Diary of Guarding Monster Girls-Chapter 519 - 316 Walking with Deities (4.2K, Extra 110)_2

Chapter 519: 316 Walking with Deities (4.2K, Extra 110)_2

Even if the road ahead is a thorn-covered, treacherous path, I’ll endure the pain and keep moving forward.

Quinna, forgetting her shyness at that moment, rushed to the experiment table, watching the girl’s cheeks gradually turn rosy, finally letting out a sigh of relief.

As she relaxed, the fabric tightened across her chest nearly burst open, making a dangerous ripping sound.

"Oh oh oh!"

Fortunately, she reacted in a hurry halfway through, preventing herself from completely embarking on the path of becoming a flasher.

To cover her embarrassment, Quinna diverted the topic by asking the two watching her, "But, Teresa is just a child..."

She’s still so young, has she really thought through what this choice means?

"What’s wrong with being a child? Weren’t you once a child too?"

Herbert smiled and asked, "What were you thinking about when you were young? Didn’t you have goals you wanted to achieve?"

"I, uh... you’re right." Quinna blinked and obediently closed her mouth.

Back then, she always carried a wooden sword like a rascal, beating up all the young men in the village.

At that time, her dream was to become a legendary Paladin and then fiercely beat up all the bad guys!

Yes, who says children can’t have dreams?

Who says a village girl can’t have ambitions?

Everyone can have dreams.

Most people are unwilling to be mediocre and do not think of themselves as failures.

Even if there are moments of despondency, it’s just a temporary rest.

One day, they will regain their spirits and once again challenge the difficulties that stand in their way.

Herbert stood up, raised his hand, and gently caressed Teresa’s cheek, letting out a light chuckle.

Did I give her three choices?

No.

From the beginning, the only road before Teresa was singular.

This was not a multiple-choice question; she would undoubtedly choose that path.

Even if it would be the most arduous road.

["Truly a greedy child, the road ahead will be tough."] Nenasha’s sentiment echoed in his ears, tinged with a touch of reflection.

"It’s nothing, everyone’s greedy."

Herbert responded calmly, casually saying, "Whether mortals or gods, it’s all the same."

["What about you? How did you choose?"]

"Knowingly asking?"

He raised an eyebrow, finding it amusing, jokingly saying, "Do you really want me to say it? Are you being coy?"

["Hehe, just think of it that way, go ahead and tell me~"] Miss Xie Shen implored in a coquettish tone.

Herbert also began to laugh, turning around to walk out of the bell tower, casually saying, "If I have to choose, then I would choose to walk alongside you."

"No matter where this path leads."

He lowered his eyes, restraining his playful smile, softly saying, "Be it the abyss or heaven, let’s walk it together."

Herbert was not without a choice.

After realizing the Archbishop wasn’t the type to demand family loyalty or clean house at the slightest provocation, Herbert actually had a chance to reveal the truth.

There were not only opportunities, but many!

He also believed that when in the Sanctuary, as long as the Archbishop intervened, he would most likely be safe and sound.

But Herbert did not mention anything, did not give any hints.

Was it an unwillingness to settle for mediocrity? Or the greed for more? Or was it loyalty to a promise?

Or perhaps, out of sympathy for Nenasha, he didn’t want her to be completely destroyed?

There could be many reasons, and many excuses can be made, but no matter how it’s explained, it does not change the fact that Herbert remained silent.

Listen to what they say, but more importantly, observe their actions.

Herbert chose to stand by Nenasha, even if she represented an evil god.

This was Herbert’s choice.

"Is this answer satisfactory to you, Miss Nenasha?"

["Oh my, it’s just so-so~ just mildly satisfactory!"]

Nenasha feigned reservedness, then couldn’t hold back and burst into exceptionally joyous laughter.

After a good amount of gloating, Nenasha coughed, trying to appear more serious, but still laughing, she said, ["Hehe~ rest assured, I will walk alongside you too~"]

["No matter... hehe."]

