Diary of Guarding Monster Girls

Chapter 985: Chapter 479: Fish Eat People, Dragons Eat Rice

Fremay actually rarely acts spoiled.

Every Monster Girl in the Third Commandment Hall actually has her own personality.

Some people’s love burns as fiercely as fire, some people’s love is sneaky, some people’s love is not suitable for children, some people’s love is silent...

Unlike a certain extremely hungry Dragon Lady who has already learned to be coquettish to pass the time, Miss Mermaid has always been more reserved.

Or rather, she knows how to leverage her own advantages, but never uses them.

Even if, Fremay truly hopes that Herbert can always stay by her side, preferably never parting.

But every time Herbert has to journey afar, she’s the first to support him.

She never needs Herbert to spend time and effort to coax her, she convinces herself, seeing him off as he leaves.

She never forces him to stay by her side, understandingly supporting him, becoming the most steadfast support.

In Herbert’s eyes, Miss Mermaid is somewhat too understanding.

He understands the reason—Fremay has always been demanding herself to be sensible.

Because, since Herbert has become the perfect hero in Fremay’s heart, then she herself must become the perfect waiter.

In many stories, besides the protagonist [Hero] who overcomes obstacles along the way, many times there will be a [Waiter] who appears at the beginning of the story and awaits his return at the end.

And these waiters, in the vast majority of times, are women.

Perhaps a Witch who grants the protagonist blessings and curses, a shadow that disappears together at the end of the story.

Perhaps a Princess taken away by an evil dragon, amid a grand celebration blessed by everyone.

Perhaps a village girl from the same village, after all the prosperity ends, in the peaceful smoke rising in the small mountain village.

Or perhaps, an innocent one sacrificed in the first act, with a bouquet placed on a gravestone at the end of the story.

No matter who they are, what their identity is, or what kind of past they have, they all share a common trait.

They are secondary characters, silently waiting outside the story for the hero, silent ones.

They can be the reason the hero gives up everything, but they won’t become a burden when the hero is out fighting.

In the stories, it’s like this, so I shall be like this.

But...

Herbert thinks this is wrong.

Fremay misunderstood.

Indeed, in those epic stories, these women waiting for the hero’s return are all perfect.

They don’t cry, they don’t cause trouble, they aren’t capricious.

But that’s not who they truly are, just a silhouette left in others’ stories.

Yes, their love is silent.

But that’s because they are inherently silent, unable to speak for themselves.

Those "waiters" are merely symbols under the creator’s pen, propelling the plot forward.

But in reality, they are actually living individuals.

The Witch in the forest would laugh at the little ghost who stumbled into her woods unknowingly, and draw symbols on his face with herbs, scaring him, saying it’s the Witch’s curse.

The Princess taken by the evil dragon would also feel sorry for the frozen little beggar by the roadside, leaving her clothes for him to keep warm.

The village girl from the village would also weave flower wreaths for the boy from the same village, holding his hand and napping on the high haystack.

Even the young girl who exited early once made a promise to marry the neighbor’s younger brother when they grew up.

They have truly lived.

Unlike the fixed, single images from bards’ tales.

They would cry, would laugh, would cause trouble.

They would hesitate, despair, and collapse.

They would also...believe in their hero when everyone else gave up.

Those perfect symbols are them, this point is not false.

But they are not merely those symbols.

Herbert tightly embraced Fremay, gently touched her wind chime earrings with his nose, then softly whispered in her ear:

"Fremay, there’s no need to criticize yourself with perfect shadows from others’ tales."

"It’s too exhausting, I don’t want you to be so worn out."

He felt the slight tremor of confusion from the person in his arms, gently lowering his gaze, he continued: "The you disguised in that way is too unreal, I don’t want you to forget your true thoughts."

"Cry out loud when you want to cry, laugh freely when you want to laugh, when you want me to stay by your side... just tell me directly."

Fremay is too understanding.

She never complains about you not coming to her, only blames herself.

Blames herself for being too greedy, blames herself for being too immature.

This is good, one could say it’s the perfect partner many people expect.

But if possible, Herbert hopes Fremay never thinks that way.

Because in this way... it could be just too lonely.

Given their relationship, she certainly can feel dissatisfied, and openly express her unhappiness.

Even if she has thoughts, it’s very normal.

There’s nothing to hide, as they are her true feelings.

The saying "children who cry get candy" holds some truth.

If you don’t even cry, simply hoping others notice your inner grievances, it might be a little challenging.

Not everyone has Herbert’s keen eye and "empathy."

But even he can’t always watch over everyone and be comprehensive.

"I can notice your emotions, but I am human too, I can’t say I haven’t missed anything."

Herbert sighed helplessly: "Of course, if you pretend nothing happened, this thing could indeed pass like that."