Diary of Guarding Monster Girls-Chapter 360 - 254 Bloodthirst and Satisfaction (4.6K)_2

But she didn’t want to completely lose her mind and become a complete lunatic.

No.

I’ve been struggling here for so many years, for what?

Isn’t it all to avoid becoming such a monster?

I’ve held on for so long, how can I fail at the last moment!!?

"Give me, blood..."

The mind was in utter chaos.

Yet at such a critical juncture, her thoughts became clearer.

It’s not over yet, there’s still a chance!

Eliza knew clearly, who was the only person she could plead with now.

"Herbert, give me!"

"Save me..."

She humbly begged the unseen Paladin behind her, hoping he could save her.

As long as Herbert could give her some blood, temporarily suppress the Thirst for Blood Syndrome, just a little relief would be enough.

Really, just a little would be enough!

"Give me your, blood..."

At this moment, Eliza’s words began to falter, barely forming complete sentences.

She was fighting with will and instinct.

This was remarkable.

In this world, there is a saying—"A vampire’s hunger is a true hell."

In the past, many people were turned into vampires for various reasons, forced to become one of them.

In the beginning, most people were unwilling to accept such a tragic fate, they resisted the instinct to feed, unwilling to fall.

They tried to overcome instinct with willpower.

But in the end... ninety-nine percent did not last till the end.

They either succumbed to desire and became one of the vampires, or ended themselves before completely breaking down.

The desire to feed, rooted deep in the soul, is unimaginably terrifying to most people.

And now Eliza maintaining her will without breaking down is already admirable.

Because she’s not just any vampire, but a Legendary Level vampire who thirsted for blood for hundreds of years.

The desire she feels at this moment is unimaginable to ordinary people!

"...blood, blood."

But clearly, she might not hold out for much longer.

"..."

Herbert watched Eliza’s pitiful form, defiantly struggling, his eyes downcast, his lips slightly curled, gently shaking his head.

"What a tragic and... well, admirable scene."

He looked at Eliza’s dress, nodding critically, adding a remark.

"This scene is truly moving."

As for what exactly moved him... that is not convenient to reveal.

Moreover, regarding Eliza, Herbert would of course step in at the last moment to help.

Emotionally speaking, there’s no enmity between the two, Herbert certainly doesn’t wish for Eliza to break down completely.

Although there are some "interest disputes," dealing in some illegal blood products, their private relationship is fairly decent.

Rationally speaking, Eliza is his prisoner to supervise and reform.

As a righteously-minded Prison Warden, he should certainly not neglect the inmates’ suffering but instead proactively help.

Both emotionally and rationally, Herbert would intervene, not letting her become a lunatic.

However!

Until this moment, Herbert still showed no intention of stepping in to help.

He was still waiting.

For the timing, just slightly off. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

It wasn’t yet the perfect moment!

The emphasis of "helping at the last moment" isn’t on "helping," but on "last moment."

It’s the timeless truth that "providing fuel in snowy weather" is always better than "adding splashes to brocade."

Help too early, and others might feel your presence unremarkable, and not appreciate your kindness.

Help too late, and everything may be too late.

How to grasp the perfect timing is key to "maximizing gratitude."

The current situation is suitable for intervention, but it still lacks a tiny bit of temperature.

There’s still a need to maintain tension—to truly seize the initiative.

On another note, Eliza hasn’t yet spoken the words he wants to hear.

"Eliza, I can indeed help you, and I will help you, but don’t you think there’s something missing right now?"

Herbert placed his hand on Eliza’s calf, his fingertips gently gliding over the rare spider silk stockings, giving them a pinch.

Eliza, all her attention on resisting desire, showed no reaction to his frivolity, only her body instinctively shivered a bit.

Herbert felt the silky smoothness, licked his lips, and softly spoke: "I don’t understand, just how much do you like me... or should I say, my blood?"

Is it really that delicious?

So intoxicating.

Eliza certainly couldn’t further explain—Herbert didn’t need her to anyway.

"How should you speak when asking for help? I don’t need to teach you that, do I?"

He grabbed the smooth but slightly cool slender leg, softly said: "Moreover, I feel you still don’t respect me enough."

"At a time like this, you won’t even say ’please’ to me."

The white-haired Prison Warden spoke in a Godfather reference no one else could understand, chuckled twice, whispering to the prisoner.

"Alright, Eliza, pray to me."

The gentle voice flowed into Eliza’s ears, Herbert’s voice at this moment seemed incredibly distinct.

Overwhelming all desires, directly reaching her heart.

"It’s time to let go of everything, abandon unnecessary worries."

"Earnestly pray to me."

"Entrust everything to me, in return, I will save you, grant you what you desire... everything."