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

Chapter 102 Uninvited
"Ugh...you even have red marks on my stomach...you two are so, so cruel..."

The tear stains hadn't faded yet, and Hiolitta's eyes were still brimming with tears.

Covering her swollen, red bottom, Hiolitta lifted the hem of her skirt to examine the red welts on her stomach from being shoved by a knee. They were evenly distributed... Lilim's deliberate writhing during the punishment played a significant role in that.

Kieslfield's communications have ended.

Because of the distance, her status as an accomplice, and her first offense, Mirad only gave her a verbal lecture before hanging up the mirror communication.

"Damn it, this is completely unfair... Lord Mirad, if you want to punish that hot female hero, I have nine ways! Nine ways! For example, I could open a transfer magic circle and send only the part to be punished; or I could use the magic transfer properties of the Reflection Mirror to transport your magic power there..."

"...I remember Your Highness, you initially said that the punishment would only extend to you alone."

Obora's hands were also a little numb, but she felt no remorse.

Trusted by Mirad to the point that she could take on his punishments... feeling the exhilaration and ease that came from this insignificant trust, she was radiant, and even the horns on her head looked smoother!
"I regretted it halfway through the beating! And shut up, you old hag and Lord Mirad's lackey... What reward did Lord Mirad give you to make you willingly beat up your own dear student, waah waah waah...!"

Looking at Hiolitta, who was faking her tears, Mirad found it hard to be sure if the punishment would be effective.

Well... at least the embarrassing screams she made when she was being beaten were real, that much is certain.

"In short... next time you cross the line I set without permission, the punishment won't be so simple."

Siolitta is very powerful, at least stronger than those two demon kings.

But the fact that she was willing to lie prone on Mirard's lap and take a beating... was largely because Siolitta was a clever monster. She knew that a certain degree of vulnerability could replenish some of her trust and also alleviate some of Mirard's anger, allowing the fragile relationship between humans and demons to continue.

It's practically a ferocious beast that willingly hands its collar to its trainer.

And it was the kind where they pulled out their own teeth and claws.

While letting out a soft groan of pain, Hiolitta touched her buttocks, and placed her other hand on her lower abdomen. Despite the pain, she couldn't help but stroke it.

It seems like they're still immersed in it.

...Does this guy really think that much?
Mirad squinted.

"You'll be eating standing up and sleeping prone for the next few days."

"Huh? I'm not allowed to use healing magic? Why is that—"

"Debrief the situation."

The cold instructions, transmitted through communication magic, were clearly heard by each team member.

High in the sky, a strong wind howled, making it almost impossible for people to open their eyes.

A heroic figure stood steadily above the strange, suspended metal object, like a sculpture. His light green high ponytail fluttered wildly in the wind, and the giant bow on his back was wrapped with immortal tree branches.

From her vantage point overlooking the land, the vast expanse of earth unfolds before her eyes.

The landmass that had shifted abnormally and then bulged due to the collision was extremely conspicuous... because it sat right on the border. And opposite was the Demon Realm, completely shrouded in the magical power of monsters, a realm so impenetrable even by detection magic.

That scar is etched into the earth, a mark left after the battle between the saint and the demon king. Even from the remaining image, one can imagine the earth-shattering nature of that battle.

Her gaze shifted slightly, landing on the silhouette of the city shrouded in the demon realm in the distance. Her brows furrowed almost imperceptibly, and she clicked her tongue inwardly.

That city was named after him, but now it has degenerated into a den of iniquity... and it is also a key target that this mission needs to focus on.

My thoughts were pulled back by the continuous reports.

"Report...Reporting, Captain." The first voice to ring out carried a hint of barely perceptible tension; it was Trushid. She had arranged for her to infiltrate the human camp in disguise... Trushid wasn't particularly skilled at disguise and infiltration, but she needed practice.

"The infiltration of the hero's party has been completed. The heroes have not detected anything unusual, and their identities have not been questioned. The Saint has not yet arrived at the outpost. I have already prepared the plan for the hero's party and will share it with you later."

"Report to the captain. It has been officially confirmed that there are resurrected monsters with autonomous action capabilities in the White Wasteland. They are all high-level monsters, Medusas, and their numbers are scattered, but their threat level cannot be ignored. The good news is that their overall awakening rate is far lower than our initial pessimistic expectations. The Demon King's remains are normal, and it is speculated that this is due to the connection between the Saint and the Demon King's fate... Reported by Dagre."

"Report, Captain!" The third voice sounded lively and energetic... It was Valti, who was in charge of perimeter support and route monitoring.

"Everything on my end is progressing according to plan, very smoothly! The only problem is that the Saint hasn't appeared on any of the main roads. The sisters in the Heavenly Realm have conducted a large-scale search using search magic, but they haven't been able to find any trace of the Saint. He... seems to have completely vanished... Reported by Valti."

"Reporting, Captain..." Subsequent reports came one after another, ranging from magic monitoring to intelligence analysis, with a wide variety of contents.

The woman's stern face betrayed little emotion; she merely tilted her head slightly, intently listening to reports from different directions and on different missions. Each piece of information was rapidly integrated and analyzed in her mind, piecing together a complete picture of the current situation.

After all the sounds subsided, she remained silent for a moment, while the sound of the wind high in the sky grew clearer.

"Received. All units, continue with the current phase of the mission. Wait patiently for the opportune moment. Remain calm and focused, prioritizing the mission above all else. Refrain from any rash actions until the Sage appears or a major event occurs."

……

Are you looking forward to meeting him?

In her ears, the divine voice belonging to the supreme god, a voice only she could hear, resounded. The voice was elusive, perhaps influenced by the demon realm, and now it carried an elusive quality.

The silence lasted only a moment before she responded with a completely flat voice, like a precise instrument executing a pre-programmed procedure.
"The mission takes precedence above all else, and I will set aside my personal feelings. Your orders are my will, and I will carry them out meticulously."

Even if we haven't seen each other for a thousand years?

"Even though we haven't seen each other for a thousand years."

The conversation seemed to have ended there, and the divine pronouncements ceased.

She subconsciously raised her hand, her slender yet powerful fingers habitually and gently gripping the hilt of the sword tied to her waist.

A sense of peace flowed from my hands into my heart.

The sword's design is so ancient it's almost primitive... or it's like a stone tool made by prehistoric people. It's rugged and direct, full of pure power.

Its obsidian-hard and sharp blade was exposed to the air without any protection from a scabbard.

(End of this chapter)