Diary of the Improper Monster Girl Transformation

In the dark and dark, there was a strange sound coming from the coffin.

(Click.)

It seemed like someone was tapping it gently, or someone was scratching it with polished nails.

There was someone in the coffin.

And a living person!

At this moment, under the influence of the surrounding environment, Herbert couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and take a breath.

"Hiss!"

He swallowed his saliva, and whispered with trembling lips: "Yes, there is a zongzi."

It's bad.

The tomb robber encountered a zongzi!

Herbert wanted to run away directly... Of course, there was no such thing.

Of course there was a living thing in the coffin, well, it seems that it is also okay to say that it is a dead thing?

Who knows how to classify vampires?

At this time, Herbert couldn't guess that the coffin in front of him belonged to the second prisoner imprisoned in the Prison of No Light.

Obviously, the great wizard Sfannie who secretly controlled the road to the Prison of No Light did not want to see him.

Compromised.

But he didn't give up completely, and only compromised a little.

Sifanny didn't want to see anyone, so she pushed another roommate out as a shield.

[Bloodfaller], [Parricide], [Prince of Blood Hatred] - Eliza Fate

A vicious alien who has no famous achievements or records in the human world, and was imprisoned just for the title of "Vampire Prince".

Herbert looked at the Gothic-style black iron coffin and felt a little emotional: "Vampire Prince... This name sounds like a fantasy world."

Like "I was forced to quit the team and awakened the blood princess who had been sleeping for three hundred years in the dungeon", "I can't be a hero because I was obsessed with the vampire prince"...

Don't worry about whether the content is reliable, but in short, if the name is long enough, someone will want to read it - I want to see what's written with such a long name!

(Click.)

"Well, it shouldn't be as ridiculous as in the novels. I don't know what her personality will be like. Is she easy to deceive... Is she easy to talk to?"

(Click!)

"What if she is also an autistic child like Sfanny? Wouldn't it be difficult for me to conquer this area?"

(Click, click...)

Herbert thought for a while, and suddenly thought of something. He looked back at the motionless coffin and tilted his head in confusion.

"Eh? So slow."

"I've been waiting for her for a long time, why hasn't she come out yet? Isn't she shy?"

After watching silently for a while, when there was no sound in the coffin, Herbert finally confirmed something very important.

It seems that this vampire doesn't want to come out, but really can't come out.

Is he too weak?

Dongdong.

Herbert knocked on the coffin again and asked tentatively: "Um, do you need help?"

In response, there was a series of knocks.

(Click, click, click...)

From the frequency of the knocks, it can be heard that the person inside is really anxious.

Although the vampire did not speak, Herbert has already heard a series of calls-help me! Help me! Help me!

"Okay."

From the current situation, the first meeting between the two may not be as legendary as in fantasy stories.

But from another perspective, it is also very legendary.

Have you ever seen the hero of a story help the heroine dig a grave?

Hello girl, I am your gravedigger!

Herbert did intend to help, but a new problem came with it.

"By the way, how can I help you?"

He looked at the black iron coffin that was more than three meters long and at least two meters wide, and then looked at his little arms and legs, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

"Push? Or pull? Or lift?"

Friend, is your coffin a sliding lid? Or a flip lid?

Herbert pushed hard for a long time before the coffin lid barely moved, revealing an extremely small gap.

The gap was really small, only a few millimeters wide, and the sword blade could only be inserted into it.

Herbert hesitated for a moment, but still did not use his sword as a crowbar.

That operation was a bit too extravagant.

I'd better wait until I find a real physical holy sword...

Just as Herbert was about to leave to update his equipment, the vampire who had been silent for a long time finally spoke:

"...blood."

"Give me...blood."

A very weak voice floated out from the gap in the coffin, and Herbert got goose bumps just by listening to it.

"Help me, give me blood..."

An ancient existence called out softly from the coffin, trying to get people from the outside world to give her a little help.

"Help me!"

"Drop blood on it!"

"Save me!"

"I will definitely repay you..."

The woman's voice was ageless, and the only sound left in the ears was hoarse and difficult, like two pieces of sandpaper rubbing against each other, which made people feel creepy.

But at the same time, the voice seemed to have a strange magic that made Herbert want to do what she said involuntarily.

[Draw the sword! ]

[Drop blood into the coffin! ]

The vampire didn't say it clearly, but these three voices kept echoing in Herbert's heart, bewitching him.

"..."

Gradually, the expression on Herbert's face disappeared, and his eyes were indifferent.

He raised his hand and pressed on the hilt of the sword, slowly pulling it out of the scabbard.

Sand——

The vampire seemed to have heard the voice from the outside world, knowing that it was the most critical moment, and increased the intensity of the call.

"Come!"

"Come and help me!"

"Good boy, come quickly...ah!!"

The person in the coffin cried out in surprise.

Because the mortal did walk to the coffin with a sword as she thought, but did not cut his wrists according to her instructions.

Instead... he stabbed the sword into the gap of the coffin!

Clang——

The sharp blade stabbed straight into her chest without deviation!

"Cough!?"

Unexpectedly, the little blood left was coughed out of her mouth, and Eliza quickly sucked it back halfway.

My blood!

The already weak vampire became even more listless, with question marks all over his mind.

No, how did he do it?

The vampire couldn't help it and asked: "You, what are you doing?"

In response, Herbert curled his lips and responded as a matter of course: "Don't you need blood? Am I not helping you?"

Damn it!

What I want is your blood!

I didn't ask you to help me like this! ?

Until this moment, Eliza had never doubted her hypnotic ability, but just felt that this mortal's brain circuit was not normal.

But Herbert didn't plan to act anymore.

Just cooperate for a while, it would be boring to act too much.

He said directly: "Miss Vampire, do you know? We could have communicated well, but you chose to stimulate me."

The second thing Herbert hates now is "others trying to control his mind", which ranks only after "being crushed".

This is intolerable.

When Eliza hesitated, Herbert said indifferently: "By the way, don't you want my blood?"

"Okay."

"I'll give it to you."

Herbert grabbed the blade stuck in the gap!

Tsk——