[{"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-61":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},2311990,4517,"Chapter 61: The Real Elisa? (13)","an-improper-monster-girl-s-transformation-diary-chapter-61",61,"\u003Cp>After the two bishops left, Herbert waited for a while beneath the cart before giving up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wait?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if the flowers withered, what’s the point of waiting?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No more waiting!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After exchanging pleasantries with the knights in the training yard, Herbert returned to the monastery under the guidance of Sister Caplan, who had been waiting outside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sister Caplan had come with the Inquisitor to seize him, but she didn’t flee with him—instead, she deliberately stayed behind to wait for Herbert—clearly, she had something to say.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Indeed, on the way back, she casually told Herbert about Ivanca’s ordeal in the interrogation room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Herbert was initially curious, but halfway through, he waved his hand to stop her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if it’s one of our own, interrogation is still interrogation—no one goes easy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially in a world with healing divine arts, the cruelty of interrogation can be multiplied several times over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The details? Let’s just say men weep, women cry, listeners grieve, and hearers weep—how could one word, “horrible,” possibly capture it?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Herbert caught her drift at once and waved his hand decisively: Enough already! Know when to stop! We’re colleagues, after all—I don’t care.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While part of him didn’t want to hear the gruesome details, mostly he simply didn’t care about those two.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether they suffered or barely escaped interrogation, he didn’t care much.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No deep grudge exists. My goal is achieved—that’s enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enough already.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Let bygones be bygones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sister Caplan merely nodded without speaking, but Herbert felt her gaze toward him had grown softer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Affection increased!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back at the monastery, Herbert ignored everything else and, having stayed awake all night, finally slept deeply until dinnertime.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Skipping sleep for a day or two isn’t a problem, but long-term? That’s no way to live—I’ll keel over one day.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Herbert didn’t want to die young—he still had too much to do in this life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I need to strengthen my power. With enough strength, I won’t need so much sleep.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After carefully analyzing his current abilities, Herbert realized his top priority was still gathering materials from monster girls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Compared to grinding like the knights’ good brothers, abilities gained from monster materials were far faster and far stronger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some might think such abilities are fake, inferior to those earned through sweat and hard work.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But to Herbert—that’s just taking off your pants to fart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sacred mountain lies far away—why waste time going the long way?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If a shortcut already exists, why deliberately take the detour?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Is torturing yourself fun?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A masochist?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If so, add a WeChat… cough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Herbert never dwelled on such trivialities. He never cared about the origin of power—what matters is holding it firmly in his own hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he truly cared about such things, he never would’ve chosen to become Nenasha’s companion—he’d have been broken long ago by Xie Shen Jiang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, after clarifying his situation, Herbert returned to the alien prison after dinner and swallowed the blood he’d tricked (borrowed) from Elisa, mixed with his own.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Glug.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Afterward, Herbert’s consciousness awoke in a scene of father-daughter pursuit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh! Still the victim’s first-person view.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How thrilling!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since none of this was real, and Herbert had experienced similar scenes before, he watched it purely as if enjoying a play.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tsk tsk tsk—what a fine drama!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Setting: night, a cold ancient castle, blood and corpses everywhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Characters: father and daughter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Conflict: patricide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The killer was Elisa Fat, the lowly vampire locked in the coffin; the victim was the man claiming to be Elisa’s father—let’s call him Prince Fat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though he’d long known Elisa’s title as “Patricide,” he’d never learned why she killed her father.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, clearly, this was a perfect chance to uncover the secret!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Come on, old father—hold on a little longer! Reveal more information!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Herbert silently cheered for Prince Fat, hoping he’d put up a better fight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But sadly, the end was near—Prince Fat was truly at his last gasp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was too weak—even his mist-form and animal transformation abilities were gone. He could only limp on his weakened legs—his right leg was broken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Run? Where can you possibly run?” Elisa’s voice dripped with sinister delight and mockery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She didn’t chase him—she trailed behind like a parasitic shadow, savoring her father’s pitiful, frantic flight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like a beast toying with prey, she watched him scramble in all directions, leisurely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No, no, no! You monster! I’m your father! How could you… ah!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After running for a while, Prince Fat stumbled and collapsed helplessly to the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He crashed hard, struggling to rise again—but the figure behind him had lost interest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Enough. I’ve seen enough of your running. This ends now.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With listless boredom, Elisa stepped on Prince Fat’s back—her sharp heel pierced his spine, driving straight through his already-still heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hssss—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Cough!” Prince Fat spat a jet of black blood, gritting his teeth to turn his head—only to see a swirl of blood-tinged black mist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She wouldn’t even deign to show him her true face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I—I’m your… father!” Prince Fat didn’t understand. Why had it come to this?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Where had he gone wrong?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In response, only a cold, mocking laugh emerged from the black mist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hah! Father?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elisa sneered: “You really think forcing blood upon us makes us blood-bound?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Pathetic!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Prince Fat fell silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew well how poor his relationship was with the children he’d turned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, he didn’t beg—he spoke in a low, cursed tone: “You are guilty. You shall forever bear the sin of patricide, never… ”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before he finished, a slash of bloodlight severed his head—it rolled across the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sin?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Everyone is guilty—including me, including you… we all are.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If I’m guilty, let the gods punish me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only after Prince Fat’s head rolled several times did Herbert finally see Elisa’s face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beneath the full moon, the girl with silver hair and crimson eyes bathed in moonlight, her lips curled in a slightly mad smile, her blood-red cloak fluttering in the wind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But what left the deepest impression on him wasn’t anything else—it was her smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mad.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Delighted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was enjoying this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elisa sneered, spouting blasphemous words:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But they aren’t worthy!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No one has the right to punish me!!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1022,"2026-06-20T12:31:06.198Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","ee82b137f576aadcab1bc7d90427392b7dc9dd9054c1422a1f3fb4a9ac556ad7","an-improper-monster-girl-s-transformation-diary-chapter-62","an-improper-monster-girl-s-transformation-diary-chapter-60",453,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fan-improper-monster-girl-s-transformation-diary-cover.jpg"]