Diary of the Improper Monster Girl Transformation

"No, no..."

The next morning, when Herbert struggled to escape from his dream, he still spoke words that made him feel sad and empty.

"Not even a minotaur, there are cows, there are cows!"

"Don't, don't...ha!"

Herbert finally woke up, opened his eyes suddenly, and quickly covered his mouth.

"啕——"

He held the table and retched for a long time, trying to vomit out those horrific memories together with last night's dry bread.

Is it scary?

Yes, it's scary.

It took a while for Herbert to recover, and he hid those taboo images in the deepest part of his memory.

This evil god... is too dark! ?

Just as Herbert kept accusing the evil god of evil with tears in his eyes, a color that shouldn't appear here flashed in his peripheral vision.

Um?

"What's this?"

Herbert looked down and saw that the back of his hand was intertwined with the stigmata, outlining pink lines in the shape of a strange love, and a huge question mark appeared above his head.

?

Hey, don’t tell me, this gadget looks a bit familiar!

I seem to have seen a lot of them on the hard drive...

Goo.

"...Yin, uh, silver streaks?"

No, this is wrong!

This thing shouldn't appear on men! ! ?

People can’t, at least they shouldn’t!

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Ciallo～(∠・ω\u003c)⌒☆

I went into the sea today and became a succubus!

Clang!

Succubus Paladin Oh!

The kind that eats everything~

Please also support me and do more -

"...Tsk!"

After going crazy in his head for a long time, Herbert's consciousness finally returned to normal.

He squinted his eyes and stared silently at the back of his hand. At this moment, those pink lines had long since disappeared, and no matter what method he used to stimulate them, they did not reappear.

But he knew very clearly and understood with absolute certainty that the scene just now was definitely not an illusion caused by getting up early and falling asleep. Those things were always there!

Not on the body, but deeply engraved on one's soul.

Why is Herbert so sure?

Because he just experienced this feeling yesterday.

right.

It’s the feeling of receiving blessings after taking an oath!

Good news, he has new blessings.

Bad news is not given by the righteous God.

He was generously blessed by an unknown evil god, and his body was marked by the other party - let's call it a magic mark.

Hey!

The evil god beat me to my knees, and he must have wanted me to become a star wrath force!

Less than half a day after becoming a Paladin, Herbert unfortunately became a lackey of the evil god. He achieved good results in half a day in the challenge of firm faith.

"What is this? Forced love..."

Herbert scratched his hair with a headache.

No, buddy, you are hurting me!

No one heard Herbert's screams - because he didn't dare to cry out and kept silently dropping little pearls in his heart.

A gentleman is careful to be alone. Walls have ears.

After realizing that he was likely to become a lackey of the evil god, Herbert immediately changed his position to a criminal suspect, focusing on adaptive caution.

Herbert sniffed hard to prevent the hot tears from falling from the corners of his eyes.

It's not enough to be tortured by a pure protector, but now there's an evil god blessing... What's going on?

Bitter.

My life is miserable!

After once again bemoaning his misfortune, Herbert regained his composure.

After a lifetime of bad luck in his previous life, his spirit had long been accustomed to all kinds of sudden hardships.

No matter what happens, as long as you don't die, life must go on.

"Next, there are only two ways."

Continue to stick to the Paladin route and report yourself to your superiors?

As a paladin, the most important thing he should do at this moment is to seek help from the higher-ups of the monastery and let them deal with what happened to him.

But to be honest, Herbert was hesitant.

Reporting yourself can certainly clear yourself of suspicion, but it also completely puts the power of your life and death in the hands of others.

What's more, can I really trust these ascetic monks?

The cases of the macho ancestors in the scriptures are extremely dazzling, constantly reminding Herbert what kind of ending will happen if he does this.

This group of ascetic monks seems to be in peace with the world on weekdays, but when it comes to fighting against evil, they are never good men and women. They all adhere to the radical style of "eliminate evil to the fullest, and would rather kill ten thousand by mistake than let one go!"

The kind that even extremists find too radical.

It would be best if the evil god's protection on one's body could be removed, and everyone would be happy.

But what if...can't?

At that time, I am afraid that what is waiting for me is either death or endless prison.

Herbert turned his head and looked at himself in the mirror, seeing his haggard face after being tortured by nightmares all night.

I also saw the unwillingness hidden in the light gray eyes.

Either death or imprisonment, no matter what the outcome is, it is not what he wants.

He's not a true paladin.

At least at this moment, he has not yet realized the sacrifice of sacrificing himself for order and justice.

Now that the ideas are all sorted out, the choice to make is clear.

"Go to the sea!"

Herbert picked up the pen and wrote quickly, paying tribute to the unknown existence.

"I have been wandering for half my life, and I only regret that I have not met a wise master. If you don't abandon me, I am willing to worship you as my adoptive father!"

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The evil god did not respond.

No matter what Herbert wrote on the paper, he would not reply.

I don't know if he was pretending to be cool or if he couldn't respond.

"... Can I only go online after midnight?" Herbert had some guesses in his mind, and could only accept the other party's unreliable disappearance helplessly.

In order not to attract attention and avoid other people's eyes, Herbert did not go anywhere after burning the chat records, and went straight back to his job early in the morning.

Although he didn't really want to go back so early.

Sure enough, at the moment when the prison door was pushed open, a full-blooded curse rushed out from Zhongshan like a tsunami, setting off a wave of air.

"!!!"

The mad dog lady who was kicked yesterday had been waiting for a long time, and she started with zero frames and output as much as she could.

After being teased, Valentina wanted to let it go, but the more she thought about it, the angrier she got. She was so angry that she was full of blood.

She had been thinking about the words for the whole night, and now she vented them all in one go.

"***!"

It was so refreshing and straightforward.

Herbert, who was scolded, did not speak back, but just smiled and waited silently for a long time.

Seeing that she had finally finished speaking, he took off the simple earplugs that had been inserted into her ears.

"Are you satisfied?"

You can speak, I can't hear you.

As long as I can't hear you, my family will not be hurt.

Valentina:?

"You are fucking kidding me!? You actually... huh?"

Valentina, who was furious, took a deep breath and was about to continue the second round of speaking, but at this time her nose moved subconsciously, and then her vicious expression suddenly froze.

Eh?

Her eyes gradually widened, and her vertical pupils gradually spread out and became round, which looked a little cute.

Herbert blinked, not knowing what she was thinking, ready to put the earplugs back on at any time.

"You, what are you doing..."

She stared at Herbert for a long time, sniffed again and again, and finally said in shock:

"You smell so good!"

Herbert: Huh?