The Hero Who Became a Monster Girl Will Never Fall to Evil

Mount Aisa.

Deep within the Monster Forest, faint, ghostlike roars echoed through the night air. freewёbnoνel.com

From above, the town looked like an ancient ruin abandoned long ago — wild grass growing everywhere, as if a dead giant lay quietly in the heart of the forest.

“Rakaide, work with me! Draw that tin can’s aggro!” Menesis’s voice rang out in the night sky.

“What the hell are you planning now? This isn’t the time to mess around — this thing’s tough as hell! Even my Weak Point Strike only leaves a dent less than three millimeters deep in its joints!” Rakaide stepped forward, fighting it in close quarters like a seasoned martial artist. Each time he avoided a fatal slash, he countered and struck precisely at the armor’s weakest joints.

“I’d like to think this tin can’s an undead-type creature — even if it’s being controlled by the First Hero’s lingering soul. But no Hero in history has ever been resurrected through undead means after dying!” said Menesis. “There must be some reason it’s alive again — something humans have never recorded! Just like in myth, every chaos starts from some damned source. So before we run out of stamina, we have to find its weakness.”

“Listening to you talk, this thing sounds like it came straight out of a myth!” Rakaide shouted. “Damn it, I wonder if we’ll even get hazard pay for this job!”

“Money, that thing you can’t take with you when you’re born or when you die — why be so obsessed?!”

Menesis ran lightly, her small frame darting easily into cover. “Money’s a demon. It seduces you with a beautiful body, then drains you dry before you know it!”

“Haha! You might be a loner, but I have a family!”

Rakaide slammed his fist forward. The Hero Armor staggered back several steps. His fist was trembling and bleeding, but he laughed heartily. “I’ve got a family, I’ve got responsibilities! What a tragedy — before a life-and-death fight, my partner turns out to be someone who can’t even understand that!”

“Sorry for interrupting your colorful life exchange.”

Vieya stood off to the side, watching her former armor not even glance her way — not a shred of attention left for her.

How could it ignore her like this...

Feeling offended, Vieya fumed. “Are you sure you don’t need my help?”

“Huh? Vieya, you’re still standing there? I thought the big tin can scared you off already!” Menesis exclaimed.

“That joke wasn’t funny,” said Vieya flatly.

“Not funny? Then cast one of those invigorating and stamina-boosting enhancement spells your Church is so proud of!” Menesis shot back.

“I... don’t know that one,” Vieya said, shaking her head.

“Miss Cleric, don’t joke around with Menesis. We’ve actually been waiting for your enhancement magic...” Rakaide added. “For quite a while.”

“Uh... well...” Vieya said awkwardly, “...I wasn’t joking.”

Rakaide: “......”

“......”

“Enhancement magic isn’t standard issue for your Church? I thought the first thing every cleric learns is that prayer for recovery and strengthening!” Menesis had never been this flustered before; her small face turned bright red.

She had led armies in monster purges and cooperated countless times with clerics.

Even the weakest ones knew the Church’s unique blessings. The stronger clerics were full-fledged support kings — healing, damage buffs, and debuff removal all at once. fгeewebnovёl.com

That’s why every cleric was treated like a treasure by front-line soldiers who danced on the knife’s edge.

“From your tone, it sounds like you’re about to bite me...” Vieya said, her guilt growing.

“Bite you?” Menesis gritted her teeth. “If it were the old me, I’d have strung you up in front of the entire battalion and flogged you!”

Boom!

Rakaide ducked under the Hero Armor’s downward slash, but the force alone sent him rolling across the ground.

Menesis stopped arguing with Vieya, leaping from cover and pulling the Armor’s aggro toward herself, giving Rakaide a moment to breathe and recover.

“Then, Miss Cleric, please go back to the altar hall and check if the mural or the Demon King’s statue has changed!” Menesis shouted.

See that?

Not even calling her by name anymore — just “Miss Cleric.”

The slime girl sighed pitifully, gave them one last look, and turned to follow Menesis’s orders.

“You really don’t plan to help them? They paid you, after all... hehe...” Flaviel’s soft voice came from behind her.

“The armor’s moving — don’t tell me that has nothing {N•o•v•e•l•i•g•h•t} to do with you?”

Vieya turned around, looking at the golden phantom that appeared behind her. “I feel like you’ve become someone I barely recognize.”

“Mmm... You’re always so perceptive at times like this,” Flaviel said with a gentle smile, her voice sweet and calm. “You should know — even though my personality shifts slightly from era to era, they’re all still me.”

“Just like how a single tree, through different years, sees, experiences, and understands different things — but it’s still the same tree.”

“Then that time in the well... which ‘you’ was that?” Vieya asked curiously, but immediately realized something was off — Flaviel had said that state was caused by the lingering power here.

And lingering power... was that not the ‘resentment’ left before death?

For the two of them, that time had been anything but beautiful — suffocating despair, nothing more.

Vieya fell silent.

“Did you like that version of me?” Flaviel asked softly.

Vieya shook her head. “No... that version bites hard, and it hurts.”

For no reason, she suddenly felt like a schoolgirl tattling to a teacher after being bullied by a classmate.

“I see...”

Flaviel’s voice dropped low.

Silence followed. Neither of them spoke first, waiting for the other to break it. But in the end, neither did.

Vieya found it strange — as if overnight, they had gone from inseparable lovers who could talk about anything, to an awkward couple in a long cold war.

Could it be that they’d never go back to that fiery, passionate bond again?

On the other side—

Menesis wiped the sweat from her forehead, her flat chest heaving as dust clung to her face.

“It’s been too long since I moved like this... my stamina’s gone downhill...”

With a shallow sigh, she raised her head and shouted toward Rakaide, who had taken the Armor’s fire. “You keep the cat-and-mouse game going here! I’m still worried about that unreliable Vieya — I’ll go check on her.”

“Got it!”

Rakaide’s arms were badly swollen and flushed from repeated blocks, but he grinned toward her.

“If I die, make sure the captain gives my wife and daughter ten times the death compensation!”