Diary of Guarding Monster Girls

Chapter 901 - 447: The Blood Moon Goddess and Half a Prophecy

Herbert’s thought is the so-called — my fate is determined by myself, not by the heavens.

Although this phrase sounds quite naïve due to its use in various clichés, it’s actually not wrong in itself.

The only things that truly belong to you are those you have in your own hands.

"..."

The Blood Moon Goddess gazed intently at the boy in front of her, not asking whether Herb would regret it but directly starting to recount the half-remaining prophecy.

She said:

"[... After fulfilling all your wishes, you will die.]"

Herbert listened, furrowing his brow, nodding slowly as he waited for what would come next.

Die?

What a terrible turn of events.

But after waiting a while, the follow-up didn’t arrive.

Hmm?

"Is that it?"

"That’s it."

Herbert: ?

No, how about the next part?

The rest? The upcoming Chapter?

Ending it here, is that it?

Wait... does that mean that’s really it?

"Huh? Just that simple?"

"Just that simple!"

The Blood Moon Goddess looked at this boy, who didn’t care about his "death ending" and felt this reaction was rather dull, not interesting at all.

So, she couldn’t smile anymore, and said sourly, "It’s just a prophecy, only half of one at that, how complicated do you want it?"

Herbert sniffed, quietly turning his gaze away.

Rating it as— is that it?

Herbert thought it would be "you will die at the hands/in the embrace/mouth of a Monster Girl..." such a tragic ending!

Turns out, it’s just an ordinary death?

A bit boring!

"Mortal, do you not fear death?"

The Divine was baffled, thinking Herbert wasn’t the typical Paladin willing to sacrifice himself for his desires.

On him, one could smell desire, sense his ambition.

Would someone like that really accept his death peacefully?

"I’m afraid."

Herbert faced his inner frailty and said softly, "If possible, no one would want to give up their life, and I’m no different."

"But, some things are always above others."

He spoke with a calm certainty that even made him feel creepy:

"If it truly comes to the point where only by my sacrifice could it be realized, I might choose to become that necessary sacrifice."

It is said that every mature person has a martyr tendency in their bones.

Under the influence of long history, this nation, regardless of age or gender, has been waiting all their lives for a chance to "die justly."

Killing one is a break-even, killing two is a bloody profit.

All men must die, either lighter than a feather or heavier than Mount Tai.

To hear the truth in the morning can make one die peacefully in the evening.

Waiting for the right moment to die for the country?

A man may not eat from a grand table in life, but could be cooked with such a table in death.

Ancestors above!

...

For the name in history, for the homeland, for ideals and beliefs...

Herbert thought of those heroes and righteous men who generously sacrificed themselves for the country and nation, and his eyes lowered.

He slowly shook his head, sighed slightly, and whispered, "But, perhaps now I am not yet at that level, as there are too many people and things I can’t let go of."

"The reason I remain so calm is actually because I’m considering one thing."

"One, quite interesting thing."

As he spoke, Herbert’s expression became quite subtle, he stared at the Goddess holding the authority of [prophecy], and slowly asked:

"You said, [After fulfilling all your wishes, you will die] is there another interpretation of this prophecy?"

"Can I also understand it as—"

"[Before my wishes are fulfilled, I will definitely not die]?"

Blood Moon Goddess: "...Hmm?"

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