Diary of Guarding Monster Girls-Chapter 616 - 353 Look into My Eyes (Please Subscribe!)

The sun has fallen.

A single sentence was enough to completely tense Herbert's spirit.

!!!

In the past life, this was just an ordinary phrase.

The sun rises and sets, a natural law, nothing special about it.

However, when placed in this world, it carries an entirely different meaning.

The sun in this world is not some natural cosmic body, but a reference to a powerful deity.

Has something happened to the Sun God?

It... has fallen?

For a moment, Herbert wanted to rush out of the Disciplinary Hall and look at the situation outside.

If Albertas truly fell from the sky, what kind of disaster would this bring to the world?

For this terrifying problem, Herbert could indeed find an answer.

In the recorded history, the sun really did fall once!

During that battle with the otherworldly deity, the sun fell.

That disaster almost completely destroyed the world.

Later, for a very long time, the whole world fell into eternal night, with only a blood moon hanging high in the sky, and the sun did not rise again until much later.

If it happens again... hiss!

Just the thought of this possibility makes one tense up and shiver uncontrollably.

But Herbert restrained himself.

Because he suddenly remembered that not long ago, while in Elda, he had already happened to see the sun.

Everything in the outside world was still normal.

The sun was still the sun, the world was still the world, with no special changes.

And Luhier's silence had started even before he teleported to Elda.

Herbert didn't know what the Fallen Angels had seen in the mirror, but now it seemed it was not the reality of the present moment.

Had she seen past history?

Or a glimpse of the future?

And, what did Luhier see?

Although Herbert was not that close to Luhier, he knew she was not one with a melancholic and fragile temperament.

What on earth did she see that could make her, the once top-ranking Archangel beneath the gods, shed tears?

The sun has fallen... does it signify the death of the Sun God? Has the Master of the Sun fallen?

No, no.

Wasn't Luhier the one who betrayed the Sun God?

If the Sun God really had fallen, Luhier might not be happy, but she wouldn't be so sorrowful either.

What on earth is it?

Herbert frowned in deep thought, hiding these doubts deep in his heart.

Even though he was curious about the truth, now was not the time to ask.

The most important thing right now was not to get a definite answer from Luhier, but to calm an anxious woman down.

Herbert hugged Luhier tightly, gently patting her back with one hand and softly caressing her waist with the other, soothing the panicked soul tenderly.

He lowered his head, and softly whispered in the Fallen Angels' ear:

"Don't be afraid."

A simple whisper stopped the trembling Fallen Angels immediately.

The angel, in a daze, turned her head, trying to see the boy's face clearly from behind the black veil.

"I'm here."

Herbert did not turn his head, he continued:

"Although I don't know what you saw, nor what you are sad about, there's something I must tell you."

"Fate is uncertain."

He slightly raised his head, his gaze firmly intersecting with his reflection in the distant mirror, speaking softly: "Do not, and there's no need to grieve over fleeting and unreal illusions."

Don't suffer over things that haven't happened yet.

You can take a loan for a car, a house, and even a championship... But do not, by any means, take a loan for pain and sorrow.

"Fate can be reversed."

"If you don't wish to see that kind of future, what you need to do is not cry but strive to change it."

Herbert advised gently, trying to convey his idea.

He was earnest, but at that moment, Luhier didn't fully absorb his words.

In the mind of the seductive Fallen Angels, Herbert's initial words kept echoing—"Don't be afraid."

Don't be afraid, I'm here.

In the past, Luhier had never heard such comforting words from anyone.

Never.

Because... she was the one who would evoke fear in others.

Every time she appeared before mortals, she had to first reassure them, so they wouldn't be frightened by her appearance.

Before other angels, she was the cruel Archangel who never smiled, the sharpest sword in the hands of God.

Comfort? Embrace?

No one ever said such things to her, nor dared to make such presumptuous gestures.

They... all feared Luhier.

Mortals trembled at her radiance, not daring to meet her gaze.

Angels revered her majesty, not daring to converse casually with her.

Afraid of being cut by her sharp edges, afraid of being burned by her fiery body, afraid of being considered a heretic needing cleansing.

So, they kept their distance—even if Luhier was there to save them, even if Luhier was their leader.

Luhier understood their thoughts, so she also quietly kept her distance, never attempting to get closer to them.

And now, Luhier was being comforted by a mortal thousands of times weaker than her, like a child being calmed.

Is it bewilderment?

Is it confusion?

Is it being moved?

Perhaps, it's a mix of all these emotions, intricately intertwined in her heart.