Diary of Guarding Monster Girls

"Being loved?"

Svanni stopped in her tracks, turned her head, and looked at the reflection in the mirror blankly, slowly saying, "What do you mean by that? Are you mocking me?"

The Dark Elf hadn’t explicitly said anything, but the icy cold gaze she cast made her message unmistakably clear—no more words.

Shut up.

"What do I mean?"

However, the Mirror Demon seemed to lack emotional intelligence at the moment and obliviously replied, "Nothing special, really, I just wanted to tell you that you also have the right to be loved—"

Bam.

The reflection in the mirror was speaking eloquently when suddenly the scene spun wildly in front of it.

The mirror that held the reflection was violently swung by hardened flesh, spinning several times in the air before crashing heavily into the wall of the treehouse.

Bam!

Then it bounced onto the ground, sliding several meters before landing face up in front of Svanni’s black knee-high boots.

"Oh? You’re making a move already? Svanni, are you... in a hurry?"

"If you can’t even tolerate this, it’ll be really hard for me to help you!"

"Listen to me, can’t you not be so angry? If you feel insulted, I can apologize to you~"

Lukalia’s mocking laughter echoed from the mirror; she seemed completely unfazed by the insult.

The ceaseless words sounded even more thrilled.

"Shut up."

The heel of the boot lifted, mercilessly stomping down on the smooth mirror surface, aiming directly at the face of the figure in the mirror.

Crack!

The heel struck the mirror hard, driving it into the ground, but it didn’t shatter, remaining intact.

This wasn’t just any ordinary round mirror; it was a gift personally given by Miss Mirror Demon, something considered a small part of her essence.

Unless Legendary Level power is used, it’s hard to break it.

Apart from its extreme hardness, it basically had no other abilities, only serving the function of "face-to-face" communication.

"Oh dear."

The figure in the mirror turned its head at the last moment, narrowly avoiding the embarrassment of being stepped on, tilting its head and smiling: "You wouldn’t say you stepped in by accident because you couldn’t hold your foot, would you?"

"..." Svanni furrowed her brow silently, not speaking, but neither did she show any intention of removing the heel.

On the contrary, she ground the heel back and forth, exerting more force.

Crack...

Hearing the mirror finally showing signs of being unable to bear the weight, the figure in the mirror twitched its lips slightly, coughed, and laughed dryly.

"You know, this is still part of my body, isn’t it a bit rude to do this~?"

Lukalia gave Svanni a rather aggrieved look and pouted: "Aren’t you showing a bit of disrespect to me, an Epic Strongman?"

You should be stepping on Herbert!

I’ve never thought being stepped on was joyful.

"Respect?"

Upon hearing this, Svanni sneered coldly and said indifferently, "You talk to me about respect? Did you, this Epic Strongman, respect me?"

I also have the right to be loved?

Who are you to say that?

"Well, this..."

Lukalia thought for a moment, answering unconfidently, "I at least didn’t use your face to receive it, isn’t that giving plenty of honor?"

Miss Mirror Demon currently bore Svanni’s face, so if she had been stepped on, it wouldn’t be much different from the other party being stepped on the face.

"Humph."

Svanni snorted dismissively, too lazy to respond to the other party’s unconvincing argument.

"So, what do you know?"

Svanni stood on the mirror, looking down at the reflection condescendingly, and asked coolly, "What do you know about me?"

"Ahaha..."

Lukalia laughed, giggling: "Oh my, aren’t we friends? Friends know a lot about each other..."

"We are not friends."

Svanni coldly interrupted Lukalia, speaking indifferently, "Please don’t act as if we know each other well."

"Though Herbert wishes for us to become friends and not have hostile intentions, currently...we are not friends."

"I’m not the type to get along well with others, incapable of achieving what he wishes."

She looked at the smiling reflection, squeezing out her ruthless words: "I’m just forcing myself to endure, trying hard to fit in, attempting to befriend them."

"As for you, I’m just chatting with you under his arrangement, letting you waste some of my time."

"This is our relationship, nothing more."

"Do you really think I enjoy chatting? Enjoy listening to your boring stories?"

The Dark Elf slowly lifted the heel, then dropped it heavily again.

Thud!

"Initially, I planned to continue enduring, waiting for Herbert to realize the reality, but now I’ve changed my mind... I’m not going to try to get along with you."

The coldness in her eyes intensified, yet she wordlessly withdrew the heel, turning away without hesitation.

Enough.

More than enough.

This child’s play game no longer needs to be performed.

I remain alone.

For someone like me, loneliness is my true companion.

Svanni knew exactly what she had said.

Once these heartless words were spoken, the other party would definitely not show any goodwill towards her again.

"...Hehe."

Svanni was fully aware of her intense reactions, laughing self-mockingly without intending to explain anything.

She didn’t need that goodwill.

She didn’t need this... "sympathy."

Saying something like "the right to be loved"?