Diary of Guarding Monster Girls

"By the way, the blood and flesh of those Dark Elves, though legendary, do they have any use for you?"

This time, twenty-five Dark Elves were brought in on the prison break mission, and at this moment, some remnants of blood and flesh remained. Following the usual pattern, there might be a chance to feast on the materials.

["There might be some use, but I advise you not to get your hopes too high."]

Worried that Herbert might be disappointed, Nenasha preemptively cautioned him, reminding:

["You're already accustomed to the high-quality abilities provided by the unique entities, so you probably won't think highly of the abilities they offer."]

After explaining about the unique entities, Herbert finally understood why the abilities provided by Valentina and the others were so astonishing.

But this is easy to comprehend; elite individuals dropping rare materials makes perfect sense.

["Moreover, the abilities offered by the Dark Elves might be repetitive, and ultimately, not many will be useful."]

"It's fine, even a little bit of mosquito meat is still meat, no reason to give it up."

Though Nenasha mulled over it several times, Herbert actually didn't mind, treating it as if it were a lottery.

That's how it is with card draws; whatever you get, you get, and don't stress about it… Unless, of course, your blue-green modifier is cracked, then that's another story.

Spend!

["Well, suit yourself, I've warned you anyway."]

"It's better than nothing."

Waste is shameful.

Herbert gazed at the slowly rising sun in the east, murmuring softly: "After all, I need to go back and demand justice for myself."

"Naturally, the stronger, the better."

As the young boy's whisper faded with the wind, the horizon spit out the first ray of light.

The daylight broke suddenly, and the long night receded.

The first light of dawn completely dispelled the bloody night, gently spreading hope and vitality to the world.

It bathed the boy's white hair and gray eyes in a layer of dazzling golden light.

Announcing, the long night that belonged to him had come to an end.

Buzz—

At that moment, the Holy Mark automatically lit up, absorbing the dawn light and the boy's determination, with a faint tendency to continue spreading.

He looked towards Frost Crystal Royal City, and whispered: "Don't worry, it'll be soon, haha..."

The young boy stood tall, spreading his arms under the sunlight, as if embracing rebirth.

"My dear friends, you'll soon see me, see the so-called [Broken-winged White Dove] you spoke of."

Recalling the derogatory name heard from Blake, Herbert couldn't help but laugh: "Ha, broken-winged, that's truly an interesting nickname."

Behind Herbert, the slowly spreading Holy Mark vaguely outlined a dim pattern... it seemed like a pair of wings.

But gradually, the Holy Mark dimmed again, eventually returning to calm.

The sacred power was slowly growing but had not yet fully matured.

It still needed a moment.

Or perhaps...

A trigger in an instant.

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Just as Herbert was there with open arms like in "Shawshank Redemption", two Cardinals were conversing in hushed voices in the grand hall of the Judgement Hall.

When there is an external invasion, it's impossible that the Monastery doesn't have some contingency plans.

"Any results?"

The Knight Commander retracted a shadow, his expression changed slightly, and he slowly nodded: "Hmm, it can be confirmed that those heretics have all been exterminated."

"Hiss!"

Although this result was anticipated, the Chief Judge couldn't help but draw a breath upon hearing the exact news, touching his bald head with emotions running high.

"That kid, he actually managed to do it..."

When Herbert proposed this risky plan, the Chief Judge was vehemently opposed.

The only reason: the plan was too dangerous.

There's nothing wrong with baiting lawbreakers, but the premise is that you must first have the power to avoid being dragged into the water when the fish bites.

If not, then it's not the person fishing but the fish fishing the person!

Being drowned, confused.

The Chief Judge didn't want the young man he valued to sacrifice his life due to arrogance, so he strongly opposed it.

But surprisingly, both of the other Cardinals agreed to Herbert's proposal.

Two to one, the minority yields to the majority, and the proposal was actually passed!

The Chief Judge immediately expressed his dissatisfaction, appealing to the Archbishop — who unexpectedly also consented to Herbert's absurd actions.

"Let him try."

"Young people, they should be given the chance to make mistakes."

"Aren't you the same? Do I need to help you recall the little mistakes you made when you were young?"

Under the attack of reviving dead memories, the Chief Judge fled hastily, ultimately having to also consent to Herbert's proposal.

But he was not completely resigned, preparing to step in directly if the situation went awry, then severely reprimand that overconfident kid.

He intended to give Herbert a real wake-up call, making him recognize reality.

The boy had such astonishing talent and excellent qualities, but definitely shouldn't be ruined by arrogance.

And then...

Now the one being severely awakened to reality was himself.

"Alas!"

The Chief Judge shook his head, heaved a long sigh, and said helplessly: "This kid actually did it; I never thought I'd have a day when my judgment failed."

Ring-a-ling, ring-a-ling...

The Rusted Nail Bishop shook his head, causing a clatter of rivets, speaking calmly: "To be precise, they accomplished it."

"Just as Herbert said, those heretical demons followed his orders and arrangements, exterminating all those invading heretics."

After speaking, he raised his eyelids slightly and said with a hint of disdain: "Moreover, your judgment was never particularly good, don't act as if you only misjudged this time."

"Ha, I won't stoop to your level."

The Chief Judge sneered, not continuing the debate on this topic, knowing he'd definitely lose to his old friend.

Partly because this damned noble's tongue was too sharp, and partly because what he said was all true.

"Herbert truly is surprising, having preliminarily indoctrinated those heretics... But even so, it was five legendaries."

Thinking about that lineup made the Chief Judge click his tongue; even if he got involved, it would take great effort and possibly, after a fierce battle, most of them would escape.

He marveled: "All dead in one night? That's quicker than our Judgement Hall's nuns can operate!"

The Rusted Nail Bishop's eyelids twitched upon hearing this.

Hmm?

"...Wait, isn't your Judgement Hall only responsible for interrogation?"

The Knight Commander squinted, speaking with a seemingly dangerous tone: "Isn't execution of sinners supposed to be executed only after two Cardinals agree?"

"Oh! Ahem! You know, during interrogations, accidents do happen, tch! Take care of your Knight Order, and don't mind those insignificant details."

The Chief Judge coughed, waving his hand: "Besides, those people are heretics laden with sin, the Guardian is aware of this, so don't get hung up."

"..."

The Knight Commander stared at the Chief Judge with dead-fish eyes for a long time before finally shaking his head helplessly, sighed, and closed his eyes in pain.

This fool.

Really leaves one speechless...