Diary of Guarding Monster Girls-Chapter 711 - 384 Slurp slurp slurp (Please subscribe)_2

This Paladin Knight Commander, who left home at a young age and spent most of his life growing up in the Mist Monastery, doesn't understand what it means to read between the lines.

It's not that he doesn't understand at all, but when facing Ophidia, the Rusted Nail Bishop didn't even think in that direction.

In his impression, Ophidia never lies, nor does she beat around the bush.

So, he responded respectfully according to the usual way of communication.

"I forgot to tell him to come to the Knight Order at noon tomorrow; any other time will have certain effects."

"You know, that battle armor is alive, it will choose its owner by itself, I need to communicate with it first, or else I'm afraid some accidents may happen..."

The Rusted Nail Bishop was about to explain in detail when Ophidia, feeling a headache coming on, waved her hand to interrupt his long speech.

"...Alright, I understand, you don't need to explain anymore."

Shut up, stop talking.

Seeing how clueless he was, Ophidia felt a bit speechless but knowing his character, she didn't say much more and casually said, "You're a step too late."

"Before you arrived, he did indeed come to report something to me, but just now, I have already sent him to another place."

Even as an epic power, lying to a Legendary Paladin is not a good choice.

They have a very keen sense of lies and can easily detect falsehood in someone's words.

So, Ophidia did not lie.

Herbert did indeed "report" something to her and was indeed sent to "another place" by her.

There was nothing wrong with her words, not even a Legendary Paladin could find fault.

Sure enough, the Rusted Nail Bishop pondered for a moment, slowly nodded, and smiled.

"In that case, I understand."

"Thank you for your understanding, I will take my leave now."

It should be emphasized that low emotional intelligence doesn't mean having no emotional intelligence at all.

Even an idiot can sense when the atmosphere is off.

The Rusted Nail Bishop is just straightforward, not dumb.

He could clearly feel that the Ashen Bishop was in a bad mood and wasn't exactly welcoming him.

Thus, after getting a more or less acceptable answer, he decisively chose to take his leave.

In any case, better withdraw first.

However, in the end, the Rusted Nail Bishop still lacked some emotional intelligence and insensitively added, "Oh, right, if you see Herbert later, please be sure to tell him to come find me at the Knight Order!"

"Hmph."

Ophidia shot him a glance, shook her head helplessly, and huffed, "Nagging!"

However, she did not refuse, saying nonchalantly, "I will pass it on to him... hmm, if I happen to see him later."

"Besides, he probably already knows the answer without me passing it on."

The Rusted Nail Bishop didn't give it much thought, only thinking that Ophidia meant she would see Herbert before he did.

He didn't realize that Herbert was right there, listening to their conversation.

Even less could he imagine the location he was currently in!

He simply assumed Ophidia had accepted his request, bowed low in respect.

And just as he finished bowing and was about to rise, his peripheral vision happened to catch the hem of Ophidia's skirt.

Hmm?

He had a strange feeling, as if the hem of the skirt... seemed a bit off?

It didn't appear natural.

But what was unnatural about it?

Seemed like the folds were off, maybe inward...

"What are you looking at?"

!!!

A calm yet chilling voice snapped the Rusted Nail Bishop back to reality.

He immediately stood at attention, stomped his foot, and respectfully said to the Ashen Bishop:

"Report! I'm not doing anything!"

"I didn't see anything!"

...

The Rusted Nail Bishop hurriedly came and then hurriedly left.

After he left with nothing gained, the half-plane fell silent once more.

Ophidia remained in her previous posture, quietly standing in place.

She lowered her gaze, lost in thought.

"..."

Until, a strange light sound came from under her skirt.

Slurp.

Her eyelid twitched slightly, expressionless yet somewhat helpless, she said grumpily, "Hey."

"What are you doing?"

But after she said this, the sound not only didn't disappear but intensified.

Slurp! Slurp!

Anyway, since it was exposed, there was no need to hide anymore.

It's just like those stealth games where once you're exposed, you move to the next stage.

Exposure isn't necessarily a condition for failure; as long as you eliminate everyone, it's a perfect stealth!

Beneath her unnoticed skirt, a wild indulgence in knowledge was taking place in an exhilarating manner.

Herbert was savoring this rich knowledge with everything he had — he was enjoying it all so much, he wished he could cram it all into his mouth... brain.

I love learning.

I love knowledge.

Learning makes me happy! Knowledge makes me joyful!

"Slurp slurp slurp——"

And just as Herbert indulged in knowledge on one side, shouting "How delightful! How delightful!" in his mind... the owner of the knowledge was displeased.

Ophidia didn't take action at first, but after tolerating it for a while, she finally coldly snorted, "Don't go too far!"

"Three, two, one!"

After giving a warning and confirming Herbert was stubbornly resisting, she finally decided to expel him.

"Get out of there..."

Adjusted the angle of her tail, then suddenly flicked it.

"Get out!"

History repeated itself once more.

Herbert was launched like a cannonball directly from under the skirt.

Swoosh——

But this time, instead of crashing embarrassingly into the bookshelf again, he adjusted his posture in mid-air.

His wings spread behind him, like an angel descending to the mortal realm, he suddenly stabilized in the air.

He opened his eyes, smiled at Ophidia, and unconsciously licked his lips.

"Heh, thanks for the offering."

Thanks for the hospitality~

As for which part he was thanking?

That's up to interpretation.

Anyway, Herbert didn't intend to say it out loud, and Ophidia wouldn't really dig to find out.

Not everything needs to be made too clear.

Some things are tacit if left unspoken; asking explicitly might make it less interesting.

Ultimately, Ophidia simply rolled her eyes and said casually, "…Hmph, don't let this happen again."

For this foolish young man who insisted on sharing her burden, even at the cost of bearing such a fate to become a Secret Keeper.

Ophidia, despite not saying it aloud, felt a degree of gratitude in her heart and was particularly lenient with him.

Not to mention she already had quite a good impression of Herbert.

Although it was initially just affection for the younger generation, through Herbert's actions, that feeling slightly began to change.

Though it wasn't entirely transformed yet, it had significantly differed from the original.

"Okay, I'll definitely be careful next time." Herbert nodded with a cheerful smile, retracting his Blood Wings and landing back on the ground.

"Speaking of which, I didn't expect the Knight Commander to be so obedient in front of you. Is he afraid of you?"

Previously, the Thorn Bishop had already shown fear towards the Ashen Bishop, acting stubborn yet timid.

But at the time, Herbert didn't think much of it, assuming it was an exception.

However, after seeing the Rusted Nail Bishop's reaction, he realized... Ophidia might have a side he had never seen before.

He was a bit curious.

Could it be very brutal?

Facing Herbert's "blatant" probing, Ophidia's gaze shifted, she pouted slightly and snorted:

"What, do you want to give it a try?"

Try?

Seeming to sense something, Herbert quickly dismissed his dangerous thought and shook his head, "Hmm... maybe not this time, but definitely next time."

"Hmph!"

And after the joke, Herbert put away his playful smile and respectfully saluted Ophidia, asking:

"Honorable Guardian, have I already earned the qualification?"

"...Hmm."

Ophidia looked at Herbert with a complicated expression and finally nodded lightly, extending her hand to him.

"May you be able to guard the secrets."

"...Together with me."