[{"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-396":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},2312325,4517,"Chapter 396: A Bitter Tongue (Request Subscription)","an-improper-monster-girl-s-transformation-diary-chapter-396",396,"\u003Cp>「……」\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the mirror, Luccalia’s lips moved slightly, several times as if to speak, but she ultimately chose silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luccalia watched Herbert smile and nod at her before immediately turning to soothe Luciel, and she clicked her tongue silently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tsk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This boy… no, this man is even more unusual than she expected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Herbert’s uniqueness certainly does not stem solely from the strange tide of fate surrounding him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After witnessing firsthand how Herbert calmed Luciel, Luccalia finally understood completely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even setting aside that favor of fate, he himself is extraordinarily unusual.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Herbert excels at identifying psychological vulnerabilities in others and exploiting them to achieve his own ends.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His ability feels more terrifying than that of any race that thrives on manipulating others.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At least in that moment, ordinary people wouldn’t even have the courage to speak, let alone calm a fallen angel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even over the past thousand years, she had never seen many who possessed such a method.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gentle words wrapped his true intentions in a sweet layer of sugar glaze, making the truth indistinguishable, causing others to willingly become his slaves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No, not just words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those within the game are confused; those outside see clearly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fallen angel trapped within the situation failed to perceive the truth, but Luccalia, as an outsider, saw it all plainly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every gesture, every glance, every pause had been meticulously rehearsed and carefully planned—a perfect performance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before such tactics, even that powerful angel was toyed with in his palm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No, perhaps the fallen angel understood as well?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luccalia did not believe Luciel was some ignorant fool.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A fool might rise to legend through powerful racial Tianfu , but could never truly reach Shi Shi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luccalia believed there were virtually no fools among Shi Shi-level Qiangzhe .\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps, precisely because the fallen angel understood, he chose to accept his embrace?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…No, what exactly is their relationship? Why does Luciel obey that man’s commands?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This question filled Luccalia with intense curiosity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The gossip fire burned fiercely within her, like tiny claws scratching inside her heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What exactly is your relationship?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Prisoner and warden? Intimate friends? Or… man and woman?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each seemed plausible, yet each fell just short.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If forced to describe the feeling, their relationship resembled that of superior and subordinate—yet it was the angel who was beneath!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was utterly upside-down!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After pondering for a long time, Luccalia’s mind churned with freshly forged rumors, expanding endlessly upon earlier foundations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Underdog Rises! When the Angel Kneels Before a Mortal!”、“The Untold Tale of the Angel and the Mortal”…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After crafting countless intricate, torturous romance stories, Luccalia exhaled deeply, satisfied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Phew!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That felt good.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had fantasized herself into ecstasy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She didn’t care about the truth—she had already enjoyed it thoroughly in her mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Humans… are truly terrifying. Another master of manipulating hearts, hmm.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As she murmured inwardly, she watched Herbert and Luciel walk through the portal and vanish, shaking her head in wonder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m genuinely curious.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Compared to those who seduce countless women, are fought over by them, and ultimately end in ruin, what fate will you meet?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Will you have a peaceful end?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She did not know how many women Herbert was entangled with, but even those she had seen so far were already numerous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dragon, mermaid, angel…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tell me, do you truly love them? Or were you forced onto this path by circumstance?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All the women connected to him are immensely powerful monster girls, each capable of tearing him apart in brutality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Has Herbert ever felt fear facing these companions?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Humans fear monsters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though humans have hunted monsters relentlessly, they still fear them, seeing themselves as pitiful weaklings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For humans, union with other races has always been a taboo no one dares mention—though half-breeds have never been few, few ever bring such matters to light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, a Holy Knight has walked the most forbidden path, yet unexpectedly retains his holy power and the protection of his vows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So, do you truly believe you walk the righteous path?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because you believe your actions are just, your will does not waver, and your holy power does not fade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In her eyes, Herbert’s actions were dancing on the edge of a blade, walking the precipice—any misstep would bring the most horrific end.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet this uncertainty is precisely what draws others in, making one eager to see the final outcome.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How far will you go?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luccalia sighed, shaking her head with a faint smile: “I hope you don’t end up like the others, torn apart and dead…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And I hope I live to witness it all, hmm.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As her musings ended, the Mirror Spirit suddenly smiled strangely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She glanced left and right, confirmed Herbert had departed completely and would not return soon, then relaxed fully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Phew!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Creak… creak… creak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mirror’s surface slowly cracked, and a translucent, slender hand emerged slowly, pressing against the frame’s edge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, a petite head slowly emerged from within the mirror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, the Mirror Spirit no longer reflected anyone’s image—she bore a stranger’s face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had a girl’s delicate features, elfin pointed ears protruding from silver hair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her hair flowed like liquid mercury, smoothly trailing behind her, drifting gently against gravity with her movements.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her large eyes resembled two deep pools of silver water—pure, mysterious, shifting with countless emotions as they moved, inscrutable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These myriad emotions came from her memories of what she had seen and heard, from the stories she had recorded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet when those silver-gray eyes rolled playfully, all mystery vanished, leaving only mischievous liveliness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmm… phew!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She widened her eyes, cautiously scanning her surroundings, then slowly exhaled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good, good—he didn’t notice. Hehe, thank goodness I prepared an extra layer!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luccalia sighed, lightly patting her chest, drifting out from the mirror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her slender body matched her youthful appearance, standing only up to Herbert’s chest—daintily small, with a pair of fairy wings behind her, seemingly formed from shattered mirror shards.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her body seemed soaked in moonlight, translucent silver glow outlining her delicate curves; every inch of skin exposed beyond her silver-gray gauze robe was covered in hair-thin mirror cracks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After stepping out of the mirror, she stretched carelessly, ignoring propriety.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As she stretched, the cracks refracted star-like glimmers, reflecting internally within her body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mmm~ ha!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hehe, that lewd, foolish Holy Knight would never guess—this is my true form!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though the Mirror Spirit is unique and can mimic other beings, she is fundamentally a fairy, no different in essence from flower spirits, tree spirits, or water spirits.