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

Chapter 100 In the Bath

As Obola sank into the warm pool, the gentle current caressing her entire body, she let out a satisfied sigh.

The rising steam, like a flowing veil, enveloped the bath, swirling and ascending in the semi-open environment. The crimson moonlight, refracted by the vapor, gave the entire space a somewhat ambiguous feel.

She squinted slightly, tiny water droplets clinging to her curved ram horns. The black fur on her arms and calves was soaked through by the hot spring and clung to her skin. Even the small piece of black velvet was not spared, revealing a corner of the hidden gold.

Everything in Ebola's field of vision seemed to be separated by a layer of murky ice, not very pure and mixed with bubbles and impurities.

Not far away, the figures of Mirad and Hiolitta turned into two blurry blocks of color. Their voices, carried by the damp air, were low and indistinct, as if they were emerging from the bottom of a distant body of water.

Kieslfield seems to be having a good time with Siolitta.

The two children seemed to be in a pretty good mood; you could tell from their tone of voice.

Although they bicker and argue, they never really have any major conflicts.

Princess may not be good at much else, but she's certainly good at dragging people into her own world... As long as you become a silly little fool like her, you can temporarily forget your troubles and worries.

Even Obola couldn't deny this.

…Hopefully this will dilute some of the self-destructive malice in Kieslfield's heart.

However, now that she has his promise, she shouldn't be so easily driven down the path of self-destruction.

Eborah slid her body down a little further, letting the hot water cover her shoulders and reach her chin.

It looks like they'll chat for a while longer.

The Dragon Prince... Logan and Orpheus.

That arrogant little reptile, despite her considerable strength, was the first to die, and even her death was comical. She only managed to open the false king's demon realm at the very end... which is consistent with her usual disdain for others.

Once she climbs out of the grave, I'm going to make a good laugh at her...

Weariness washed over her along with the warm current, and her little head bobbed up and down, her mouth almost touching the water each time.

Crash, crash.

That's the sound of water splashing... What is that? Is Princess tired of making a fuss and wants to take a bath too? I hope she doesn't bother me...

No, this taste...

Ebola opened her eyes instantly, all her drowsiness vanishing.

She looked at the figure at the other end of the bath, and at the earthen wall that separated the bath from the room, which had been raised at some point.

Even amidst the curtain of white mist, that golden hair still shone brightly.

…This was a miscalculation.

Mirad, who should have been relieving his fatigue in the warm spring water, was now stiff all over, because he had just discovered that he wasn't the only one in the bath.

Unexpectedly, Obola was sitting in the bathtub.

It wasn't until I took off my clothes and half-lay in the pool that I realized the dark thing on the other end wasn't a sculpture but Baphomet's head.

How could my senses be so dull? Is that incense burner really that powerful?

Although her head did feel dizzy after smelling its smoke... in the tomb, when Siolitta kissed her forcefully, the erotic images that had floated through her mind began to resurface.

Fortunately, the pool water and hot mist provide some cover, so it shouldn't be too obvious...

But if he stood up and left, Baphomet might be able to see everything clearly from his perspective.

...Everything else is fine. He really didn't want to be known as a potential follower of the Sabas Cult. If he were, not only would the Supreme God look down on him, but even his staunch friend Logan, who would always stand by him, would probably look at him with disdain.

Therefore... he absolutely cannot be the first to get up.

…We must at least hold out here until Obola slinks out of the water in disgrace.

  Calm down, Obola.

Baphomet buried half her face in the bathtub, hoping to clear her head, but to her despair, she discovered that the scent of someone's magic had spread from the source to her surroundings along with the water.

The taste, diluted countless times by the pool water, was like dangling a top-quality ham in front of a starving person... It no longer satisfied her; instead, it made her want more.

Calm down, Obola.

Bubbling and popping, bubbles burst on the surface of the water.

Think about the reasons you could give if he grabbed you by the corner of the tub or lifted you up by the neck.

Cretia used to have mixed-gender bathhouses where people could talk without any reservations... although later it became increasingly chaotic, even with the infiltration of monsters... to the point that it was explicitly banned by the Church of the Main God.

But since it happened and existed, it can be used as an excuse.

...As long as there is an excuse, one can fill the small gaps in one's heart where emotions are constantly overflowing, and find a rationale for actions that have nothing to do with atonement.

Even if the excuse is absurd and baseless, she can still find a place to stand on the duckweed.

A ridiculous way of living. But she could only find a moment of respite when she was deceiving herself.

Her full legs were together and relaxed.

Yes.

Mixed bathing is perfectly normal, and chatting for a while during a relaxing bath is perfectly reasonable.

It must be so, it must be so, it should be so.

“Cough… Mirad.”

The excuse is ready, and the reason is also there.

but.

What were we supposed to talk about?

“Cough… Mirad.”

The sound came from the other side.

Mirad, who had been trying to stay calm by contemplating the deaths of the Demon Kings' heirs, looked up and finally confirmed that what he had heard was not a hallucination. The wet sound was indeed coming from Obora's throat not far away and entering his ears.

"……do what?"

After a moment's hesitation, Mirad took over the conversation.

Based on his understanding of Baphomet, he knew that the conversation at this time wouldn't be about trivial matters.

Listening to it, even if it's just a little, might calm that thing down.

Obora's voice pierced through the white steam, but it also became somewhat distorted as a result. "After saving Cretia and witnessing and changing Rescadeye with Kissfield, what else will you do? Her Highness the Princess told me about the contract she signed with you... Only that little girl could come up with something as unenforceable as a verbal agreement. For you, there are countless ways to avoid fulfilling the contents of the contract without breaking it. Anyway, you know now that even without the contract, Her Highness the Princess wouldn't harm the girls in the monastery."

“As Baphomet, you have a very accurate eye for people. This era does make me feel a bit weary... but don’t worry, I will wait until you have atoned your sins before giving you the final judgment.”

Mirad looked up at the crimson moon hanging in the sky. Its radiance had seemed a little dazzling when she first saw it, but she was starting to get used to it... but it was still not the ordinary moon that Mirad liked.

After the verdict is delivered, what happens next...?
Obora didn't ask.

Not only because she knew the answer perfectly well, but also because...

A small hand mirror flew over the stone wall, spinning and soaring above the bathtub.

"How can you possibly get a clear picture if you keep spinning like that, you stupid little nun with a head full of filth—"

"I already told you to call me 'sister' in public! Don't reveal my identity so easily!"

(End of this chapter)