Diary of Guarding Monster Girls-Chapter 396 - 267 As I Wish (4K, Additional 82, 83)_2

If it weren’t for Herbert’s "help" pointing out her state, Luhier knew she might still be wandering in the endless darkness and confusion.

Once, in the distant past, on the day of her downfall, she made a solemn vow—"I want to bring down the blazing sun."

This cannot even be called a vow, merely an absurd wish to the extreme.

Nothing more than a daydream.

A creature created by the Divine Spirit actually desires the death of its creator?

How utterly ridiculous.

Yet at that time, Luhier resolutely made that vow.

Even with no hope, even if it’s impossible, she still wanted to strive for that goal.

Back then, she was full of passion and faith, firmly believing she could achieve that goal.

However, as time passed, she gradually lost herself on the path of pursuing her vow.

Those once crystal clear goals became blurred amidst the constant pursuit and kill from her former companions.

All that remained in her heart was killing.

Kill all the pursuers, kill all the followers of the burning sun!

Day after day, year after year.

It was a period of blurry memory stained with blood.

It wasn’t until she came to Mist Monastery at His Excellency’s invitation that she got a breather, taking a hundred years to gradually recover from her homicidal frenzy.

But upon recovering, she also forgot much.

She remembered her resistance to the blazing sun but forgot to think about what she hated it for.

It was only after Herbert’s reminder that she finally recalled what she was supposed to do.

Think.

Not just the empty thoughts spoken aloud, but truly finding a viable way to realign the blazing sun.

"As my repayment for all this, whatever Herbert may wish, I shall do as you desire."

As long as you need, I will not let you down.

Luhier’s words were wholly sincere, without a trace of falsehood.

However, the young man’s reaction was not what she anticipated.

"Oh?"

Upon hearing her reasoning, Herbert paused slightly, then let out a gentle "oh," the sound drawn out as if digesting everything Luhier had said.

Next, the young man slowly nodded, each nod deliberate, as if weighing and considering this reason, murmuring to himself:

"I see."

His gaze fell on Luhier, and his deep eyes were filled with tranquility, with a hint of playfulness, making it difficult to grasp his true thoughts.

He silently observed the fallen angel exhibiting a humble demeanor in front of him, feeling an unusual emotion rise within him.

Luhier carried an air of mystery and pride, mingled with a tragic beauty of struggling in her fall.

Her current humble and submissive demeanor made that complex allure even more pronounced.

But what truly piqued Herbert’s interest was not this captivating allure.

Herbert raised his hand, his movement gentle and slow, as if afraid to disturb the person before him, and let it fall gently on the fallen angel’s black wings.

His fingers softly stroked the soft and delicate feathers, feeling the unique sensation at his fingertips, as if exploring a rare treasure.

This gentle gesture caused Luhier to feel somewhat unnatural, but she did not flee, merely shivered her wings awkwardly.

After playing for a moment, Herbert chuckled softly, and his laughter was warm yet had an air of casualness: "Instead of apologies and thanks, I hope for other reasons."

"Not for me, but for yourself."

"Can you think again?"

For myself?

Luhier, who had her head bowed, raised it in confusion upon hearing this, her clear eyes full of puzzlement, looking straight at Herbert.

I have no enmity with other prisoners, why should I stop them?

She tried to find the answer from Herbert’s expression, only to see him smiling, a smile as warm and mysterious as the spring sun.

After staring at each other for a few seconds, a sudden light flashed in Luhier’s mind, like lightning cutting through the dark night sky.

!!!

Luhier suddenly understood the deeper meaning of Herbert’s words.

She rose slowly, her posture elegant and upright, walking with light steps to Herbert’s front.

She leaned forward slightly, gently encircling Herbert with her arms, carefully holding him in her embrace.

Luhier lowered her head, her lips close to Herbert’s ear, her voice as gentle as a breeze rustling through leaves, softly whispering:

"You’re right, it shouldn’t be for such reasons."

"I’m doing it because I want to, I want to help you."

In that moment, the air in the Sanctuary seemed to freeze, all the hymns of the fallen came to an abrupt halt, as if time itself paused.

Her words were filled with genuine emotion, a desire stemming from the depths of her heart.

Luhier finally noticed.

Thought, will, her own ideas.

Nothing else mattered.

Not apology or gratitude.

Solely from her own will.

She wanted to stand by Herbert and offer him support and help.

And so, she did.

It’s that simple.

"Haha, you truly figured it out."

Herbert felt the warmth from Luhier’s embrace, hearing her gentle whispers by his ear, his heart filled with admiration.

This child, she truly understands things instantly.

The always enigmatic fallen angel revealing such a straightforward and sincere side was quite unexpected, giving him an inexplicable sense of accomplishment.

A student not beyond teaching.

It took hardly any effort to teach, much better compared to a certain giant dragon... cough.

After a while, Herbert slowly opened his eyes, gently patting Luhier’s back to signal her to release him.

Luhier gradually let go of Herbert, and the two shared a smile, their distance seeming to have mysteriously shortened in that instant.

Herbert could feel that he had taken another significant step towards breaking through the Wall of the Heart surrounding Luhier.

Seizing the atmosphere, he asked, "By the way, Luhier, may I ask you a favor?"

...

...

Molten Hell.

Miss Devil was half-reclining on her throne, looking bored as she stared at the dome.

"So~ bo~red~—"

Ever since she couldn’t go and casually pester Flora to cause her chaos, Kreti had lost much entertainment.

Though in the past, she would get beaten badly after pestering Flora, it seemed a bit counterproductive, but it remained one of the few ways to kill time in the life of a prisoner.

While that guy was around, he was indeed annoying, but he was also quite talkative.

He could chat about topics that ordinary mortals or even nobles were not skilled at.

Herbert had brought those noble souls last time, which Kreti had grown bored of.

"I’ve seen those guys’ soul memories over and over a dozen times, and I really don’t want to see their mess at the gala anymore..."

Fallen, bloody, crazed...those individuals had fair qualities, aligning with her taste.

But one tastes, sees too much of even an interesting thing and loses interest.

"What Herbert told me to search for, there’s not much of value, just one bit about a slave trade path related to the Dark Territory that might be useful."

Kreti muttered, contemplating how to bargain with Herbert.

"Tsk, I hope that guy comes back soon, I’m really bored! Tsk, should I test that damned Demon?"

What if I just probed a little, she probably wouldn’t directly flip out, right?

Just as Kreti yawned, ready to risk being suspended and beaten by pestering Flora, a clear and gentle voice called from behind.

"Did you just mention the Dark Territory?"

Kreti:?

Miss Devil lit up her eyes, suddenly turned her head, and exclaimed in surprise:

"Haha! You’re finally back! Do you know how long I waited for you... hiss, what’s with your look?"

She saw the youth before her was covered with black feathers sticking all over him, and she couldn’t help but blink.

Eh?

What on earth is this!!?