning and get several names like "affectionate brother" and "drunken brother" from others.

Don't ask me how I know, I just have a friend like this.

real!

"..."

Herbert read the two letters and opened the package of the magical artifact.

Silver Wing Archduke's reply was very ordinary, even formulaic.

It was simply to greet Herbert as a father and encourage him to hone himself in the monastery and not to fall into the name of the Albert family.

Other than that... nothing.

There was no concern for him and no other stories about the family.

Reading the whole article, the words are not harsh, but they seem very stiff, and the words are filled with a sense of alienation like a stranger.

After reading it, Herbert threw it aside casually and didn't take it to heart at all.

As for the magic product [The Ring of Bitterness] that was sent, not only did it perfectly meet Herbert's requirements, but it also had some additional abilities.

Not only can it protect against others' mental control of itself, but it can also suppress its own emotional fluctuations and keep a calm mind in daily life.

This is a high-level magic product, not far from a legendary item. It can be seen that the person who prepared this item has put a lot of thought into it.

But there are some problems in appearance...

Well, there are big problems.

It looks like a black silk collar, but no matter how Herbert looks at it, he thinks it is more like a... collar.

Huh?

What does this mean?

Herbert will not consider his other deep meanings for the time being, just think that his aesthetics is not good...

He himself does not intend to take this thing, but he will not throw it away. He just happens to have some candidates who are very suitable for this thing.

Well.

There is a very suitable dragon candidate.

Who is it?

It's really hard to guess.

If Blake brought only these, Herbert would not be confused at all, but they brought another handwritten letter.

In this letter, Filia talked to Herbert in a tone that was very familiar to him.

Filia first expressed her sympathy and regret for Herbert's previous experiences.

She also stated that she was not in the royal city when the incident happened, and had no relationship with the "personal maid". She suspected that someone had pretended to be her, etc.

After that, she carefully asked about the details of Herbert's life in the monastery and cared about his various recent situations.

She also took the initiative to help him solve his financial problems and told him to tell her if he needed anything.

It was not until the end of the letter that Filia sent a sincere invitation to Herbert - hoping that he could attend her adult dance in two months.