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They each have their own true appearance—this ghostly girl-like form is Luccalia’s genuine “true body.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as “a demon’s true name must not be known” and “a devil’s pact must be honored,” the Mirror Spirit race has its own special constraints.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As faceless mirrors, their true visage must never be seen by others.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once seen, they can no longer mimic that person’s appearance, losing their greatest safeguard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the past, no one had ever seen Luccalia in this form.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All who saw her saw only their own reflections—without exception.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, she revealed her true form not out of carelessness, but to perform a special ritual.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luccalia took a deep breath, focused all her energy, and extended her tongue to lick her fingertip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With the silver liquid on her fingertip, she slowly inscribed an ancient, lost language upon the mirror’s surface.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I shall witness.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first line glowed silver, then slowly sank into the ancient mirror and vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I shall record.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The second line, after being written, likewise dissolved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I shall tell.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And when the third line was completed, the two previous lines reappeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hehe~”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She smiled contentedly, lightly licking her lips with a shimmering silver tongue, watching the three lines fade away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Witness. Record. Tell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ritual is complete.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the future, whenever Lucalia wishes, she can appear within the mirror surfaces Herbert sees, replacing his shadow and silently observing him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if Herbert is not in front of the mirror, as long as she pays a small price, she can “see” him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But simultaneously, she will be bound by certain limitations: her true form will grow more fragile, and she will no longer be able to leap to another mirror surface.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There are advantages and drawbacks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This is the decision Lucalia has made; she has already designated Herbert as her next subject of observation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She will witness Herbert’s future, record his experiences, and ultimately tell his story to others.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For this, she is willing to pay a price.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, she is currently locked here and cannot leave, and no outsiders can enter—her true form faces no danger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perfect~\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, the greatest drawback is gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’m a genius!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as Lucalia was basking in pride over her brilliant idea, two soft knocks came from behind her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thump. Thump.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…Huh!!?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lucalia snapped her attention back and turned to look behind her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who!!?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Um, just to ask—were you just talking about some foolish Holy Knight?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind her, Herbert pushed open a tiny portal revealing only his face, his expression curious: “Miss Lucalia, could you tell me the answer?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After watching her mutter to herself, Herbert finally decided to speak up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Were you just speaking ill of me behind my back?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>!!?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Faced with Herbert’s accusation, Lucalia was utterly panicked: “How are you here!!?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When did he arrive!!?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How did I not sense him at all?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wait.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Did he see my true face?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Realizing this fatal point, Lucalia froze in place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Herbert smiled at her, casually saying: “Of course! This is the Penitentiary—I’m the warden. Where can’t I go?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Herbert glanced at the Mirror Spirit, whose face bore an expression as if she’d been violated, and sneered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I just startled you a little. Why are you looking like that?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So what?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Don’t you know I control the sealing array of the Mirror Space?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Don’t you know that once I activate the map inside the Penitentiary, I can teleport back at will?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You really didn’t know~\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then it’s fine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, by the way.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Herbert winked at Lucalia, his gaze landing on her lips as he smirked: “Your tongue is rather suggestive.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silver tongue—looks downright lewd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“S… shut up!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Completely broken, Lucalia grabbed her hair and screamed: “Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh? Why the sudden outburst? Are you in a bad mood?” Herbert blinked, puzzled by her extreme reaction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Menopause?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lucalia could not explain her anguish; she could only clutch her hair, tears welling, and cry out helplessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Go away!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Just go!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’m doomed!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This is completely over now!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Herbert mentioned the color of her tongue, she finally understood the situation—Herbert would only see her true face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had completed the ritual, granting her the ability to spy on Herbert’s life, but she could no longer disguise herself as his reflection before him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That means…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every time Lucalia tried to secretly observe Herbert, he would clearly see her appearing in the mirror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Isn’t this embarrassing?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now she’s permanently bound to him!!?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s over…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elde.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thump. Thump.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Theresa!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yuniel knocked on Theresa’s door and called inside: “Have you changed clothes? May I come in?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The room fell silent for a moment, then Theresa’s faint voice replied: “...Yes, I’ve changed. Come in—the door isn’t locked.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Click.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yuniel pushed open the door but didn’t enter immediately; she first peered inside from the threshold, ensuring she wouldn’t disturb Theresa before stepping in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The room had no bed—it was utterly bare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This wasn’t due to deliberate mistreatment by the territory’s people; everyone lived this way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In this special place, even this simple room was a luxury—there was no silk or other extravagant materials.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yuniel sat beside Theresa and asked curiously: “Theresa! I heard you accidentally fell into the water?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How could you be so careless?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Theresa pressed her lips together and shook her head slightly, offering no further explanation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s nothing—just a momentary distraction.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sophya had warned her: before Herbert’s return, she should not tell anyone what had happened, to avoid controversy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She didn’t want to elaborate, but Yuniel wasn’t ready to drop it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmm…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yuniel studied Theresa’s expression, hesitated, blinked, then leaned close to her ear and whispered: “Judging by your look… are you thinking about Lord Herbert?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Theresa: ???\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How did you know?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wait, no!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why are we even talking about him?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How did you guess?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",2044,"2026-06-20T12:31:07.468Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","0dd09d568da54bde9ff6d874d7857e7d308dd0506631ab0bd483e6d0082f7016","an-improper-monster-girl-s-transformation-diary-chapter-397","an-improper-monster-girl-s-transformation-diary-chapter-395",453,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fan-improper-monster-girl-s-transformation-diary-cover.jpg"]