Diary of the Improper Monster Girl Transformation

The prison of waterdeep.

The charming siren was sitting on the rocks, playing the strings of the harp in her hands, singing softly, and her melodious singing echoed throughout the space.

The white-haired boy leaned his back on the reef, resting his head on the soft fish tail. Most of his body was soaked in the water, swaying gently with the music and waves, humming softly, and touching the water with his palms. Beating the rhythm.

With the sound of the waves lapping on the rocks, the songs of the sirens, and the beating beats of mortals, the three blend together,

Comes together into a wonderful song.

This long singing lasted for several hours, and finally it gradually stopped after the song reached its climax, and finally came to an end.

After Freme's singing stopped, Herbert slowly opened his eyes and spoke softly: "Freme,

I'm going to take a break for a while. "

"Uh-huh."

The siren opened his eyes, was stunned for a moment, and then nodded slightly:

"After you sang songs with me for so long today, I have already guessed that you are probably going to say goodbye to me."

After getting along for a while, Freme also had some understanding of Herbert's character, and knew that this man would not be aimless.

If I take the initiative to sing with her today, I will probably not be able to sing with her again for a while.

"It's not a farewell, right? I'm just letting you know. After all, I will be back sooner or later."

Herbert shook his head, stretched greatly, then adjusted his posture and continued to rest his head comfortably on the fish's tail.

So comfortable!

He said this, but the sea monster did not believe it easily.

Freme shook her head, leaned over and reached out to touch Herbert's hair, and whispered:

"Herbert, I have been separated from people all my life, and I have long regarded every separation as a final farewell. As a special entity, Freme is relatively lucky.

As a member of the Siren Royal Family, she was not persecuted by other tribesmen and grew up to adulthood safely.

But she is also lonely.

Unable to communicate normally with other sirens, although she is among the tribe, she seems to be in a silent prison forever, feeling that she is abnormal all the time.

Forever out of place.

One can never truly become one of them.

So, she left.

On a calm late night, he left quietly without leaving any message.

Freme began her journey, swimming in various sea areas and secretly learning other languages.

Use the current to return the fallen crew members to the shore, and hand over the treasures of the sunken ship to the adventurers who come to explore for treasures.

Guiding the way for lost ships in the mist, separating the warring beasts from each other——"

During that long journey, she met many people and gave them a lot of help, but in the end they all left.

Passed away because of years, fell into the bottom of the sea because of greed, hit the reef because of recklessness, died together because of anger...

No matter who it was, he failed to keep his agreement with her in the end.

Therefore, Freme did not believe in seeing each other again.

Every separation is a farewell to her.

"Then you don't have to think like that anymore."

Herbert shook his head, did not open his eyes, just closed his eyes and whispered softly: "I don't know about other people, but I will not live up to my agreement with you."

"Don't worry, I will definitely come back to see you - and it won't be long."

Even though I went out for a swim, it definitely wouldn't take too long and I would eventually come back here.

After all, this little box is his forever home.

Unfortunately, Herbert did not open his eyes at this time and missed the way Freme looked at him at this moment.

That gaze is as gentle as the lake and as calm and deep as the sea.

She gently fiddled with Herbert's hair with her fingertips and said slowly: "Then - can I really try to believe you?"

"You can always trust me. Come on, just like before, I make a promise to you."

He raised his right hand above his head, extended his little finger and waved it in front of Freme's eyes.

The Siren blinked hesitantly, then helplessly stretched out his little finger, lightly hooked it and shook it, "Okay, I believe you."

Although she didn't know where this was a unique ritual, and she felt a little childish before, she still chose to cooperate.

"Will you be in danger if you leave this time?"

"There may be a point. Some people don't want to see me go back, and they will definitely attack me secretly. Then it will surely cause a big storm, right?"

Herbert opened his eyes, raised his head and smiled: "But someone will be responsible for protecting my safety, so it doesn't matter, you don't have to worry about me."

The siren looked down at the young man's fearless expression. After a while, he shook his head and laughed, and said softly: "Storm?"

"Since you are about to face a storm, let me bless you..."

With a move of her fingers, the water under Herbert's body became active, gently lifting him out of the water and bringing him to her.

Herbert: Ah?

Fleme didn't explain, she reached out and held Herbert's head, kissed his forehead gently, and then whispered in a special tone:

"My fearless friend."

"May you remain brave and never be hurt by the storm."

The ancient language of the Siren triggered the rules, turned words into power, and merged into Herbert's soul.

Herbert's eyes widened and he looked at Freme with some confusion.

This time, after letting him go, Freme just smiled and said nothing, waved to him, and let the water take him away.

"Go, young warrior, please come back as promised, I'm waiting for you to sing with me."

She picked up the harp, continued to pluck the strings, and sang alone in the lonely space.

But this time, the ballad was no longer sad.

It was a ballad that meant reuniting with an old friend.

Waiting for you..-..-. to meet me again.

"I really just came to say goodbye this time, I didn't think of blessing in vain!"

After returning to the endless maze, Herbert scratched his head in confusion.

I really didn't want to do this this time!

"Well---she is a good person, and she took the initiative to bless me."

Freme was the last one. After saying goodbye to her, Herbert comforted all the monster girls this time.

Of course, most of them felt that Herbert was making a fuss after learning that they would leave within a few months.

What are you talking about?

For these legendary strong men of the immortal species, time that is not calculated in years or decades is not long at all.

Oh, there is also one who is reluctant to let Herbert leave.

To be more precise, she is reluctant to let his blood leave the coffin. The mimic monster Eliza is completely addicted to spicy food. She is almost at the point of withdrawal. She feels uncomfortable without eating for a day.

Eliza insisted on asking Herbert to leave her ten bottles of special holy blood to eat slowly on the grounds of her previous merits.

Her addicted look made Herbert sweat secretly, and even doubted whether there was any special ingredient in his blood. When Herbert walked to Valentina and was about to wake her up, she opened her eyes by herself, wrinkled her nose and said:

"You--you have a strong fishy smell on your body! Where have you been?"

She widened her eyes, carefully looked at the place with the strong smell, and stared at Herbert suspiciously.

What did you do?

Why is your face full of fishy smell?

Herbert: ! ! ?

"Yes, is there?"

"No! You smelled it wrong, haha! Haha—·cough."