Diary of Guarding Monster Girls

Chapter 828 - 425: Enchanting Demon Paladin! Flora’s Vow!

"Congratulations!"

Herbert lowered his gaze to look at Flora, who was in a state of shock, raised his hand to gently pinch her cheek, and started to laugh, declaring with a melodious voice:

"After ’dying,’ you’ve ’lived’ anew!"

Death and rebirth.

When the old body is destroyed, pure flesh grows from the shattered remains, just like new, tender branches sprouting from a tree burned down by lightning.

A brand new body, a pure soul.

Herbert watched the still wide-eyed Enchanting Demon, unable to help but laugh and shake his head, his fingers gently brushing through her hair, picking out a few strands that were different from before.

"Hehe."

In fact, Flora’s appearance hasn’t changed much.

The Demon horns on top of her head haven’t changed color, and the shape of the Enchanting Demon tail behind her remains unchanged, just like before.

The only noticeable change at first glance is that a few dazzling golden strands have appeared amidst her originally pink hair, proving her difference from before.

The child has rebelled and even started to dye her hair!

Additionally, this pink and gold color scheme seems a bit subtle.

It couldn’t help but remind Herbert of the youthful girls by the roadside who have tie-dyed their pink hair... Feeling like the next second they’d be riding a ghost fire, then revving and popping wheelies, finally speeding off to reincarnate.

Speaking of which, Flora still has runes on her body—aren’t those tattoos too!

So bad.

Of course, all of this is only in Herbert’s mind as a stereotype and biased impression of some groups—yes, it is quite wrong!

Just like "Japanese delinquents would definitely give their umbrella to an abandoned kitten in the rain," they must also have softness in their hearts!

Yes, people are different, and can’t judge based on appearances.

But then again.

If someone has deliberately changed themselves to appear unapproachable like this, shouldn’t I look at them differently, or else their change is in vain?

What a waste of money!

...Wait.

A Holy Mark is a tattoo too!

I’ve messed up!

Now I can’t take the public exam...

Herbert was thinking about all kinds of things here, while Flora finally came back to her senses from the state of shock.

She slowly sat up, lowered her head, looking at her own body, blinking constantly.

"I..."

Miss Enchanting Demon lifted her hands and swung them back and forth a bit, then looked at her body again.

She could feel it.

Her current self is filled with pure and warm Holy Power, with not a trace of the Abyss’s aura remaining from before.

Not exaggerating when saying that Flora now, in terms of the purity of Holy Power, has surpassed most monks in the world.

The purity is high!

Amidst the sacred atmosphere of the Holy Sanctuary, feeling the aura exuding from her body, along with her nun’s robes, the impression given is just two words—devotion! Sincerity!

Flora felt a bit dazed.

A Demon like herself never thought they’d end up like this one day.

Others are Angels falling to evil, and she is a Demon falling to good?

"Is this a miracle?"

Flora didn’t expect her transformation to be so complete.

In her initial desire, simply improving the tendency to fall into chaos periodically would have been enough.

But now...

She actually felt the source of order!!?

A Demon born from chaos, feeling the source of order.

Isn’t this a bit, over the top?

Flora pressed her lips, perplexedly murmuring: "Has a miracle happened to me?"

Such a change can only be called a miracle, right?

But Herbert denied such a statement.

"Strictly speaking, it’s not really a miracle, as it inherently has the possibility of happening."

If Angels can fall into the evil version of Fallen Angels, then Demons should logically be able to ’fall’ into a sacred version as well.

This isn’t a miracle.

Because this was always possible.

Chaos is chaos due to its uncertainty.

And endless uncertainty represents infinite possibilities.

Since the Abyss can give birth to an anomaly like Flora, it proves that—at the apex of change, something completely contrary to chaos itself, order, will inevitably be born.

Flora thoughtfully nodded, then sincerely bowed to Herbert: "I understand, thank you for your help..."

"Wrong again, this is not correct either."

"Hmm?"

Herbert looked at the puzzled Miss Enchanting Demon, still shaking his head, smiling while riddling: "This can be said to be true, yet it isn’t."

"I did help you with your transformation, but the qualification to transform is entirely your own achievement."

Nenasha and Herbert merely accelerated the process, aiding Flora’s transformation.

"Without your own willful persistence, I couldn’t have helped you."

He looked at Flora, raised his hand to gently caress her cheek, warmly saying: "I felt the chaos you were constantly enduring."

After crushing Flora’s heart, Herbert extracted her soul, then following Nenasha’s previous instructions, merged it with his own soul.

Nenasha took charge of Flora’s soul and modified it.

While Herbert bore the rampaging backlash of that chaos.

The desire to kill.

The desire to curse.

The wish to plunder from others, to prove and declare one’s existence to the world, even the wish to end one’s life without reason...