Diary of Guarding Monster Girls-Chapter 409 - 273 Questions (6K, please subscribe!)_2

An obedient sapling is certainly delightful, making one eager to water and nurture it, helping it grow robustly.

But the future of a sapling nurtured this way is limited.

A prodigy with self-will and firm beliefs is more likely to achieve unexpected results.

Even if...the belief this prodigy holds is somewhat misguided, it doesn’t change his precious qualities.

If others are rare treasures, then Herbert is a once-in-a-thousand-years rarity.

The Ashen Bishop cherishes talent.

She would never ruin such a precious jade in her own hands.

Especially when the Ashen Bishop once saw a future in Herbert that piqued her curiosity, she anticipated his future more than anyone else.

As for Herbert’s future choices... she’s very curious!

And for a genius like this, having a few quirks is completely harmless.

If the child wants to ask, let him ask.

After all, it’s nothing major.

The Ashen Bishop shook her head helplessly for a while and looked at the eagerly awaiting Herbert.

"I can indeed tell you the truth about your question."

"The answer is... I have no legs."

She took a step forward, still without any sound of footsteps, only the light rustle of robes brushing.

"Without legs, naturally there won’t be any footsteps."

Footsteps?

If there are no legs, naturally there wouldn’t be any.

It’s like having no magic energy means not worrying about the vibration intensity of the magic energy stick, or a bald chef not being bothered by a chef’s hat, or certain athletes not having to obey sportsmanship...

Some things, when gone, won’t trouble you at all.

After saying these few sentences, the Ashen Bishop fell silent.

Herbert: ?

He blinked, indicating the Ashen Bishop should continue, but she completely ignored him and continued to wait quietly.

He waited a little longer and finally couldn’t help but ask, "...uh, that’s it?"

Is that it?

I took my pants off, and this is what you show me?

Could you please be a bit more detailed!

Why have no legs?

You’re not the Grand Eunuch, so what’s the deal below?

I’m asking, what’s below?

Why is there nothing below?

"That’s it."

The Ashen Bishop answered crisply, chuckled twice joyfully, and casually retorted, "What’s wrong? Is there a problem with my answer?"

Problem?

Are you asking me?

Aren’t you just playing dumb!!?

Although Herbert wanted to question aloud, he chose a gentler approach due to the sharp gaze from the Ashen Bishop.

Of course, Herbert chose to do this entirely out of care and respect for his elder, not because he was worried about getting a beating.

He coughed twice and then tentatively asked, "Well, you... seem to have not said everything?"

No legs, I got that.

And then? 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

Fremay also has no legs, but she has a fish tail.

What about you?

Are you a legless ghost? Or some other creature?

This is what I really want to ask!

Herbert was sure she understood his implicit meaning, yet her perfunctory response clearly showed she didn’t want to reveal the truth.

But the problem is—didn’t you say you’d tell me everything!!?

How can you lie!

"Hehe~"

The Ashen Bishop chuckled, her voice full of delight, and leisurely said to Herbert,

"I did say I’d answer you, but... I never said I’d give you a complete answer, did I?"

"Moreover, I never promised that the answer I give is true, did I?"

The Ashen Bishop implied—If you don’t ask questions seriously, I won’t answer seriously.

"Do you have any dissatisfaction?"

What, you’re not resigned?

???

Uh? Hmm, oh... ah?

Herbert raised an eyebrow, slightly surprised, but not angry... instead, he felt a bit delighted.

Alright, alright, alright!

You want to play like this, huh?

He nodded, moved his lips, and whispered happily, "So that’s how it is, right, you really didn’t say that... hehe."

After wandering the world for so long, he’s finally met a worthy opponent.

This one is even more interesting than she seems!

Although the Ashen Bishop seems older than the Chief Judge in age, her psychological age might not be more mature, perhaps even much younger.

At least, Herbert couldn’t imagine the Rusted Nail Bishop teasing him.

Oh no, just the thought of it made Herbert feel goosebumps all over!

Are there no traditionalist old men in this Mist Monastery?

Hey.

Seems like there really aren’t any.

"When the upper beam is not straight, the lower beam is bent..."

Though it’s hard to accept when the elders play mind games with the juniors, thinking about the older ones makes Herbert feel relieved.

With the Archbishop, that invincible elder full of joy, in the lead, behavior like the Ashen Bishop’s... doesn’t seem so hard to accept.

This matter is quite ordinary, a monastery tradition, nothing strange about it.

"Ahem."

Having figured it all out, Herbert lightly coughed twice, slightly gritting his teeth and nodding in acceptance.

"Got it, I completely understand."

He stared at the Ashen Bishop, who was now declaring "total victory" all over, and pinched his nose, accepting defeat this round.

Alright.

This time, let’s count it as your win.

I was careless, didn’t dodge, it’s my fault, but next time, you wait and see.

Patience! (Dragon King covering face.JPG)