[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-an-improper-monster-girl-s-transformation-diary":3,"chapter-an-improper-monster-girl-s-transformation-diary-an-improper-monster-girl-s-transformation-diary-chapter-13":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","An Improper Monster Girl's Transformation Diary",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2311942,4517,"Chapter 13: The Correct Way to Court the Dragon Miss","an-improper-monster-girl-s-transformation-diary-chapter-13",13,"\u003Cp>“Miss Valentina! I’m back!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Herbert returned to the prison the next day, he was not met with the jailer’s verbal abuse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What greeted him was still the same messy back of hair, and a cold snort tinged with lingering anger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmph!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Herbert’s lips twitched; he was at a loss for words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Come on, sister.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It’s been over a day already—still mad?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How about this: let the Emperor Wu Shi give you his spot. Let you, venerable one, bear the burden of turning your back on all beings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the fact that the Dragon Miss was still angry was well within his expectations, so he promptly pulled out the carefully prepared countermeasure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I brought you a gift. Made it by hand.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He set the wooden box on the ground and opened it, revealing its contents.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clang—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Look! Turn around and face me. Stop being silent. Tell me—what exactly are you trying to achieve?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Look, look, look!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...Hmph.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Dragon Miss let out a soft snort at the sounds behind her, stubbornly holding her neck stiff, refusing to turn back—she had already lost to him once yesterday.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmph, give up now! I will never turn around!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Today, I’m terrifyingly strong—I won’t lose again!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Absolutely not... Huh?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sniff.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her nostrils twitched slightly, subtly stirring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wait—what’s this smell?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So fragrant, yet different from yesterday’s scent. This aroma is...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sniff!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Valentina hadn’t smelled this scent in what felt like an eternity... Ah! Right!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It’s the smell of meat!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She turned her head and saw a pile of skewers placed before Herbert, who was gently fanning the aroma toward her with his hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And after noticing she had turned, he smiled, deliberately pinching a handful of white granules between his fingers, rubbing them lightly so the salt rained down like fine drizzle, bouncing off his arm before landing on the skewers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bling~bling~\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...Huh?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wh-what the hell?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Valentina’s eyes widened; her mind felt overloaded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What did I just see?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even a dragon who had lived for a thousand years had never witnessed such a bizarre gesture.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If you say he’s playing around...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His expression was serious, his movements elegant and fluid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But if you say he’s seriously cooking...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It didn’t quite look like it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Strange.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After striking his classic salt-sprinkling pose, Herbert pushed the wooden box forward and smiled. “Albert Family’s meal today! Herbert’s Honey-Glazed Skewers!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Madam, please, help yourself!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gulp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Valentina snapped back to reality, swallowed hard, her gaze darting between the skewers and Herbert. “You... what do you mean?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t worry—there’s no trick or scheme here.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Herbert raised his hands slightly, showing his innocence, and explained with a smile: “It’s just a small token of appreciation—for your kind warning yesterday.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If not for your warning, I might have fallen for that siren’s trap.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Herbert’s expression was sincere, tinged with a hint of post-survival dread. This made Valentina, who had initially suspected ill intent, suddenly understand. “Oh—so that’s how it was.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh—I see.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So that’s what happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking at the earnest young man, she tilted her head up with quiet pride and let out a pleased little hum.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmph~hmm.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She picked up a skewer without hesitation and shoved it into her mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment the juicy, fragrant meat touched her tongue, her taste buds—starved for centuries—exploded awake, surging with an overwhelming hunger!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crunch!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crunch!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crunch!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under Herbert’s raised eyebrow, Valentina, long unable to contain herself, didn’t even bother removing the wooden skewers—she bit them clean through and swallowed them whole in three quick bites.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She didn’t fear poison in the food, nor did she care about a few splinters of wood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dragons possessed stomachs of extraordinary power, capable of digesting and absorbing even stones to reinforce their scales.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mmm!!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Herbert watched as the Dragon Miss was effortlessly defeated by the food, a faint smile tugging at his lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In truth, the reason he gave Valentina was entirely fabricated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every word of it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The real truth: even without her warning, the Siren’s trap yesterday could never have succeeded—the siren, caught red-handed, had been properly scolded and retreated, humiliated, into the water.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But what did it matter?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Herbert knew the truth. Freime knew it too. But Valentina did not.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Did the truth even matter?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In human relations, making the other person feel they were the reason for your success... that matters immensely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In fact, people generally prefer those they’ve helped over those who’ve helped them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Simply put, people tend to see themselves as wise, reasonable, respectable individuals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When they help others, they feel their actions align with their self-image, amplifying their personal charm and generating pleasure, which deepens their attachment to the person they helped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Herbert’s goal right now was to amplify the pleasure already stirring in Valentina’s heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Make her believe: it was thanks to you that I remained unharmed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Make her understand: I am not ungrateful. Helping me brings rewards.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If one time isn’t enough, then two, three—until she fully gets used to these two truths.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once these two ideas formed neural pathways in her mind... then... heh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mmm!?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Valentina had held back at first, trying not to appear uncouth—but now she had completely lost control, greedily gulping down the skewers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As she stuffed more meat into her mouth, she still managed to ask between bites: “What did you put in this?! What’s this flavor?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Onion. I added onion.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The secret to delicious food is never magic—it’s spices!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Herbert had marinated the skewers with spices he brought from the Duke’s household.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In this world, whose civilization resembled the Middle Ages, spice varieties were still limited—and extremely expensive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though there were Druids skilled in plants, they preferred studying techniques to accelerate growth rather than developing culinary spices.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In many places, spices could be traded for their weight in gold!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beyond nobility, ordinary people never encountered spices. Their food was mostly eaten raw—fishy, dry, bland.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His lavish use of spices was something Valentina had never tasted before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Delicious?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mmm.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Want more?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mmm!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching Valentina completely enthralled, Herbert suddenly asked his final question.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then if you stop swearing from now on, I’ll send you food regularly. Deal?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mmm... Huh?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yesterday I only slept three hours, went out to meet old classmates during the day—tired and with a cold, writing was agony.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But as an apology for the late update, I added five hundred extra words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tomorrow will be late too, but earlier than today...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1064,"2026-06-20T12:31:06.198Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","73bfaf16422d8da57497ec306c3d6bf9012c8dac02355545d8b13c3c044499c5","an-improper-monster-girl-s-transformation-diary-chapter-14","an-improper-monster-girl-s-transformation-diary-chapter-12",453,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fan-improper-monster-girl-s-transformation-diary-cover.jpg"]