Diary of Guarding Monster Girls-Chapter 447 - 287 Master’s Duty (Extra 91)_2

For a long period of time, she wandered in the night.

In the realm of night, no one dared talk to her, let alone touch her from so close.

She is a Bloodfaller, a Patricide, a cursed daughter of calamity... anyone associated with her will ultimately meet a tragic end.

Her parents and kin are all dead, and "father’s" bloodline also ceased at her hands.

She is no longer human, and the human world has no place for her.

Yet she is not a Demon either, for Vampires see her as a monster that devours men.

But now, this Paladin’s oddity, he actually... wants to desecrate her!?

No, that’s not right.

Before this, he had already desecrated her many times!

She looked blankly at Herbert, trying to discern his true thoughts from his eyes.

Aren’t you afraid?

Eliza’s lips trembled slightly and asked, "Aren’t you afraid of me?"

Herbert frowned slightly and didn’t answer, just looking at her with confusion.

Sister, what strange things are you saying?

What, are you also nonconformist?

So, is that sentence translated as - "Guv, don’t come near me, you’ll be unhappy"?

Eliza noticed the confusion in Herbert’s eyes, gently shook her head, and whispered, "No, if you associate with me, you will become unfortunate... um~"

An uncontrollable seductive moan escaped her lips, blending into the boisterous and lascivious atmosphere of the tavern.

Him, him, him!!?

Just now, instead of answering Eliza’s question, Herbert leaned in and bit her slightly pointed ear!

Sharp teeth exerted pressure, lightly tugging at the ear tip.

!!!

From an outsider’s view, Herbert, the attendant, simply leaned in close to whisper in his master’s ear to avoid eavesdropping.

And after releasing her ear, he did indeed whisper softly, "Don’t worry, I won’t leave you."

He’d said similar things many times to different subjects, becoming quite adept at it.

These extraordinary Monster Girls are all like lonely children craving attention.

They are both blessed and tormented by fate.

And to reach into their hearts, one must be willing to undertake the challenge that fate presents.

"I will never abandon you, never leave you alone."

Eliza bit her lip hard, her sharp fangs breaking the skin and staining her lips crimson with blood.

She gazed at Herbert, and with anxiety and some anger, asked hoarsely, "Why? How can you be so certain!?"

Everyone left me, all of them.

Why... why do you have the nerve?

How can you be so sure!?

Tell me!

Faced with her questions, Herbert merely lowered his head, leaned in close, and gently lifted the black veil, looking calmly at her eyes which flickered with a sanguine glow.

Do a Vampire’s tears flow as blood?

He smiled and gently wiped the impending tears away with his fingers, calmly but firmly saying, "Because, I am your master."

"I won’t let you lie lonely in that cold coffin again."

"If you absolutely want me to give you a reason, well, there’s no other reason."

"I want to be your master, and I absolutely will be."

Herbert lowered his gaze, observing Eliza’s expression of confusion mixed with some anxiety.

"You..." The vampire lady’s lips moved, failing to articulate for a long time.

And Herbert didn’t wait for her to figure things out, continuing as she remained bewildered, "Eliza, I am the sovereign you’ve longed for, for years."

Simultaneously, as Eliza was in a daze, Herbert’s palm took the opportunity to move.

But instead of teasing her further, it gently ascended to rest upon her slender waist.

Then, he pulled Eliza lightly into his embrace, allowing their chests to gently touch.

Thump, thump.

Transmitting his strong, powerful heartbeat to the body that had been cold for many years.

Eliza instinctively wanted to push him away, but as soon as she raised her hand, she lowered it, silently savoring the warmth.

This long-lost heartbeat.

"..."

Herbert watched her and slowly lowered his head.

When he lifted his head again, there was a faint trace of crimson at the corner of his mouth.

He naturally licked the blood from the corner of his mouth and swallowed it, scanning his surroundings.

Although his actions had been discreet, those paying attention would notice something unusual.

Herbert initially intended to converse with the other Slave Merchants, picking up some intelligence.

Unexpectedly, he uncovered an opportunity to advance Eliza’s conquest progress.

In this evaluation, Herbert naturally decided to go all out, carelessly ignoring the gaze of others.

"Next, someone might come to provoke, right?" Herbert scrutinized the surroundings, pondering.

Eliza’s revealed beauty would attract some unwise idiots.

And he’d prepared his response—to make those fools regret such thoughts, even regret being born into this world.

But before his anticipated scenario unfolded, another development drew everyone’s attention.

A mournful cry drifted from afar.

The blood-stained lament from the gathering place of slaves—"Justice aaah!"

Like grieving or longing, lamenting or pleading.

The cry, invoking male silence and female tears, quieted the entire boisterous tavern.

Inside the tavern, everyone was taken aback, looking at one another with confusion.

"What sound was that?"

"Hmm!? Whose slave is screaming so miserably?"

"Shouting so loudly, their body isn’t bad, haha..."

Not just others, even Herbert was stunned, his ears perked as he listened closely. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

And Herbert discerned who was actually howling.

"Goddamn justice... Cyril, what’s happening? Can’t hold back now?"

Cyril, why is it always you?

"Really so fragile, can’t even bear it?"

Herbert shook his head, mentally clicking his tongue in amazement, "Seems the lad’s stress tolerance isn’t up to par."

Though he wanted to "praise" him a bit more, hearing that woeful wailing, Herbert couldn’t help but... burst into laughter.

Pfft, haha!

"Cough, cough... never mind, after all, companions shouldn’t be bullied too much."

Given the situation over there... it’s just as well.

Herbert turned to the still dazed Eliza and smiled, "Eliza, would you like to stretch your legs a little?"

"If you’re bewildered now, why not stop overthinking, pour it all out?"

He scanned everyone in the tavern, speaking softly, "Want to indulge for a bit?"

"No."

Herbert smiled and adjusted his tone, softly commanding, "Now, according to my words, pour it all out."

Not letting his "slave" be confused was his duty as a master.

"Venting confusion, anxiety, and past grievances... let them all out."