Diary of Guarding Monster Girls-Chapter 656 - 366 Valentina: Let me eat!!! (6K, please subscribe!)_3
If even this one is real, then... ss.
Herbert had already vaguely sensed something in the Illusion Realm, otherwise he couldn’t have known the name of the Ashen Bishop.
But he didn’t have concrete evidence and had once suspected he had just invented a name based on his impression of the Ashen Bishop, planning to test it in front of her later.
And now, he finally got an answer—yes, it’s all true. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺
Ophidia is indeed the name of the Ashen Bishop!
"...Good!"
Herbert’s mouth subtly curled into a smirk, suddenly filled with many strange ideas.
But no rush for now, the most important thing at the moment is to coax this gullible Miss Hungry Dragon.
He held the aggrieved Valentina, his hand gently sliding along her spine, exploring the slippery pink-white skin, comforting, "Don’t be sad, don’t be upset, those were all just dreams."
"It’s okay, there’s a saying in my hometown, everything dreamed in dreamland is the opposite."
"In the dream, I was so harsh to you, but in reality, I’m very gentle with you, right?"
Upon hearing this, Valentina released her mouth, supporting herself with Herbert’s shoulder, gazing earnestly into his eyes, "Really? You really won’t leave me?"
Herbert nodded gently, smiling, "Do you even need to ask? Of course, I won’t leave you, and certainly won’t let you leave."
"Valentina, I’m very greedy; I absolutely won’t let you flee from my side."
I won’t leave you, nor let you leave me.
This is Herbert’s promise, and also his greed.
To bind others to oneself, some call it love, while others call it control.
Herbert couldn’t care less about others’ comments.
He just doesn’t want to lose anyone.
"Honestly, what are you even saying?"
Valentina rolled her eyes at him, snorting, "What are you thinking? How could I possibly run away from you?"
"Even if you drive me away, I won’t leave!"
She lowered her head, forcefully kissing Herbert on the lips.
Greedily demanding, as if wanting to suck away his soul.
If one party forcibly binds the other, it might be called control.
But if both parties want to bind each other... it should be called matched.
Locked in.
Lips parted, Valentina licked her lips, flashing a seductive smile at Herbert.
"Hehehehe..."
Perfect.
She was hungry again.
Valentina felt she was almost recovered, ready for round two.
"Hm!?"
Herbert suddenly sensed a strong crisis, hurriedly raising his hand, "Wait, hold on a minute!"
"It’s been a day and night already! We should head back! It’s getting late, others might worry... Oh! Ugh!"
Before finishing his sentence, Herbert’s mouth was blocked.
"No~ wait~"
Valentina clung to Herbert, pressing her chest against his face, smothering him.
"If they’re anxious, let them come find us then! After all... huh?"
But just before Valentina made a move on Herbert, she suddenly paused, thinking of something.
She released Herbert, asking curiously, "Herbert, you said dreams are opposites, right?"
"Ha, ha... Yes, why?" Herbert, seeing daylight again, struggled to breathe, saying as he instinctively licked his lips.
Can’t deny, facial wash really is civilized.
Avantina, however, said anxiously, "But I also dreamt you treated me well before? Was that fake too?"
Hm? Oh!
"No, that’s definitely real." Herbert laughed, casually shrugging, "If I’m good to you in dreams, I’m good to you in reality too."
Valentina: ?
"But... aren’t dreams supposed to be the opposite?"
Herbert smiled lightly, speaking gently, "Can’t figure it out? There’s a difference between the two."
"Hm?"
Miss Hungry Dragon rarely tried to think, only to find it still a muddle.
What’s the difference between them!
"There’s another saying in my hometown—anything beneficial to me is real, anything unbeneficial is fake." Herbert’s smile was radiant.
Old folks have always been pragmatic.
Left eye twitch means prosperity, great wealth!
Right eye twitch, that’s superstition to be discarded.
The Divine Spirits who help mortals are good Divine Spirits, worthy of offerings and sacrifices.
Those who don’t help?
