Diary of the Improper Monster Girl Transformation

Early in the morning.

When Herbert walked out of the Third Discipline House, he happened to meet Brother Jeffs who was waiting at the door.

"Sir Herbert, a team is here to see you."

Jeffs, who was freed from the torture in the interrogation house, looked a little haggard, as if he had been skinned, but he also had a strange sense of relief.

He looked at the puzzled Herbert with a respectful look and whispered: "They claim to be the servants of the Albert family."

They came so fast!

This was Herbert's first thought after hearing the news.

He wrote a letter to the Grand Duke of Silver Wing to notify him of the money three days ago, and he received a reply and a package today.

Letters can be sent directly to the monastery through magic over long distances, but these living people can't.

Even if they can reach the nearest big city through the teleportation array, they need to walk for at least two and a half days to cross the dangerous Misty Mountains to reach the monastery.

This means that less than half a day after the Grand Duke of Silver Wing received the letter, they have assembled and set off.

Relying on the teleportation array, and then crossing mountains and ridges, rushing to your side.

So, crossing mountains and ridges to rush to you.

Touched?

Touched!

Herbert just felt strange about their behavior.

No, why are you in a hurry?

I didn't rush you... Why are you in a hurry!

After thinking for a moment, the second thought came to him-he was so anxious.

"My dear father, you are really anxious."

Thinking of the arranger behind this team of hurried marches, Herbert couldn't help shaking his head and sighing: "What are you doing? Trying so hard to ease the relationship between you and me?"

"But I'm a little curious, are you worried that I'm not doing well in the monastery?"

"Or are you worried that I will come back, and want to try to appease and control me through this thing?"

For a good father who has not cared about him for a whole month since he came to the monastery, Herbert will first put a question mark on this issue.

"Well, for the sake of this thing, I'll just assume it's the former."

Thinking about this, Herbert came to the guest room under the guidance of Jeffs and met the visitor waiting there.

He was a tall warrior who was more than two meters tall, with brown curly hair and a simply trimmed beard on his face.

He stood up straight the moment he saw Herbert, then knelt on one knee, bowed his head and saluted respectfully, saying: "Your Highness."

Herbert looked at the man's face and thought for half a second, found his name from his memory, nodded and said: "... Blake, it's been a long time since I saw him."

Blake Jones, an elite warrior trained by the Albert family, was less than 40 years old, and his strength had reached the early stage of the high-level axe warrior.

For a long time in the past, he had been serving as the guard of the Duke's heir.

It can be said that Herbert grew up under his care.

Blake raised his head and looked at the back of Herbert's hand. Looking at the golden lines, he whispered with mixed emotions: "Your Highness, you have really become..."

"Well, as you can see."

Herbert knew what he cared about, raised his hand to show the holy marks, and said calmly: "I have made a vow to become a paladin."

"If the lady was still here, she would know about this, I'm afraid she would... No, sorry." Blake lowered his head hurriedly after speaking out of turn, fearing that he would touch Herbert's wound.

"...It's okay."

When mentioning his mother in this life, Herbert's reaction was a little flat, and only a few memories flashed through his mind.

The sadness of his mother's death did make him sad. Even at this moment, he could still feel the pain and loneliness at that time.

But now that things have come to this point, ten years have passed, and he has become accustomed to this pain.

Herbert shook his head, not wanting to recall the past, and deliberately changed the subject:

"By the way, why did you suddenly come here? Do you want to become a monk too?"

He raised his eyebrows, thinking of some interesting things in the past, and chuckled and teased: "I remember, didn't you always say that you wanted to marry three wives?"

"Ahem! Your Highness, you, you are joking."

Blake was a little embarrassed when this was pointed out. His eyes fell on the expressionless monk Jeffs behind Herbert, and he said with a stiff face:

"I was just joking..."

I was just bragging, why did you take it seriously!

"Is that so."

Herbert chuckled and said leisurely: "I was thinking of arranging it for you in the future, but now it seems that there is no need to be so troublesome."

Blake:?

"Your Highness! That, I! I can do it!"

"Ahem!!!"

Jeffs behind the two couldn't stand it anymore, coughed and took the initiative to leave: "Sir Herbert, since you have already met, I will leave first."

"Well, Brother Jeffs, thank you for your hard work, please go and do your work."

"Goodbye."

After the outsiders left, Blake's expression was slightly restrained. He carefully looked up and down at Herbert before saying in a low voice: "Your Highness, I am relieved to see that you are okay."

He thought Herbert would have a hard time in the monastery, but now it seems that he has successfully integrated here?

Nothing?

Herbert wanted to laugh after hearing this word, and shook his head and said: "Haha, maybe that's how you think."

If you knew what I went through?

You wouldn't think I was fine.

If you knew what I went through?

You wouldn't have such an expression now.

You don't know.

You don't know anything!

It's fine?

Ha.

How dare you use such a frivolous word?

Am I fine?

Do you think that after being wrongly imprisoned, forced to come to the monastery, and ostracized to be a jailer...

After going through so much, will I really feel good! ! ?

Yes.

Yes!

I really can't say that I'm fine now, I'm just-having a good life~

I either rely on my authority to influence the monster girls in charge, or I'm being pulled into my department by two superiors to be promoted...I live a very comfortable life.

Do you understand my happiness?

You won't understand.

Because my happiness is beyond your imagination!

Blake certainly didn't know what Herbert was really thinking. After hearing this, he just felt that he was pretending to be strong, and he actually suffered a lot in the monastery.

He couldn't help but feel distressed.

Especially after thinking of the strange attitude of the Grand Duke of Silver Wing at that time, he felt even more distressed.

But as a retainer, there were some things he couldn't say, he was not qualified to say, and he absolutely couldn't say.

In the end, Blake could only say in a low voice:

"Your Highness, you have suffered."

While Blake was struggling, Herbert had been silently observing his reaction. At this moment, he had some guesses in his heart-the Duke's attitude towards him was probably not positive.

He shook his head and said calmly:

"There's no need to talk about these things, let's talk about business."