Diary of Guarding Monster Girls

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Forget.

Has the Sun Pope really forgotten all about the past as he claimed?

"..."

Herbert glanced around the place he was currently at.

A leisurely afternoon where the sun was just right, and the breeze was gentle.

He looked at various places around the terrace, observing every detail on them, silently keeping to himself, without saying much.

Some things don't need to be said too thoroughly; doing so would be too uninteresting.

Everyone has the softest place in their hearts.

Perhaps it's a memory, perhaps a person, a thing, or possibly a flaw in a corner of the left atrium... cough.

There's no need to get to the bottom of things.

There's no need to have too keen an interest in the secrets of others.

If others are willing to confide in you, you naturally will know.

But if they are unwilling, any form of probing becomes an intrusion.

When facing the strong, you need to remain humble, cautious, and curb your curiosity.

Initially, Herbert just wanted to make a joke, to see the Sun Pope lose his composure and to break the ice for their conversation.

That's all, without any other thoughts.

Yet as his ability to make things up on the fly strengthened, the wild stories he casually told seemed to have some semblance of logic.

Even later, the ideas became clearer, making it seem that such developments weren't entirely impossible.

Well, after all, it's just wild stories.

Whether true or false, real or not, it doesn't matter; it's enough if it's wild.

Besides, it was clear the Sun Pope wasn't truly angry, at most just feeling speechless.

The Sun is utmost firm and masculine, with the stories passed down always being of His mighty and fierce deeds, not a trace of the "Sun Goddess."

Such fictitious tales with almost zero credibility likely wouldn't be believed by anyone, so the Sun Pope wasn't worried about Herbert spreading them.

Wild stories aren't the issue; the real question is... what to do now?

Since entering the Holy City, Nenasha had completely withdrawn, relying on her own strength to forcibly break free from this space seemed even more impossible.

The only method was to have the Sun Pope willingly let her go.

It could only be through wisdom, not force.

Herbert pondered for a moment, then looked up and gently asked the elder: "So... will you continue to watch this farce unfold?"

He didn't continue to evade, but instead brought the topic back to the earlier question—are you going to ignore their mistakes and watch them die?

So far in his life, Herbert had met two saints, the Archbishop and the Sun Pope.

Though both had shown kindness to Herbert, he could still perceive the differences between them.

The heart of the Sun Pope was evidently much colder than that of the Archbishop.

This seemingly amiable Pope was the kind of leader who plays the long game.

He truly regarded the death of a small fraction of followers as a necessary sacrifice.

All glory belongs to the Sun.

Everything done was to make the Church better, even if it required some acceptable costs.

Herbert didn't know whether this approach could be deemed wrong, but for him, he didn't like it.

No one knew if they would become part of those sacrificed one day.

He didn't like that feeling of being on edge.

Really didn't like it.

But disliking it doesn't mean one should question it.

Herbert didn't hold such status or position, nor did he have the right to say such words.

The most important quality for a young person is "self-awareness."

Firmly recognizing one's position, understanding where one's abilities originate from, not being blinded by immediate glory, nor giving up because of momentary difficulty.

When all is said and done, this was the Sun Church's own internal affairs, and he was an outsider without the right to intervene.

The opinions Herbert expressed were simply normal queries—if you intend to continue this way, how do you plan to proceed?

To be honest, he wasn't concerned with the future of others, he only wanted to figure out what would happen to himself next.

Can't keep me here forever, right?

I have a Hungry Dragon to feed back home!

Pope Ivansen chuckled and asked playfully: "So what do you think I should do? Issue orders to them, telling them what should or shouldn't be done?"

"Hmm, if possible, I think you should give them some guidance," Herbert nodded slightly.

Even without taking sides, Herbert still hoped this "war" would end soon, so he could return to the monastery sooner.

Whether you fight or kill, I don't care, just don't drag me into it!

Rather than wasting time here, anxiously guarding against any possible snoopers lurking in the shadows, he preferred returning to his happy home and building his little estate.

Let me go!

I want to go home!

The Sun Pope gazed at Herbert for a while, then suddenly asked: "So, you want to end this war?"

Hmm?

Herbert felt a bit puzzled by the Pope's question, but he still nodded gently.

"That's precisely why I am here."

He paused, then looked up into the elderly man's eyes, slowly saying: "Moreover, I feel that perhaps you are deceiving me, the real you doesn't truly seem to disregard them as you are presenting now."

Certain details indicated that the Sun Pope was actually quite nostalgic.

His heart was hard but not that cold.