Diary of Guarding Monster Girls-Chapter 473 - 297 Snake Demon? Snake-Haired Nymph? (6K, 4th update)

Chapter 473: 297 Snake Demon? Snake-Haired Nymph? (6K, 4th update)

The girl saw a face even more handsome than she had imagined.

Is this the appearance of the knight who saved me... is this really not a dream?

A bit less manly and rugged, a bit more gentle and beautiful, yet unchanged is that warm smile.

"Looks like you’ve heard, hehe."

Herbert looked at the girl’s dazed eyes, smiled, shook his head slightly, and extended his hand to her.

"Give me your hand, do you still have the strength to stand up?"

Stand up?

Oh oh oh, stand up, how can I sit on the ground in such an inelegant manner.

Teresa suddenly came to her senses, nodded, and shyly extended her hand, wanting to gently hold that big hand.

"Ah!"

Then she saw her own hand.

It was a monstrous hand, stained with filthy blood and covered in scales.

Nightmare enveloped her soul once again.

"No, no, no!"

Teresa quickly retracted her hand and backed away, continually saying, "I..."

She suddenly realized the deep chasm between her identity and his.

He was a knight, and she was merely a despised monster.

A monster that needed to be eliminated!

"I, I’m not the Snake Demon!"

"I was cursed!"

"Don’t kill me! I, I, I..." Teresa cringed, continuously trying to assert her identity.

Then she saw the knight slightly frown — he was indeed disgusted by my appearance.

"I’m sorry, I look ugly now, this isn’t me..."

"Don’t look at me, don’t look..."

She raised her hand, trying to cover her face.

Teresa did not know what she looked like now, but the appearance of a monster must be terrifying.

But just as she raised her hand, the knight suddenly stepped forward, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her hand away from her face.

"No, no..."

Teresa tried to struggle, but her terrifying strength was no match for his, and she could only mumble while turning her head.

Until she heard a teasing quip, "What are you hiding? Isn’t this fine?"

"Eh?" Teresa turned her head back in a daze, seeing the knight’s gentle gaze.

The knight let go of her wrist, lightly patted her head, his fingertips brushed through the blood-stained hair, and laughed softly, "Don’t worry, you don’t need to hide, nor feel ashamed, your current appearance is still very beautiful."

Am I now... beautiful?

Teresa processed these words she had never imagined, and for a moment felt like crying.

Do I really not need to hide anymore?

Truly...

As tears were about to fall, her expression changed, pointing anxiously behind Herbert, "Them! They’ve come alive!"

"Oh?"

Herbert turned his head, looking at the once lucky ones he had just cut into four pieces.

At this moment, the corpses that were supposed to be dead were already standing up, mixed and patched together, charging towards Herbert fearlessly.

"What does this mean? Resurrection of the dead? Forcefully transformed into undead by His domain?"

Herbert looked at the monsters crawling from the ground with a blink, feeling no unease at all, even sheathed the longsword.

He looked at the monsters coming closer, tilted his head somewhat humorously, and teased, "Want to seek revenge on me? You must still be dreaming."

"I am, after all, a Paladin."

Reflecting, Herbert’s Holy Power surged and attached itself to his palm.

The white-haired youth slowly stepped forward, and with fingers like knives, as the monsters charged in, gracefully swung his hand to the right.

Swish.

Both sides crossed paths.

The paladin stood calmly.

The corpse imbued with life by the Evil God Domain hit the ground with a smack, completely lifeless.

...

...

At the same time, the City Lord’s Mansion.

The "attendant" squinted, watching eight markers on the sand table disappear almost simultaneously.

He clenched his fist, slowly whispered, "It seems a dangerous guy... has slipped in."