Diary of Guarding Monster Girls

In the hidden chamber at the bottom of the Royal Palace, Kordi saw the thing he feared most in this world.

That which should never have been born, should never have appeared.

The one who should have died early in the dungeon but was forcibly protected by Silver Wings Duke and sent to the monastery.

The evil spirit that should have silently died in the monastery.

"...What!?"

Under Kordi's terrified gaze, Terence transformed into the familiar face that had made him uneasy for more than half a month.

"Hi, my dear brother~"

Herbert looked at his panicked expression, unable to hold back a laugh, shook his head: "We really haven't seen each other for a long time."

Compared to seeing Philia, whose allegiance was unknown, the emotions that surged in his heart upon seeing Kordi's face were quite affectionate and... excited.

Heh heh.

"You!?"

After struggling a few times and realizing he couldn't escape, Kordi forcefully suppressed the fear in his heart and loudly questioned, "What have you done to the Eldest Prince?"

His voice was loud, attempting to carry through the long tunnel so that the guards outside would hear.

However, he was destined to be disappointed.

Herbert looked at him with a smiling face, watching him struggle desperately, and said in a ghostly voice, "Hahahaha, scream if you want, even if your throat breaks, no one will come to save you."

After hearing this eerie laugh, Kordi fell silent, suddenly feeling that he couldn't quite understand the boy in front of him, unable to help but feel confused.

Is he... really Herbert?

Although he had heard the survivors' descriptions of the scenes at that time, he couldn't connect the figure in his memory with that bloodthirsty and brutal Paladin.

The gentle, weak child who liked to follow behind him.

Could it really be the terrifying, indifferent boy before him, whose presence made his soul tremble?

Is this really the same person?

Seeing his brother finally calm down, Herbert nodded with satisfaction and said, "You just asked me what happened to Terence?"

He shook his head and denied, "Wrong! It wasn't me who did anything to him, his fate has nothing to do with me—more importantly, he brought it upon himself."

Herbert felt a bit emotional, not expecting Prince Terence to be so eager.

He not only dared to poison his own father's food, but also tried to poison a Legendary Level warrior.

He truly dared.

One must say, it was highly creative!

Moreover, he almost succeeded.

Perhaps because he never imagined his own son would be so impatient, or perhaps because his body wasn't as strong as before, the King indeed fell into a coma.

If not for the day Valentina appeared and the intense crisis woke him from his coma, allowing him to shoot a bullet into the sky, he might never have awakened.

A Legendary Warrior just silently, shamefully dying in bed.

Herbert watched Kordi's expression change and smiled, thoughtfully explaining:

"His Majesty the King woke up after that day, and as for what happened afterward, you can probably guess."

No response when poisoned, but upon waking up, how could he remain unaware?

Terence is already dead.

Although the King, after his anger, still wanted to spare him, the Eldest Prince nonetheless met his end—killed by his own sister.

Philia pierced his heart with an Ice Blade and personally used a knife to cut off his head.

The usurper was eventually decapitated by others.

"It's really you!!?"

Knowing Terence had long been dead, Kordi suddenly understood everything. He gritted his teeth and angrily said, "Then this whole time, have you been inciting the nobles?"

He finally figured out why the Frost Crystal royal family seemed so silent, why they regarded the deaths of the nobles with such indifference.

Not only watching them slaughter each other, but even subtly encouraging it!

Everything became clear.

But more than the fear of knowing his time was near, he now felt an overwhelming anger.

Yes.

It was anger.

"Are you mad? Don't you know what actions they might take?"

"Aren't you a Paladin now? You! Why are you spreading chaos in the Kingdom!!?"

Although he eagerly wanted to inherit the Duke's position, at all costs, even maliciously harming his own brother.

He also wanted to help Terence usurp the throne, assisting him in committing patricide.

Yet, Kordi's feelings for the Kingdom were genuine; he truly didn't want to see the Kingdom fall into turmoil.

People are complex.

An hero's heart may also have a dark side, and a thoroughly rotten person might retain a bit of innocence inside.

But to his questioning, Herbert seemed quite calm.

"Chaos? No, you're wrong."

He shook his head, calmly said:

"I'm not spreading chaos; I'm establishing a new order."

"Breaking before rebuilding, I wonder if you can understand. Simply put, when something is so twisted that there's no need to modify it anymore, let it break."

"Let it grow anew, once again giving it the correct order."

Just like he promised to the Archbishop at the time—he would eradicate all the rotting roots and let the big tree grow anew.

Upon realizing something from Herbert's expression, Kordi panicked and said, "You lunatic!!? Do you really think you can control all of this?"

"Do you really think ruling the Kingdom is such an easy task!?"

It's crazy.

"Of course, I can't."

But Herbert responded with justified confidence, then with a bizarre smile, casually shrugged and asked back: "But why would I want to?"

"All I need to do is help break it, the repairs afterward are not my concern, others will naturally handle these things."

Friends who often kill know a truth.

Killing is easy, disposing of the body is hard.

Aftercare is always the most strenuous task, I wouldn't want to do such thankless work!

"Who!!?"

Kordi, after listening, became even more furious, gritting his teeth: "Philia? Is it her!? Are you planning to pin all your hopes on her?"

"Incorrect, she's not the right candidate."

Herbert shook his head, chuckling: "By the way, instead of worrying about the Kingdom's future, I think you'd better worry about yourself first."

He drew his sword from his waist and gently traced it across Kordi's neck, leaving a subtle wound.

At this moment, the fear of death suddenly snapped Kordi back to reality.

After anger retreated, only fear remained in his heart.

He's going to die.

!!!

He stared wide-eyed, desperately trying to evade the blade, yet unable to escape.

In the end, he could only beg:

"No! You can't kill me, if you kill me... father, he would be heartbroken!"

But the boy in front of him only lightly shook his head.

"No, my brother, you're wrong."

Herbert stared at Kordi, softly said:

"Father has been heartbroken for a long time."

"A long, long time ago..."