Diary of Guarding Monster Girls

Champion?

Bro, what kind of champion are you?

I...

Herbert:?

A huge question mark appeared above Herbert's head.

How come this involves me too?

While Herbert was still puzzled, Waro continued loudly proclaiming.

"You have no idea what I saw in him! Such an aura, such a presence, it's practically on par with a real legend!"

He narrated boldly, gesturing the scene at the time, announcing to the people around.

"So, you all stop arguing, the true champion isn't us nor you, but Herbert!"

"He must have slain hundreds of Demons to have such an aura!"

But clearly, others were not buying into Waro's "exaggerated" claim.

"Waro! Stop bragging already! There's no way it's as exaggerated as you say."

"Hehe, bragging again!"

"You really are strange, not boasting about yourself this time but about someone else? Hahaha..."

Hearing these remarks, Waro's face flushed red, shouting loudly, "Nonsense! Who's bragging? You're the one bragging!"

He beat his chest forcefully, shouting, "I'm not bragging! I swear by the gods, I am not bragging!"

Swearing by the gods is a very serious oath in this world, but others couldn't stop laughing.

"Hahaha! I was almost inclined to believe you, but now I must doubt you."

"Exactly, a Martial Monk like you swearing like a Paladin?"

"Hahahaha!"

"I remember, last time you swore you didn't sneak Zar's bread, right? Oh no, was that supposed to be a secret... Hahaha!"

Behind Waro, Zar, who originally intended to stand up for him, was gesturing to testify, but upon hearing this, his expression changed.

Hmm?

So you were the one who secretly ate my favorite bread!!?

"Mmm mmm mmm? Mmm!!?"

He gestured wildly at Waro, his hands changing shapes rapidly, almost weaving a spell.

"Uh, I'll explain to you later."

Waro explained awkwardly, then continued to shout with the others.

Veins bulged on his forehead as he argued loudly, while everyone laughed heartily, filling the surrounding air with a joyful atmosphere.

"So, exactly how many Demons did he slay? What levels were these Demons? You haven't made it clear at all!"

Finally, after a good while of mockery, a cold voice interrupted the playful rhythm.

The noisy crowd quieted down, looking at Waro's companions.

"You've been making a fuss for so long, aren't you going to give me an explanation?"

A tall Nun walked to the front of the crowd, speaking indifferently, "If you don't want to be the champion, then don't occupy the spot, voluntarily withdraw and let us be the champions!"

The Nun's words reflected the thoughts of others.

The Demon hunting event concluded, and as per custom, the final winner was to be chosen.

The competition for the second to fifth place was intense, with everyone's achievements quite similar.

However, the first place was far ahead, both in the quality and quantity of Demons, exceeding other teams.

Fao and his ad-hoc team claimed the top spot in this contest.

Though other teams were unwilling, they accepted the result.

But just as everything seemed settled, even with some regret, as everyone was ready to offer blessings, the winning team suddenly changed their story.

Waro and company suddenly claimed that they were not the real champions.

The real champion was someone else!

However, they could not specify who. In the end, they merely threw out Herbert's name as a way to brush off the question.

This left others feeling a bit annoyed.

We acknowledge your skills and achievements, but that doesn't mean we will fully accept your claims!

That's not acceptable.

We want to compete for it fair and square.

Everyone craved the title of champion very much.

The reward for winning the Demon hunt was secondary; the real honor was meeting and conversing with the Archbishop!

This must be contested!

"Well..."

Faced with so many people, Waro scratched his head, a bit lost on how to explain?

Seeing him like this, the tall Nun furrowed her brows even tighter, questioning, "Are you brainwashed by him? Owe him something? Why help him this much?"

"If he truly is as outstanding as you say, then why hasn't he returned?"

Yes, why hasn't he returned if he is that exceptional?

Is he afraid to return?

Or is he unable to return?

"Let's take a step back!"

Seeing everyone silent, the tall Nun didn't push further, her tone softened somewhat as she shook her head and said:

"Currently, it's the final deadline for all teams to return, regardless of whether he's as exceptional as you claim, he already lacks eligibility for judgment now."

The Demon hunting contest had a time limit; participants couldn't wander the mountains indefinitely.

She looked at Fao sitting silently on the ground, her eyes flickering with an inexplicable glimmer, and slightly shook her head.

"So since he hasn't shown up, it means he's lost the eligibility to compete..."

Just at that moment, a gentle voice rang in her ear.

"Hey, you guys are so lively here! Talking about something interesting?"

Who!!?

The tall Nun was startled, instinctively wanting to draw the short hammer from her waist.

But as soon as she grasped the handle and was about to pull it out, a hand "lightly" pressed on her wrist, pushing it back down directly.