Diary of Guarding Monster Girls-Chapter 426 - 278 Taboo Domain (6K, Third Update)

Soul.

She was still missing the most crucial part of the soul.

With a soul, she would truly be "resurrected."

Without a soul... she was merely a lump of breathing flesh.

As Herbert scrutinized for a while, he suddenly let out a knowing "hmm."

"Hmm?"

His gaze swept over the face of the empty shell and finally focused on the chest, comparing it with the shape he remembered.

Oh!

Upon seeing that semicircular shape, Herbert’s memory wholly revived, recalling the scene he had once witnessed.

"Is this... one of those fools who tried to rescue you back then?"

Back then, one of the foolish legends who came to break the prison on the night of the blood moon was a legendary Dark Elf who ultimately melted away in Fremay’s song.

According to his joking words when his ’chuunibyou’ syndrome flared up back then, the role she was assigned was as the "good guy."

Oh, so in the end, a bone remained?

Svanni nodded, raised her hand to gently caress the cheek of the "good guy," and whispered, "Yes, her name is Vilamay Moore, a distant relative of mine."

Herbert also took a step forward and pinched the—auditable location—with Svanni’s wordless gaze upon him.

"So, you’re planning to use her as your double? To go with me to the Dark Territory using her, Vilamay’s identity?"

What kind of operation is this?

Driving the "good guy" mech?

"..."

Svanni did not answer at first, lowering her head and silently staring at Herbert’s fingers mischief-making at "Vilamay’s" navel until he casually retracted them. Then she nodded.

"Yes."

"That’s precisely what I intend to do."

"I am familiar with Vilamay’s social relationships, and I understand her daily behaviors. I’ve also reviewed the remnants of her memories. It’s not difficult for me to portray her."

"And as the sole ’survivor’ among those failures, it is entirely normal and reasonable for her, in a desperate situation, to choose to surrender to Stella."

They were indeed a group of defeated dogs in a struggle for power. What dignity could they possibly cling to?

Don’t be absurd.

Rather than perpetually fleeing, eternally hunted and restless...

Wouldn’t it be better to decisively admit fault, offer some compensatory gifts, and perhaps save a life after enduring torture?

"Oh? Is that so? Would Vilamay truly return under the current circumstances?"

Herbert wondered if Svanni’s method was somewhat simplistic.

He questioned, "Even knowing that Stina is already an Evil God’s Fallen Devotee, wouldn’t she worry about being torn apart by Stella upon her return?"

Going knowingly into the lair of the tiger?

Deliberately courting death?

Storyline-suicidal?

"No, Lord Herbert, you clearly do not understand Dark Elves."

"Although Stella has killed many of her kin and rules them with cruelty and harshness... those are merely the opinions of other races."

Svanni shook her head and said indifferently, "Evil and Fallen are never derogatory terms for Dark Elves."

"They are exceedingly rare compliments."

For those who exist within the Evil Domain, there’s no higher praise than being told, "You’re more evil and fallen than I am."

Good people need their praise, respect, gratitude... there are many considerations, but the wicked need not bother with so many concerns.

All the wicked need is others’ fear.

Fear me, and then bow beneath my feet.

"If Vilamay indeed betrayed and killed her companions, she would certainly bring her spoils to meet Stella, trading them for her own life."

Vilamay indeed is a "good person," devoid of most Dark Elves’ vices, and her character is not as brutal.

However, that’s only within the Dark Elves, her nature similar to others. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

Herbert thought a moment, then nodded, inquiring on another aspect: "What about her power? Are you sure this double can fully exert your abilities?"

Frankly speaking, power is the most important.

Although an Eliza has been arranged to act as a bodyguard for Herbert, when it comes time to strike against Stella, it would still require Svanni’s strength.

And regarding Herbert’s doubts, Svanni seemed very confident.

"Yes, I can exert her one hundred percent strength, capable of battling any legend."

As she answered, "Vilamay" simultaneously opened her eyes, speaking in unison with Svanni.

Initially, the voice was somewhat clumsy but quickly normalized, revealing no abnormalities.

Their tones were different, but the intonation was identical, as if merging into one voice.

Soon, Svanni’s "true body" fell silent and settled onto the vine chair, slowly closing her eyes.

The soul entirely transferred; her body had become an empty shell.

"Moreover, choosing her is solely to avoid exposing my trail, not needing excessively strong power."

"And at the final crucial moment, I have other measures... though specific details aren’t necessary to disclose, please be assured."

"Vilamay" looked at Svanni and slowly said, "Because I, like you, take the same risks."

Svanni’s ultimate ace remained unclear, not entirely revealed.

But she made her stance clear.

By transferring her complete soul into a frail puppet, should anything go wrong, her survival wouldn’t be guaranteed.