"Special entities?"
Herbert pondered this term, raising an eyebrow slightly.
So, does that an they're all special individuals?
Carrying elite traits? Born bosses?
Then, is Valentina actually a battle-hardened golden Fire Dragon?
Hmm, it feels like she's still quite a bit stronger than the madam, after all, not every Fire Dragon lands on Earth...
"Are special entities rare?"
["One in ten thousand, so races even one in a million."]
Herbert raised an eyebrow, surprised, "So, they're actually geniuses of their respective races?"
Heaven's proud daughters, Monster Girl version?
["It might seem that way to outsiders, but special entities might not think so themselves."]
The Evil God, when talking about serious matters, always did so quite earnestly, seriously enlightening his ally with this hidden knowledge: ["In the past, special entities had another na—those blessed and cursed."]
Herbert: ?
He understood the blessed part, but where did the cursed part co from?
["As extrely rare special individuals, special entities are blessed, possessing far greater power than their kin."]
["This power can manifest in many ways: huge size, superior intellect, frosty mind, special charisma, unique abilities…"]
["But at the sa ti, special entities are also cursed."]
The Evil God softly inquired: ["You can understand, right? Power that is too strong may not always be t with kindness and sotis can invite unwarranted malice."]
["So would covet their bloodline, wanting to claim that blessed power for themselves, while others fear that strength and try to kill them early."]
["As anomalies, special entities are destined to be rejected by their kind, ultimately walking a lonely path filled with blood and fire."]
["Blessed and cursed, life and death, they spend their lives walking this path of opportunity and danger."]
After speaking in such a somber tone, Nenasha's tone suddenly changed, laughing playfully: ["Well, it isn't always so heavy, it also depends on how the special entities themselves see it."]
["Whether seeing it as a curse of destiny, a gift from fate, or even as a test from fate, all are completely fine~"]
"..."
After Nenasha finished speaking, Herbert thought about many things.
Valentina, exiled by her family for her imnse power; Fremay, unable to communicate with her kin due to her singing; Svanni, feared by her people for forbidden research; Flora, who distanced herself from her clan due to her calm mind…
Their past misfortunes, though different, all seed to stem from their uniqueness.
"A gift of fate or a curse?"
Herbert pondered for a long ti, finally shaking his head, saying calmly: "I don't know about the past, but them eting is definitely a gift from fate."
Herbert didn't claim to be exceptionally good to them, but he certainly had no intention of intentionally persecuting them—so teasing doesn't count, those are positive bits of interaction.
["Haha, maybe that's true~"]
Nenasha chuckled delightedly, not denying his words, correcting him: ["It's us! Just you alone couldn't have made it this far."]
"Alright, us."
Herbert nodded, then smirked, saying: "By the way, you should also thank fate's gift for eting an attentive ally like !"
"If you hadn't clung to , you'd still be a statue underground now!"
eting is also your blessing.
The Harmonious God snorted disdainfully, ["Hah, you think you're any different? Without , you'd have been played to death by them long ago!"]
"...Alright, that's true."
Indeed, if it weren't for Nenasha, Herbert would have taken ages just to adapt to Valentina's dragon's aura, and even then, she might not have taken a liking to him, making swift feeding impossible.
["Right~"]
The two ntally boasted to each other for quite a while, stopping simultaneously.
Standing atop the tower, Herbert, though alone, vaguely felt as if soone was standing beside him.
He turned his head, seeing no figure, sensing no presence.
But in his heart, he just had a feeling.
She was right there beside him.
Herbert gazed beside him for a long while, suddenly saying:
"Nenasha."
["Hmm?"]
"Thank you."
["Hmm~?"]
Nenasha murmured curiously, wondering what kind of sentintal scene this guy was suddenly putting on.
What?
The white-haired youth, eyes full of emotion, stared at the ally who couldn't be seen yet, whispered:
"I probably won't ever forget you in this lifeti."
["...Hmm?"]
Nenasha, watching his emotive expression, was full of question marks, the shadowy tendrils in the shadows couldn't help but move, almost reaching out to touch his forehead.
Sick?
["What nonsense are you suddenly spouting?"]
Nenasha was a bit baffled by Herbert's words, hesitating before saying: ["I'm not leaving you, how could you forget ?"]
What on earth got into him?
No, he wasn't the one acting tonight either!
"No, you don't understand."
Herbert shook his head, sighing, lanting: "Though it's unfortunate, you might never truly understand what I an."
["...Why?"]
"Because it's a ."
Herbert rubbed his nose, explaining matter-of-factly: "You were supposed to reply, 'I'm sorry I couldn't fully satisfy Lord Herbert!'"
["???"]
What nonsense!
...
The setting blood moon was about to rge with the sea, while the eastern sea was already glowing with a faint luminescence.
Herbert still sitting on the tower, having a rare chance to go out for so air at midnight, wasn't planning to go back early; he intended to stay up for a sunrise, considering he didn't need much sleep now.
["By the way, your performance this ti will surely shock them, maybe even alert them. Don't you need so more plausible explanations prepared?"]
Just like the special entities, such a peculiar display is bound to attract all kinds of attention.
"There's really nothing much to explain."
He gently shook his head, calmly saying: "Don't forget, this is the Mist Monastery."
"Here, as long as the Archbishop sees no issue, no one's going to trouble ."
"By the ti it's reached this point, no matter what I say, they'll believe it, even if there are flaws—they'll patch it up themselves."
"Moreover, they'll eventually understand my control over the Third Commandnt Hall, what it ans for those Monster Girls, learning a bit earlier doesn't change anything."
Herbert wouldn't be locked hiding as a Prison Guard forever, he was bound to step into the spotlight from the shadows sooner or later.
That's why, during this Dark Elf blood moon night strike, Herbert took it upon himself, arranged for the Monster Girls to act instead of letting the Judgent Hall and Knight Order take them down directly.
Herbert saw it as a formal announcent of his presence to the monastery cultivators, a chance to prove his strength.
And the result was...
He succeeded!
"This grand performance ultimately ca to a perfect conclusion."
Moreover, the Monster Girls' performance exceeded his expectations!
"Which ans, I have more chips to bargain with the Archbishop now."
"Perhaps... I really should ask?"
"After all, no matter how I think about it, I'll need a bodyguard when I return..."
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