Diary of Guarding Monster Girls

Just at that moment, certain people were using prophecy to find him.

What a coincidence.

It can only be said that it was the accumulation of various coincidences that unexpectedly caused this moment.

And more unexpectedly, Herbert happened to have Ophidia by his side, which allowed an immediate counteraction to the prophecy.

But actually, even if he were exposed, it wouldn’t be a problem.

Herbert didn’t plan to stay hidden in the Mist Mountain Range forever; that might avoid the prying eyes of others, growing stealthily in the base camp.

Temporary discretion is acceptable, but he couldn’t possibly survive in secrecy forever.

His personality isn’t the type to keep enduring silently, instead of being forced into the spotlight in the end, he might as well take the initiative.

Herbert thought about it, nodded to Ophidia, and said softly, "...I probably know who is looking for me, don’t worry about me, I have a handle on this."

Ophidia shot a deep look at Herbert, detecting the hidden meaning in his words, and frowned.

"..."

Does this mean he doesn’t want me to get involved?

Is there a secret that cannot see the light of day?

Or is there something I’m not allowed to know?

Regardless of the situation, Ophidia couldn’t help but feel a bit displeased about it.

I was just helping you, and yet you treat me as an outsider?

What’s more, just now, their relationship had progressed a step further.

But before the passion cooled down, a cold bucket of water was poured over it.

Feeling slightly displeased, Ophidia’s attitude turned cold and she said faintly, "In that case, since you’re confident, I won’t interfere much; take care of yourself."

"Since you don’t need my help, I’ll head back then... Hmm!!?"

Just as Ophidia turned her head, preparing to return to the Monastery without looking back, she suddenly felt her palm grow warm again.

No way!!?

"You!"

She was startled, instinctively thinking Herbert had put her finger into his mouth again, and whipped her head around ready to shout–but found her hand was being held by him.

Phew!

Luckily, luckily, it’s not the mouth... wait, holding hands isn’t right either, I’m still mad at him!

"Let go."

Ophidia suppressed the urge to yank her hand away from him, and pretended indifference, saying, "Who allowed you to be so presumptuous? Who allowed you to hold my hand like this? Who..."

"Ophidia."

Herbert interrupted Ophidia’s stubbornness, first releasing her hand and then gripping it again, changing the way they held hands.

He intertwined their fingers, gently grasping Ophidia’s stiff hand, and said softly, "I refuse your help not because I don’t trust you; on the contrary, I hope you can trust me a bit more."

"Some matters I can seek help from others, but there are things that I must resolve myself."

"If I rely on others for help, there will be no meaning. I won’t grow; I’ll always hide under your protection."

"Ophidia, you wouldn’t want to see me become a useless person who only depends on women for protection, right?"

He raised their intertwined hands, lowering his head to kiss the back of her hand seriously, saying, "I hope you can trust me, can you?"

But after Herbert treated her like that, Ophidia’s expression was unexpectedly calm, not shy, but tightly furrowed.

Hmm?

Something wrong, is there a problem?

Just as Herbert was doubting if he did something wrong, he heard Ophidia speak slowly.

She said:

"Did you just say ’you all’?"

"Are you saying there are many women sheltering you?"

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Women, is that the main point!!?

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