Diary of Guarding Monster Girls

Such a thing, she doesn’t have.

Bearing a fallen background, dark thoughts, a solitary personality, and family sins... with all these burdens, what qualification does she have to be loved?

How could there be any possibility?

There never was.

But that’s alright, Svanni had already accepted this fact.

Awkward.

Her personality is just this awkward, just this ugly.

This is her, authentic as can be.

Svanni had long since grown accustomed to such a fate.

This "twist" is her very self.

So just continue to be alone, immersed in research, helping him as much as she can.

"..."

Svanni squinted her eyes, silently pursing her lips.

However, if that’s the case, in the future, even Lukalia wouldn’t approach anymore...

"Oh, don’t be so sensitive!"

Just as Svanni’s mood was about to sink, an unchanged, carefree laugh came from behind: "It’s okay if you don’t intend to make good relations with me, as long as I want to make good relations with you, isn’t it?"

"Don’t you think?"

A round mirror floated up from the ground, slowly flying into Svanni’s hand and winked at her.

"You..."

Svanni’s expression was bewildered like never before, her brows tightly furrowed, unable to comprehend the Mirror Demon’s actions.

Why?

Why do you still want to approach?

Are you...

really just that bored?

really just in need of someone to chat with?

She didn’t understand.

Svanni pondered for a while and could only regard Lukalia’s persistence as a plea to continue chatting with her.

But why must it go to such lengths?

As an Epic Strongman, what about your dignity?

The Dark Elf was silent for a while, her tone softened considerably, no longer as harsh, she said slowly:

"...if you need others to chat with, Elda has brought another batch of residents, they could be your conversation partners."

Svanni didn’t say it directly, but the hidden meaning was clear—please spare me.

Go find others, don’t pester me anymore.

The temperament of the Dark Elf was indeed quite twisted, unable to grasp the other’s insistence.

But as luck would have it, Miss Mirror Demon was also someone who didn’t need understanding from others, doing whatever she pleased.

Lukalia didn’t reply directly but instead said: "Svanni, I understand your thoughts, I’m clear about your current state."

"You are trying to escape."

"You aren’t skilled in dealing with goodwill from others, don’t know how to handle this unfamiliar emotion, so you respond using your usual way."

The reflection in the mirror was no longer smiling, truly mirroring Svanni’s momentary bittersweet expression.

There’s hesitation, joy, but more predominantly fear.

Only lacking disgust.

Saying things like you hate becoming friends with me, yet the emotion in your eyes reveals your true thoughts.

"What a pity."

Lukalia looked at Svanni’s complex, bitter expression, softly said: "In that Dark Territory full of plots, your coping method is fine, it can even be called perfect."

How can one effectively evade those hiding malice behind the guise of goodwill?

Don’t accept any "goodwill" from others.

Just like that, even if someone truly harbors ill intentions, they can’t succeed.

In the Dark Territory, it’s the most correct and effective method of self-preservation.

"But the issue is, you’re no longer there now, aren’t you?"

Lukalia pointed out the problem, indicating Svanni to look at the ground and surroundings, reminding: "Here, is your place of residence now."

"Because Herbert is here, though it still nominally has a prison, for us, it’s long ceased to be a place that confines us."

Svanni was silent, unable to find words to counter.

The situation is indeed as Lukalia said, the rules here are already just a name.

Though the Third Commandment Hall still serves as a cage limiting free outings, actually... well, those who understand know.

Sometimes a Giant Dragon drops by for dinner, sometimes a Mirror Demon comes talking to herself, sometimes a Vampire over there hissing as he licks a jar...

Compared to the solitude confinement of past hundreds of years, under Herbert’s command, the Disciplinary Hall mainly showcases one word: freedom.

Is it a prison? It’s more akin to a paradise.

Such vigilance of mine, here, is truly a bit unnecessary.

"Therefore, you now don’t need to be so tense anymore, you can completely calmly accept others’ kindness~"

Lukalia watched Svanni’s seemingly thoughtful expression, knowing her persuasion had some effect, and continued: "Regarding my thoughts, don’t be too nervous, I’m really only caring about you, I wasn’t lying."

"I only wanted to remind you, let you understand that everyone currently in this hall, including you, including me, all have the qualification to be loved."

"We may have committed various sins in the past, burdened with different sins, but as long as we’re alive, there’s still qualification for redemption."

The Mirror Demon secretly pouted, muttering softly: "No, after all, that old guy kept us alive, from the start, didn’t he just want us to find a way to redeem ourselves?"

That dreadful existence... really excessively strong.

Legendary Level Monster Girls are alright, to them, the Archbishop is just powerful, without understanding how truly formidable he is.

But Epic Level Monster Girls are even more clear on how terrifying, how invincible the Archbishop is.