Diary of Guarding Monster Girls

"Does it resemble me?"

Ophidia was silent for a while, looking into Herbert’s earnest eyes, then suddenly laughed and shook her head.

"No, it doesn’t."

She lowered her eyes to the flowers beside her, reached out to lift one, and said softly, "I’m not that wonderful, it’s merely the version of me in your eyes."

Not right.

I’m not that harmless.

"And the real me is far more unsavory."

Not nearly as beautiful.

"Even more... imperfect."

What Herbert spoke of wasn’t her true self, it was merely a false reflection embellished in his eyes.

"Oh?"

Upon hearing this, Herbert raised his brows, his expression turning peculiar, as he retorted, "Do you think others are perfect?"

"For this world, imperfection is the norm."

"You’re imperfect, I’m imperfect, everyone is imperfect, even the Divine Spirit is the same."

"In this respect, the Divine is no better than mortals."

Herbert’s words made Ophidia’s eyes widen.

She wasn’t surprised that he thought this way; he’s always been irreverent toward the Divine Spirit.

But is it okay to speak like this freely outside?

"Don’t worry, this is the Mist Mountain Range; They can’t hear us."

Herbert knew what she was worried about, waved his hand, and laughed casually: "Besides, even if they could hear, what could they do? I would still say the same in Their presence."

Heard, so what?

Counter me? Or intend to punish me?

"They have no right to judge me."

The Sun’s mortal Saint looked down on the Divine Spirit, openly mocking them.

"Indeed, they do possess great power, but that doesn’t mean they are the embodiment of perfection."

"The Divine Spirit can be great, bright, and righteous, but that doesn’t mean all gods are like this."

"Arrogance, greed, despicable, evil, madness... These are also part of Them, not only the Evil God, even those so-called True Gods cannot escape."

With more understanding of the Divine Spirit, His understanding of Their pathetic nature became deeper.

Herbert spoke softly:

"The Divine Spirit is also not perfect."

Mortals did not speak from a mocking mindset, but rather calmly stated the fragility of the Divine Spirit.

"They are trapped by the Divine Position, constrained by their own powers, their thoughts are more fragile than mortals, more easily swayed from one extreme to the other."

The Divine Position is a mighty force but also a solid constraint, a heavy shackle bound to the Divine Spirit.

Look at that brutal Sun, that’s a typical example of being overly influenced by the Divine Position, even their self-awareness is nearly assimilated by the Rules.

From the mortals’ perspective, indeed They could be seen as a representative of great, bright, and righteous, a hope to save the world.

But at the same time, that arrogance already flowing through Their bones is the truest portrayal of Their essence.

As for other gods, how much better can they be?

The God of Sinful Desire, the embodiment of desire, mentally unsound, a pure psychopath, not a normal person.

Ice and Snow Goddess, well, She’s just a stray cat.

Silver Moon Goddess, a split personality, occasionally raving.

There are many other gods learned from the classics, more or less influenced by their Divine Position, gradually altering in the direction their Divine Position anticipates.

The Divine Spirit is not free.

As for Nenasha...

["Hmm? What do you want to say?"]

"Ahem, nothing, Lady Nenasha is truly flawless! Moreover, I really want to witness the perfect Lady Goddess, do I have such a chance?"

["...Hmph, you’ll see eventually! No point rushing, won’t help!"]

Herbert listened to Miss Xie Shen’s evasive excuse, secretly pursing his lips, thinking that he must find a chance to properly deal with Her.

But for now, finish the business at hand first.

Herbert, oh Herbert, how can you be like a player, looking at the person in front while thinking about another woman?

["Resemble?"]

To Nenasha, someone’s stubbornness was shocking.

Still "resemble" a player?

Can’t you be a little modest?

Herbert ignored Nenasha’s contempt, continued to softly persuade Ophidia: "If not even the Divine Spirit can achieve this, why should we force ourselves to do so?"

"There is no need to strive for perfection."

"We are not sages, imperfection is the norm for each of us."

"An imperfect face, imperfect talents, imperfect character... perhaps everything in life cannot reach perfection, maybe just a little shy, but that’s okay, for that is who we are."

He picked up a petal from the ground, tore it into two uneven halves, and handed one over.

"Every individual is lacking something, and at such times, we need the help of others."

Then, Herbert nodded towards the pensive Ophidia, aligned the torn ends of the petal and smiled:

"You see, the part you lack may be precisely what I possess, and what you possess is what I lack. Only when we come together can we truly reach perfection."

At this moment, Ophidia fully understood what Herbert was trying to convey and couldn’t deny that she was moved.

Facing his sincere persuasion, it’s false to say that her heart wasn’t touched.

But Ophidia now... felt a bit dissatisfied.

This dissatisfaction wasn’t directed at Herbert, but at herself.

Ophidia, you embarrassing little...!