The god whispered, silently making a promise never shared with anyone else.

No matter the dangers to face, she would protect her ally.

Even if the cost would be her life, waiting for the next resurrection.

Nenasha did not want to slumber again, but this time she was not afraid at all.

Because she believed her ally would not disappoint her, and surely strive to revive her!

"Stop thinking about all sorts of nonsense."

Herbert noticed Nenasha’s untimely pause, and said calmly, "Don’t think about the worst-case scenario when nothing has happened yet, it only adds unnecessary worries."

"Even if you don’t have confidence in yourself, don’t you have confidence in me?"

"I won’t die easily, nor will you."

["Alright~~ Okay! Then I’ll listen to you~"]Nenasha paused for a moment, deliberately drawing out her voice lazily, putting away the dangerous thoughts in her heart.

As for what she would do in a real crisis, only she knows.

["By the way, even though I spent quite a bit of energy this time, I also gained a lot from that guy’s avatar. It’s really time to digest it for a while."]

"You’re going to sleep for a while again?"

["Yes, this time it’s true. Don’t miss me too much~"]

"Hehe, you go to sleep now."

["Oh dear, you’re shy~"]

Nenasha’s voice became weaker and her presence gradually faded.

Only after Miss Xie Shen was completely silent did Herbert slightly shake his head and express his true thoughts.

"Don’t worry, I will definitely miss you."

And just after saying that, he vaguely heard a triumphant chuckle fleeting past his ears.

["Hee hee~ I heard that~"]

He tried to listen carefully but felt as if it was just the sound of the wind.

"Perhaps it was the wind, probably."

Well, heard it or not, who cares!

Herbert didn’t feel any awkwardness and calmly walked out of the Bell Tower alone.

Quinna naturally stayed to take care of the soon-to-awaken Teresa and to find a cloak to cover her.

Meanwhile, Svanni had some research to do—she had kept some of Teresa’s blood samples for a more detailed analysis of her specific racial composition.

Even though he was alone, with the previous momentum, he didn’t think anyone in this city would dare disrespect him.

If anyone did, he would actually be quite interested. 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Rescuing Teresa didn’t take much time, even including asking for her thoughts in the soul realm, it took less than two hours in total.

When Herbert came out, he happened to see Eliza in action.

No, using the word "combat" to describe it wasn’t quite suitable; there was a bit of a descriptive discrepancy.

She was unilaterally beating up her opponent.

Eliza had drawn out a blood-red whip and was wildly lashing a gigantic puppet as tall as two floors.

Smack smack smack!

Not only that, she laughed wildly while uttering some dangerous lines:

"Ha↑ha↑ha↑"

"Fight back again! You disobedient male pet! Fight back again! Haha!"

"Ha↑ha↑ha↑"

Smack smack smack!

Herbert: ???

Friend, what are you doing?

Alright, apparently our Vampire lady is fantasizing again.

Imagining herself as the disguised leader of a caravan, treating that sandbag as a certain white-haired young man.

"Using a puppet as my substitute meal, huh? You really are... Huh? Wait, what is that thing?"

Herbert wanted to make a sarcastic remark but ended up blinking rapidly and widened his eyes.

He saw Eliza’s opponent wasn’t a construct puppet, but a gigantic... mushroom?

A mushroom!!?

A massive mushroom with limbs, sluggishly taking the hits.

And judging by the discolored wounds on its body, it seemed to be a type of blue bruised mushroom!

Eh.

No, dude?

"By the Mushroom King! By the Mother Goddess!"

"What did I just see? Is that a... mushroom person?"

Behind that super-sized mushroom person, Herbert also noticed a small hooded figure with a pointed head.

"Hey, why is your head sharp... oh, it’s a hat, never mind then."

"No, that’s not right either."

Herbert squinted, looking at that two-headed hooded figure, thoughtfully stroking his chin.

"That shape, is it the mushroom cap?"

"So..."

"Is this the real Mushroom Man?"