Diary of Guarding Monster Girls-Chapter 705: How could that be? Haha! (Please subscribe!)

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In the solitary Half-Plane filled with tomes, the last Secret Keeper sat quietly in meditation on the ground.

Ashen Bishop Ophidia lowered her head, half-closed her eyes, and entered a state akin to meditation.

She wasn't spacing out, she was thinking.

Just now, Ophidia had another dream.

This time, she "dreamed" of that unexpected person again.

The two of them didn't do anything special, merely stood side by side, quietly sitting in the Half-Plane reading books.

Throughout the dream, not a single word was exchanged, yet she felt a spiritual resonance with him.

"Herbert...why you?"

Why did she dream of him?

To Ophidia, Herbert was just the most interesting among countless promising juniors.

Logically, she had no more emotional investment in Herbert beyond "expectation," so she shouldn't have dreamed about him.

But somehow, his figure appeared in her dreams.

... No.

Or perhaps, was it really a dream?

Since taking on their responsibilities and becoming like this, she hadn't dreamed for many years.

In her dreams, only endless knowledge repeatedly tormented her soul.

Having seen so many noisy nightmares in the past, this long-awaited quiet dream was particularly striking.

Upon waking up, she was a bit confused, suspecting if she was once again dragged into Herbert's dream… but she also knew that wasn't the case.

But why?

If the first time was due to that Potion, what was the reason for this second time?

Clearly, it was just his dream, so why did she end up being the one trapped in it?

She didn't understand.

For this reason, Ophidia kept pondering the reason.

Where did it go wrong?

What was the reason for this situation?

"Hmm hm hm..."

She concentrated all her attention on thinking, not noticing someone was slowly approaching her Half-Plane.

It was not until the other party sent a request to enter that she suddenly snapped back to reality.

He's here!

She opened the passage and then said indifferently to the person outside the door, "You're here, I thought you'd wait longer... Hmm? Why is it you?"

In front of her, the Rusted Nail Bishop just entered the Half-Plane and was about to step forward to salute, suddenly stopped.

"Uh!!?"

Rusted Nail Bishop: ?

The Rusted Nail Bishop, who was about to report to the Guardian, was momentarily confused.

Hiss… Did I do something wrong?

He didn't know whether to step forward or retreat.

Hmm???

From this tone, it seemed like the Guardian wasn't in a good mood… Did I come at a wrong time?

No, did I come at the wrong moment?

Should I not have come?

He hesitated for a moment, standing on one foot, uncertainly asking, "Your Excellency, should I... uh, should I not have come? Were you expecting someone?"

Who is she waiting for?

The Rusted Nail Bishop was embarrassed, but someone else was even more embarrassed.

Although Ophidia showed no outward movement, she secretly clenched her teeth tightly.

Hiss!

How could she do something so foolish?

How could she have so thoughtlessly assumed the visitor to be Herbert?

She'd been too lax for too long, she had been too careless, and it was simply inexcusable.

No, the real problem wasn't even here… this was just a minor issue.

The real big issue was—why did she naturally assume Herbert would proactively come to her?

Did she just believe he would definitely come to face her?

What if that guy chose to hide out of cowardice?

Ophidia maintained her external calm, but inside, she was furiously thinking.

And her strange silence made the Rusted Nail Bishop even more uneasy.

The Guardian remained silent… Did I say something wrong?

Did I do something wrong?

Although Ophidia hadn't said anything, he was already sweating bullets.

After a while, the Rusted Nail Bishop, having finally adjusted his mindset, slowly asked, "Um, Your Excellency?"

Your Honor, will you look at me?

It's okay if you want to kill or punish, but please say something!

What did I do wrong, could you please tell me!

Please don't keep me in suspense like this.

Put me out of my misery.

"Hmm?"

Hearing the Rusted Nail Bishop's weak call, Ophidia finally came back to her senses, paused for a moment, then calmly said, "No, it's nothing... hmm."

She fell silent for a bit, then slowly shook her head without explaining, and directly switched the topic, "So, what is it you came to see me for again? Is it about the selections again?"

Whew!

Though curious about the Guardian's anger's root cause, the Rusted Nail Bishop, relieved to have a chance to catch his breath, didn't pursue it further and directly nodded.

"Yes, this is one of the two things I wanted to report to you."

Hmm?

Talking business returned Ophidia to her previous calm, raising her eyebrows to ask, "Didn't I already tell you? Regardless of who, you should decide on your own."

She paused for a moment, suddenly realizing that the Rusted Nail Bishop must have hidden circumstances for coming, knitting her brows and asking, "Did something go wrong?"

"There are indeed some minor issues, but I've decided on the final candidate and hope you can give some advice." The Rusted Nail Bishop displayed great humility.

"Speak then, who did you finally choose? Although, I think I've already guessed."