Diary of Guarding Monster Girls

"If you're hoping to see some sad emotions from me, then I'm afraid you'll be disappointed."

Svanni shook her head, explaining quite calmly:

"To me, he was merely a reference of bloodline, making my research more accurate."

Herbert scrutinized her, and after a while, he shook his head helplessly and surrendered.

"Alright, I give up."

Their worldviews and values were indeed completely different.

Under this premise, some methods applicable to other races were entirely inapplicable to the Dark Elf race.

Imagine a scenario.

A righteous Paladin questioning an evil patricide.

"You killed your father, that's wrong! I must purify you."

"Oh, yeah, I killed him, so what? I didn't kill your father."

One can only say that such a straightforward response indeed kills the conversation instantly, leaving nothing but a passionate fight.

Seeing that the topic couldn't be continued, Herbert naturally shifted to another topic, chatting with Svanni about her research.

Although Svanni didn't reveal much to him, her unusually excited narration indicated that the results were significant.

To be fair, Herbert was actually quite interested in her research—specifically in the aspect of strengthening the body.

After battling with the Giant Dragon lady for several days, Herbert realized a truth.

To strike the iron, one's own toughness is essential.

Currently, there's only her alone, and it's already barely manageable, with the risk of being suppressed from time to time.

If there are more people in the future, hiss... won't it drain me dry?

Indeed, a strong physical body is the key to a happy and fulfilling family life.

"Is there anything else I can help you with regarding your future research?"

Herbert's words were actually just a courteous social understanding, without real intent to offer help.

But surprisingly, Svanni gave a precise answer.

"Stella."

"Hmm? Who... oh."

The name sounded a bit unfamiliar at first, but after thinking for a moment, Herbert remembered it.

"Your sister? The one who became the current Patriarch?"

"Yes."

It's her.

Stella Moore, Svanni's sister, was the root cause forcing those Dark Elves to embark on adventures.

They would rather risk great danger to rescue Svanni than face Stella directly, enough to prove her strength and fearfulness.

Herbert blinked and curiously asked, "Do you want to kill her? Do you two have a grudge?"

You, the patricide, are quite diligent!

Killing the father wasn't enough; you also need to kill the sister. Are you planning to wipe out the entire family bloodline?

Do you just want to be an orphan that much?

Bruce Wayne might envy to tears when he hears this.

"No, there are no personal grudges between us."

Svanni shook her head slightly, calmly saying, "But as my sibling, her bloodline could give me more reference."

Herbert raised an eyebrow, although Svanni said they didn't have a grudge, he sensed a special meaning from her words.

No personal grudges don't mean the absence of other grievances.

Herbert didn't oppose but asked curiously, "You two don't get along well?"

"Never have."

"Never have, huh..."

Herbert didn't outright refuse or end the conversation, but neither did he continue it.

He was thinking about whether killing Stella would benefit him in any way.

The other side was powerful and far in the Dark Territory, they had no conflict with each other, so there was no need to make trouble intentionally.

No matter how he thought about it, it didn't seem like a profitable deal.

Svanni saw through Herbert's thoughts and added, "I know my sister, even if you don't care about her, she won't let it go."

"She definitely won't easily let any enemy off the hook."

"She will hide like a spider in the dark, weaving a web of conspiracy."

"Then she'll wait for you or anyone related to you to step on it, and spring out like a viper to swallow them whole."

"She's that kind of Dark Elf, evil, toxic, crazy, and very good at waiting."

After Svanni's narration, Herbert blinked and curiously asked, "So, according to you, she's already set her sights on me?"

"Yes."

Svanni pointed to the various Legendary Skulls on the lab table, saying softly:

"Those people, though not very strong and full of hostility towards her, have long been seen by my sister as her property."

"For whatever reason, in her eyes, you all killed her property."

"Trust me, she will definitely retaliate."

After saying all this, Svanni remained silent, quietly watching Herbert as he frowned in thought.

The room fell into silence for a moment.

After pondering for a moment, Herbert finally smiled.

"Haha, I see."

He shook his head, looking at Svanni, who was expressionless, and said somewhat helplessly, "Miss Svanni, you're not honest."

"We've known each other so well, why resort to these intrigues?"

"It's not 'you all' who killed her property, but you, 'we' did it together, didn't we?"

"Why are you so easily distancing yourself from it?"

Herbert shrugged, not dwelling on it, chuckling lightly:

"But this isn't a big issue, anyway, her malice towards the Monastery is genuine, but... such meaningless deception makes me quite unhappy."

Svanni: "..."

She remained silent for a moment and shook her head, saying, "Lord Herbert, I didn't mean it that way, you're being a bit too sensitive."

"Me, sensitive? Haha, perhaps."

Herbert couldn't help but laugh.

Who could be more sensitive than you dark-skins?

"Let's lay some words open and speak frankly."

Svanni frowned tightly for quite a while before shaking her head helplessly and slowly asking, "Will you... help me kill her?"

Since she spoke frankly as Herbert wished, Herbert didn't hide anything and chose to express his thoughts directly.

He said:

"I refuse."

Svanni: ?

"Heh."

The white-haired youth stood up, giving a mocking smile at the Dark Elf:

"I refuse you, not because I lack the ability to do it, but because you're still not telling the truth, hiding crucial information."

Asking for help while holding back, are you kidding?

Herbert saw her silence and didn't push for the truth.

This matter is not urgent; give her some time to think.

"If she's willing to come, then let her come."

He turned to leave, leaving behind a teasing whisper:

"Mist Monastery has never been a place where anyone can come and go as they please."