Diary of Guarding Monster Girls

"Slurp... slurp... slurp..."

The eerie sound, resembling a tongue scraping a bowl, drifted quietly through the dark space, reaching far and wide.

"Ha..."

Occasionally, odd, sinister panting accompanied the scene, making it quite bizarre, as if some creature in the darkness was indulging in its meal of blood.

Yet for some unknown reason, it chose not to chew but rather perversely used its tongue to lick its prey inch by inch, savoring every drop of flavor.

If an outsider stumbled into this dark cell by chance, they would certainly be unnerved by the strange sounds, sending shivers down their spine, and fearfully beware of the hidden predator.

But if it were someone familiar, a little bit of speculation would reveal the source of these peculiar sounds.

Because by carefully following the sound to its origin, one could discover the truth behind the noises.

"Slurp... slurp... ha!!!"

From the giant Black Iron Coffin came a sound reminiscent of "an old man being forced to down a shot of strong liquor and letting out an involuntary exclamation."

"So refreshing!"

The person inside the coffin, tasting something that felt like an ambrosial elixir, let out a satisfied, strange laugh, speaking with a hint of intoxication.

"Heh heh heh, it’s really good! Slurp!"

"Ha—it’s exactly this feeling! Since he became that Apostle, the taste is even richer and more exciting... heh heh, fantastic!"

"Let me just take a small sip, just a small sip... ah!"

Suddenly, the laughter inside the coffin paused, followed by a shrill scream.

It sounded like "an old man sobering up only to find his beloved wife and concubine have been stolen away, while he is just an incompetent husband," a pitiful wail.

Bang!

The coffin was struck heavily, as if someone furiously kicked it, causing the heavy structure to tremble and shake.

Then...

Click!

It was as though the lid of the Black Iron Coffin was jolted and slid into place, sealing it tightly.

?

The person inside the coffin finally realized the problem, panicking, and urgently knocked on the coffin board: "Hey hey hey! Wait a moment, I didn’t mean it like that! I wasn’t targeting you!"

Thud thud!

"Open up, let’s discuss this!"

"I really didn’t do it on purpose—"

After pleading helplessly and in grievances for quite a while, the Black Iron Coffin finally automatically opened at a "just right" moment.

When the coffin lid opened, the mysterious entity inside remained motionless, afraid that the unscrupulous coffin might trap her again, and continued groveling with sweet words for quite a while.

A moment later, a slender and pale hand tentatively reached out from inside the coffin.

Extend, extend, retract!

Extend—extend—retract!

After repeatedly testing several times, she finally confirmed it was safe, putting her mind at ease completely.

"Whew..."

Then, a beautiful head, with blood-stained lips and an ominously alluring look, emerged from the coffin, pouting discontentedly.

"Damn, I barely drank anything! How could it be gone already?"

Miss Vampire stood up inside the coffin, stretched lazily, and with a light leap, gracefully bounced out.

Her lovely appearance, accompanied by slightly knitted brows and the elegant demeanor, looked akin to a pampered and proud noble lady hidden away in a boudoir.

Of course, this was with one premise – that is if she wasn’t wielding two spotless large earthen jars.

Once those jars appeared, any hint of noble elegance disappeared, she seemed like she had just retrieved potatoes and pickles after two and a half years in a cellar.

But Eliza didn’t care about her image in others’ eyes as she hugged the two jars and inspected them once more.

Indeed, she found a little remaining delicacy.

"Haha! There’s still one drop!"

She held the jar upside down high above her head, opening her mouth wide below, attempting to have gravity do her a small favor.

"Ah—"

But that drop of Holy Blood seemed to have fermented, becoming a semi-solid gel that refused to drop from the wall of the jar.

"Tsk."

Svanni waited for a while and then impatiently clicked her tongue.

"Forget it, I’ll just deal with it directly!"

Thinking there were no outsiders around, she simply popped her head into the jar and used her tongue to lick directly.

"Slurp—ha!"

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Reluctantly cleaning it with her tongue, Eliza finally admitted defeat and pulled her head out.

"Sigh!"

Eliza looked at the jar, which was cleaner than her face, and grumbled: "Herbert said to come less often, afraid I’d get addicted... isn’t that underestimating me?"

"How could I possibly lack self-control to such an extent? What a joke!"

Miss Vampire laughed wickedly and vowed furiously: "I eat it every day and haven’t felt addicted at all! How could I get addicted?"

Thinking she might want it but actually having no awareness, Miss Vampire silently complained about Herbert’s inhumane treatment and stretched mightily.

"Humph, I’ll wait until he’s back and then settle this properly..."

Since the Holy Blood reserves have run dry, Eliza lost interest in lounging in the coffin and decided to chat with her friend, complaining together about Herbert’s brutal acts.

Humph.

"Even now, he hasn’t come to find me, he must have gone to that Mermaid first."