Diary of the Improper Monster Girl Transformation

"Along with the Misty Mountains, there is also a temple made of the bones of various races. In it stands an icon of a girl bowing her head in prayer."

"It is difficult for gods to completely fall, especially those ancient gods who were born from the origin of the world."

"Death is not the end for them. They are always waiting for a time. When the time is right, they can be resurrected again."

"However, the ancient god's resurrection plan failed in the end, and all his power was suppressed by the icon."

"In the end, the saint turned everything about herself into this holy statue, suppressing the god all day long and not giving him a chance to recover."

"And the Mist Monastery was established for this purpose, to inherit the saint's legacy, guard the seal, and not give this ancient god any chance."

The Archbishop looked up at the church space, which had changed over time and no longer looked like the original ferocious skeletons, and nodded slightly.

Soon.

It's almost complete success.

"It is estimated that in another thousand years, He will completely die and merge into the Sea of ​​Chaos."

"..."

Herbert frowned. After hearing the epic story, he was really shocked and amazed by the feats of that peerless fierce woman.

But the story sounded right to him, and he always felt that something was not quite right.

But at the same time, he also thought of a key point.

"Your Majesty the Archbishop, is there any hidden secret in this?"

"oh?"

Herbert squinted his eyes and carefully observed the posture of the icon, unable to feel any pain and struggle from it.

She most likely did this voluntarily.

"If the Saint was able to suppress the Ancient God after her death, why wasn't she completely eliminated at that time?"

If I guessed correctly, the Saint had the upper hand in that battle.

You are really fierce...

"You actually noticed that."

The old man nodded in approval, then shook his head and sighed: "Just as you thought, the Saint finally suppressed the ancient god and could completely digest him and completely replace him."

As long as she takes one more step forward, she can seize everything from the ancient gods, ignite the divine fire, hold the divine throne high, and completely ascend to the sky.

But she gave up and refused to become a god.

"The saint didn't do this. On the one hand, it was because she was unwilling to become a god. On the other hand, maybe it was because of her fraternity."

"For this saint who loves all things in the world, even the evil ancient god can probably be saved."

Herbert was silent.

Is this the saint who softened her heart at the last moment and turned into the Virgin?

But he really didn't think that a being who had the courage to enter the Kingdom of God would change his mind at the last moment for such a ridiculous reason as "a moment of weakness".

Did she discover something at the last minute?

"Kid, don't think too much."

When Herbert was thinking wildly, the archbishop's voice once again woke him up from his confusion.

"This is her fate."

"Saint Ninasha, because of her love that could be called lust, made her voluntarily walk on that road full of blood and thorns."

"She saves all sentient beings, and ultimately meets her end in the process of saving."

"This is her love, a love that can be called twisted."

"For her - love is salvation."

"Whether it is for the saved or the rescuer, it is a redemption."

The moment he heard this, Herbert's mind couldn't help but recall the murmur of the God of Harmony with some annoyance and mockery:

【"Love is a curse."】

He regards the love of all beings as a curse and attributes all sins to it.

This view is obviously contrary to the thoughts of Saint Ninasha, but Herbert has a vague feeling that the two seem to be related.

The two have the same origin, but are mutually exclusive.

So, now that "Saint Ninasha" is completely dead, what happened to the "Goddess of Harmony Ninasha" I know?

Is he the resurrected saint? Or is he an ancient god who stole someone else's name?

Or... both?

So, my dear ally, who are you?

After thinking silently for a long time, Herbert suppressed all his thoughts and looked at the old man who had been watching him quietly.

"Your Excellency, Archbishop, I don't understand. Why...why do you want to tell me this matter?"

Didn’t you come to me to ask questions?

Why are you telling a story?

The archbishop shook his head and did not answer his question directly. Instead, he asked: "Child, after listening to this story, what do you think?"

"Impressions..."

Coming.

Herbert narrowed his eyes, knowing that the real critical turning point had arrived, and his next answer would affect all future developments.

"..."

After a moment, Herbert took a deep breath, straightened his waist, and looked directly into the old man's eyes.

He calmly said the treacherous and depraved words that should never be said to others in the monastery.

He said:

"I think that monsters... are not all evil."

"They are aliens, not heretics."

This is blasphemy.

"They can also be trusted."

Once again he made his point.

"Among the images you showed me, one image left a deep impression on me."

"Among the followers behind the saint, there are not only humans, but also a large number of monsters, but they did not hurt each other, but worked together and cooperated."

"So, as long as the conditions are right, monsters can also be controlled and used by us."

This is the word of depravity.

He is questioning the correctness of the scriptures.

Herbert knows.

This is a risk, and if it is not done well, it will be irreparable.

He also knows this.

But he still has to say it.

Boom boom boom...

The heart beats wildly in his chest, and the adrenaline surges, making him enter a state of excitement.

Herbert is gambling.

His intuition tells him that the archbishop has told him so many stories on purpose, and he must have something special to say to him.

And it must be very unusual.

"Your Excellency the Archbishop...Is my idea wrong?"

The church fell into an unbearable silence again.

For a long time, when Herbert was somewhat suspicious that he had made a wrong bet, the old man with white hair and beard laughed softly.

He nodded with satisfaction and whispered, "Child, you are kind and brave."

"Because of your kindness, you will think about the situation of the monsters and pity the innocent and weak among them."

"Because of your courage, you will ask me at the risk of being severely punished..."

At this point, the old man also asked jokingly, "Child, aren't you afraid of being burned at the stake?"

"I'm not afraid!"

Other punishments are fine, but burning at the stake...

Hehe↓Hehe↑

If you want to say this, then I'm really not afraid.

If you have the guts, burn me to death!

I am the joy of fire.

Herbert stood straight, his eyes were firm, he clenched his fists, and said in a deep voice:

"If burning me at the stake can make others reflect, I am willing to go to the flames for those innocent people who have been persecuted!"