Diary of Guarding Monster Girls

Herbert brought the Hungry Dragon along for some free food and drinks, oh, how nice of Herbert.

The Hungry Dragon wiped its mouth on Herbert after eating its fill, oh, how naughty of the Hungry Dragon.

"Hmph."

Valentina, who had been knocked on the head, snorted and finally let go of Herbert. She wiped her clean hands over her already wiped mouth.

All clean.

But she didn't just want to use Herbert to clean her mouth; she genuinely felt a bit disgruntled.

She had originally watched Herbert and that woman dance indifferently, not seeing any issue with it.

But they danced for too long and stood too close!

Watching that scene, Valentina had a feeling as if her possession was being taken away, and made unclean by others.

At that moment, even the food in her hand seemed tasteless, though she didn't eat any less, she swallowed it as if chewing wax.

Disgruntled.

Very disgruntled.

Valentina didn't understand what this emotion was, but instinctively knew what she needed to do.

She hugged Herbert's waist from behind, poked her head out from the side, and glared warningly at Philia.

Ha!!!

The scene was truly delicate.

A nun—at least a woman who looked like a nun—was holding onto a man and provoking another woman.

The situation was so full of absurdity that it left everyone speechless for a moment.

What, what is this situation?

Valentina did remember Herbert's multiple reminders not to unleash her dragon might in the hall, but even so, her intimidating presence in anger was enough to instill fear in ordinary people.

But that wasn't the case; the woman's reaction was much calmer than Valentina had expected.

"..."

The woman, who gave off an icy vibe, squinted at her before choosing to ignore her and looked at Herbert, saying coldly:

"Is she the reason you think I would help you? You think I would be jealous? And then actively help you execute your insane plan?"

"You really underestimate me, don't you?"

"Oh? Oh!"

Herbert blinked, chuckled, shook his head, and gently patted Valentina on the head, laughing: "Hahaha, you misunderstood, I never intended to use her to provoke you."

He lowered his head, his eyes filled with tenderness, and softly said:

"Valentina is just Valentina, I don't need her to compete with anyone, nor do I need her to provoke anyone."

Valentina, who initially felt disgruntled, softened instantly when her head was patted, letting out two weak hums.

"Hmph, hmph..."

Herbert didn't say any sweet words, and Valentina didn't respond, but their actions alone were enough to let everyone witnessing the scene feel the connection between the two.

This...

What is this!?

The nobles, who already thought they had seen big news today, widened their eyes again, shifting their gazes back and forth between Herbert, Valentina, and Philia.

This!

Could it be!!?

A relationship between these three…

Philia wasn't aware of the outsiders' speculation, but in that moment, she clearly felt a sense of displeasure.

Extremely intense displeasure.

When Valentina showed her aggression, Philia could ignore it.

Because she didn't care about the hostility of someone she didn't know.

But when Herbert showed Philia how close he was to Valentina, she couldn't pretend not to see it.

Because she felt challenged, a strange feeling that something was being taken away.

Even if that something was something she had willingly given up, it still felt unpleasant.

At this, Philia also withdrew her smile, saying coldly: "Can I consider this a provocation?"

Herbert blinked, spread his hands, and sighed:

"Although that wasn't my intention, if you insist on thinking that way... then there's nothing I can do."

The ultimate strategy for dealing with low blood pressure!

The effect is out of this world!

Indeed, upon hearing these words, even someone as indifferent as Philia couldn't help but feel suffocated with genuine anger.

Philia closed her eyes, took a deep breath, her temples pulsating, clenched her fists but after a while, she released them.

Just when Herbert thought she was about to utterly lose it, a special wave of magical power emanated from her body.

"Ha..."

Then, a few breaths later, when Philia reopened her eyes, there was no longer any emotional fluctuation in her demeanor.

She gazed coldly at Herbert and Valentina, calmly saying: "You may leave, I'll pretend I never saw you today."

"Afterwards, I will completely forget about you."

At this moment, Herbert felt something peculiar.

He was clearly looking at a familiar face, but felt as if he was encountering a different person, sensing her completely cold intellect.

Dual personality?

Or some kind of forced mechanized intelligence ability?

Herbert somewhat speculated but didn't delve deeper, instead, he smiled at Philia.

"No."

He shook his head and said:

"Philia, you're mistaken."

"I'll be the one to forget you."

Herbert looked into Philia's cold eyes, with a brilliantly warm smile:

"And you…"

"Will never be able to forget me!"

Philia didn't acknowledge this, nor did she respond otherwise.

"As for why you'll definitely help me, I think you'll find out soon enough."

Herbert patted Valentina, signaling her to let go, and slightly embarrassed, he spoke to Philia:

"Oh, I should apologize first, your ball is likely going to be ruined by me."

Philia: ... What?

After speaking, he gave Philia no time to react, turning directly to a young noble who had been glaring at him and asked with a smile: "You, were you peeking just now?"

"What do you mean, you…"

The young noble was taken aback, just about to speak, when a flash of white light occurred before him.

Thunk.

Herbert's fingers sliced through the air like a blade, his hand imbued with brilliant Holy Power, lightly sweeping across the noble's neck.

As the handblade swiped through, the head rolled off.

Crimson blood spurted from the neck like a fountain, spraying high before falling like rain, bloodily ruining the luxurious splendor of the ball in a horrifying instant.

Herbert stood unflinching, letting the descending blood rain down, checking his hand to ensure there was no loss of Holy Power, and nodded.

"No punishment faced… you, indeed are evil."

Detecting evil?

There's no need for such complications.

If one is inherently evil, what's the point of prior investigation?

Things happened too swiftly for anyone to react.

It wasn't until a noblewoman touched a droplet that landed on her face, and saw a palm full of blood, that a piercing and hysterical scream shattered the suspended calm.

"Ah!!!"

Herbert looked at the suddenly chaotic crowd and smiled at a few more targets he had been eyeing.

"And you, you, you…"

"Were all sneaking a peek just now, right?"

Thunk.

"No, don't…"

Thunk!

"Don't come any closer…"

Thunk, thunk, thunk!