Diary of Guarding Monster Girls-Chapter 601 - 345 It’s all your fault... (Please subscribe!)_2

She was in a good mood at this moment, so her tone was quite gentle.

But it was obvious that these secrets took this friendliness as weakness, and the noisy clamor grew louder, becoming more intense!

Buzz buzz buzz buzz!

"Tsk."

Finally, this annoyed the Ashen Bishop who had been smiling all along. She raised her eyelids and slowly said, "I want you... to be quiet."

Whoosh—

In an instant, all the sounds disappeared.

Each secret stopped in place, and then, as if in reverse, the previous process rewound completely, turning back into books and flying back to the shelf.

Although these secrets lacked self-awareness, they were quite instinctive in some matters.

Even things without self-awareness could know instinctively who should not be provoked.

"Hmph."

The Ashen Bishop withdrew her gaze with a light sniff, turned her eyes away, and walked towards the resting place deep within the half-plane.

Due to their disturbance, the bit of good mood she had was almost completely dissipated.

Tired, it's time to take a long-awaited rest.

Moreover, as she headed deeper in... 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

Her snake tail silently emerged from beneath her skirt, quickly swept aside the books, and then swiftly retracted, looking quite disdainful.

However, if one were to look a bit closer, they'd notice something interesting.

After the tail's wild sweep, the handkerchief could no longer be found on the ground.

That blood-stained handkerchief from Herbert had been flung somewhere... where could it have gone?

It's really hard to guess!

How to say?

It's really strange~

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On the other side, Herbert, who had been tossed out from the fissure, was now secretly rubbing his butt in the monastery's corner—his own butt.

"Hiss..."

Herbert sucked in a breath, rubbing his butt in an undignified manner, muttering words that could easily be misunderstood: "I did say to be gentle with my butt!"

"It's just licking your tail, was such force necessary?"

"If you're unhappy, I can let you lick me back... oh no, I don't have a tail."

"..."

Herbert paused, glanced down, and slowly shook his head: "Well, not necessarily, maybe not entirely."

Don't overthink it; he was naturally referring to using his ability to manipulate flesh to transform into a half-dragon form.

Really, truly!

After the sting from his butt subsided a bit, Herbert straightened his back and let out a long breath.

"But, what did she say last? Not to let it happen again?"

Thinking about the Ashen Bishop's warning, Herbert pursed his lips, trying hard to show that he was obedient and sensible.

Ultimately, he couldn't hold back and chuckled: "Haha! She really thinks I would restrain myself... Isn't that too demanding?"

"Once unfamiliar, twice mature, once again, and twice again~"

Since the Ashen Bishop didn't initially send Herbert flying, she likely wouldn't do so in the future either.

As favorability continues to rise, even if Herbert repeats his original actions, her resentment won't be as high as initially.

The hardest step of the "breaking the ice" process was already taken, the rest stages would be much simpler.

From now on... Herbert would just take his time slowly strategizing.

"There's no rush with the Ashen Bishop; she won't run away, just slowly increase the favorability."

Herbert patted his butt and walked out of the corner, heading towards the Third Commandment Hall.

His life at the Mist Monastery was plain and monotonous.

Apart from eating and sleeping, he diligently performed his duties—though he didn't need to sleep and could eat less.

He was regularly busy reforming those stubborn Monster Girl prisoners.

This was indeed quite arduous!

"By the way, I need to find an opportunity to properly thank the Knight Commander. Had it not been for his timely appearance, I wouldn't have been able to push the strategy progress so easily."

No exaggeration, the appearance of the Knight Commander was simply a stroke of genius.

Because of him, the Ashen Bishop was forced into an awkward situation, allowing Herbert to seize the opportunity.

No wonder he's the leader of the Holy Knight Order, truly a good servant of the people!

Merits to note!

"However, even though the strategy progress has advanced, there hasn't been much development on the materials side."

He extended his tongue, turning it back to a blade, lamenting, "Even if the tongue becomes sharp, I can't scrape powder off her scales... these scales are too hard."

Does Herbert clutch the Ashen Bishop's tail because he genuinely likes it?

Of course—yes, he really likes tails.

But that's not all.

Herbert had secretly been trying to scrape some powder off them with his tongue... for this purpose, he was seriously licking!

But whether he transformed his tongue into a blade or used a cat-like barbed tongue, he couldn't successfully scratch through.

He almost licked sparks, but there was no change, so he had to accept the reality and give up.

And to conceal this little action, he continued feigned crazy attempts as mere profane gestures.

"Oh right, the person the Knight Commander mentioned, could it really be me?"

Herbert was somewhat interested in the battle armor worn by the "Fallen Angel," hoping to borrow it.

However!

As an accomplice to stealing the Sun God's authority, Herbert was not about to head to the Sun Church's headquarters.

Who's a good person that delivers themselves to the door?

Isn't that delivering a sheep into a tiger's mouth!

Who knows if the Sun God would notice?

Whoever wants to go can go, but I'm not going.

"But I can't directly tell him it's impossible; that would expose that I was there just now... I'll wait until he contacts me later to refuse."

Politely declined.

"Well, although I didn't accomplish my primary task, and can't return to ask again soon, it's not a big deal."

Herbert's original plan was to gather information from the Ashen Bishop, but it accidentally turned into unexpected side quests.

"However, this reaction from the Sun Church could be worth mentioning to Luhier; she might be able to give some advice."

As the last surviving "Sunspot," she might be delighted to witness such scenarios at the Sun Church!

"After chatting with Luhier, I can temporarily leave this aside, it's time to see how the situation in Elda is going, how their construction is progressing."

"I wonder how Sofia and the others are getting along with Teresa and them?"

The mushroom merchant Miser had already heard a rough idea from him, even though he's not there, work might already be underway.

Presumably, things won't be an issue.

Now in the Elda Territory, there aren't many people; such a small population can't stir much trouble.

"Speaking of which, the issue with the hopping egg wasn't fully resolved, back then I tasked that girl named Yunier with it... she probably holds some problems herself."

What is the true nature of the hopping egg?

What is the situation with the "Divine Favorer" girl of the Ice and Snow Goddess?

After witnessing a real "Divine Favorer," Herbert became a lot more cautious about such beings.

He realized more clearly that while they were human, they weren't just mere mortals.

"Well, letting one problem manage another problem, it's a method of using one issue to control another, and they should temporarily balance each other out."

Having gone through the tasks in his mind, Herbert returned to the Disciplinary Hall.

This time, he didn't linger and directly entered the Teleportation Gate into the fifth layer Aurora Sanctuary.

"Luhier, I'm back! Are you... eh?"

Looking at Luhier, an odd thought flashed through Herbert's mind.

Who says I can't wear Angel Battle Armor?

Then, without thinking, he blurted out: "Hey, Luhier..."

"Hmm?"

The Fallen Angel unexpectedly turned back, puzzled as to why he suddenly changed his wording.

Herbert's mouth twitched before saying something even he found a bit abstract: "Um, could you let me wear your clothes?"

"Hmm, no problem... hmm?"

The Fallen Angel nodded and was about to shed her clothing, then suddenly paused, silently looking at the young man before her.

Do you want to hear what you're saying?

"No, uh, what I meant was... could you give me your clothes by taking them off? Ugh, that's not right either."

Herbert grew more flustered as he spoke, eventually unable to quite keep it together.

"Tsk! Anyway, don't talk; you just take it off first."

He gestured, loudly declaring to the Fallen Angel:

"Unarm! Unarm!"