Diary of Guarding Monster Girls

"Stop pretending to be dead; fish can't drown."

Gurgle gurgle—

No matter how Herbert called out, the shy mermaid stayed hidden underwater, only expressing her emotions through a stream of bubbles.

Gurgle gurgle gurgle—

Despite Herbert's extensive understanding of Monster Girls, he found it difficult to decipher the meaning of these bubbles.

"If you keep doing this, don't blame me for being rude."

Gurgle—

Herbert watched the bubbles rising from below, lying by the water's edge, and with a chuckle, he reached into the water to feel around.

Touch touch touch.

Plop.

Soon he caught hold of that cold, soft hand—or rather, it felt as if the hand took hold of him.

"Gotcha!"

Herbert gently held her soft hand, then gave a slight pull upwards.

Having learned from last time, Herbert was ready to dodge at any moment, not afraid of her splash attacks.

But once again, his preparation was in vain.

For not only did he fail to pull the mermaid out of the water, he was suddenly yanked in by that very hand.

With a powerful force, he didn't have time to resist and was directly pulled into the water.

???

"Hey hey hey—"

Plunge!

Gurgle!

In an instant, Herbert plunged into the water. Instinctively, as a land creature, he thought he needed to hold his breath to escape the water.

Oh no!

Fishing every day, today I got fished by a fish!

She's trying to drown me—wait!

I can't drown.

After a bit of struggling, Herbert quickly realized.

He wouldn't suffocate underwater; he could breathe as easily as other aquatic beings.

And Fremay knew this.

He adjusted himself, opened his eyes underwater, and looked at the culprit who dragged him down.

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"You should have seen how cute you looked when you were panicking just now~"

Fremay spoke underwater, and her voice swiftly reached Herbert's ears, sounding even sweeter than on land.

This is the true voice of the Sea Sirens.

Watching the giggling mermaid underwater, Herbert couldn't help but pout, "Kid, this isn't funny."

You almost gave me a heart attack!

Honestly, speaking for the first time underwater felt a bit unusual.

Herbert thought he'd choke on water and need to wait until the pressure balanced before he could speak.

But he was wrong.

After all, this is a fantasy world with mythical creatures, where the laws don't operate as he knew them.

Thanks to a blessing, the external water didn't enter Herbert's body but formed a transparent film outside, blocking the intrusion of Water Elements.

Herbert was like being wrapped in a breathable waterproof bubble, able to speak and breathe easily.

His voice was unaffected.

Watching Herbert's embarrassed look, Fremay's smile grew brighter.

"But isn't it fun?"

"What fun? I don't find it amusing at all."

"Haha~ well, I find it very amusing!"

The mermaid princess giggled proudly before falling silent, smiling quietly at the boy in the water.

The boy transitioned from initial awkward struggling to gradually adapting, quickly becoming accustomed.

Within a few breaths, he moved effortlessly as if he'd always lived in water.

The white-haired boy forgot his earlier embarrassment, calming down, as he gazed at the beautiful mermaid who dragged him underwater.

If Miss Hungry Dragon gave Herbert the first impression of bravery, then the mermaid left him with a sense of beauty.

Indeed.

Beauty.

Among all Monster Girls in the Alien Race prison, her looks ranked at the top.

Fremay's appearance was striking even on land, with a mesmerizing allure.

Her hair adorned with water droplets and the slick, moist feel of her body made her seem like a water lily emerging from the water.

Underwater, this transformed into an entirely different aura.

Beyond allure, there existed an ethereal charm.

The Sea Siren's hair delicately floated, not disorganized but exuding a transcendental quality.

Once she was quiet, she also embodied a serene tranquility.

This aura Herbert had only seen when she sang and played music; it was the first time sensing it in daily life.

No... observing their current state, calling it a daily situation might be quite misleading.

Herbert came bearing Rings, his intention clear.

And Fremay evidently understood, as her frantic demeanor had led to an accidental plunge into the water.

The feelings between them were apparent, silently acknowledged, neither breaking the translucent barrier of unspoken emotions.

Sea Sirens don't randomly choose their hero.

A hero.

And a chosen companion.

In ancient times, the Sea Witch Queen saw a drowning prince as her destined one.

Now, endless ages later, the lonely Sea Siren Princess picked the young man before her as her betrothed.

Herbert received two Rings from the Archbishop this time, but he came directly to Fremay instead of looking for anyone else, proving the point.