Diary of Guarding Monster Girls

Chapter 972: Chapter 473: Demigod Squirrel and the Holy Tree

Herbert looked at the white squirrel, who had a serious expression on its face, and silently raised his guard, fearing that he might let out a kind aunt-like smile.

I definitely can’t laugh now!

Otherwise, I’ll get punched.

No, still can’t laugh, definitely need to hold it in!

But I must say, it’s really cute!

What to do?

Really want to keep one at home...

The great Holy Tree Guardian wouldn’t know that while it was "majestically" interrogating the other party, this guy wasn’t trembling in fear, but was instead thinking of how to deceive it into staying at home.

In front of Herbert, the white squirrel showed off its powerful demeanor, and seeing his tense, "awed" expression, it nodded in satisfaction and chuckled lightly:

"Don’t even think about deceiving the great Holy Tree Guardian! Otherwise, I’ll make you regret it!"

"Well then, tell me, why are you here?"

I’ve always looked good.

Herbert muttered in his heart, and then caught the key information in the white squirrel’s words.

So, this constantly moving large tree was referred to as the Holy Tree?

Herbert thought it over, saw no need to hide his purpose and pointed towards the tree.

"Because of it."

"My territory is on its path of progress."

Before the squirrel could ask further, Herbert briefly explained the current situation to it, then looked into its eyes and said in a deep voice:

"Lord Holy Tree Guardian, I may not know what your duties are, but they surely include safeguarding the Holy Tree’s security, right?"

"Uh... yes, yes?" The white squirrel was hesitant about this question, unsure whether it should admit it.

Although it always referred to itself as the "Guardian", it was actually a self-designated title born out of boredom.

Whether the Holy Tree needed its protection was still an unknown.

Over the years, no one had actually hurt the Holy Tree, so what its reaction would be when injured was still unclear.

"You are the guardian of the Holy Tree, while I am the guardian of the populace."

Herbert said seriously, "As a lord, my duty is to protect the safety of my people and eliminate all factors that threaten their well-being."

"Since the Holy Tree is approaching my territory, I had to come over to check the situation."

"For them, even if aware of potential dangers, I came here."

Herbert spoke sincerely, full of emotion.

This not only expressed his concerns but also cleared himself of any suspicions.

Then, without giving the white squirrel a chance to react, Herbert proposed a request, asking if it could help stop the tree.

"Since your task as a guardian is to protect the Holy Tree, could you ensure it stays in a safer place?"

"If it keeps advancing, our territory might suffer destructive damage, which would endanger my people."

Despite his seemingly humble words, they were actually a strategy to advance by retreat, silently conveying a sense of dissatisfaction.

—Friend, can you handle the mess you caused? Can you not create trouble for me?

The white squirrel evidently struggled with such complex rhetoric, bewildered by Herbert’s words, bobbing its small head up and down.

Although it possessed enough astonishing power to "open the heavens with a single effort," it was still someone who reasoned.

After listening to Herbert’s story, it felt somewhat embarrassed, realizing maybe it was being a bit unreasonable.

"Well, uh, but I can’t do anything about that either."

It scratched its head awkwardly, blinking continuously and said in embarrassment, "Where it wants to go, I can’t stop it... cough cough."

Though it was an inhabitant of the Holy Tree and its nominal guardian, it was actually dispensable to the Holy Tree.

It couldn’t make it change direction or stop, nor could it actually communicate with the Holy Tree.

The Holy Tree had a will, but it was weak and slow to think, rarely initiating contact.

The only response the white squirrel had ever received from the Holy Tree in all these years was its consent to let it reside on the tree—three hundred years after living there.

This was truly awkward for the white squirrel.

But could it say that?

Absolutely not!

If it were to admit that, what face would it have left as the Great Holy Tree Guardian?

The white squirrel scratched its head awkwardly, wishing it could jump back into the canopy to hide.

So embarrassing!

"Uh, well, um, hmm..."

Whoosh!

After hesitating for a moment, it suddenly leaped up the tree, its fluffy tail swaying in the wind.

Having jumped back onto the tree, it didn’t truly bury its head and play dead, but instead kicked down two half-dead giant pythons from the tree.

High atop the tree, the white squirrel poked its small head out and shouted loudly, "Take them with you! Consider it my apology for attacking you earlier!"

"As for the rest, uh, give me some time to think of a solution!"

It had already made up its mind: after Herbert departs, it would try to communicate with the Holy Tree, even if it meant making a scene.

It couldn’t wait for Herbert to vanish.

Just leave already!

While you’re here, I can’t approach it!

"Uh..."

Herbert wasn’t aware of the nuances, he looked down at the two unconscious legendary giant pythons, his mouth twitching slightly.

This guy is actually quite generous.

You really are a good person.