[{"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-421":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},2312350,4517,"Chapter 421: Meeting and Parting (Request Subscription)","an-improper-monster-girl-s-transformation-diary-chapter-421",421,"\u003Cp>Flora felt she had encountered a troublesome fellow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That white-haired boy, though more beautiful than the vast majority of elves and possessing an especially noble and elegant aura,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>was utterly unlike his appearance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The boy who called himself Herbert was simply too loud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh come on, let me tag along with you—just add me in!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Besides, you don’t look like you have any friends. Why not let me be your friend?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Am I wrong? Oh, then where are they?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Are your friends all off at some banquet, and you weren’t invited?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You didn’t want to go to their party? Oh, I get it, I get it—you don’t need to explain, I understand completely!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, yes, yes, you didn’t want to go—not that you weren’t invited! I get it!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How pitiful… oh, I didn’t say anything. You must’ve misheard.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Unhappy? Then tell me, do you have any other friends?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Noise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That fellow insisted on repeatedly bringing up things Flora did not wish to speak of.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t that they excluded me—it was I who excluded them!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who wants to go to their silver party anyway!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I won’t go!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Flora found Herbert’s teasing truly annoying, yet she could not reveal her true identity as a succubus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So she could only endure his teasing helplessly, gritting her teeth, searching for an opportunity to properly punish him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To find that opportunity, the embarrassed Flora ultimately agreed to his request to accompany her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps, because she truly was as lonely as he claimed—because he had struck a soft spot within her, longing for someone to keep her company.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or perhaps, because she wished to understand what “love” was, to try and draw that emotion from him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or perhaps… because when Herbert closed his mouth, he was a very pleasingly beautiful boy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hmm, even as a pet, he wouldn’t be bad.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Flora initially thought Herbert would follow her for only a few days before growing bored and leaving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But she never imagined the time would stretch far longer than she expected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One day passed, ten days passed, a month passed, a year passed… he still remained by her side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And showed no intention of leaving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the day the year ended, Flora could no longer hold back and asked Herbert: “Herbert… you’re not leaving, are you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why would I leave?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Herbert tilted his head with a smile, asking lazily: “Are you trying to kick me out? If you want me to go, just tell me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course, even if you tell me to leave, I might not listen~”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The boy smiled, half-closing his eyes, gazing at her with deep, unreadable eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“… ”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Flora felt something peculiar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though she sensed nothing from Herbert at all, she had the feeling he saw through every part of her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In front of him, she felt utterly exposed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had he discovered her true form? Did he know her secret? Had he uncovered her truth?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he knew all this, why did he still stay by my side?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What was he plotting?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What did he hope to gain from me?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Countless questions enveloped Flora’s soul, yet no answer came for a long time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a long silence, Flora finally sighed deeply and shook her head helplessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“… If you want to stay, then stay.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the boy’s reply remained flippant and casual.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright~”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t worry—I won’t leave you easily.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the end, Flora could not bring herself to drive Herbert away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though she knew he carried secrets, understood he wasn’t following her without purpose… Flora still softened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was simply too lonely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the Abyss, among her own kind, she had always been an outcast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ununderstood, disliked, seen as a thorn in everyone’s side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if someone luckily became her friend, they would eventually clash and leave her behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So Flora fled from there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She escaped the Abyss and came to the mortal realm, hoping to find companions like herself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Flora was wrong—even in the mortal realm, she remained alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Different races, yet the same hostility.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Here, her loneliness did not lessen—it grew worse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And this boy, though slightly different from her ideal companion and a bit noisy and loud,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>was the first person ever willing to walk beside her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though Flora complained about him, she was deeply glad he had appeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, the long journey gained companionship.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Flora and Herbert continued walking, traveling through the mortal realm, wandering together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their relationship grew increasingly familiar, no longer the cautious distance of before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They bickered and laughed together, passing a hundred years.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Along the way, their companions multiplied, and their group grew larger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were wandering merchants, lost warriors, apprentice mages seeking trials, even druids trying to find themselves in the wilds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Later, they even encountered a special black cat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That talking black cat claimed to be some unspeakable great being, demanding they bow before it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was excellent at telling jokes, like the kind: “Give it a fish first, then when it recovers, it’ll grant you the title of Archangel in its divine realm!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What Flora found slightly regrettable was that the black cat always clung to Herbert—either curled atop his head or hiding in his shadow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had little contact with her, never letting her stroke its slick fur.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even when it did, it would size her up, then shake its head sadly and sigh dramatically.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet none of these people stayed with them to the end; after a period of time, they quietly departed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some returned to their city-states, some found their path, others were dragged back to their towers by their masters, some vanished into the forests.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some came. Some left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Along this journey, they experienced meetings—and partings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The black cat was the last to leave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the final day of their separation, it gazed at her quietly, no longer sighing openly, but nodding and saying something inexplicable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It said:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmm. You’re not bad.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After uttering this cryptic remark, the black cat vanished completely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Flora felt regret over the departures of others, yet she could still accept them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because though many had left, one person had chosen to remain by her side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Herbert was still there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Herbert… you’re not leaving, are you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A hundred years later, Flora asked the same question again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And this time, before Herbert could answer, she already knew his reply—“Are you trying to kick me out?