Diary of Guarding Monster Girls-Chapter 465 - 295 Monsters? Curse? (5K)_2

Those were some Elf statues all maintaining a running posture, their faces filled with ferocity, shattered on the ground.

The statues were lifelike, the craftsmanship of the sculptor exceptionally strong, as if these statues were alive not long ago.

"What happened here?"

"It shouldn’t have anything to do with me, right?"

She remained silent, not probing further, then continued forward.

After retreating for quite a while, Teresa finally encountered the guards, but they didn’t intend to capture her.

In fact, these people seemed incapable of doing anything.

The several exhausted Dark Elf guards lay painfully unconscious on the ground.

Their bodies seemed to have been cruelly snapped, all bones broken, tendons severed, laying limp on the ground, barely breathing.

The surrounding ground was also a scene of devastation, as if ravaged by some giant beast or whipped.

Teresa, puzzled, anxiously recalled and silently looked down at the tip of her tail... there seemed to be some undried blood there.

"It should have nothing to do with me... right?"

Teresa hesitated but remained silent in the end.

She recalled the previous "statues," vaguely remembering Quinna mentioning a Petrification magic she could perform.

Back then, Teresa paid it no heed, just thought she was joking, believing herself to be an ordinary village girl who knew nothing of magic.

But now, it seemed the reality was different.

A village girl knowing magic was impossible, but a monster disguised as a village girl might indeed know magic.

Faced with undeniable evidence, even if Teresa wanted to play dumb, it was simply impossible.

Admit it; she was the murderer of these guards.

Moreover... these guards probably couldn’t kill her.

Therefore, the question returned to the beginning.

"How can I possibly die?"

The girl wanted to die but found herself completely incapable.

Teresa hung her head low, naturally coiling her tail, curling up on the spot.

Wanting to live had turned her into a monster.

Wanting to die, but unable to perish.

"Is this my destiny?"

Teresa murmured dejectedly, "Why is fate treating me like this? What did I do wrong?"

"I’ve always tried to be a good kid, never quarreled with father."

"Why? Why treat me like this?"

She bit her lip tightly, her sharp teeth piercing her lip, letting blood flow down the corner of her mouth.

For a moment, a thought flashed through Teresa’s mind, her eyes slightly brightening.

"Miss Quinna."

"Perhaps I should go find Miss Quinna, she’s a Knight, she should know how to kill me..."

"No, wait, a Curse!"

"Maybe I’m just cursed!"

Her eyes suddenly brightened, realizing something crucial.

In the words of those slave guards, she and Quinna were cursed!

Yes!

A curse it is!

It must be a curse!

The changes in me are all effects of a curse!

Teresa chanted like she was grasping at a last straw.

"We are cursed!"

"Perhaps, maybe Miss Quinna knows how to change me back!"

Miss Quinna wasn’t really cursed; she deliberately weakened herself with a curse just to infiltrate the slave caravan.

Perhaps she knows what to do!?

No, surely, she must know!

After understanding this much, Teresa’s mindset shifted drastically.

She didn’t want to die anymore.

If she could survive, no one would want to die.

If she could return to her original form, she wanted to live.

"But why hasn’t Miss Quinna returned yet? Did she encounter danger on the way?"

Teresa hesitated for a moment but quickly made up her mind.

She would return to the Slave Merchant to find Quinna.

As for being discovered on the way... no need to be afraid.

I am very strong!

Though Teresa didn’t like her current form, the strength gave her considerable reassurance.

She didn’t understand the strength division among Professionals nor the Demon’s Levels but knew she was stronger than these guards.

"Since she saved me before, I should go save her now!"

Teresa’s confidence was unprecedentedly strong, ready to rush back and rescue Quinna.

However, just as the girl set out, her tongue-tip moved slightly, she suddenly turned her head towards the shadows on the side.

"Oh? You did notice me."

A short hooded figure emerged from the shadows, looking like a child, only half the height of an ordinary person.

But from his exposed arms and other dark skin, a Dark Elf bloodline was discernible.

If experienced veterans looked, they’d immediately recognize a mixed lineage of Halfling and Dark Elf blood.

Mixed lineage often arises from accidents, but this kind of birth was a deliberate choice of Dark Elves.

Dark Elves carefully selected a batch of Halflings, bound them, then made them stallions for some unspeakable interactions to enrich their racial diversity.

Not all mixed lineage can inherit the advantages of their forebears; many "defective products" are born in this process.

And, as per the Dark Elf’s usual practice, only the "premium" ones qualify to live.

The assassin before her was among such products; they’re called "Shadow Daggers."

Shadow Daggers possess Halfling stealth talent as well as Dark Elf affinity for shadows, each being a master assassin.