Diary of Guarding Monster Girls

After returning here once again, Herbert could finally confirm that his blood was indeed capable of dispelling the mist of the Misty Mountains, forming a piece of pure land.

So what he intended to do this time was to continue expanding this pure land.

With the experience from last time, he chose not to use the oldest method of bathing the wooden stakes directly with blood.

Instead, he had Sofia chop eight wooden stakes and instructed her to carve out a very deep blood reservoir in the center.

What Herbert needed to do was to pour his own blood into it and finally seal it with a wooden plug.

As Herbert let the blood fill the wooden stakes, he watched Sofia place the prepared wooden stakes at the edge of the pure land according to his instructions.

"It always feels like I'm making some sealing demon stakes, like I'm sealing some underground demon."

"Hmm... So, is this actually like making foundation piles on a construction site?"

Is this the fate of civil engineering?

All roads lead to the same destination?

After filling a new wooden stake, Herbert shook his head slightly. His body swayed a bit but quickly returned to normal.

"There's still a burden. An ordinary person really can't do this like I can."

Under normal circumstances, losing a certain amount of blood would endanger life, leading to tragic bloodshed incidents.

But Herbert was different.

He has a lot of blood.

While losing blood, he could also produce blood.

Especially since he had over-bled in front of Eliza so many times before, he had become accustomed to such behavior.

"Speaking of which, when I left this time, I didn't say goodbye to Eliza... No, I didn't even greet her when I went back."

"Oh well, it's not that big of a deal."

Herbert thought carefully and realized that he hadn't shown up in front of Eliza when he returned this time.

"Since I didn't greet her when I went back, from her perspective, it's like I never went back."

"Yeah, no problem!"

"Anyway, I already left her with so much Holy Blood last time, so she won't go hungry."

What was that saying again?

Oh right, I could have endured the darkness had I not seen the light.

"Great, I haven't seen her, so it's as if she hasn't seen the light and remains in darkness, without further longing."

"Hmm."

Herbert thought of Eliza and couldn't help but shake his head with a laugh.

"It's been a while, and somehow I still miss her; I'll give her more blood next time!"

...

...

Prison of Darkness.

In that pitch-dark cage, the darkness was as thick as something tangible, spreading into every corner.

In that blackness without a glimmer of light, a muffled cry of sorrow as if from inside a box suddenly rang out.

"Ugh ah!"

"Can someone save me?"

"Help! Help me!"

"Will someone pull me out?"

At this moment, a pitiful vampire was trapped inside, her upper body tightly wedged by the coffin lid.

The lid was firmly clamped down like a big mouth full of sharp teeth, imprisoning the vampire with no chance to move.

Initially, Eliza struggled desperately to wriggle free from the terrifying restraint, but all that effort was in vain.

Now, she had completely given up, allowing the coffin to clamp her down, not even kicking her legs anymore.

"Help! Someone—"

Eliza's cries were strong, filled more with embarrassment and resignation than despair and fear.

Although the coffin held her body tightly, it didn't actually harm her—except perhaps emotionally.

But perhaps as punishment for her attempt to escape, the coffin never intended to release her.

And until now, Eliza had been calling for a long time, yet she never gave up hope for rescue.

What was sustaining her?

"Herbert!"

Is it love?

No.

It's anger.

"You damned guy! I know you're already back, hurry up and save me!"

Especially remembering how he intentionally appeared in front of her and yet didn't come to see her, she felt even angrier.

You terrible Paladin!

Did you do this on purpose?

Yes, you must have done it on purpose.

It's just because I asked you for some extra Holy Blood last time, isn't it?

You hold a grudge!

Just wait until I get out next time!

I'll definitely make you pay—

This anger sustained Eliza, preventing her from fully giving up.

And finally, after not knowing how long she had been calling out, a faint sound of footsteps slowly echoed in the darkness.

The sound was faint but surprisingly clear in the silent prison.

!!!

"Who!!??"

Eliza felt a surge of excitement, kicking her legs behind her to try and attract the person's attention.

"Ah! Whoever you are, hurry and help me!"

And behind her, the Dark Elf Grand Mage was staring at her with a face full of confusion.

This vampire...

What is she doing?

Indeed, she had heard Eliza's calls for help before but never paid them any mind—this guy always made strange noises after drinking the Holy Blood.

Only this time, the strange sounds persisted so long that they finally annoyed her into coming over for a look.

And with one look, she was bewildered.

What kind of posture is this? What kind of shape? What is... the meaning?

For this question, she pondered long but couldn't come up with an answer.

Eventually, with a puzzled look, she asked in a voice laced with indifference:

"What are you doing?"

"Why are you wedged in the coffin? Why... oh!"

Suddenly, Svanni recalled scenes from traditional Dark Elf stories and said with sudden realization:

"Oh, I see."

"So, are you trying to seduce Lord Herbert with this posture?"

Eliza: ???

"Ah???"