Diary of Guarding Monster Girls

The Fallen Angel’s face was as cold as frost as she slowly drew out the longsword.

Clang.

"Oh, come on, don’t be angry~"

Herbert reached out, pressing down on the longsword that was not fully unsheathed, and pushed it back with force.

Click.

"Come on, give us a smile, do me a favor, just smile—let’s put the sword down and talk this over."

"Well, I just thought I hadn’t come back for so long, and wanted to play a little joke on you... Ahem, alright, the joke wasn’t funny, I promise I won’t do the same thing again next time."

Clang!

"No, no, no, that’s not what I meant... Uh, I mean, I won’t do it again in the future!"

"I make a written promise!"

"Alright, alright, I swear, just take the sword away from my neck, please, be good..."

Click.

...

In the Aurora Sanctuary, Herbert, through much effort and tongue-lashing, finally managed to placate Miss Fallen Angel, who had been itching to draw her sword.

"Phew..."

Once it was certain that Luhier had truly calmed down and turned her head away in a huff, Herbert forced a smile on his face and secretly wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

Thrilling.

It was damn thrilling.

He touched his neck, still feeling the lingering chill on it.

Just a little bit more, and he would have become a Headless Knight.

Sure, I like Monster Girls, but I have no desire to become one myself!

Moreover, if I wanted to become a Monster Girl, there are more parts that need cutting than just the big head...

Having temporarily gotten forgiveness, and after escaping danger, Herbert didn’t forget to continue complaining about his pig teammate.

"Nenasha, you’ve really done me dirty."

You’ve truly wronged me!

Miss Harmonious God secretly pouted, hardly feeling that Herbert was genuinely afraid.

Pretending, just pretending.

Just keep pretending!

On the surface, he acted panicked, but who knows how much he’s smiling behind the scenes.

["Cut the crap, just admit you’re having fun?"]

As expected, faced with this probing question, Herbert didn’t hesitate for even half a second before giving the unsurprising answer.

"Of course, I’m having fun!"

Herbert’s lips slightly curled up, and he gleefully thought, "To see Luhier all flustered like that, I really am too delighted."

Heh heh, fun.

Have you ever seen an Angel lose their cool?

I have!

That look, tsk tsk, it was indeed entertaining.

Even her wings fluffed up instantly from the base, and from afar, it looked like she was carrying some ink-dipped plump chicken wings on her back.

Adorbs.

As for whether the earlier antics were a bit too reckless... that’s not important.

Compared to the fun gained, such minor risks seemed inconsequential.

Risking it all once in a while feels great, risking it over and over feels exhilarating.

Messing around truly brings joy.

Regarding his ally’s actions, even the Evil God couldn’t bear to look on and commented fairly: ["Dear ally of mine, has anyone ever told you how vile your character is?"]

"Yes, you have."

Herbert accepted the compliment candidly and humbly stated that he still had a long way to go: "Moreover, we’re both in this together, right? Oh wait, I can’t compare to you at all, I’ve been influenced by you!"

"Exactly! Otherwise, as a model Paladin, how could I have ended up like this!"

["Heh!"]

Faced with such a perfunctory excuse to fool even a ghost, Harmonious God could only respond with a cold laugh.

Keep pretending!

So, does Herbert really have no self-awareness?

You’re kidding.

Of course, he does.

Herbert certainly knows that his personality can, to some extent, be called quite "vile."

Some people do bad things for some unspeakable evil purposes, while Herbert’s purpose for these pranks is rather simple.

Because it’s fun.

To some extent, if Herbert’s personality wasn’t kept in check, he would most likely become someone who spreads chaos just for amusement.

But at the same time, Herbert is a person with very strong self-control.

He is very aware of what kind of madness is imprisoned within his heart, and he is skilled at suppressing that negative self, disguising himself as a normal person and performing as a qualified Paladin.

["So, will you dare to do it next time?"]

"Yes, I dare."

Herbert responded firmly, decisively, with unwavering resolve.

Admit wrongdoing?

Admit it.

Commit the same mistake again next time?

Do it again!

Honestly admitting mistakes but refusing to change.

["But you clearly promised them, and even made an oath, remember."]

"Then just use a different method afterward, isn’t it easy to come up with a brand new way? Sneaking around an oath is something I’m good at."

After his internal chat, Luhier finally fully recovered.

The wild beating of her heart gradually calmed down, and the restless soul finally regained its tranquility.

"..."

Turning her head aside, Luhier slowly opened her eyes, finding Herbert had already stepped into her line of sight on his own, showing her a placating smile.

Hey hey~

"Tsk."

She turned her head back but found Herbert continually shifting in parallel with her gaze, maintaining a relatively stationary state with her.

This guy noticed she opened her eyes, shamelessly moving closer and smiling: "Hey hey~ Give me a break, don’t be mad!"

His hands together, shaking repeatedly.

Pretty please~

"..."

Miss Fallen Angel found herself stuck.

Luhier wanted to continue ignoring Herbert, but she couldn’t quite look away.

Honestly, Luhier really didn’t want to deal with this mischievous guy now and intended to give him a real lesson.