Diary of Guarding Monster Girls

As for everything Kreti has gone through.

Herbert could only shake his head and sigh: Miss Devil really has some bad luck.

Bumping right into Nenasha's least favorite spot and getting thoroughly thrashed.

That scene, wow—

Two words, thrilling.

Six words, really freaking thrilling!

If it weren't for the fact that the scene was described as being a bit too thrilling, Herbert would be more than willing to give everyone a detailed recount.

Let's just say Nenasha truly lives up to being the Evil God, quite the oddball.

Once everything was over, Herbert glanced down at the shadow at his feet with reverence, almost saluting on the spot.

Master, I want to learn that!

Although Nenasha technically didn't do anything, the mental impact on Miss Devil was immeasurable.

Herbert walked over to the collapsed Miss Devil, gently patting her cheek.

"Hey! No sleeping here, wake up—"

Kreti had already passed out halfway through.

Just goes to show she's truly not cut out for combat. Being trounced by Flora was one thing, but even in this state, Nenasha could easily handle her.

Pathetic!

Herbert lightly slapped both of Miss Devil's cheeks for quite a while before she finally regained consciousness.

She slowly opened her eyes, staring blankly at Herbert squatting beside her.

Eh?

"You're awake, you've turned into a girl now."

"I, a girl, what...?"

Miss Devil was dazed for a long time before finally coming to her senses, slowly sitting up.

"Just now, what happened? Did I... huh?"

She stopped mid-sentence, sitting there dumbfounded.

Just when Herbert thought Kreti was about to explode, he noticed her expression growing increasingly delightful.

"Eh!!?"

"Eh?"

Herbert blinked, not really understanding what her unexpected reaction meant.

Anger hiding a smile? Smiling tiger?

"Herbert, what did you do to me?"

"I, I did nothing! Honestly, nothing at all!"

"Hmm? It wasn't you?"

Kreti's excited expression faded somewhat, casting a suspicious glance at Herbert.

She stood up and stretched her body's joints, remarking strangely,

"If it wasn't you, why does my body feel so relaxed?"

Upon waking up, she found her entire body exceedingly light, as if she had just received a thorough massage.

She stretched herself vigorously, letting her delicate figure flex and elongate before Herbert, releasing a satisfied moan.

"Mmm—ah!"

Such relief!

"Do you really not remember what happened just now?"

Herbert also realized what had occurred.

Ha? She doesn't remember anything?

Even though she was calling out so loudly just now...

"Remember what? If you know something, then tell me."

Kreti frowned oddly, sensing something off about Herbert's attitude.

"You don't remember, is that so..."

Herbert pondered for a moment, then resolutely shook his head, "No, you still don't need to know. Some things are better left unknown!"

How should I tell you that you were tied up and put through various torturous poses just now?

You could bear to hear it, but I'd be too embarrassed to say!

Never mind, never mind, let's just consider it a little secret between us.

["Heh heh, nice and easy!"]

"You really are a weirdo."

Even though Herbert's reaction made Kreti feel something was amiss, the comfort her body experienced made her dismiss these small matters.

Whatever.

Comfort is enough.

"Oh right, did you have something to say to me?"

Miss Devil sat back on her bronze throne, looking down haughtily at the boy below.

The storm has passed, the rain has cleared, and she feels back on top.

In her prime state, her inner pride continued to swell.

As the only witness who knew what she'd just been through, Herbert didn't fuss over this matter.

He merely looked at her with sympathy, shaking his head and sighing.

Never mind, I won't argue with a fool.

"I came to see you for... ah, right."

Interrupted unexpectedly by Nenasha, Herbert finally remembered the business, pulling a gray crystal from his bosom.

"This is the soul we discussed back then."

He tossed the crystal that absorbed the nobles' souls to Kreti's feet.

"Oh?"

Miss Devil easily caught it, sensing its contents, widening her eyes in surprise.

"Oh!"

"I didn't expect you actually pulled it off, and with so many, too..."

She felt the "noble" souls, unable to resist licking her lips with a bewitchingly wicked smile.

"I thought you were just talking big that time."

Before leaving, Herbert had approached Kreti to request a soul-collecting crystal.

The Devil asked what a mere mortal intended to do, and the result was—

The boy wanted to collect every noble soul he killed here!

Back then, the Devil only thought this Paladin was boasting, never believing he'd truly be so resolute.

"They're all yours."

Herbert elaborated no further, speaking blandly:

"Feel free to absorb their souls, it's no problem, they are your compensation."

"But before that, you need to extract all the questions—can you manage that?"

After killing those nobles, he preserved their souls, aiming to uncover more clues.

Why did the Grand Mage of the Witch Association extend their hand into the Frost Crystal Kingdom—is it really just because they fancy someone's spouse?

A single narrative, just to hear.

The truth, only he could judge for himself.

"Heh, of course I can."

Hearing this mission, Kreti grew even more excited, laughing charmingly:

"Whether it's the hidden wealth or the sins they've committed over the years, I can extract it all for you."

"Rest assured, I can even tell you which noblewoman they secretly admired as children!"

Herbert laughed along, shaking his head: "No need for that, I have no interest in such details."

"Haha! That'll be up to you then."

"Alright then."

Herbert nodded, initially turning to leave, but paused after recalling something.

He turned back, winking at Kreti, asking with a smile:

"I've given you such good stuff, shouldn't you offer something in return?"

Herbert had genuinely intended it as a joke, but unexpectedly... Kreti actually gave it some thought.

"Hmm... seems like you did lose out a bit."

"Hmm?"

You're really going to give me something?