Damn it, shoot them with a cannon!
For example, only River Gods who can manage mother rivers like the Yellow River and the Yangtze that like to elbow in when they’re not happy are good River Gods.
But unfortunately, after all these years, no deity has been able to handle this trivial matter.
The Mother Yellow River still elbows when unhappy, and the Mother Yangtze is not happy unless she elbows.
Under the thousands of years of repeated ravaging by these two loving mothers, the old Chinese people eventually gave up on seeking divine intervention and took up tools to control the waters themselves.
"Oh... oh? Oh!"
Valentina nodded as if she understood, feeling like she had some grasp but also some confusion.
However, since Herbert put it this way, there must be no problem.
He will always like me!
"Hehe!"
And with this interruption, Valentina’s mood also dampened a bit, and she no longer talked about having a round two, but just hugged Herbert with a giggle, snuggling against him.
Seeing her like this, Herbert secretly breathed a sigh of relief and changed the topic by asking, "By the way, don’t you think your current form is a bit too large?"
Herbert had thought Valentina’s form would be large after advancing to Epic, but he didn’t expect it to reach the exaggerated size of a kilometer.
Some people might not understand what being a kilometer long means.
Valentina’s original body, which was already over a hundred meters long, was already enormous, like a small mountain when she lay there.
Among all the anomalous Monster Girls currently at the Disciplinary Hall, Valentina’s uniqueness is the simplest and bluntest — she’s simply bigger than others of her kind.
And a larger body means greater strength, and purer destructive power — yet this strength is still within an acceptable range.
But after advancing to Epic, she suddenly leaped to the kilometer level.
Is this reasonable? Is it normal?
Clearly, it’s not normal!
Under normal circumstances, even Epic Giant Dragons are only around a hundred meters long.
Even a Holy Giant Dragon probably wouldn’t exceed five hundred meters!
But Valentina, only upon just entering the Epic stage, had already reached a kilometer level — and it’s evident she’s going to keep growing!
How big is she going to become!!?
Ten kilometers?
Faced with Herbert’s question, Valentina gave a naïve counter-question that left him speechless.
"Isn’t bigger better?"
A naïve counter-question, not loud, but it resounded powerfully.
"...Mm."
Herbert nodded in silence, looked downward, and nodded again, adding, "Yes, bigger is better!"
Although being smaller also has its own charm, being bigger is surely no problem.
"By the way, ’He’ you mentioned, who is that?"
"He?"
Valentina blinked and said, "Oh! You mean Him, He is... eh? What’s His name again?"
’Mother of All Dragons,’ the Sage silently reminded.
"Oh, right, right! He said He’s the Mother of All Dragons, some sort of ancestor of mine."
Miss Hungry Dragon hummed indifferently, "He made me receive His whatever legacy, awakening my ancient bloodline."
"Hmph, if it weren’t for Him being very powerful and saying I could become like Him, I wouldn’t have listened to Him; it hurt a lot!!!"
In the end, Valentina pouted indignantly, complaining with a humph.
"I see..." Herbert nodded silently, understanding in his heart.
That explains it. The changes in Valentina might be due to that ancient Giant Dragon legacy.
She is moving closer to the ancient dragons, gaining a larger body.
Herbert nodded thoughtfully and softly comforted her, "That must have been hard on you."
"Mm!"
Valentina’s eyes twinkled as she suddenly hugged Herbert tightly and shouted, "I’ve been through a lot! So, comfort me well again!"
Saying that, the once again hungry Valentina intended to make a move.
"Hey, hey, hey! Wait a minute, wait a moment—"
.
.
And just when Herbert was about to be completely drained by Miss Hungry Dragon again, in another direction in the mist, at the Heroic Spirit Legion’s place holding another fragment of the Heroic Spirit Pool, the legion commander suddenly slowly lifted his head.
He silently looked in the direction where Herbert and the others were, not knowing what he was thinking.
"..."
And through the slit of his helmet, you could see in his semi-transparent eyes...
A void of stillness.