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That noisy boy, unchanged after a hundred years, looked exactly the same, his aura unaltered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He still remained by her side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Herbert was the foundation that kept Flora from crumbling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With him, she would not break.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, having recognized her own heart, Flora spoke first: “No, I don’t want you to leave—I want you to stay, to remain by my side.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the boy’s smile remained warm as ever; he nodded gently and said: “Then as you wish.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the black cat’s departure, Flora and Herbert’s bond grew even closer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the centuries that followed, they continued walking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their group no longer changed—no new companions joined, only the two of them remained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though they met many along the way—enemies, allies—none left deeper marks in their lives.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And just as Flora believed everything would continue this way… they finally reached an ending.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After rescuing some pitiful slaves and inciting their rebellion, they withdrew to the mountaintop to rest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They sat upon the mountain, gazing down at the city below ablaze with fire, admiring their handiwork.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had freed those slaves, giving them a new choice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though it might mean death of the body, they gained freedom of the soul.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To others, this might be an unbearable gift—but to demons, it was already a rather decent choice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was at this moment that Herbert suddenly spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Flora, I’m leaving.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The unexpected turn left Flora frozen in place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You… what?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You heard me. Exactly as you heard it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Flora fell silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No warning. No hint.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had never argued. Never disagreed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet the one closest to her now chose to depart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...Why?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a long silence, Flora asked, voice hoarse: “Is it because I’m a succubus?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Herbert shook his head gently. “No. I knew your identity from the beginning.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His answer only deepened Flora’s confusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he had known all along, why leave now?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then… are you afraid I’ll betray you? Because of my demonic blood?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No, Flora. I never feared your betrayal.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Herbert lowered his gaze, shaking his head softly. “It’s not because of any of that.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then why?!!?” Flora demanded angrily, glaring at the cold-faced boy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You know I don’t want you to leave!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You know I can’t lose you!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why make such a heartless choice?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet before Flora’s sorrowful gaze, Herbert’s eyes remained unnervingly calm—just as deep as when they first met centuries ago.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Herbert gazed at Flora with his gray eyes and whispered: “Because this is your past alone.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I can’t walk with you to the end.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The utterly unforeseen words struck Flora like a hammer to the skull.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hum—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her body swayed, stumbling back two steps before she barely steadied herself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clutching her head, she forced herself to look at Herbert and gritted out: “What… are you saying?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t you understand?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Herbert smiled, then stepped forward, gently wrapping his arms around Flora’s waist. “You will understand… Now, you will remember it all.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he spoke, he lightly kissed her forehead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You… ah.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And just as Herbert said, Flora suddenly remembered everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dream ended.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A centuries-long, immersive dream—suddenly awakened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Waking from a nightmare brings relief, grateful that it never really happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But waking from a beautiful dream brings endless emptiness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Flora sank into unbearable emptiness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She suddenly realized: it was all false.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This long journey had never had anyone else.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No Herbert beside her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only herself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had endured those hard years alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Flora fell silent for a long while, then raised her head to look at Herbert, struggling to speak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Are you mocking me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had been deceived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She knew: this boy before her was no phantom of her dream—he was a real person who had intruded into her dream.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had manipulated her memories, fabricating a false dream.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet at this moment, what rose in Flora’s heart was not anger… but sorrow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More than questioning Herbert’s intent, she longed for those memories to be real—not hollow illusions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Facing Flora’s accusation, Herbert remained calm, explaining gently: “Flora, you know I cannot change your past.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No matter how much I wished to truly appear in those days, I could not alter what had already happened.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“During the time I was not there, you truly bore it all alone.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Loneliness. Sorrow. Heartache… You watched them come, and watched them go.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He held Flora tightly, feeling her trembling body, his eyes half-closing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Herbert took a deep breath, lowered his head, and looked into the succubus’s eyes, solemnly saying:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I never existed in your first half-life’s memories—but I can remain with you for the rest of your life.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If relationships with others begin with meeting and end with parting…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then perhaps mine with you can be reversed.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This time, I leave—but that is not the end.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Herbert lowered his head, speaking softly yet firmly:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Because having already known parting, our lives now hold only meeting.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With that, he gently kissed her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the instant his lips touched hers, the dream shattered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>!!?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the pool of magma, Flora snapped open her eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before she could even process her surroundings, she saw a face—close, impossibly close—Herbert again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hn!!?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Herbert paused, smiled at her—and Flora’s already wide eyes widened further.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because Herbert, after greeting her, did not stop—he kept kissing her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Try to escape?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Can you escape?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Flora: !!?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You, wait… umm!!?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1941,"2026-06-20T12:31:07.945Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","a65a76e9408be5ad09836a09a050767547356e0f3e13ccf70f148d5b48695f7a","an-improper-monster-girl-s-transformation-diary-chapter-422","an-improper-monster-girl-s-transformation-diary-chapter-420",453,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fan-improper-monster-girl-s-transformation-diary-cover.jpg"]