Diary of Guarding Monster Girls-Chapter 512 - 313 Come on, take action! (4.2K, First Update)

Chapter 512: 313 Come on, take action! (4.2K, First Update)

"Kill, kill me..."

Teresa shuddered upon hearing Herbert’s emotionless, icy words. She involuntarily recoiled her body, letting out a panicked cry.

"Sir, sir! What did I do wrong?"

"Do you really want to kill me? Why? Why..."

Herbert silently watched her every move, lightly gritting his teeth. He slowly shook his head and calmly said, "No, you haven’t done anything wrong. All the mistakes are because of It. You were merely used by It."

"It is inside you."

The girl is innocent, the wrong lies only in Sinful Desire.

The snake-like girl asked, "Didn’t you say that I’m like this because of the curse?"

The young man nodded, "In a way, being used as a vessel for Its descent is indeed a curse."

The girl fell silent, then painfully pressed on, "Didn’t you say before that my appearance was beautiful? Were you lying to me!!?"

The young man shook his head, "That was not a lie. Even now, in my eyes, you are still very beautiful."

Her aggrieved tears welled up in her eyes and fell like crystalline gems.

"But if that’s so, and I’m not wrong or ugly, then why!!?"

"Why?"

"Why did you lie to me?"

"Is it just because of the way I look!!?"

She questioned him passionately, moving towards Herbert, only to suddenly come to her senses midway, retreating in fear as if electrocuted.

Her eyes brimmed with endless terror, curling up in anxiety.

Herbert gazed silently into her eyes and softly said, "Because if I don’t act, you will turn into a complete monster."

A... true monster.

Teresa shivered, biting her lips hard, trembling as she said, "I, I’m not a monster, I’m not..."

And as Herbert listened to this response, he closed his eyes, exhaled a long breath, and slowly drew the longsword from his waist.

Clang...

The act of drawing the sword was exceedingly slow, as if his wrist was heavily burdened by a mountain, resisting the withdrawal.

Yet despite this, he still lifted the blade inch by inch, raising the tip slowly, directing it towards Teresa.

But before the tip could pierce the girl’s body, it first stopped at a thin chest.

"Sir!"

Quinna, who had already been harboring thoughts of giving up, found herself moving instinctively, standing in front of Teresa—blocking Herbert’s sword!

Herbert’s expression was unchanged, the blade unmoved, as he spoke blandly, "... Move."

!!!

Facing the sharp edge of the sword, her body couldn’t help but shiver, as if she were confronting an iceberg.

The chilling will, as sharp as a blade, lashed at her like a fierce wind, nearly freezing her soul.

What, what on earth was happening?

Wasn’t this lord a believer in the Sun God? How could he possess such contrasting aura?

"... Huff!"

But Quinna did not retreat in fear of Herbert. She bit her tongue to spur herself on, straining to convey her thoughts.

"Sir! I know the monastery’s rules, but please think about it again."

"Teresa is a kind child! She risked her life to save me!"

"Sir, please believe me, she hasn’t done anything wrong on this journey, truly! I secretly checked, she is genuinely kind-hearted!"

Quinna’s words were heartfelt, without a trace of falsehood, moving all who heard them.

However, after listening to her plea, Herbert merely shook his head gently.

"Sir..."

Seeing Herbert unmoved, Quinna knew she had no choice but to fight desperately.

She took a deep breath, disregarding all else, and shouted desperately something considered quite heretical for a Paladin to say.

She said:

"In this world, not every demon is evil!!!"

The words, laden with intense emotion, shattered the oppressive atmosphere, plunging the place into a deathly silence.

The surviving warriors gasped upon hearing these words, shaking their heads at Quinna’s "bravery."

This person, what was she saying?

Saying something like this to a Paladin, wasn’t this deliberate provocation!

"Oh?"

"Hmm?"

And on the scene, both Eliza and Svanni were quite surprised, looking at Quinna after hearing her desperate cry.

It was their first time hearing such words from a Mist Monastery member other than Herbert.

Somewhat novel, no, quite novel indeed.

But Herbert, after deeply gazing at Quinna, still shook his head silently.

No... no!

"Why don’t you understand!!?"

Quinna struggled to step forward, letting the tip of the sword pierce her skin, clenching her teeth, "Sir!!?"

"The tip of the Paladin’s sword should never point at the weak! It should be swung at evil!" 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

"Protecting the weak, vanquishing evil! That’s what we should do!"

She gritted her teeth, struggling against the tremor in her legs, and bowed her head with difficulty, her voice trembling, "Please, you must reconsider!"

Quinna was too weak, able to say these words was already exhausting all her strength, at any moment she might fall to the ground.

If she fell backward it wouldn’t be a big deal, just a heavier fall and a more embarrassing appearance.

But if she accidentally fell forward, she feared the blade would pierce through her chest.

Facing the crisis of death, Quinna bit her lip and painstakingly raised her head.

She lifted her hand, trembling, and grasped the blade, allowing the sharp, cold metal to cut her palm open.

Scalding blood flowed down the blade, dripping, staining her tattered garment red.