Diary of Guarding Monster Girls

Hell difficulty?

Please don’t stigmatize hell; hell isn’t that scary.

However... Herbert believes he can manage it.

Not "maybe," nor "possibly," but "definitely."

He will definitely achieve his own happiness and protect it firmly; no one can take it away from him.

The gods can’t.

Fate can’t either!

Of course, even with these thoughts, Herbert won’t be broadcasting his ideas everywhere.

Shouting slogans and the like only fool others, not oneself.

What you say doesn’t mean anything; only when your heart truly moves does it count.

Besides...

"’My destiny is decided by me!’ or ’If gods block me, I’ll slay them!’ Such words are more suited for Eliza. For me, well, they are a bit too juvenile."

It’s not as if I’m some overly dramatic thinker; who in their right mind would grab a loudspeaker and shout their thoughts to the world?

He raised an eyebrow instead and asked Miss Mirror Demon, "Are you that confident? I can’t even guarantee I’ll have a happy ending myself."

"Of course, I’m just that confident!"

Lukalia smiled confidently, adding, "And I’m not confident in myself, but confident in you."

"Your destiny certainly won’t be dull; it’s destined to be exceptionally spectacular."

Her eyes even had hints of fanaticism; with a silver tongue, she licked her lips joyously, already witnessing scene after scene of breathtaking action.

Seeing this spectacle, Herbert suddenly understood what this girl truly wanted to see in him - she yearned for a real legendary journey.

No, no, saying that isn’t clear enough.

This expression is far too refined.

This Lukalia, definitely not as friendly as she appears on the surface.

She is, in fact, longing to see the gods... fall.

Lukalia wants to witness the stars fall from the sky, to see the gods’ Divine Fire topple and their Divine Throne dragged down from the heavens.

She yearns to see this scene and record it.

This girl is truly greedy...

After figuring this out, Herbert couldn’t help but laugh.

"Heh heh."

This wasn’t the gentle smile favored by companions, nor the courteous smile known to nobles, but a slightly menacing grin akin to a predator.

Although Herbert’s smile lasted only a moment before he returned to calmness, it was captured by Lukalia.

"Heh heh~"

Her smile became even more radiant, teasing:

"Even if in the end, you really unfortunately fell before the gods and concluded in such a despondent manner, wouldn’t that still be an exciting life?"

"Ha, I don’t want to face such a bleak ending."

Herbert let out a cold laugh, expressing disdain for Miss Mirror Demon’s negativity.

How could I end up with such a miserable outcome?

Impossible, absolutely impossible!

Lukalia observed Herbert’s expression and tentatively asked, "So does that mean... you agree?"

"Hmm."

Herbert nodded indifferently, shrugged.

What else?

Am I supposed to be thrilled and grateful for your trust in me?

Feels like that’s unnecessary.

More like, Lukalia volunteering to join the group is quite odd... weren’t you already a part?

Herbert almost couldn’t bear to tell her the truth - my dear, did you really think you could escape?

Nominally, you’re still my prisoner, aren’t you? If you don’t work for me, are you planning to slack off?

Of course, there’s no need to emphasize words that might dampen enthusiasm; keeping them to oneself is enough.

When the oxen and horses need to move, why whip them?

... Unless there’s an unusual preference, which costs extra.

After getting Herbert’s promise, Lukalia contentedly clenched her little fists, not hiding her joy, as if she was the one gaining.

But soon, she frowned uncertainly, looked at Herbert’s face, and involuntarily recalled some indescribable scenes she spied on, thinking of the "miserable" fates of other Monster Girls.

He wouldn’t make a move on me, right?

It’s fine to act on those guys, but would anyone really have desires for a mirror?

... Hard to say!

"No, I feel a bit uneasy... Herbert, can you guarantee not to, um, betray our friendship?" Lukalia hesitated, withheld saying it too directly out of modesty.

She believed Herbert would understand her meaning - you certainly wouldn’t make a move on a mirror, right?

Really, right!!?

"Hmm?"

Herbert’s mouth twitched, feeling deeply insulted.

What on earth are you talking about?

How dare you doubt me?

Are you actually doubting my purity?

I can even accept a paper person; what difficulty is there with a tangible, touchable mirror!

Besides, don’t you have a humanoid form that can be touched?

The difficulty is very low.

But verbally, to avoid scaring Lukalia, Herbert calmly stated:

"Unless someone betrays first, I will never betray anyone."

We promise not to use nuclear weapons first, but never said we’ll never use them in this life.

"..."

Miss Mirror Demon hesitated, blinking her eyes. Feeling that a verbal promise wasn’t very secure, her lively eyes twirled, and she thought of a solution:

"How about we sign a contract? This way it’s better for everyone... yes, indeed."

A written agreement?

Herbert blinked and didn’t refuse, nodding casually.

"Fine."

Go ahead and make one, as long as there’s no proactive betrayal.

Someone said, rules are to bind those who follow them; for those who never intended to comply, they’re useless.

But in this world, it’s different. If you don’t comply, the rules will naturally make you comply.

So, in a world where rules have strong binding power, who would fear signing contracts?

The answer is those who don’t intend to keep the contract.

As for the "friendship contract" Lukalia wanted, it’s destined to be useless.

Herbert, like a qualified Paladin, will surely abide by the contract.

Because he is sure, ultimately someone will bear the cost of breaking the contract, and that person — will definitely not be him.

...

Since the relationship is not exactly unfamiliar, the way they signed the contract was simple, not formal or complicated.

Unlike signing a contract with a Demon that requires extreme caution, no need to prepare special parchment or draft rigorous clauses.

Herbert just needed to smear his blood on Lukalia’s mirror surface.

As the specific contract content was orally promised, what exactly was written on the mirror wasn’t that important.

So, an idea sparked in Herbert’s mind, and he gleefully began to write.

"Bloody... Mary..."

"Wait, what are you writing?"

Miss Mirror Demon looked puzzled at the serious-looking boy, question marks floating above her head.

?

What on earth are you writing all over my body?

"Shh, don’t interrupt. I’ve always wanted to try this."

Herbert interrupted Lukalia’s complaint, continuing to draw on the mirror with his bleeding fingertip: "Bloody... Mary... ah, no more blood."

As he enthusiastically wrote halfway, he awkwardly stopped, helplessly looking at his fingertip.

"Now what?"

"...The wound, it’s healing."

Ran out of ink!

?

"Huh?"

Lukalia had watched Herbert cut a fairly deep wound on his fingertip, but in under ten seconds, it healed without deliberately channeling power.

"With such recovery ability... what kind of monster are you? Are you even human?"

"You’re really impolite."

Miss Mirror Demon watched as Herbert drew his sword to cut the wound deeper, sighed helplessly, and waved her hand wearily.

"Forget it, don’t bother writing nonsense. Let me do it."

She nimbly jumped off the mirror surface, floated in front of Herbert, then held his bleeding fingertip, putting it directly into her mouth.

Then, sucking forcefully with her cheeks.

Slurp!

"Sss—"

???

Herbert experienced the sensation of his finger being sucked, momentarily unsure what to say...

Dude?

What on earth are you doing?

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