Diary of the Improper Monster Girl Transformation

"Judge, Knight Commander..."

Herbert turned around and bowed silently to the two men's backs as they left.

When the two men were just waiting outside the Third Discipline House instead of rushing in to arrest him, Herbert had already vaguely guessed what they meant.

The Archbishop's attitude was still unclear, but the two of them were definitely willing to believe in him.

Even though they had not been together for a long time, they were still willing to trust him.

Herbert was actually a little excited.

Especially after the betrayal and suspicion he had experienced before, this trust was even more touching.

But at the same time, Herbert felt guilty for this trust.

Because he was really a blasphemous, depraved, and dishonest Paladin.

You trusted the wrong person——

"You don't have to thank them, that's just what they should do."

"As a strong person, you naturally have to protect the weak."

The guard looked at Herbert who was thinking, and said softly: "Okay, you don't have to be nervous, the old guy won't do anything to you, just answer him truthfully."

"As long as you are fine, he won't target you."

Bishop Ashes gently pushed the door, and the huge stone door slowly revealed a gap that could be passed by one person, revealing the sacred space behind.

"Go."

Herbert nodded silently, hummed, and moved forward.

"I understand."

The innocent are innocent.

That's right.

But the problem is, I really have a problem.

I'm not clean!

With such helpless complaints, Herbert walked into the Sealed Temple alone, and the stone door behind him slowly closed.

Click.

"Huh..."

After entering, Herbert stopped and exhaled a long breath. The emotions in his eyes gradually dissipated and finally returned to calm.

He walked slowly in the church and soon saw the old man who was sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed.

"Your Excellency the Archbishop."

The white-bearded old man slowly opened his eyes, nodded, and said softly: "...Sit down."

"Yes."

In the silent church, the two sat calmly.

Herbert seemed particularly calm at this moment, neither afraid nor excited.

In any case, since it has come to this point, there is no possibility of turning back.

Herbert looked at the archbishop quietly, looking at the old man wearing a linen robe like an ordinary old man.

The highest combat power of the entire monastery is called the existence of a saint walking in the world.

In front of such an existence, clumsy concealment has no meaning, it is better to show one's thoughts openly.

He was very curious, how strong is this existence?

Herbert observed the archbishop, and the archbishop was also watching him silently.

But it was not just a superficial observation. The deep and calm eyes seemed to see through everything, analyzing his soul through the flesh and bones.

It made him feel like he was seen through from head to toe.

"..."

Finally, the Archbishop's eyes finally stopped on the back of Herbert's hand.

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Just when Herbert thought the Archbishop had seen something, the old man spoke.

He asked:

"How does life in the monastery feel?"

Herbert narrowed his eyes, somewhat confused about what the Archbishop meant.

Chatting at this time?

"...I'm quite used to it."

"Well, you do look good at it."

The Archbishop nodded and said kindly: "The trust of the dragon, the nostalgia of the siren, the kindness of the vampire, the curiosity of the dark elf, the resentment of the devil... In just a few days, you have left so many causes and effects on your body."

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Herbert was really shocked this time, with a sense of transparency as if his underwear had been seen through.

Say!

Did you press the surveillance on me?

"You..."

"Child, don't panic. I don't mean to blame you. On the contrary, you have done much better than I expected."

The Archbishop waved his hand and asked kindly: "In your eyes, what kind of heretic is the Wrathful?"

"The Wrathful..."

Herbert suppressed the restlessness in his heart and said in a deep voice: "No, Valentina is indeed very dangerous, powerful and uncontrollable, but she is not that evil. She likes fighting but not killing."

He thought he would give a few examples of getting along with Valentina to prove this, but who knew that the Archbishop would He nodded in agreement and said:

"Well, I saw it when I met the child. She is indeed a little stupid in intelligence and has little experience in getting along with others, but her nature is not bad. As long as she is disciplined a little, she can get on the right path."

"So, I didn't kill her on the spot, but took her back to the monastery to suppress her."

"It's just that her character is a little too irritable. The previous warden before you only saw the evil, but didn't notice the kindness in her nature."

"Child, I am very satisfied that you can notice this."

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Hmm?

Herbert was a little confused.

This sounds right.

The archbishop's words can be regarded as quite open-minded, almost contrary to the monastery's program of being irreconcilable with aliens in his impression.

But should you, the head of the monastery, say such words?

Is there something wrong with me? Or is there something wrong with you?

The archbishop looked at the boy whose expression gradually became strange, laughed, and asked: "Do you trust her?"

"I trust her."

Herbert's answer was firm, without any hesitation.

"Even if she's a heretic?"

"Even if she is a foreigner."

Herbert looked the Archbishop straight in the eye and said firmly: "This trust has nothing to do with race or anything else."

"Valentina chose to trust me without reservation, so I trusted her without reservation."

"I am unwilling and will not betray that trust of hers."

The archbishop stared at Herbert silently for a moment, nodded with a smile, then turned to look at the center of the church and asked:

"Kid, do you know what that is?"

What?

Is there something there?

Herbert turned his head following his gaze in confusion, and his eyes suddenly widened. He saw something that was definitely not there just now.

A stone statue of a girl half as tall as a man appeared out of thin air in the center of the church!

And, what shocked Herbert the most was...

He felt a sense of familiarity from the stone statue for no reason.

familiar! ! ?

Goo.

He felt his throat was a little dry and hoarse, and said with difficulty: "What is that..."

The Archbishop didn't seem to notice anything unusual about him, and his attention remained on the stone statue.

"Its official name is [Profane Prayer Statue]. It is a saint-level sealed object and the most powerful sealed object in the entire Mist Monastery."

"At the same time, a long, long time ago, it had another name..."

The archbishop looked at the stone statue, with many ancient images flashing through his eyes. He shook his head and said softly:

"[The Death of Saint Ninassa]."

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