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

A strange combination...

And their target is clearly the captain. They don’t come with good intentions.

No, I need to figure out who they really are. If there’s danger beyond expectations, then she—this invincible, peerless guardian—will have to stake her life to shield the variable.

Tiya looked at the one person and one dog in front of her, her heart stirring as she silently began to calculate their origins.

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Unlike her usual star-gazing divinations, this time she chose to use the [Great Derivation Technique].

Her teacher had once told her, “Derivation methods were not created for fortune-telling, but to show humanity the written patterns by which Heaven and Earth operate.”

In other words, the essence of the Great Derivation Technique was not to divine fortune or misfortune, but a profound art that comprehended the workings of the world through numerical ritual... therefore, this method of derivation would not alert the target the way astral divination would, even if the target’s rank far exceeded her own.

The so-called Great Derivation begins with one.

Split into two, hang one, count by fours, return the odd.

The next second, a thin line of blood overflowed from the corner of Tiya’s mouth. At the same time, the veil of the world was stripped away before her eyes, and the evolution and transformation of all things turned into numerical arrays that could be observed and interpreted.

[Knowing Fate]!

In an instant, she grasped the critical node of the girl’s destiny standing before her.

“Gold sunk to the seabed, hidden yet unseen; steel tempered a hundred times, its edge laid bare... How can two destinies exist within the same person at once? Is it the anomaly brought by that dog beside her?”

Moreover, although the girl before her was dressed in rags, her face clearly looked no older than twenty... yet the imprints her fate had carved into this world far exceeded twenty years.

Marla was an old monster who had lived for many years and already been fully tempered and honed. The kind who had lived even longer than her teacher!

Gulp.

Tiya swallowed. ƒrēewebnovel.com

“What’s wrong, little girl? If you’re the type to calculate my fate without my consent, I won’t be paying you,” the raggedly dressed girl said.

“Y-you... you noticed?!” Tiya was shocked, her heart tightening. No—this is bad! I have to inform the captain. There’s an old monster looking for her!

The ragged girl nodded, then asked curiously, “Can you tell me for free what you calculated?”

“I...”

Tiya’s eyes rolled. She decided that before the other party exposed her outright, she’d play along first.

After some thought, she said solemnly, “I saw your fate. A great vessel forms late and must be tempered; rigidity breaks easily, better paired with the nourishment of water.”

“Is that so?” The ragged girl smiled and extended her hand to Tiya. “Hello. My name is Marlam. I’m a martial monk. The white little dog is Pike, my partner. We’ve come from the Eastern Realms, seeking a girl named Vieya.”

“Ah...” Tiya let out a dazed sound. “I’m Tiya. The priest here.”

“A priest.” Marlam nodded thoughtfully. “Then what you just used should have been the Great Derivation Technique, right?”

“You... you know?” The corner of Tiya’s mouth twitched. She felt as if everything down to her underwear had been seen through.

“Of course I know.”

Marlam crossed her arms and looked at Tiya lazily.

“Thousands of years ago, our Eastern Continent also had a sage who came here—to the Western Continent—to seek the Great Derivation Art, in order to govern nations, pacify the people, and settle the mind. By coincidence, I happen to be that sage’s third-generation inheritor.”

“Third generation...” Tiya opened her mouth, then closed it again.

“Sigh. Since things have come to this, let’s eat first.” Marlam rubbed her stomach and looked at Tiya as she continued, “By rights, a priest who can access the Great Derivation Technique wouldn’t have a low status on this grassland...”

She left the rest unsaid, but Tiya already understood her intent—you should be rich and influential, right? Then can we mooch a meal?

“I suppose that’s possible...” Tiya pondered, then said, “Since you even know the Great Derivation Technique, I won’t hide it from you.”

“I’m actually the sole disciple of the previous High Grand Priest of the grasslands. But recently, the Western Great Lord’s soul returned to the High Heavens. Once his offspring were no longer restrained, they immediately began competing for the position of the next Great Lord. The struggle has been fiercer than anything seen in a hundred years. Not only did my teacher die in the succession conflict—I’m also being hunted down...”

“Huh? A pitiful soul being chased.” The white little dog widened his eyes, muttering dully without any sparkle. “So we can’t mooch a meal after all. But I really don’t want to eat grass and tree bark...”

“Eating grass and tree bark is also a form of cultivation. And you gained weight in prison—losing some won’t hurt.”

“Objection!”

“Denied.”

Marlam said flatly, clearly unmoved by ✧ NоvеIight ✧ (Original source) Tiya’s story. She paused, then continued,

“First help us find a place where we can eat for free. For your teacher’s sake, I can give you a hand.”

At the end, she added another sentence.

“Before I leave the Western Realm.”

...

The Elven Royal Court, Vilanors.

Here, green canopies covered everything. Billions of leaves rustled in the wind. Looking down from the sky, one could vaguely see elves moving in groups through the forest, lively and agile.

The fiery red great bird carried the slimes back to the royal court. With a “whoosh,” it folded its wings, reverted to human form, and hurried off to report the results of this operation to the Elven Queen.

Meanwhile, Vieya was accompanying Aislin to turn in the mission.

“I’m really sorry. I only wanted to invite you to the Elven Royal Court for a proper vacation, to experience our Star Dew Festival. But now I’ve ended up dragging you around with me, busy from one thing to the next.”

“It’s fine. I already promised the Elven Queen that I’d help you ascend the throne in exchange for the chance to enter the World Tree. Anyway, until then, use me however you like.”

“Is that so? Then... after you complete your own goal, what do you plan to do?”

What do I plan to do after reviving Flaviel?

Vieya suddenly froze. She realized she had never really thought that far ahead.

So many years had passed. Life, mindset, new interpersonal and social relationships—she had gradually grown used to all of it, existing in a quantum superposition of giving up and stirring trouble.

If Flaviel were truly revived, with her memories, power, and status all restored, becoming a complete Demon King... honestly, Vieya didn’t know how the two of them could still get along. Their relationship would definitely never return to what it once was.

Flaviel was actually a very proud dragon. In the past, after arguments, she would always come to make up in her loli form... because that period was when her dependence on and favoritism toward Vieya were deepest—or perhaps the purest stage, least mixed with other emotions and calculations.

Flaviel was different in every era. Vieya had noticed that long ago.

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Seeing the slime fall into a long silence, Aislin suddenly felt she might have asked something she shouldn’t have. She hurriedly changed the subject.

“This mission wasn’t completed perfectly, but at least we confirmed that the monster attacking the elves’ travel routes is already dead... We should still be able to get some merit out of it.”

“After we turn in the mission, I’ll take you to try some food that our elves only make during the Star Dew Festival, alright? Mm, we can bring Jasmine along too.”

“Special food?”

“Yes. Just like humans—on important festivals they eat dumplings, mooncakes, and so on... we elves have our own too. If you miss this chance, you’ll have to wait another ten years.”

Aislin said softly.