Diary of Guarding Monster Girls

Just relying on some mental insights for breakthroughs isn’t enough; she also needs to practically replenish with a large amount of energy to fill her dried-up body.

Generally speaking, aside from letting the Saints slowly absorb such energy, only the Divine is qualified to grant it to their servants all at once.

Even if Herbert wanted to help Luhier recover quickly, he would first need to find a large source of energy.

However, what might be extremely difficult for others isn’t completely directionless for Herbert.

He knows of a place where there must be a large amount of energy residue.

"That’s right, that place is the depths of the Mist Mountain Range!"

As a once shattered Divine Kingdom, its depths must retain a significant amount of Divine Power!

["Are you really treating me like a treasure?"]

Nenasha originally intended to ignore him, but she couldn’t help but retort out of respect.

It’s one thing to eat my food and use my resources, but to use my power to please other women?

"Yes, you are my treasure girl."

["Ha!"]

Although Nenasha let out a couple of cold laughs, she didn’t refuse Herbert’s plan since the power left unused is still unused, and it’s the same no matter who uses it.

Besides...

Letting the most loyal servant of that woman resurrect using my power, heh heh, isn’t that also quite an exciting experience?

Just thinking about such a scene filled Nenasha with immense joy.

["Very well, you must let her recover using my power!"]

Herbert: ?

What’s happening?

Weren’t you just sulking a moment ago? How did you suddenly become so excited?

Herbert expressed helplessness at a certain goddess’s capriciousness, but had no intention of delving deeper as long as the outcome was good.

At this time, Lukalia, who had been nervously trying to please Luhier, finally came to her senses.

"Ha, you’re quite leisurely, aren’t you?"

She looked at Herbert standing leisurely before her and said in annoyance, "I say, is bullying me that interesting?"

Miss Mirror Demon strongly protested against Herbert’s behavior of flaunting power.

Damn, if you have the guts, come yourself!

Is it possible to not walk around everywhere with a massive weapon of destruction?

Herbert didn’t mind her impotent rage and casually replied, "It’s okay, I guess. It’s generally fun."

Hmm, it’s barely okay!

But seeing Miss Mirror Demon’s "nuclear kind" gaze, Herbert hesitated for a moment and changed his tone:

"Uh, well, I mean you’re not as fun to tease as Eliza... wait, no, I mean, you’re not as witty and humorous as she is."

Herbert tried to salvage, but seemed to make it worse, making Miss Mirror Demon’s expression increasingly odd.

"...Ugh, wait, let me think of an excuse."

As Herbert pondered how to remedy the situation, Miss Mirror Demon suddenly burst out laughing.

"Pfft, hahaha!"

Lukalia floated out from the mirror, laughing uncontrollably, nodding repeatedly at Herbert, "You’re right!"

"I think you’re absolutely right! Eliza really is adorable, truly naive, completely unlike a Legendary Vampire who’s lived for years."

Herbert also laughed, nodding in agreement.

In her view, the Disciplinary Hall currently features three major comedians—Valentina, Eliza, and Kreti.

These three are a gathering of talents, a collection of oddities, each with their own unique skills.

Finding these three geniuses in a small Disciplinary Hall, Herbert’s luck is unmatched.

However, Herbert did not agree with Lukalia’s viewpoint, instead shook his head, explaining for Eliza:

"Actually, you just saw the side of her she wants you to see; the real Eliza isn’t that harmless."

"She has a fierce and ruthless side too, though that side is shown to enemies, not to us partners."

Herbert recalled the memory scenes he saw amidst blood, where under the moonlight, the figure of her ruthlessly killing her "father" left an indelible impression.

—Hmm, her whispered childish lines also made the sealed left eye feel a phantom pain, almost being attacked by the dark force.

In response, Lukalia curiously glanced at Herbert, asked back: "Then which do you think is real, and which is fake?"

Hmm?

Herbert looked back in confusion, seeing deep eyes and the Silver Tongue lightly licking red lips.

"Since Eliza has already proactively shown this state, why bother with those issues?"

Previously acting as a comedian in front of the Fallen Angels, the Mirror Demon now resembled a Wise Man full of wisdom.

"For you, isn’t that enough of her?"

Herbert also restrained his smile, raised his brow slightly, pausing in silence, then asked in an odd tone, "Are you lecturing me?"

"No~ haha! How could that be!"

Lukalia licked her lips, waving her hand playfully with a mischievous grin, "Oh dear, how dare I lecture an adult like you!"

"If you got angry and brought that terrifying Fallen Angel over again, I would have to play dumb."

"However, I wanted to give you a little suggestion—no one is perfect, sometimes you really shouldn’t worry too much~"

"I’ve seen too many examples, concerns leading to hesitation, and hesitation often leads to regretful outcomes."

The Mirror Space suddenly quieted down.

Lukalia stopped speaking, sitting on her mirror entity, with her hands folded under her chin, resting her elbows on her legs, swinging her legs back and forth.

With her petite body and youthful face, she looked just like an innocent little girl sitting on a bridge, looking down at the scenery below.

While Herbert was like that fisherman just passing under the bridge, looking up and meeting her gaze.

One gaze, infinite time.

The two quietly stared into each other’s eyes, trying to discern the hidden thoughts within.

After a moment, Herbert suddenly laughed.

He shook his head, laughed playfully, asked, "Lukalia, don’t you feel you’ve been meddling a bit too much lately?"

"Do you think so?"

Miss Mirror Demon also showed a playful smile, shook her legs more freely, her crystal-clear legs scattering shimmering fragments like a broken mirror while swaying.

Those were not substantial fragments, but aggregates of Magic Power, a symbol of Miss Mirror Demon’s cheerful mood.

At this moment, Lukalia was very happy.

She knew, Herbert understood her hint.

Good.

This is really good.

What is a riddler most afraid of?

Is it the riddle being solved?

No, not at all!

What a riddler fears most is the other party not understanding the riddle at all!

If the other party was a blunt brute who understood nothing, then one’s efforts would be like playing music to cattle, completely wasted.

"Rest assured, I’m just trying to give you a little help, whether you accept it or not is up to you."

"However... I hope you can move forward more easily, receive more help, and go further."

She looked at Herbert, eyes flickering with anticipation.

After witnessing Herbert’s experiences in the Holy City of Radiance, Lukalia had thoroughly understood one thing.

This man is not a "potential" stock.

But perhaps the most precious treasure she has encountered in her life!

She is now unwilling to merely witness Herbert reaching the end.

So, Lukalia has made a bold decision.

This time, she doesn’t plan to just be a recorder of history.

She...

also wants to step into this piece of history.

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