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

Chapter 103 Lilim's Pursuit
In the early morning, in a luxurious room with a large public bath.

Hiolitta was sleeping face down, its tail drooping listlessly to the side.

With her face buried in the pillow, she mumbled, "I can't get out of bed. My bottom is still burning, I need either Teacher Obora to apologize or Lord Mirad to carry me out of bed..."

"Don't pretend. With your recovery ability, you're already fine. He got up much earlier than you. He's already gone for a morning run around the city."

Aborah had put on a pair of round, crystal glasses that almost covered half of her face, and she was now frowning slightly as she searched for documents.

"...Did you have a good dream last night?"

"Now that things have come to this, has Teacher Obola finally realized that she is too old to read the words in the book with glasses? But how could she have a good dream after being beaten up by you... In fact, it was a pretty good dream... The effect of the Dream Incense Burner is really good."

Obora manipulated her magic, giving Hyolitta's long-suffering little peach a light tap. The latter cried out, clutching the spot where she had been struck, and flew up, tears welling in her eyes.

"I'm not going to tell you that I had a dream yesterday about being held and comforted in Lord Mirad's arms! You petty old goat, you can only be envious!"

"These glasses are just magical artifacts that enhance information search capabilities... I really have some things I want to verify. If you want to find him, Your Highness, just turn left when you go out and go to the edge of the city, then look in a clockwise direction. You're bound to run into him."

Without even raising its head, Obola's furry paws turned the pages of the book with remarkable efficiency, its raised hooves swaying gently.

"Hmph, no need. I've already memorized Lord Mirad's scent... Now, the place where his scent is strongest, besides the bed, is..."

Hiolitta's smile froze as she looked at Obora's neck.

Familiar palm prints encircled Baphomet's slender neck, like a collar.

Noticing the unmistakable gaze, Aborah turned her head away, remained silent for a while, then pulled up her collar to cover the marks and scars.

"How long have you been doing this behind my back... no, how many times have you done it! Have you been bought off by something like this, you old woman?!"

"If Your Highness were to behave more obediently and not make him angry... there might be a reward as well."

A reward that would satisfy Obora

A reward that can temporarily satisfy the hunger in one's heart.

However, Siolitta shook her head and refused.
"I'm not a little kid who would be happy because of candy given as a reward by an adult. Candy isn't a proper meal; it won't fill your stomach. Teacher, you know that yourself, don't you?"

She hummed a song, pondering what color and style of peach-shaped protective case she should wear to see Lord Mirad today.

Lord Milady in white already saw it yesterday, and today...

Forget it! I'll just go find him like this.

The early morning in Miradria was not particularly bright; the red moon had set, leaving behind only a dim, gloomy light.

The inhabitants of the Dark Realm were already used to this scene; it was an environment they found comfortable and convenient to live in.

...Anyway, if you want to sunbathe, there are sunbathing areas in the city. In recent years, it has become popular to tan lines on your body with your partner's name on them.

"Lord Mirad? Ah, that blond, blue-eyed priest is Your Highness's fiancé. So he's the saint? The statue in the city? Heh heh~ My husband and I fought until late last night, so we didn't have time to pay our respects." "I'm sorry, Your Highness. My wife is just so careless... After helping us tidy up the scattered goods, the saint jogged slowly towards the Third Sports Field."

When asked about Mirad's whereabouts, the couple who ran a shop selling Demon Fruits gave this answer.

The third stadium… Siolitta tilted her head, remembering that it was an arena specializing in combat.

"Whoosh, whoosh whoosh! That big brother saw that I was curious about the dagger at his waist, so he showed me and Xiaoya how to infuse magic into the dagger for enchantment! So cool!"

"Yes, that's it... Infuse this Demon Silver dagger with your magic~ Swish, swish, it'll become completely different from the dagger in that big brother's hand, right? It's a very pretty pink~"

The little boy excitedly waved the pink-glowing demonic silver dagger in his hand, while his demonic pet beside him covered its mouth and chuckled...

Hiolitta could see very clearly that the magic was infused into the little boy by his own magical pet, not by the boy himself.

"Shh... He's learning magic a bit slowly, and he's finally having a good time, so please don't expose him, Your Highness. As for that older brother, he should have left the sports field by now, right?" the magical pet whispered.

She wouldn't be so oblivious to the atmosphere. She puffed out her cheeks and flicked her pet's forehead. Siolitta looked up at the third sports field, which was still bustling with people despite it being early morning.

Since we're already here... let's go in and take a look.

"Mirad! Mirad! Mirad! Both sides restricted magic, weapons, and footwork... but he still defeated our reigning champion in just three moves! Let's cheer for him once again... once again!"

The wyvern presenter glided over the entire audience, and both monsters and humans erupted in even louder cheers and applause.

The Holy One has been gone for quite some time, but the enthusiastic atmosphere in the arena has not yet dissipated.

The giant magic mirror was still showing the competition that had just taken place.

Siolitta looked up and saw Mirad's face reflected in the magic mirror.

Facing his opponent's attack, the blond challenger, unable to use footwork or dodge significantly, forcefully deflected the opponent's torrential assault with his arm.

The champion's unstoppable barrage of attacks was easily parried by the blond man before him. The champion was visibly surprised and pressed on, attempting to attack the blond man's lower body, but unexpectedly—

As the opponent was momentarily stunned by the force dissipating, Mirad's three rapid punches shattered the sound barrier, causing the muscular champion to collapse to the ground.

He bent down and helped the burly man up, patting him on the shoulder like a coach and saying encouraging words. The burly man even showed a humble expression of acceptance.

What's going on? Lord Mirad hasn't even taught me yet!

Hiolitta stood with her hands on her hips, listening to the endless cheers around her, and the corners of her mouth involuntarily turned up.

But if he left the third sports field, where did he go...? Judging by the smell...

"If we're looking for the latest fighting champion... it seems he ran off towards the outskirts of town after leaving the arena,"

The lizardwoman, carrying a serving tray of food, smiled.
"Your Highness, your fiancé is really amazing. I also want to raise my fiancé to be just as powerful."

(End of this chapter)