Diary of Guarding Monster Girls

You are the knowledgeable big sister, the embodiment of mortal wisdom; how can you be lectured like an ignorant child by this little fellow?

Ughhhh!

Ophidia was unwilling, but had to admit, it was quite delightful to be treated like a child for a change.

Of course, even if her heart softened, her mouth could not afford to.

It was a matter of her dignity as a big sister!

Thus, after holding back for a while, Ophidia looked at the small petal fragment in her hand, pursed her lips, and stubbornly mumbled:

"I’m... I’m not that unbearable."

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Herbert was stunned for a moment, then looked at the petal he deliberately tore unevenly, and burst into laughter.

"Haha, you, really, hahaha!"

He tried to suppress his smile but found he couldn’t control it, so he simply laughed freely.

Seeing this, Ophidia, who was already feeling insecure, became angry with shame and complained quietly: "What are you laughing at!!?"

"Nothing, nothing, haha."

Herbert waved his hand repeatedly, handing over his petal with a bright smile: "Of course, it’s just a metaphor, no other meaning."

And in the moment the two half-petals touched, a strong life force spread from Herbert’s fingertips, merging into the petal.

A flash of white light, and the previously torn petal halves were perfectly reassembled, showing no sign of having been torn.

Herbert placed the restored petal in Ophidia’s palm with satisfaction and nodded: "This is more like you."

Ophidia lowered her head and looked at the petal resting silently in her palm, unable to say a word.

"..."

She suddenly felt that her previous stubbornness was utterly pointless.

Why struggle any longer?

Compared to others’ skills, your tricks are really not worth noting, truly pitiful...

"Sigh!"

A moment later, Ophidia sighed, deciding to give up those meaningless resistances and face her inner emotions.

"Thank you."

"Hmm?"

She lifted her head, looking at Herbert’s smiling eyes seriously: "Herbert, thank you for bringing me to this place, and... thank you for your words and how you treated me."

"Perhaps, I will never be able to respond to your feelings, nor make sense of my own true thoughts."

"However, everything I’ve experienced today will undoubtedly become my cherished memories."

"Herbert, please allow me to express my gratitude to you once again."

Ophidia gently lowered her head, quietly saying: "Thank you for bringing me here, allowing me to step out of the prison that locked me for a thousand years, briefly gaining freedom."

"Thank you."

At this moment, there was no concealment or avoidance.

After a thousand years, Ophidia finally conveyed her thoughts unreservedly to another.

And confronted with her gratitude, the young man nodded with a smile, calmly accepting this rare feeling.

"You’re welcome."

Then, Herbert tilted his head and smilingly asked: "To you, is this already enough?"

"Don’t you want to leave more precious memories? Don’t you want to have a special memento?"

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Hearing this, Ophidia, still in a moving state, immediately changed her expression, feeling their conversation was heading off track again.

He’s going to tease me again!

Yet, learning from past mistakes, Ophidia, who had suffered several losses, smartened up and didn’t explode immediately.

She hesitated at first, then tentatively asked: "...Do you mean?"

What if I’m "overthinking" again?

"Of course, it’s—doing something meaningful together."

Herbert said with a smiling face: "It’s like planting a seed today, waiting for a while for it to bloom and bear fruit, finally harvesting."

"As long as everything goes smoothly, it can accompany you in the future, spending long years with you when I’m not around."

???

The more Ophidia listened, the more she felt something was amiss.

No matter how you look at it, aren’t you talking about that thing!!?

Planting seeds, harvesting... kids?

Leaving behind a child?

Have we already fast-forwarded to this step?

"That’s right!"

Herbert, amidst Ophidia’s panicked gaze, beamed brilliantly as he reached for the lapel of his garment... and pulled out the Thorn Seed.

Clang clang!

He enthusiastically raised the Epic Level Demon Seed above his head, declaring, "Let’s plant it together!"

Wait a minute! I feel we’re not quite at that stage, we should continue spending more time togeth—ah?

Ophidia’s words got stuck in her throat at the last moment, staring blankly at Herbert holding the seed high.

I-I knew it!

"...Alas."

Honestly, Ophidia was not surprised by such a development, rubbing her temples, she looked at Herbert with a touch of resentment.

You mischievous rascal...

Herbert seemed oblivious to Ophidia’s resentful look, speaking to himself, "Don’t underestimate this seed; it’s an Epic Seed enough to accompany you through the next millennium."

"Although I’d like to say that I’ll always be by your side, such a promise lacks persuasion; you wouldn’t believe it yet."

"So, let’s have it accompany you for now."

Herbert’s decision to let Ophidia care for the Thorn Seed was not impulsive, but a result of careful consideration.

Elda does not currently lack an Epic Level power that requires a long time to mature; rather than wasting resources to cultivate a potentially promising sentinel, it’s better to focus on expansion and infrastructure.

Giving it to Ophidia not only gives her something to do but also saves more energy... She would surely take good care of it, right?

A win-win, a perfect double victory—I win twice!

Of course, giving the seed to the Forest Goddess to cultivate is also an option; it can mature quickly.

But having insufficient contact with Fulingya and the relationship not being established, he worried she might hold back, thus he decided against it.

"So, what should we do?"

After being speechless for a moment, Ophidia regained herself, as her interest in nurturing the Epic Level plant demon overwhelmed her dissatisfaction with Herbert.

She didn’t pursue the seed’s origins because it served no purpose.

If Herbert wanted to speak, he’d do so without prompting; if he didn’t want to speak, questioning would only yield lies.

Better not ask.

Since the other thoughtfully didn’t ask, Herbert didn’t bother to explain, but earnestly replied:

"This species has a strong aggressiveness; to ensure it can drop its hostility as soon as it sprouts, we need to water it with our blood."

Saying so, he directly cut his fingertip, letting out golden-tinged blood.

Ophidia, seeing this, did not hesitate, similarly cut her fair fingertip, allowing the blood to flow.

Their blood merged in the air, falling together onto the seed’s surface like droplets striking a dry sponge, being rapidly absorbed.

As the blood merged, the previously resistant seed immediately settled down, obediently falling.

"Whew, seems everything went smoothly... Huh!!?"

Ophidia, seeing this calming scene, relaxed, ready to withdraw her hand, when suddenly her fingertip felt warm—Herbert had taken her bleeding fingertip into his mouth.

"You’ve bled too much, let me stop the bleeding for you, mum."

???

"Herbert, you!!?"

What the heck are you doing?

"Hm?"

Herbert lifted his head, blinked, following her gaze to his own fingers, as if realizing something.

"Oh! You want it too? Oh, I can’t say no to you, here."

Truly a little greedy cat!

(Stuff)

Herbert "helplessly" shook his head, then... promptly popped his own finger into Ophidia’s mouth.

"Ugh!!?"

Ophidia was momentarily incapacitated, while Herbert silently mused in his heart.

"Wow, what a roundabout path we’ve taken..."

Herbert gently licked the sweet blood seeping from the cool fingertips, his eyes squinted with a smile, filled with anticipation.

"I wonder, what interesting blessings this Epic Monster Girl, Ophidia, might bring me?"

[Blood of the Snake of Knowledge] acquired!

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