Diary of Guarding Monster Girls-Chapter 583 - 337 Whoever Comes It’s the Same (4.2K, First Update)_2

So to speak... doesn't basically everyone in the upper ranks know he's being negligent here?

Is it really okay?

Herbert thought about it and couldn't help but ask.

The Chief Judge appeared quite calm in response.

"What's the problem?"

He sneered, laughing in a rather roguish manner, saying: "Hey, with him inside, what's the point of having someone guarding the door?"

"There's no point!"

"Just tell me, who would dare to cause trouble here?"

"Is it the Apostle of the Evil God? Or the angel under them? Even if it's an avatar personally controlled by the Evil God, unless they show up in person, what's the difference to that gentleman?"

"There isn't any!"

When talking about the Archbishop's strength, the Chief Judge became quite enthusiastic, as if boasting about himself, and he loudly proclaimed: "No matter who, anyone daring to come here is destined to have only one outcome!"

"Whoever comes, it's all the same!"

Herbert listened to the Chief Judge's words, deep in thought, but mostly nodding with skepticism.

He believed in the Archbishop's great power, but is it really that strong?

Before truly witnessing it, Herbert temporarily held onto his doubts.

And the Chief Judge clearly noticed the skepticism in Herbert's eyes, grinned: "Don't believe it? Haha! I knew you'd be doubtful."

?

Herbert raised his eyebrows in surprise and raised his hand: "Uh, I'm not..."

"It's fine! That's normal!"

The Chief Judge waved his hand nonchalantly, shouting out loud: "When I was young, I didn't quite believe it either, thinking it was just an exaggerated praise by others about the Archbishop!"

"But later, when I truly witnessed the Archbishop's actions, I finally understood his strength!"

He seemed to recall the grand scene from back then, his entire being dazed for a moment, and it took a long pause before he shook his head with emotion: "He's already so powerful in the outside world, not to mention here!"

"You should know, here is equivalent to the Archbishop's... cough cough cough!"

Halfway through his boasting, the Chief Judge suddenly realized he misspoke, coughed violently to forcefully change the topic.

He looked back with some guilt, relieved only after confirming the presence inside didn't pay attention to his mistake.

Phew!

"...cough cough, anyway, just rest assured! As long as the Archbishop is here, nothing unexpected will happen."

After boasting for so long, the Chief Judge finally calmed down, pressed both hands on Herbert's shoulders, and said solemnly: "So, whether I'm asleep or not makes no difference!"

"Herbert, do you understand?"

Being firmly held by the big hands, Herbert frowned, attempted to struggle, and then nodded helplessly.

"...Mm."

At this moment, he finally understood.

This person, as the Chief Judge responsible for penalties in the Monastery, is knowingly breaking the law!

To make his "negligence" appear reasonable, the Chief Judge went through all this trouble spinning such a big tale.

So, should it be reported?

Report what?

Report to whom?

Report the Chief Judge's dereliction in the Judgement Hall?

Don't be ridiculous.

Or should I go to the Knight Order and ask the Knight Commander to deliver justice?

The Knight Commander might interfere, but likely, it would just end up with some verbal sparring... and being held as a grudge by the Chief Judge.

Will the Archbishop, who truly has a say in this, come forward to deal with it?

Probably not.

If he would, could the Chief Judge still sleep so blatantly?

The Guardian could manage, but it seems she's more keen on watching the show.

Forget it, it has nothing much to do with me anyway.

Let the child sleep if he wants to sleep.

Seeing Herbert so understanding, the Chief Judge nodded contentedly, released his grip, and laughed: "Haha! That's more like it!"

Good lad, truly sensible!

Although born of nobility, much better than that Malcolm character.

After expressing his emotions, the Chief Judge recalled the unfinished business: "Oh, right, you came just in time, I haven't finished talking with you..."

"Wait."

Herbert raised his hand, interrupting the Chief Judge's droning, and smiled apologetically, saying helplessly: "Chief Judge, please wait a moment, I came this time because the Archbishop summoned me, I must report to him first."

"No matter who it is, don't mind... uh!"

The Chief Judge's expression stalled, wanting Herbert to ignore other matters and chat longer with him but quickly bowed his head honestly: "You're talking about the Archbishop?"

"Yes, summoned." The young man bowed respectfully.

"Cough cough! Cough, why didn't you say so earlier!"

The Chief Judge coughed emphatically, laughed heartily: "Hahaha, you better go meet him first then."

"Definitely don't keep him waiting!"

Anyone else could wait, but that's a big-shot.

Though unwilling, the Chief Judge honestly stepped aside to clear the path—this wasn't cowardice, just respect for the Archbishop!

As Herbert entered the Sanctuary, the Chief Judge stubbornly said, "Then when you come out later, don't rush off!"

"Mm-mm, if there are no unexpected incidents, I surely will stay." Herbert obediently replied.

Clack.

When the doors closed, Herbert stepped into the Sanctuary.

This time, returning to the Sanctuary, Herbert didn't encounter the previous 'tests', ending up right before the elder silently sitting there.

Herbert looked at the Archbishop, silent for a moment.

He couldn't match the seemingly kind elder in front of him with the terrifyingly powerful entity described by the Chief Judge.

Although he previously saw through the attitude of the Ice and Snow Goddess when the Divine Hall was invaded, Herbert still found it hard to reconcile.

He couldn't associate the Archbishop with the terrifying Saint.

In the Chief Judge's mouth, what kind of existence has the Archbishop become?

The strongest Saint, human god, comparable to deity... such exaggerated descriptions make it hard not to overthink.

And while Herbert pondered quietly without initiating conversation, the elder, growing somewhat impatient, actually opened his eyes proactively.

He looked at the young man before him, chuckled while nodding, and asked amiably: "Oh? Why have you come?"

Herbert nearly lost his composure at these words, his mouth twitching uncontrollably, gritting his teeth: "Yeah, how did I come... truly odd!"

How did I come?

Do you really not know?

You definitely know.

Weren't I just dragged here by you?

Old Deng, are you playing dumb!?

"Hehe."

The elder met the young man's disdainful gaze with a chuckle, pointed to the seat beside him, smiled: "Since you're here, don't rush to speak of other things, sit with me for a while, just thought of a past amusing story."

Not just thought of.

Herbert gave the Archbishop a sidelong look, coldly laughing inwardly.

Old Deng, you've likely been preparing this story since I left last time, right?

But, although understanding in his heart, Herbert still sat obediently beside—a prime example of being sensible and obedient.

No point in resistance, might as well listen to the story.

Moreover, Herbert was mostly interested in those past 'amusing stories' the Archbishop recounted.

Those ancient legend stories, presented vividly through a rare alternate perspective before him.

After all, not everyone could become the protagonist of epic stories. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

And the elder before him, not only a protagonist, possibly the protagonist among protagonists, legend among legends.

A casual anecdote from him might be more magnificent than what others pursue all their lives.

"..."

After quietly listening to the story for a while, Herbert suddenly asked: "Sir, did you ever encounter the God of Sinful Desire back then?"

"The God of Sinful Desire?"

The Archbishop visibly paused at the question, hesitated a moment, and asked: "Wait, are you referring to which Sinful Desire? The current one? Or the past one?"

"If you ask about the current God of Sinful Desire, I haven't had much interaction or talked with them."

"But if you're asking about the previous God of Sinful Desire, I am quite familiar."

The elder stroked his beard, sighed: "Back during that god-slaughtering war, I was one of the... well, witnesses."

Herbert: ???

"Huh?"

What?

Wait, when did the God of Sinful Desire change?!!?