Diary of Guarding Monster Girls

Compared to other Monster Girls, he was more willing to believe in this mermaid lady at the moment.

The strategy was complete, and it was time to wrap things up... or so he thought.

He believed the time was ripe and that it was about time to gather the fish he had been raising in the pond.

But he hadn't expected Fremay's reaction to be so intense.

No, should it be called intense?

Or excessive?

Who would pull someone into the water when about to receive a confession?

If this were another species, it would be pure premeditated murder!

What did she mean by dragging me into the water?

Rejection?

But it didn't seem like it.

Herbert watched Fremay's coquettish and smug expression, feeling puzzled and lost, but not anxious.

He did not think he was mistaken.

The timing was indeed mature.

Having kept her waiting for so long, it was time for the catch!

Today it is!

Since Fremay showed no intention of speaking first, Herbert also refused to sit and wait, preparing to take the initiative.

Herbert took a deep breath, looked intently at Fremay, and spoke seriously:

"Fremay, I came to see you today because I want to ask you something... something very important."

"Mm."

The mermaid lady saw his serious expression, her smile slightly restrained, becoming quite serene as she gently nodded.

She too was prepared.

Hmm?

At that moment, Herbert's eyes suddenly widened a bit.

From Fremay's slightly stiff movements, he realized a fact—Fremay was actually nervous.

Dragging him into the water earlier was merely an accident; now, saying nothing seemed more like easing her awkwardness.

Seeing Fremay's nervousness, Herbert, for some reason, suddenly felt a bit of pressure in his heart.

He didn't directly attack as he planned, temporarily changing the question.

"But before I formally ask you, can you first tell me... how do you perceive me?"

For the two of them, three months wasn't considered short, but compared to the Legendary Sea Siren's long lifespan, this time was indeed not long.

At this critical moment, just a step away from the decisive moment, he suddenly grew curious.

In Fremay's eyes, what kind of image does he have?

Fremay also didn't expect Herbert to suddenly ask such a question.

"...In my eyes, you mean?"

She blinked her beautiful eyes, her tense expression relaxing significantly. She tilted her head, then suddenly giggled.

"Pfft, given the timing, why are you suddenly asking this kind of question? Haha~"

She visibly relaxed.

Her colorful fish tail swayed gently as she swam around Herbert, glancing at him from all angles.

She stared at Herbert, teasingly saying:

"In my eyes, you're actually a child—of course, that was just my initial impression."

When they first met, Herbert was merely a heavy-faced, highly-strung young man following the Archbishop.

His features were outstanding, his posture upright, with a unique mix of elegance and melancholy in his aura.

But what truly caught Fremay's attention was his mental state; the sensitive Sea Siren could sense the suppressed emotions within him.

There was anger, pain, and loneliness... These emotions were more attractive to her than his appearance.

However, initially, Fremay didn't have much interest in Herbert beyond that.

She simply thought he was another new Prison Warden who, like previous ones, would soon throw in the towel.

Fremay herself was lonely, yet she didn't like being lonely.

But she was also proud, not wishing to connect with someone sharing the same loneliness; she didn't need someone to lick wounds with.

To prevent such a person from affecting her, Fremay decided to give him a warning when they met again.

A not-so-big threat, just enough to keep that kid from bothering her for a long time.

"But later, when we met again, you had changed in appearance."

Looking at Herbert, Fremay felt some emotion, marveling at his superb acting skills.

He acted so convincingly that even he fooled me!

"At that time, you put away the facade you showed in front of that person and became very... charming."

Fremay couldn't quite explain where Herbert's charm came from; she didn't have Valentina's keen sense of smell, nor did she feel Herbert exuded a unique scent.

She just suddenly found this young man exceptionally pleasing to the eye, not annoying but rather compelling.

Yet mere charm was insufficient to stir her heart.

So, during initial contacts, though Fremay's attitude improved, it didn't change too much.

"Speaking of which, you are really good at playing dumb."

Recalling those times, Fremay rolled her eyes at Herbert, mumbling: "Still talking about fish tanks or whatever, you were just pretending back then!"

She had naïvely believed Herbert to be an innocent, pure boy, even feeling shy for a while because of it.

But after further interactions, Fremay had long realized she had been deceived.

This person wasn't what he seemed at all!

Who would believe such nonsense!

This guy might indeed be physically pure, but he is definitely not mentally unblemished!

"And afterward, I was indeed mad at you for a while!"