Diary of Guarding Monster Girls-Chapter 615 - 352 Embrace me or let me embrace you (Subscribe!)_2

The drawing of the pie is quite beautiful, but another problem arises.

"But can you represent them? What if they don't listen to you?" Lukalia instinctively cast doubt.

She didn't think the young man before her could wield such power.

A rather ordinary, not even Legendary level small Prison Warden.

Does he really have the right to command other Legendary Demons?

"Not listen?"

Herbert laughed upon hearing this.

He didn't argue for himself, instead, he silently stepped aside, revealing the melancholic Fallen Angel hidden behind him.

"Well, what do you think?"

Would you ask again after seeing this?

"..."

The Mirror Demon lady was silent.

She cautiously glanced at the Fallen Angel, quietly shedding tears, then quickly withdrew her gaze, signaling Herbert to step back in place.

Yikes, troublesome!

She had forgotten about this matter for a moment.

Even a Legendary Epic level Fallen Angel obeys his orders, how could those Legendary level Monster Girls escape his grasp?

Indeed.

An ordinary Prison Warden couldn't push her to this point.

Herbert is neither ordinary nor a regular Prison Warden.

"Don't worry, maybe at the first contact things might not go smoothly, but as long as you can become friends, or at least acquaintances, then you can chat comfortably."

With a wave of his hand, Herbert arranged it just like that.

In the current exploitable Disciplinary Hall, his words were law; if he asked them to go east, they wouldn't dare to go west.

What Hungry Dragons, Mermaids, Vampires, Dark Elves... each and every one of them, who doesn't listen to me?

Not listen?

Hmph!

If they don't listen, I just won't deal with them—at least until I can't hold it anymore.

And after mentioning the generous terms, Herbert upped the stakes and presented the final offer.

"And if even these people can't satisfy your vigorous desire for dialogue, there's another option."

He raised his index finger, pointing to himself with a smile: "Me."

"You?"

"Yes, me."

Herbert nodded with a smile, gently touching the mirror, and the reflection in the mirror mimicked his actions.

From an onlooker's perspective, he seemed connected to the person in the mirror, feeling each other's warmth.

With lowered eyes, he softly said, "Lukalia, as long as you're willing, I'm more than happy to be your faithful listener and conversation partner."

"I'm very interested in the stories you've recorded, besides, didn't you originally want to share them with me?"

As he spoke, Herbert himself began to smile.

Thinking about it, it was quite amusing.

In the beginning, Lukalia wanted Herbert to chat with her regularly, hence she took the initiative to break out to Aurora Sanctuary.

In the end, after going in such a large circle, it all eventually returned to the original path.

Perhaps, this is also one facet of destiny.

"..."

The mirror person quietly gazed at the one outside the mirror.

Lukalia looked deeply at Herbert, silently feeling the emotional fluctuations from him, assessing quietly.

The young man before her, is he an honest person?

The answer was somewhat surprising—it was, after all, he truly hadn't lied.

Though he hid some things in his words, the boy before her didn't conceal his greed, desire, and ambition.

Herbert was indeed using her abilities to achieve his own goals.

But wasn't she using him as well?

Fights have no winners, collaboration has no losers.

Their cooperation was bound to be mutually beneficial.

Is Herbert worth looking forward to?

Yes.

In Herbert, Lukalia saw a very rare trait—he was attracted by destiny and attracted destiny in return.

The storm of fate converges upon him.

And in her past memories, beings with such traits invariably became the trendsetters in the tides of history.

Heroes, formidable figures.

The savior the people await, and the villain feared by many.

No matter their ultimate fate, they would all leave their mark in history.

Just like a brilliant meteor streaking across the night sky, illuminating a stretch of the night.

Lukalia had an intuition of seeing an "interesting story" unfold.

Thus, her final answer no longer required any thought.

"Hehe."

The mirror person laughed lightly, reaching through the mirror to grab the hand of the person outside—interlocking their fingers.

Lukalia held Herbert's hand, smiling: "I agree to your terms, and I hope you don't breach our agreement."

Hmm?

Herbert was momentarily stunned by the Mirror Demon lady's abrupt "heartfelt challenge."

Miss, why are you suddenly holding my hand? Isn't that inappropriate?

I'm quite reserved, you know!

But he quickly adjusted, gently returning the grasp, nodding with a smile: "Rest assured, I never break a promise."

Herbert was quite pleased.

Lukalia might not be so easily deceived, but that couldn't be entirely true.

As a widely experienced Mirror Demon, Lukalia was probably the hardest to coax among all the Monster Girls.

For this cooperation negotiation, he had initially planned on paying a hefty price.

But in the end, Herbert practically won her extremely powerful special abilities at virtually zero cost.

Was it Lukalia's mercy? Or does she have her own designs?

Herbert cared, but not overly so.

Whatever plans the Mirror Demon lady had, for now, they were more advantageous than detrimental.

With this ability of teleportation between locations, his future plans could proceed smoothly and efficiently.

After achieving a friendly negotiation outcome with the Mirror Demon lady, Herbert finally shifted his attention to the nearby Luhier, whose mood was clearly not right.

Miss Fallen Angel seemed rather desolate at the moment, her wings drooped, making her appear a bit shorter.

"Luhier, what did you see in the mirror?" Herbert asked softly.

Upon hearing his question, Luhier responded faintly, slowly lifting her head to look at Herbert.

"I..."

She opened her mouth to answer, but seemed unsure of what to say.

After a silent moment, she shook her head and closed her mouth.

Herbert observed her reaction, thoughtfully nodding.

"Hmm."

The young man squinted at her, waiting for a while, but seeing her mood still unswayed, he slowly said: "Luhier, hug me."

Hmm?

"...What?" Miss Fallen Angel was momentarily dumbfounded upon hearing this, thinking she misheard, and instinctively raised her head.

She saw the young man with his arms open towards her.

Didn't mishear.

But if she didn't mishear... why?

She didn't understand why Herbert would make such a gesture at this moment?

"Not going to hug, huh?"

Seeing Luhier frozen in place, Herbert shrugged, lowering his arms.

Then...

"Alright."

"Then I'll hug you."

Herbert stepped forward, unceremoniously giving Luhier a big hug, pulling her into his embrace.

Behind him, a pair of massive crimson wings unfurled, encircling them both like arms.

During this process, Herbert didn't say anything.

Just as Luhier didn't actively explain, he didn't actively ask.

Everyone has their own reasons for sadness, and people can never truly share someone else's feelings.

Sometimes, too many words do not bring comfort and may even backfire.

A silent gesture, on the other hand, resonates more with comfort.

Luhier didn't speak, so Herbert didn't ask.

All Herbert could do was offer her a warm embrace at her most vulnerable time.

And that would be enough.

"..."

And after the initial confusion and bewilderment, Luhier pressed her lips together and used her four arms to tightly embrace Herbert's body.

As if a person drowning desperate to hold onto something.

Moments later, just as Herbert was about to let go of Luhier, he heard a whisper faint as a mosquito.

She said:

"...The sun has set."