Diary of Guarding Monster Girls

Chapter 911: Chapter 452: Lord Herbert Will Definitely Do That!!! (Super Loud)

Lord Herbert will definitely do this.

Yes.

He will definitely extend a helping hand to these people.

Cyril was unwavering in this belief.

If it were Lord Herbert, he would surely help them!

This conviction was baseless, yet extremely firm.

Hmm?

Kathy was taken aback by Cyril’s aura, blinked, and uncertainly asked, "Uh... Uncle, are you serious?"

"Serious!!!"

"Hiss..."

Perhaps Cyril’s attitude was too resolute, it made Kathy, who had little hope in him, raise her eyebrows.

Maybe, try to believe a little?

Moreover, when Cyril mentioned the unfamiliar name "Herbert," she vaguely felt a cosmic resonance.

As if, just like what the clan leader grandfather once told her, she felt a nudge of destiny.

It seemed like the person Cyril spoke of was indeed intricately linked to the destiny of their Beast Ear Clan.

Maybe, could he really be the long-awaited "one" the clan was expecting?

Kathy subconsciously felt a bit of anticipation but soon regained her composure.

No.

Can’t be so careless.

This was just Cyril’s word, one can’t blindly trust it.

Moreover, in the clan’s past, they had met such "person related to the clan’s destiny," but none brought the expected future to the clan.

Instead, in those moments of expectation, the clan’s situation plunged deeper into the Abyss.

Especially that one time ten years ago, it almost pushed the entire clan into a point of no return. It was her mother who stepped forward and sacrificed herself to barely pull back the fate of the clan.

They, the shamans, could only faintly sense the gift of destiny, yet couldn’t discern whether the gift was good or bad.

Kathy pressed her lips together, frowned, seeming somewhat hesitant, but finally sighed under her father’s gaze, choosing not to utter harsh words.

She paused and said reluctantly, "Uncle, even if everything you said is true, and that Lord ’Herbert’ has such qualifications, really as you say, blessed by destiny..."

"But, we don’t know him, and he doesn’t know us, we have no connection, why would he help us?"

"Can you make a decision on his behalf?"

Kathy’s concern was very reasonable, why would he help without any ties?

But Cyril’s response was loud and firm.

"I cannot!"

Kathy: ?

"Then you..."

"But I believe, as a model Paladin, Lord Herbert would never abandon you to death!"

Cyril’s eyes were steadfast as he spoke with confidence: "He will absolutely not ignore innocent weaklings!"

"Absolutely not!"

Kathy hesitated, raised her hand and said: "Uh, that’s..."

"Absolutely not!!!"

"I mean..."

"Absolutely——not——."

Pop!

Kathy clapped her hands forcefully, interrupting Cyril’s fervent shouts, exclaiming in exasperation, "Alright, alright! Stop for a moment! I get it, okay!"

"I don’t know what’s so important about him to you, you suddenly act like a different person, geez... sigh!"

The girl rolled her eyes and said helplessly:

"Since you insist so much, then you stay here."

"I don’t care, I’ve already warned you, whatever happens after this has nothing to do with me!"

After speaking, the girl jumped off her father’s shoulders, gracefully flipped in mid-air and landed silently.

Then she lifted her leg and kicked toward her father’s calf.

Swoosh—pop!

As she kicked, she grumbled unhappily, "Laugh, laugh, laugh! All you know is laughing! Not only do you not speak for me, but you also block me! Making me the only bad guy!"

To his daughter’s complaints, the old father could only scratch his head, showing an awkward smile.

"Hmph!"

Brook watched his daughter’s angry disappearing back, turned around and nodded to Cyril, then walked alone into the darker parts of the forest.

"..."

The clan’s Guard Captain walked silently, the smile on his face gradually fading away.

Unlike his daughter, who closed her heart after just one disappointment, refusing to trust outsiders.

Brook, though experiencing more betrayals, has not given up on trusting others.

Besides, compared to the potential "crisis or opportunity" that may exist in the future, he is more concerned now with another matter—an imminent crisis!

The silent cat-eared strong man narrowed his eyes, hiding the slit pupils to not let his daughter detect his current anger.

Those dangerous slave merchants had been hovering around the Forgotten Forest’s outskirts for some time, they were close to finding the clan camp’s exact location!

There is a traitor within the clan.

Someone is sending out information, trying to lead those people over here!

And after today’s test, he could rule out Cyril’s involvement.

So, the real traitor... is hidden within their clan.

Who could it be?

The clan has already reached such a low point, with no value left to exploit, who would still sell out their people?

Could it be someone who left the tribe, seeking "freedom" voluntarily?

Or someone unfortunate enough to be captured and selling out the clan for survival?

"..."

Or maybe...

Brook squinted, suddenly raised his head, gazed at the surrounding trees and vegetation, complex emotions flashing in his eyes.

In the night, Brook lifted his head, staring silently at the bright moon above.

He stood firm and quiet like a tower in the night shadow.

As the night breeze blew by, his figure disappeared.

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Outskirts of the Forgotten Forest.

A group of dangerous individuals stopped their advance, starting to camp by the water.