Diary of Guarding Monster Girls-Chapter 581 - 336 You actually!? (5K, additional updates 122, 123)_3

He would inevitably encounter the Witch Association sooner or later, so the more he understood, the more prepared he would be.

"Is that all?"

Kreti had been expecting Herbert to make more demands, but after saying just one, he stopped.

She raised an eyebrow, surprisingly asking, "Just this one, no other requests?"

Herbert nodded, "That's right, just this one request. Isn't that easy enough?"

The human spoke frankly, but the Demon chose not to believe and continued to ask.

"Really? I don't believe you."

"You definitely have ulterior motives!"

"No additional conditions?"

"Hidden clauses?"

"Or are you saying..."

...

"Stop, stop, stop!"

Herbert watched the Demon's incessant questioning and couldn't help but roll his eyes.

"Who's the Demon here, you or me?"

Herbert's mouth twitched, spreading his hands helplessly, "Why are you so guarded against me? It's like I'm always out to harm you."

"Am I that kind of person?"

"What benefit do I get from harming you? If there's no benefit, why would I want to harm you?"

Does this Demon have a persecution complex or something? Why do I have to harm you?

"Uh... because it's fun?" Kreti said uncertainly.

It's not a persecution complex; she's simply judging others by her own standards.

We Demons are just like this.

For what reason to be happy?

Of course, to be happy.

In this world, there are many kinds of antagonists.

Some villains choose to oppose others for grand ideals or noble values.

But there are also other types of villains who don't have such complex reasons or any 'principles.'

When asked why they want to destroy the world, they'd answer with an inexplicably simple reason - for fun.

Generally speaking, most Demons belong to the former category of schemers, preferring to plot before taking action, not easily indulging their desires, but working towards their objectives.

But Kreti, this peculiar Demon, clearly belongs to the latter category.

Her actions lack a specific reason, and more is done for her own enjoyment.

Kreti loves to beguile those self-proclaimed noble-blooded aristocrats, watching them step by step fall into depravity and ultimately self-destruct.

She relishes this process and feels genuinely happy seeing their destruction.

"Tsk, you Demons really are... ah."

Herbert looked at Kreti's self-evident expression and sighed helplessly, "Alright then, if you insist on me giving you a reason, here it is."

He shook his head, walked slowly to the throne, and unceremoniously placed his hand on Miss Devil's shoulder.

?

It was only at this moment that Kreti sensed something wrong and tried to get up, but was pushed back by Herbert.

"Wait! What are you trying to do? I..."

Not right.

This doesn't seem right!

Herbert looked at Kreti's panicked expression and couldn't help but laugh, teasingly saying, "Why hide? What are you afraid of? Isn't this what you wanted?"

"You wouldn't accept my goodwill, insisting I had ulterior motives... Well then, I'll oblige you."

You little brat in a mature body!

Treating you nicely, and you're not happy. You just needed this to behave.

Fine.

I'll oblige you!

Herbert pressed Kreti onto the chair but wasn't in a hurry to make a move, instead slowly leaning over, inching closer to her body.

???

It was only at this moment that Miss Devil finally realized something was wrong.

Did she really anger the other party?

Eh!

"Wait, I was wrong! Herbert! I misunderstood you! Please wait a moment... hmm!!?" Kreti apologized while leaning back, instinctively trying to dodge.

However, just as she was about to exert force, a thick shadow tentacle suddenly shot out from the shadows.

Like a rope, the shadow tentacle quickly wrapped around her whole body, tying her firmly to the bronze throne.

This wasn't really a problem; she could have shaken off this level of magic with some effort.

The problem was, Kreti couldn't do it.

As Herbert slowly approached, she could still resist somewhat, but the moment the shadow tentacle appeared, she completely lost her ability to resist.

What happened?

Why does my body suddenly feel weak?

And why does this touch feel so familiar?

Why is that?

Did something happen before?

Kreti felt deeply perplexed, then... Herbert's hand finally landed.

A pinch, a lift.

"Wait! There... ah!" Miss Devil glared angrily at the young man in front of her.

This bastard Paladin!

He actually toyed with my nose!!?

"You, ugh!!?"

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After giving Miss Devil a good scare, Herbert left the Molten Hell feeling refreshed. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

"Indeed, some people... they just can't be treated too gently or they'll run wild."

"Give them a bit of sunshine, and they glow; give them a flower, and it's romantic; give them a flood, and it's rampant... sigh!"

Reflecting, Herbert didn't visit Luhier; before looking for the Fallen Angels, he wanted to figure out something.

He needed more detailed information about the Sun God's abnormal behavior to share with Luhier and see her views.

But when he left the Third Commandment Hall and walked halfway, he suddenly stopped in his tracks, freezing with a strange expression.

"Wait, was I supposed to go this way? Wasn't I headed to the Judgement Hall?"

He realized he wasn't moving as he intended.

Hmm?

"Why does this path lead to the Underground Sanctuary?"

"Why?"