Diary of Guarding Monster Girls

As a Grand Mage with profound research, even without those standards, she could clearly remember the position of every material.

The reason for deliberately changing her original habits had only one purpose, to let others adapt.

To let... him accept it.

As for Herbert, the one involved, he was not the type to be clueless; he certainly understood for whom Svanni was doing this.

He turned his head and gently smiled at her: "Well, although I could accept the previous arrangement, this new setup isn’t bad."

"Thank you, Svanni, I clearly feel your intentions."

Herbert was genuinely happy, and this wasn’t just social niceties but his true feelings from the heart.

After all, if someone is willing to go through so much trouble to change for you, it is indeed a very delightful thing.

Herbert wasn’t happy because of the environment here, but because of Svanni’s heart.

"... You’re welcome."

Svanni also felt Herbert’s pure gratitude, and the bit of unease in her heart dissipated, revealing a faint smile.

She shook her head, then finally made up her mind and resolutely walked to the wall.

As she approached, the wall slowly moved, opening a crack that silently swallowed her figure.

And just after Svanni left the room, another figure, clad in a white long dress, slowly stepped out of the wall.

It was also Svanni.

But it was a new avatar that Herbert had never seen before — no, it was the main body.

At the center of the brow, the blessing given by the Sun Goddess slightly burned, and the Eyes of the Sun silently conveyed the result to Herbert.

This was Svanni’s true form, the source of all her Flesh Avatars.

Unlike the various abilities of different Flesh Avatars, this body of the main form seemed rather fragile.

Her skin tone was not only pale but rather "sallow."

Svanni smiled at Herbert and was about to speak when her legs suddenly gave way, and she fell forward.

Herbert stepped forward and gently supported the stumbling Svanni, feeling the slenderness and lightness in his arms.

She felt like a newborn lamb, her limbs soft and weak.

It seemed that even just walking had consumed a considerable amount of Svanni’s strength, as she now panted heavily.

Herbert narrowed his eyes, somewhat understanding why Svanni had always hidden her true form.

"Is this your true form?"

"... Yes."

Because, for Svanni, this was her greatest and most fatal weakness.

Herbert had never known what was special about this "Special Dark Elf" named Svanni.

Now, he finally understood.

Svanni’s inherently fragile body was exchanged for an exceptionally powerful soul.

It was with such an overwhelmingly powerful soul that she could create hundreds of Flesh Avatars.

And now, Svanni had revealed this secret without reservation to Herbert, handing her lifeline to him.

This was trust.

Even for ordinary people, this level of trust was touching.

Not to mention that Svanni herself was a Dark Elf, a race that found it hard to trust others.

But at this moment, Svanni did not ask Herbert to make any promises, or to swear that he would not reveal the secret to others.

She merely looked up at Herbert, and gently asked:

"Do you like it?"

She cared more about her beloved’s opinion than her own life and death.

"Like?"

Herbert directly picked Svanni up, looked down into her eyes, and softly said: "Of course, I adore it. How could I not?"

"Moreover, I am very grateful to you, Svanni, thank you for trusting me."

Knowing how rare this trust was, Herbert was even more moved.

"No, it’s I who should thank you."

Svanni found a comfortable position in Herbert’s arms, shook her head, and chuckled: "Without you, I couldn’t have done anything."

If it weren’t for Herbert, she wouldn’t have been able to free Stella, or even survive, let alone take that crucial step just now.

Though the stubborn Paladin never wanted to acknowledge his accomplishments, the saved know in their hearts.

It was Herbert who saved her.

Herbert blinked upon hearing this and hesitantly said: "Uh, if you have to say so, shall we just call it even by thanking each other?"

Svanni: ?

"... Is that how it works?"

"I think it’s possible, right? Is it?"

"I think... it might not be quite right."

The two silently exchanged a glance, then both burst into lighthearted laughter.

Herbert carried Svanni to the large bed that appeared in the center of the room, gently brushing aside her hair.

"Svanni, you... eh? Wait."

Herbert was about to speak but suddenly froze, squinting his eyes to scrutinize Svanni closely.

"What’s the matter?"

Svanni blinked in confusion.

"Uh..."

Herbert’s lips twitched, slowly saying: "Svanni, could you make me a laurel? With golden leaves."

?

Miss Dark Elf had a big question mark over her head. At a time like this, why do you want something like that?

However, despite her confusion, she did not refuse. With a wave of her hand, a golden laurel made of flesh appeared in Herbert’s hand.

Then, Svanni saw Herbert experimentally place the laurel on her head, and then he sucked in a breath.

This skin color, this black hair, this white robe, this, this, this...

"Oh, heavens above... it’s so similar."

???

Svanni was utterly bewildered at this moment.

Like whom?

What emperor?

"What did you say?"

"Oh, it’s nothing, I just thought of a golden giant. Really, you don’t have to mind, I was just musing aloud," Herbert quickly explained as he returned to his senses.

Appreciating his own work, he nodded in satisfaction and muttered under his breath: "Oh, this wretched brain of mine, cough..."

Ah, now I like her even more, what to do?

Svanni stared quietly at Herbert and slowly said: "I feel like you’re thinking some very inappropriate thoughts?"

"No, absolutely not!"

Herbert denied it immediately, gently removing the laurel from Svanni’s head and tossing it aside, before softly embracing her waist.

"Haha, how could I think of another woman at this moment?"

Not even of a woman, let alone a man?

"Alright, there’s no time to waste, we should get down to business, right?"

Amidst Svanni’s helpless yet indulgent gaze, Herbert awkwardly changed the topic, winking at her.

"Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle with you."

And regarding what was about to happen, Svanni was no longer scared.

With Herbert’s diversion, she unknowingly had fully prepared herself.

She didn’t answer.

Instead, she lifted her head and gently kissed Herbert’s lips.

"Mm..."

...

...

"Munch munch munch... Hmm? Gulp! Eh? It seems, something’s off?"

In another corner of the treehouse, the [Perceptive·Intuitive·Alert] Miss Giant Dragon suddenly stopped chewing, blinking in confusion and sniffing the air.

"Svanni! I feel like I smell Herbert! Svanni... huh?"

Valentina turned her head, seeing the Dark Elf who had quietly been with her all along.

"Wha-what’s wrong?"

"I feel like Herbert’s here?"

Miss Hungry Dragon sniffed again, but did not catch the scent, and asked uncertainly: "Have you seen him?"

"No."

Svanni shook her head and said blandly: "Perhaps it’s just your imagination? Maybe you miss him too much."

"Oh! Is that so! Then it’s fine, maybe it’s a mistake!"

As Valentina accepted this explanation and turned back to her meal, the calm-faced Svanni behind her suddenly trembled, pressing her legs together somewhat awkwardly.

Closed her legs tightly.

Afraid that something might slip out...

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