Diary of Guarding Monster Girls-Chapter 627 - 358 I like it when you’re a bit rough with me (Please subscribe!)_2

Thud thud, thud thud.

"Hehe~"

Eliza didn't know why Herbert suddenly invited her to dance, but she was very happy now.

It had been a very long time since she last danced.

After becoming a Vampire, she had never danced again.

This dance made her feel as if she was alive again, as though she had awakened from a centuries-long gloomy nightmare.

It was like dozing off in the garden at noon and having a nightmare.

She was still that Little Princess living freely under the love of her father and mother, who met a young nobleman accidentally in the garden.

It was beautiful, it was blissful, yet... it felt somewhat unreal.

The more perfect it was, the stronger Eliza felt the sense of disconnection.

This unreality became increasingly intense once she realized it.

"..."

Eliza was silent for a moment, propping herself up on Herbert's chest and looking down into his eyes.

"Herbert."

"Hmm?"

"Why are you being so gentle with me today?"

Her voice was filled with tenderness.

Herbert grinned, raised an eyebrow slightly, and winked at her: "Don't you like it?"

"Of course, I like it."

Eliza shook her head and smiled, then reluctantly pursed her lips and asked, "Am I dreaming?"

So beautiful, it was like a dream... no, it was a dream.

Under the strong sense of disconnection, she noticed her current abnormality, realizing that she was not in reality.

So, everything happening was just an absurd dream.

"No, this isn't your dream, it's mine."

But Herbert denied her thought, smiling: "For you, I exist in reality, and nothing I do is false."

The woman before him might as well be a phantom from his own memory, or a strand of thought coming into this Spirit World, there was no difference.

The way he treated them wouldn't change.

He smiled at Eliza's phantom: "If you want to dance, I can dance with you anytime—as long as you don't step on my feet again."

The slightly saddened Eliza chuckled, rolled her eyes at him, and said, "What nonsense are you talking? Clearly, it's you stepping on my feet!"

"Really?"

"Yes!"

The two exchanged a glance and then both laughed happily.

"Then I shall look forward to it a little bit."

Eliza leaned down, laying back on Herbert's chest, softly saying, "Herbert, I am really happy you can treat me so gently."

Some say that Vampires can talk and laugh in the face of blood and tears, but suffer greatly in the face of sunlight and love.

But... who does not yearn for love?

Everyone hopes to receive love, to be loved, to have someone they love.

"..."

After expressing her gratitude, Eliza hesitated a bit, biting her lip.

She took a deep breath and finally made up her mind.

The Vampire lady propped herself up again, then leaned down to whisper into Herbert's ear as if afraid someone else might overhear:

"Gentleness is nice, I really like it, but, um, being a bit rough is also, not bad."

After voicing her secret thoughts, she abandoned all restraint, saying in one breath: "If I have to say, I actually prefer you to be a bit... rougher with me."

Herbert: ?

Miss, shouldn't you be mindful of the occasion?

You were just gratefully expressive here, and now you're telling me this?

Your personality, it's really quite... delightful to me.

However, this preference of hers, was it inspired by Herbert? Or was she inherently like this?

Probably only the Vampire lady herself knew the true answer.

"You... tch, ran away."

Herbert intended to respond, but after her confession, Eliza fled in a hurry, disappearing from the space of her own accord.

...

"Ha!"

Lying in the Black Iron Coffin, the Vampire suddenly opened her eyes and sat up—hitting her forehead hard against the lid.

Thud!

"Ah—ouch!"

Eliza painfully rubbed her forehead, inhaling sharply with tears in her eyes: "It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts..."

Under the tremendous impact, much of her dream faded, but she vaguely remembered having a warm and blissful dream.

It seemed she was dancing with Herbert in the dream?

And...

"No wait, did I say something outrageous in the dream? What was it?"

The Vampire lady pondered for a moment, then shrugged indifferently: "Oh well, it was just a dream after all."

"Nothing to worry about."

...

"You timid Vampire, brave enough to say it, but not brave enough to wait a while, huh?"

"Wait for me, when I have time later... hmm hmm, I'll definitely fulfill your request." Herbert muttered and then laughed himself.

Though the process wasn't quite as he imagined, the outcome was the same, the phantom disappeared.

Herbert didn't know what others faced in the trial of [Silence and Noise], nor how they broke through.

Everyone has their own coping methods; he has his own solution.

It wasn't about preserving one's heart and making phantoms nothing.

Instead, it was about embracing the phantom and letting them discover the problem themselves, rather than him pointing it out.

He wasn't sure if his method was correct, but he deemed it most suited for him.

If it were only his dream, he would willingly indulge in it here.

And if it were a shared dream, then he hoped everyone would have a beautiful dreamscape.

"It should be Svanni next, right?" Herbert thought to himself.

He didn't know the pattern of these phantom appearances, but it seemed arranged by floors in the Disciplinary Hall.

If it followed this order, then next would be Svanni, followed by the Demon, Enchanting Demon, Angel...

Herbert thought to himself and had a faint feeling something seemed off.

If it were truly this simple, then the trial wouldn't be tough for him.

He's already conquered them in reality; would he fail in a dream?

After trying with the previous three, Herbert concluded—it was impossible to fail.

Do I with the Monster Girl?

The advantage is mine! 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

"This? Is this the hardest trial of the Secret Keeper? Just so-so."

Just as Herbert nodded confidently, believing the situation was under control, he suddenly heard a peculiar rustling sound.

Rustle rustle rustle...

"Hmm?"

Hearing the sound, Herbert's expression changed slightly.

Wait, could it be?

He slowly raised his head, looking toward the source of the sound, and sure enough, he saw someone who shouldn't be here—the Ashen Bishop.

No way!!?

"Why are you here too?"

Herbert looked at the Ashen Bishop, her body hidden beneath a wide robe, with a twitching expression, internally complaining.

He had thought of many things, like the possibility of the Monster Girls appearing out of order, and he even considered encountering Teresa the young girl he hadn't acted on much yet...

But he hadn't thought the Ashen Bishop would appear.

Friend, is your game difficulty setting messed up?

Here's attack, here's defense, here's Iwami Genichiro.JPG

As Herbert ranted about the absurd difficulty of the game, a flash of the colorful runic snake tail caught under the robe, making his expression change instantly.

Hmm!!?

He sharpened his gaze, like a keen hunter in the desert, and stared intently at the snake tail, slowly nodding: "…but speaking of which."

Ashen Bishop, not bad.

Herbert reluctantly accepted her appearance, yet now there was a problem to solve.

Now...

How should he make her realize something was amiss?

He hadn't conquered her yet!