What should I do if the hero is resurrected in the Monster Girl Encyclopedia?

Chapter 10 Priest
Now that things have come to this, the succubus's words can no longer be regarded as mere nonsense. After all, there are living examples right in front of her, who are not tempted by human flesh and blood, nor do they feel any hostility.

He certainly didn't completely believe that overly fantastical claim. The Demon King was indeed powerful, but altering the rules of the world was still beyond Mirad's imagination. Faced with such an existence, how could humanity possibly achieve victory...?
Mirad knew that once the seed of doubt was planted, it was unlikely to be eradicated. He would inevitably encounter more situations that challenged his common sense and reason in the future, so it was not too late to start preparing himself mentally.

Seeing that his wrist was indeed unharmed, Rocky finally breathed a sigh of relief and began to recount in detail his encounter with the Celtic.

The story is actually quite simple. Their meeting stemmed from an accident. While retrieving a shrimp trap from the river, Rocky accidentally fell into the water and was rescued by a lost Kelpie. The two hit it off and often met secretly at night.

"I initially thought the water here was too small, but now it seems pretty good. At least I can go on dates with Rocky every day~"

Under the moonlight, the fish tail, shimmering like mother-of-pearl, brushed against Rocky's arm, only to be stopped quietly by the shy boy.

"How did you get lost? As a member of the Kyle faction, how could you not remember the characteristics of a water-based system?"

Given that Visegrain is located deep inland and in a remote area, it is unlikely that there would be a large population of the Kelpie. Even considering only the nearest swamp by waterway, it would still be several months' journey from Walter Territory.

"I don't know! I heard that some kind of agricultural expo was going to be held in the big city... I thought there would be a lot of people going, so I would definitely find my ideal partner! So I swam towards the big city, and when I came to my senses, I was already here!"

Agricultural Expo, an unfamiliar term… Rocky, standing nearby, was equally baffled; it seemed he couldn't be expected to answer. He'd have to ask Vinsenna and Clayton tomorrow.

"Does the great city refer to Elcia?"

"Elcia... I think that's the name? Anyway, I told my little sister that they invited celebrities from all over the continent! Even that country called Lei something sent a hero!"

An agricultural expo held in the capital. As the name suggests, it's an exhibition promoting new agricultural products... Thinking of the teleportation array that Hiolitta mentioned in Elcia, it seems there's another reason to go to Elcia.

"One last question. What are your plans for the future?"

They couldn't possibly meet like this every night; even Milad, who was just strolling around to clear his head, could stumble upon the lovers' intimate moments, not to mention others.

"As for children, I want three! One to take over the Rocky family's mill, one to push the waterwheel every day, and the last one I want to teach her how to catch fish!"

She actually started counting on her fingers, while Rocky clearly thought much more deeply. He paused for a moment before giving his answer.
“I…I’ve saved some money and want to leave here. Elgi told me a lot about the outside world, and I want to see with my own eyes the other sky she once saw in the water.”

Okay, I've thought of more, but it's clearly not enough.

"Oh dear—then the children at the mill and waterwheel will be out of work! How awful! Let's just teach them all to catch fish..."

Naïve, immature, impulsive, willing to abandon their old life for love, seemingly prepared but actually without any plan.

Ignoring race, their essence is no different from that of teenage couples planning to elope, and they are also very similar to the naive, bloodless new heroes in his memory.

But the light in their eyes was so pure, as if nothing in the world could stop them from loving each other as long as they were together.

The words I wanted to say were on the tip of my tongue, but I swallowed them back down.

In the end, all that was left was a dry "I wish you all the best."

"And what about you, Priest? You've offended that petty priest; he certainly won't allow you to stay here..."

"I won't stay here long. I'll leave tomorrow... or the day after."

He had only stayed there out of curiosity about the new crop, but now that he knew there was a much larger "exhibition" in the capital, Elcia, he naturally wouldn't stay long. Mirad stood up, his questions and confusion not lessened but rather increased compared to when he left the stone house. Yet, his mood was unexpectedly much lighter, perhaps influenced by the youth's reckless love.

He chuckled self-deprecatingly, then pulled a clump of mud from the pond beneath his feet. The sticky silt swirled in his hand, gradually transforming from an amorphous fluid into a solid. Worm-like grooves spread across it, and one could vaguely discern the flow of magic within.

The product is obtained by purifying and refining the earth element in the silt as much as possible, then mixing it with his magic power and imprinting it with a simple magic circle.

"It's a little gadget, but it can sell for a good price. If you infuse it with magic, the delicate balance will be broken. After silently counting to three, you can throw it and turn the ground in front of you into mud... It should last for a month to ensure that the magic doesn't leak out. After that, it's just a craft item."

Rocky hurriedly caught the smooth amulet that Mirad tossed to him; he had never imagined things would escalate to this point.
"Um... could you please keep today's events a secret..."

"I only saw one simple and honest couple today."

"Thank you... thank you!"

"Thank you, uncle from the circus!"

Mirad paused in her steps... Did she really look that old?

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The local church is small, with only three deacons and one priest on staff. Their main job is to use holy magic to cure the residents' illnesses.

Without exception, they would spend their entire lives in this remote rural area, with absolutely no chance of promotion.

After finishing his evening prayers, the priest used a backache as an excuse to return to his room. Locking the door, he hunched over and wrote on a piece of paper by the dim candlelight. He glanced at the window every now and then; it was completely boarded up, not a single gap left. He had checked many times; the light couldn't escape, so everything was fine.

Dear old classmate… The ink smudged on the letter paper as he pursed his lips and pondered for a long time, until sweat dripped onto the paper as well. In the end, he threw the letter into the fire.

Let's rewrite it.

Your Excellency, the Highness.

I humbly request Your Excellency's consideration... He wrote down every word of today's events in the letter, from his sincere persuasion of the people with emotion and reason to being stopped by the strange wandering priest... He glanced at his masterpiece with satisfaction, thankfully not having completely forgotten the rhetoric he had learned in university.

He carefully took a small gold ring from the inside pocket of his robe and placed it over the end of the letter.

Soon, a blazing golden flame ignited from the mark, burning the letter completely without leaving a trace of ash. Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief and raise his hand to put the candle lid on.

As luck would have it, there was a knock on the door.

"Who? I told you my back hurts a bit and I need to rest early. We can talk tomorrow."

"It's me, fellow believer. I'd like to discuss some doctrines with you."

He was all too familiar with that voice; after all, he had just denounced the owner of that voice as a fraudulent swindler in his letter.

It's that wandering priest!
(End of this chapter)