Diary of Guarding Monster Girls

Chapter 136: 129 Seed of Fear (1/5)



"..."

Philia squinted her eyes as she gazed out the window at the scarlet shadow gradually receding, finally disappearing over the horizon.

She recalled the enormous vertical pupil she had seen, as well as the sharp gaze of that strange nun, and nodded her head knowingly.

"That nun, turns out to be a Giant Dragon..."

That's why she could eat so much, that's why she gave her such a terrifying feeling.

But this was somewhat confusing, why would such a powerful Giant Dragon obediently follow Herbert's orders?

After pondering for a moment, Philia felt something wet on her cheeks, raised her hand to touch it, and saw warm blood on her fingertips.

Although she had been forced to stand by earlier, some blood spatter had splashed onto her when those headless corpses ran around before they died.

Philia frowned, rubbed her fingers together, and the blood turned into ice flakes and scattered.

Whoo—

A piercing cold wind blew up, and the bloodstains on Philia froze in an instant, then shattered and dispersed as an icy blood mist carried away by the wind.

At this moment, the panicked Royal Palace guards finally came to their senses, looking with awe at Philia's back.

The vast ballroom was covered with blood and corpses, with only her standing alone in the center.

It was hard to tell whether she was a victim of this massacre, or one of its creators.

The captain of the guards hesitated for a moment before finally summoning up the courage to take a step forward, tentatively shouting toward Philia:

"Princess! Are, are you alright? Are you hurt!?"

He was prepared to move forward immediately after shouting, but was startled when Philia turned to look at him, taking two steps back in panic.

!!!

So cold!

It was like facing an eternally unmelting ice mountain, feeling only bone-chilling cold at the sight, shivering all over.

Philia turned her head, her expression indifferent as she glanced over the palace guards too frightened to approach, a trace of mockery flashing in her eyes.

She shook her head, the coldness on her body receded, and she said somewhat wearily: "Leave the aftermath here to you. I'm a bit tired."

After speaking, Philia turned and left, directly stepping across the blood-covered floor, creating a sheet of ice beneath each step so that she remained untouched by any filth.

Philia didn't explain to the guards what had happened here, nor did she need to.

At this point, many things were no longer within her easy control.

"Herbert, is this your revenge? Making me a 'bystander' once again?"

"Are you trying to make me understand... that bystanders and perpetrators are equally guilty?"

As she walked down the palace corridors, silently recalling every word Herbert had said today, she gently shook her head.

"...No, this is probably just the first step."

"Herbert, what will you do next?"

"Will it be continued slaughter, spreading fear throughout the Kingdom? Or..."

Recalling Herbert's calm, deep light gray eyes, she felt a chill for no reason.

Ever since her bloodline was passively awakened, as she got closer to the Snow Witch, she, gradually losing her humanity, hadn't felt a chill for a long time.

At this moment, she once again experienced the long-lost human emotion.

This emotion, named...

Fear.

"Are you here to destroy me? Or to destroy this country?"

.

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High in the sky, a massive scarlet shadow obscured the sun, casting a huge shadow on the ground below.

Herbert felt the knife-like icy wind blowing against his face, tightly keeping his mouth shut, afraid that opening it would fill his mouth with cold wind.

Thanks to Fremay's "Storm Warriors" blessing, Herbert wasn't harmed by the blasting winds; the storm retreated before him, and he only felt a gentle breeze on his face, not the slightest discomfort or suffocation.

But he still felt uncomfortable.

Because here... it was damn cold!

As the altitude increased, the temperature at high altitudes naturally fell, and coupled with the gusting wind, it was exceedingly cold.

Sitting cross-legged on the Giant Dragon aircraft, Herbert forcefully patted the cabin beneath him; though his mouth was shut, he conveyed his voice to the already exuberant pilot.

("Hey, hey, hey, slow down, slow down! Sir, please slow down!")

Valentina, in high spirits, initially wanted to ignore him, but the voice kept haunting her ears in waves.

("Slow down, slow down, slow down, slow down, slow down...")

Roar!!!

"Got it! Shut up! So noisy—"

She let out a headache-inducing roar, having no choice but to reduce the flying speed.

It wasn't that Valentina was being obedient.

It was just that the voice was really annoying.

"Haha."

After achieving his goal, Herbert nodded in satisfaction, not stingy with his praise.

("Good, good! Very good, very good! Very...")

"Ahhh! Shut up!!!"

This ability to transmit spoken commands was acquired from Miss Devil.

Through exerting his authority, Herbert succeeded in obtaining Demon and devil materials half a month ago.

The process of obtaining the materials wasn't difficult.

With Flora's assistance, though Kreti was vocally unyielding, her body was quite honest, allowing Herbert to take a few strands of hair from her head.

And for the abilities acquired from her materials, Herbert had a definitive name—[Devil's Tongue]

To put it simply, it gives his words real power.

His persuasive ability was enhanced, his words became more inspiring!

Put it this way.

If Herbert were interested today to deliver a rousing speech in a small tavern, he could probably get hundreds of people to follow him to raid the palace.

If he went to even busier public square gatherings, it might directly incite a riot!

Another ability is to make verbal promises to others and turn those verbal promises into binding contracts!

It has a feeling like Law or Word Spirit, very suitable for signing unequal contracts with others...

And the last point, though Herbert considers it the least useful ability, is—hypnosis.

Yes, hypnosis!

An ability that has appeared in many films, one that countless people have fantasized about having.

But unfortunately, in this world, this ability is somewhat undesirable, considered a middling ability.

The strong usually have strong minds, naturally resistant to hypnosis, immune to strong mind control.

While dealing with the weak doesn't require hypnosis at all, easily resolved.

But fortunately, it's not entirely useless; while strong mind control is not feasible, it can apply psychological suggestions repeatedly.

Through repeated verbal conversations, through repeated physical contact.

In Philia's mind, the seed of "fear" was silently planted by him.


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