Diary of the Improper Monster Girl Transformation

Nenasha looked at the ally who didn't think there was anything wrong, hesitated for a moment, and finally sighed:

["You... well, it's reasonable."]

The carefree and casual attitude of Herbert made Miss Evil God speechless.

Just be happy.

"By the way, Nenasha, there is one more thing I want to tell you."

While writing, Herbert said casually as if unintentionally: "I hate others interfering with my thinking and stirring up my emotions the most now."

"What happened today will not happen again."

In an instant, the voice of the evil god disappeared completely.

The room was silent, with only the rustling sound of the pen tip scratching the paper.

After a long while, Nenasha coughed twice, and said awkwardly: ["... Well, it was indeed my fault this time."]

Tonight, Herbert's emotions were rarely so broken.

The reason was that on the one hand, he was emotional late at night, which almost turned him into a melancholy young man.

On the other hand, it was the handwriting of this god of humor.

Nenasha also did it!

He deliberately provoked Herbert's thoughts, making him say those words that he couldn't say in his heart in a relaxed way.

But at the same time, He also guided Herbert's anger and tried to make him change in the direction He expected...

Although the latter failed at the last moment, these operations were real.

Later, how could Herbert not notice His obvious provocation?

Nenasha rarely admitted her mistakes, but then complained a little aggrieved: ["But I saw that you were a little entangled and wanted to help you."]

I don't want to hear gossip!

Well.

At least it's not all because of gossip.

Gossip accounts for at most nine, uh, eight, uh, seven... sixty percent!

Only sixty percent!

"It is precisely because I understand this that I won't bother with you this time."

Herbert shook his head and said lightly: "But, my ally, please remember that there really won't be a next time."

Even if the other party is doing it for his own good, he will not accept it completely.

"Nenasha, you really don't understand human nature..."

In this world, there are too many things done in the name of "I'm doing this for your own good", and most of them will not be appreciated by the parties involved.

Herbert was silent for a while, and said helplessly: "But since you really have no ill intentions this time, I can teach you."

"If there is such a situation in the future, you can discuss it with me first and inform me in advance, but you must never attack me directly."

"I reiterate for the last time that I am your ally and cannot be your slave, puppet, or believer. Do you understand?"

["Eh? Can't I?"]

The evil god was obviously disappointed, and whispered sadly: ["Why can't I become all of them? So stingy..."]

"...Hmm?"

["Cough! Okay, okay, it's my fault this time, and I won't do it again in the future."] Nenasha coughed twice, and he finally surrendered in the end.

"Yeah."

After a long while, when Herbert finished writing his reply to Filia, Nenasha asked tentatively:

["Will you keep the appointment?"]

Will you keep the appointment?

Herbert was silent for a moment after hearing this question, then shook his head: "Let's talk about it later. Anyway, there are still two months, so there is no rush to consider it now."

Anyway, there is still time.

There is no need to rush to consider these distant things. The right way is to do the things in front of you first.

Improving strength and conquering monster girls are the right things...

"You will definitely go."

"Hehe, how can you be sure of me... eh?"

Nenasha's confident whisper made Herbert snort, but just as he casually retorted, his eyes widened.

No!

The words just now did not ring in his heart, but... behind him! ! ?

Herbert turned around suddenly, wanting to see the true face of the evil god.

Let me see your true face!

But it's a pity.

Behind him, there was nothing but the bare wall and his shadow cast by the candlelight.

[“Oh, what are you doing~ Your neck is uncomfortable?”]

Nenasha’s voice was leisurely, as if He had not done anything.

Herbert narrowed his eyes, slowly turned his head, shook his head and smiled: “…Nothing.”

He decisively gave up and did not try to play the wooden man with the evil god.

Because Herbert knew that as long as Nenasha did not want him to see, no matter what he did, there was no way to do it.

But if He wanted him to see, then even if he did not want to see, He would definitely show up on his own initiative.

The two of them knew this tacitly.

Behind him, the evil god’s voice was soft, with some teasing and ridicule.

“You will definitely go.”

“…Quiet.”

“Hehe~”

Nenasha laughed, looking at the boy who was not as calm as he seemed, and smiled silently in his heart.

Herbert, my dear ally.

You will definitely go.

After all...

How could a proud and vindictive guy like you miss this opportunity for revenge?

Nenasha laughed for a while, and suddenly said: ["By the way, do you want to sleep now?"]

"Sleeping? It's okay... But there's no point in saying so much, I really don't feel sleepy."

Herbert tried to yawn, but unfortunately he couldn't feel sleepy at all.

Insomnia.

Then, he heard a smug chuckle from behind him: ["Then, as compensation for offending my dear ally just now, let me help you~"]

Help me?

How to help?

Just thinking about it, Herbert's left hand suddenly raised up uncontrollably, and then slowly moved down...

? ? ?

Wait, wait a minute!

What are you going to do! ?

"Hey hey hey! You..."

Just when Herbert was about to call a halt, the palm of his hand gently pressed on his forehead.

At the same time, a charming voice that was gentle to the bone echoed in his ears:

["Don't resist, sleep obediently~"]

Then.

Herbert's eyes went dark and his consciousness was suddenly interrupted.

He fell asleep.

.

.

Herbert had a dream.

He dreamed that he appeared in a pure white space.

He lay lazily on the ground, passively emptying his mind.

No, it was resting on a soft object.

This elasticity seemed to be... a thigh?

Knee pillow?

But whose leg was it?

Herbert tried to think about it, and then decisively chose to give up.

He couldn't figure it out. It was too warm here, and his brain couldn't work... Forget it, don't think about it.

He gave up struggling and slowly closed his eyes in his dream.

In a trance, he heard a soft song coming from above his head.

He didn't understand the meaning.

But he could also naturally understand that it was a very gentle ballad.

It was like a lullaby...

["Hehe..."]

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Early the next morning.

Herbert, who was full of energy, came to the Third Discipline House early in the morning, raised the Ring of Suffering in his hand to Valentina, who was not fully awake, and said loudly:

"Put it on me!"

Valentina:... Hmm?