Diary of Guarding Monster Girls

"Svanni!!!"

The Vampire wore an expression of grief and betrayal, gritted her teeth fiercely, and kicked under the table in anger.

—But her short legs weren’t long enough, and the kick of resentment missed.

So, Miss Vampire became even angrier.

"What do you mean!?"

Damn!

You actually slander me!

Curse you.

You’re truly cursed!

She glared at her across the table like a fiend, but due to her beautiful features, the fierce look seemed rather coquettish.

Svanni didn’t care how cutely fierce Eliza’s expression was and calmly appreciated her look, saying leisurely:

"You know what I mean, yeah, just as you think."

She said, without any demonstration, exceptionally bluntly: "You truly inherited your father’s tendency for masochism..."

"Ahhhh—shut up! Shut up now!!!"

As soon as Svanni started talking, Eliza held her head and howled powerlessly, looking utterly despairing.

"Stop talking! I can’t hear you! I can’t hear a thing—boohoo!"

She got too carried away revealing her dad’s gossip, and ended up forgetting she herself was the spitting image... Wait, how could I be like him!

Miss Vampire suddenly opened her eyes, nodded resolutely.

Right.

As long as I don’t admit it, no one can say I’m a masochist!

Right!

That’s how it is!

"Ahem, cough, um, don’t talk nonsense!"

Eliza cleared her thoughts, trembling with embarrassment, her toes stiffened, but she still held on and said: "You’re wrong, how could I possibly be like the king father!"

And facing the already flustered Vampire, the Dark Elf just replied exceptionally calmly: "Do you want me to give an example? Like just now, when you asked Herbert to pinch your..."

"No! That’s not necessary, ahem."

Eliza interrupted on the spot, shaking her head with a face full of defeat, the light in her eyes almost dying, muttering while covering her face: "Okay, I admit, there’s indeed a tiny resemblance between me and the king father in terms of taste, but really just a tiny bit alike..."

At this moment, Eliza felt her heart had died, her future seemed bleak, not seeing a sliver of light.

Now she’ll never be able to hold her head up high in front of others...

However, just when Eliza thought everything was over, she didn’t hear ridicule or teasing from her dear friend.

Hmm?

Eliza blinked, released her palm from her face, and sneakily glanced aside, finding Svanni calmly drinking some unknown liquid, with no intention of mocking her.

"Uh, Svanni, you... aren’t you going to say something?"

No, why aren’t you saying anything?

"What do you want me to say?"

"Uh, no need really..."

"Heh heh."

Svanni tilted her head, then shook it self-indulgently, said indifferently: "Eliza, the fact that you’re ashamed by such preferences shows you still care too much about others’ opinions."

"It’s just a mere masochistic tendency, nothing significant at all."

She shook her head, though not saying much, she still conveyed her disdain.

Girl, your purity is just too low.

Such minor preferences, what’s there to be ashamed of?

You, are too weak!

Eliza felt her friend’s contempt, and surprisingly, her feeling of shame dissipated somewhat.

"...Uh."

Yeah, just this ordinary hobby, why should I be self-conscious about it...

She felt something was off about this, but then thought if it’s off, so be it, it’s actually nice.

"Yeah yeah, I get it, you’re right, yeah, that’s it."

Eliza said repeatedly for self-hypnosis, finally regaining a normal attitude, thought for a moment, and asked curiously: "Since you think my hobbies are ordinary, Svanni, what hobbies do you have?"

"You ask me?"

Svanni turned her head, smiled slightly, and whispered: "I am a Dark Elf, after all."

One sentence directly killed the competition.

Miss Vampire was completely at a loss for words, weakly waving her hands.

Alright, you’re a Dark Elf, in playing the weirdo game, I can’t compete with you.

I lost!

Eliza thought as she casually asked: "Oh, so you approached me just because you’re a Dark Elf, er, no, because you just love crowds?"

"No, it’s because you happened to pass by, you could help share the load."

"Huh???"

Miss Vampire was flustered, turned her head, looked at the Dark Elf in disbelief: "You, you set me up?"

You said so much, I actually fell for your nonsense!

"Did you truly feel set up?" Svanni calmly countered.

Bang.

Eliza stood up, slapped the table, and declared loudly without hesitation: "Of course! Of course I feel you set up... Um, um?"

But halfway through her sentence, she suddenly hesitated, undecidedly took a sharp breath, eventually sat back down slowly, weakly saying: "It seems, er, maybe not."

"Heh heh."

Svanni did not speak further, she merely gave Eliza a look saying "You do know!", and pushed the cup of unfinished happy water towards her, gesturing with a raised hand.

Go ahead, drink.

"...Sigh!"

Feeling guilty, Eliza didn’t refuse anymore, sighed, and brought the cup of unknown liquid to her lips.

First she sniffed a bit, unexpectedly finding there wasn’t any particularly strange smell, becoming slightly more relaxed inside.

Then without further hesitation, she took a big swig, pouring the whole liquid down her throat.

"Glug glug glug! Ugh—eh? Not bad?"