Diary of Guarding Monster Girls

Chapter 853 - 432: Demon Favored by Fortune?

["Tsk, are you trying to annoy me on purpose?"]

Miss Xie Shen was very displeased with Herbert’s fickle affection and complained: ["You greedy guy! Isn’t having one goddess like me enough?"]

Nenasha pouted and complained like a neglected woman past her prime:

["Besides, don’t you consider yourself blessed enough already? Do you even realize how lucky it is to have met me?"]

"Oh, come on."

Herbert rolled his eyes and huffed: "Isn’t the lucky one you who met me?"

["I never denied that!"]

The Divine bellowed loudly near his ear, throwing a tantrum and demanding an answer from the mortal: ["Forget everything else! Just tell me if meeting me was lucky or not!"]

["Yes, yes, yes! Was it? Was it? Was it!!?"]

Miss Xie Shen kept repeating the question loudly from deep within his soul!

Herbert, exhausted by the noise, finally nodded "reluctantly": "Yes, yes, yes, it truly is a great blessing!"

["Hmph! That’s more like it~"]

Once he finally soothed the Harmonious God, Herbert turned his focus back to the outer world.

Where is this place?

Without hesitation, Herbert was ready to jump down and investigate.

But Flora quickly grabbed him from behind and pulled him back softly, saying, "Master, please allow me to go down first to scout for danger."

The Holy Light Enchanting Demon’s eyes glowed with a soft golden light as she calmly looked at her master, speaking gently: "Please do not refuse; this is my mission, my sworn oath."

Gentle, yet undeniable.

Flora’s attitude was very clear: My dear master, please let Nien not hinder me from being your sword and shield.

"..."

Herbert’s brow furrowed lightly but relaxed soon after.

No matter how much someone dares to be wild at heart, Flora is now a Paladin who swore her oath.

Not everyone can become a Paladin, and becoming one doesn’t mean you’re one forever.

They enjoy the blessings and grace brought about by the oath and must adhere to their sworn rules.

If they do not uphold their Divine Oath, they will eventually lose that glorious identity.

She will do everything to protect her entrusted master.

No one can stop her.

Not even the master being protected.

Herbert stopped for a moment, then smiled and nodded: "Okay, you go ahead, you’ve worked hard."

Flora smiled gently and shook her head, then turned and gracefully leapt into the cave.

However, just as she was falling, Herbert seemed to catch a glimpse of a slightly sinister dangerous smile on her face.

Was it an illusion?

But soon, Herbert realized he probably didn’t see wrong.

Because from inside, came a scream—belonging to Kreti.

"Wait! It’s me! It’s me!"

"I’m not hurt! Stop! Don’t come over!"

"Don’t use Holy Light to heal me, I’m not—ah!!!"

"Flo! Ra!"

"You damn Demon! You--ah, wrong! I was wrong!"

"Don’t—ah!"

"Herbert!"

"Come control her, you—"

...

In just thirty seconds, Kreti let out about twenty screams.

The anguished howls were so tragic, they could make one cry upon hearing them.

Valentina blinked rapidly, giving an odd glance into the cave.

"What are they doing?"

Herbert shook his head with a soft laugh: "Probably just an accidental mishap, surely Flora wouldn’t be taking this opportunity for revenge on Kreti, right? Haha."

How could it be?

Haha.

"Alright, since they’re having such a lively scuffle, it should be safe inside. Let’s go down too."

Just as Herbert was about to step down, Valentina grabbed onto him.

Hmm?

Again?

Do you want a turn as well?

He hadn’t reacted yet when he felt himself being flipped over, and then his head was pressed down firmly, sinking into something soft.

Firmly, pressing.

In that soft, fragrant, jade-like skin, Herbert heard a soft grunt filled with faint grievance and dissatisfaction.

"Hmph!"

No more words were needed for Herbert to immediately understand.

This wasn’t just about Flora’s attempt to steal earlier, but also resentment for not allowing her to indulge back in the Holy City.

Valentina, tough and not verbose, choosing actions over words whenever possible.

Not fond of thinking, always hungry.

Yet not entirely brainless.

As a self-proclaimed "gourmet," her mind was always sharp in matters of eating and "eating."

She keenly sensed what happened between Herbert and Flora.

She didn’t mind Herbert being shared with others.

But this generosity was conditional on her own share being untouched.

This unique Giant Dragon isn’t as selfish as her kin, yet not overly generous.

Earlier, with two others present, Valentina held back and didn’t complain to Herbert, but now she demanded justice.

Or rather—sweetly got her due share back.

She needed no apology, no explanation, no compensation from Herbert.

Just needed her missing share to be replenished.

That would be enough.

Herbert reciprocated with a firm hug, his palm soothingly patting Valentina’s back, silently expressing his apology.

The two had no further communication, simply embracing quietly, feeling each other’s warmth, heartbeat, scent...

This tranquil and beautiful atmosphere didn’t last long, soon interrupted by an angry roar.