Diary of the Improper Monster Girl Transformation

The monastery was quiet and peaceful under the night sky, and the gauze-like moonlight sprinkled from the stars, taking away the last trace of the daytime noise.

Only loneliness remained.

Silence and dead silence were the norm of this ancient building.

But at this moment, in one of the rooms here, a fierce battle that was incompatible with the surrounding atmosphere was taking place.

Click, click, click...

In the silent room, you can hear a pin drop, and you can clearly hear the subtle sounds of the gears inside the mechanical clock rubbing, turning, and colliding.

And the sound of the pen tip quickly crossing the paper.

Swish!

"..."

Herbert looked at his left hand holding the feather pen and dancing quickly on the paper with a wooden expression, leaving a string of gorgeous and evil words.

After his left hand stopped, he flipped through the heavy dictionary next to him and laboriously translated the words written by "himself".

"What."

"Afraid."

"You... Tsk!"

[What are you afraid of? 】

Looking at the translation he had finally deciphered, Herbert felt the teasing words in it, and his mouth couldn't help twitching. He wrote a rhetorical question with his right hand in annoyance.

"What are you afraid of? You don't know? Don't you know???"

Ha.

Look at your question, there is no technical content at all.

I didn't sleep in the middle of the night, playing with the pen fairy + the Ouija board and chatting with you.

What do you think I'm afraid of?

I must be afraid of you!

After several rounds of tests, Herbert's heart finally died. He had to accept the reality-he was not schizophrenic, but really met a ghost.

It's okay to have a gorgeous left-handed cursive handwriting, but it's impossible for me to master six or seven foreign languages ​​out of thin air.

Admit it!

I'm possessed by dirty things, and I'm no longer clean, woo woo...

Swish swish swish!

And after the text finally turned back to the common language, it wrote faster.

【You're not afraid of me, are you? 】

Not only did the other party not care about Herbert's slightly offensive yin-yang tone, but he even seemed to be more interested, and the joy almost burst out from the text.

[No way? No way? No way? ]

[You are a paladin! How can you be afraid of me? ]

Damn, this ghost is still a female ghost.

The two of them used the same pen to passionately confront each other for several rounds, and the offensive text art filled several blank papers.

Not long ago, when Herbert was reminded by the stigmata and found that his thoughts were silently influenced, he realized that there was a big problem-the seal under the monastery was out of control!

This world is not safe, evil gods, demons, evil things, devils, monsters... are full of various dangerous existences.

The original purpose of all monasteries was to seal and suppress those special existences that cannot be destroyed or killed.

Herbert didn't know what was sealed under the mist monastery, but he was sure that it was definitely not something he was qualified to solve now.

There was no need to face it alone. Herbert, who was very self-aware, wanted to ask for help from the outside world as soon as possible.

Just kidding.

This is the Misty Monastery where several legendary masters are in charge. Even if the sealed object comes out, it will not be his turn as a new Paladin to show his ability.

With the big guys here, all evil will be brought to justice!

I'm lucky to get some experience.

Unfortunately, the idea is good, but it's useless.

I want to call for help, but my throat can't make a sound, and even breathing is extremely difficult.

I want to knock on the door to make noise, but my palm becomes weak before touching it, and I can only touch it softly in the end.

After all the attempts failed, Herbert was guided to the desk by his "random left hand" and has been talking to the existence in the dark until now.

In the end, Herbert was the first to lose, raised the truce flag, and wrote a little tiredly:

"So, what do you want to do?"

After half a day of mutual spray, although Herbert still knew nothing about the other party's identity, he at least figured out one thing.

At least from the attitude revealed in his words at this moment, it is hard to say whether he has malice, but the other party does not seem to have any killing intention towards him.

Asking for help, he won't let me.

Asking for death, he won't let me.

Even begging for mercy, he won't let me!

No, you are forcing me to exchange letters with you!

Are you sick! ?

[Oh? You finally believe that I am not a figment of your mind? ]

"Believe, believe, believe, isn't it enough for me to believe? So, this great being, what do you want me to do?"

Herbert had seen too many tragedies caused by trusting others in his previous life.

Naturally, he would not believe that the other party was really just saying "I was lonely in the middle of the night and wanted to find someone to chat~" This kind of nonsense would take at least five days to hear.

Except for the closest relatives, all others who are extremely enthusiastic about you must have some plan for you, either for power, money, or beauty... There is no exception.

[It doesn't matter what I want to do, you will know it sooner or later. ]

[Hehe, it's you, the young paladin... Do you really want to understand the meaning of trading with the evil god? 】

【Are you really ready? 】

Evil God.

Herbert narrowed his eyes subconsciously after seeing this somewhat glaring word, and his expression became serious.

The gods of the evil camp, the real enemies of justice, will spread blood and fire in the mortal world, bringing endless death and pain. They are the existence that all paladins will want to eliminate at all costs.

After being silent for a long time, he finally raised his pen with a solemn face and slowly wrote down the biggest question in his mind at the moment——

"You evil god...are you serious?"

brush!

【? 】

Looking at the oversized question mark that filled half of the paper, Herbert curled his lips.

You see, it's urgent.

Not stable at all.

You, the evil god, are you not the god of harmony?

Let’s not talk about anything else. Let’s talk about who is so evil that he will keep people from sleeping in the middle of the night and force others to have passionate exchanges with him!

Perhaps because this sentence was too lethal, the evil boy was silent for a full minute.

[I understand, you still don’t believe it. 】

【good. 】

He said:

[I will let you experience for yourself the horror of the evil god! 】

Um?

Um? ? ?

A very bad premonition suddenly flashed through Herbert's heart, and he quickly said without bothering to write with a pen:

"Wait a minute! What are you going to do to me..."

Boom.

Before Herbert could finish speaking, his consciousness was suddenly interrupted and he hit his head on the desk.

He fell asleep.

That night, Herbert, who had not had a good sleep since arriving at Misty Abbey, fell into a deep sleep.

Moreover, he also had a dream.

A very obscene and absurd dream.

In his dream, he was surrounded by bewitching young ladies from dozens of races, and he conducted in-depth and simple academic research.

But just when the discussion reached its climax, those monster girls suddenly changed into something else!

"Wait, wait a minute!!?"

"No, no, no!"

"Don't come near me-"

"Don't come over here!"

"At least, not a goblin!"

"Mother can't do it either-"