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

Chapter 104 The Fallen Church
Leaving the still bustling Third Arena, the newly crowned Fighting Champion, Mirad, gave up defending his title, so there are still more matches to be fought in the arena to determine a new champion.

Hiolitta sniffed lightly, continuing her search for Mirad's trail.

For monsters, the scent of the magic of the person they cherish is not something they can perceive solely through their sense of smell.

According to the demon sisters who have truly experienced the magic of their lovers, when they are separated from their husbands and face in their husbands' direction, their heartstrings are invisibly plucked, their mouths savor the sweet and rich taste again, and familiar warmth quietly rises in the places on their bodies that are often cared for and loved, urging them to quickly return to their husbands' sides.

But today, Hiolitta just wanted to try to find Mirand by smell alone.

Oh... and the traces he left in this city in just one short morning.

After walking halfway around Miradria, and then following the main road into the city center... Lord Mirad left quite a few traces along the way.

It's hard to imagine that one person could have so much energy...

With light steps, Siolitta walked through the increasingly bustling streets and alleys and climbed the Acropolis hill in the city center.

The view here suddenly opens up.

In the dim light of day, the white houses of Miradria stretched out in layers, and the cliffs in the distance were clearly visible.

On a hillside overlooking most of the city, she found the golden figure.

Mirand had just finished her morning run and was doing gentle stretching exercises with her back to her and facing the city.

His breathing was steady, his golden hair was gently ruffled by the breeze, and his robes, draped in the wind, outlined his smooth and powerful muscles... She was even a little envious of the wind. Fortunately, the wind was quite considerate enough to bring Lord Mirad's scent over as well, so she'd forgive it for three seconds.

Siolitta tiptoed, intending to cover his eyes as she had done in the monastery, sneaking up from behind as she had.

Let's give Lord Mirad a surprise!
...I hope this isn't an overreaction.

But Mirad seemed to sense her arrival, slowly turning around with a knowing look on his face. "You've been looking for me all this way?"

"From the ring road to the third sports field, then to the main road and the acropolis... Lord Mirad, you really can run! Didn't you consider my feelings at all?! I followed all the way with my sore butt, and I didn't even dare to let my tail down for fear of touching the sore spot, waah, waah, I felt so pathetic..."

Hiolitta was dressed simply today, in a white dress and Creteia-style sandals, which made Lilim's beautiful legs look even more slender. Her tail, covered in gelatinous skin, peeked out from the hole at her lower back and swayed gently.

Mirad saw absolutely no pitifulness in Lilim's hands-on-hips, rambling manner. Mere physical pain couldn't have lingered on her for that long; Lilim was simply feigning distress.

"Given your physical strength, you won't leave any trace overnight. This level of punishment is far too lenient on you."

"Why are you talking about such terrifying topics so early in the morning, Lord Mirad... Have you already prepared countless ways to torture me in your mind? Are you just waiting for me to make a mistake so you can carry them out one by one? How cruel! No wonder you are the man who can grab Professor Obora by the neck next to a sleeping student without batting an eye!"

"..."

Mirad's lips tightened almost imperceptibly for a moment.

In that instant, he made a decisive decision: before his good mood from the entire morning was completely ruined by this girl who was good at making a fuss, he had to immediately stop this topic that was sliding into the abyss.

He knew all too well how this conversation was going to go.

If this continues, his image of the "Saint of Resurrection" in Siolitta's words will probably be like someone who has slipped and rolled down the slope of this Acropolis... bumping along the way, eventually crashing at the foot of the mountain, turning into something terrible like "a saintly figure on the surface but a sadist on the inside," or "a perverted priest who likes to meticulously plan how to torture young girls."

Then came the hymns, which were adapted into songs with unconventional singing styles... After learning that Hiolitta also worked part-time as a contributor to the theater, he even began to seriously consider whether those unorthodox hymns could actually enter the market.

Exploiting the gaps and weaknesses in the human psyche to infiltrate... this was indeed a specialty of succubi of the old era. But why is it that in Siolitta's case, she's portrayed as a sharp-tongued, indomitable little girl who's always looking for loopholes?

"...If you want the same treatment as Obola, I'm happy to oblige."

"No way! I'm not like Obora, who has a soft spot for being treated harshly by you. Although it's nice to do it occasionally... I always feel like this will turn you, Lord Mirad, into some kind of extraordinary being."

"I was just fulfilling my duties as a witness and an executioner."

Pretending not to understand the inexplicable concern and worry in her words, Mirand smiled and decisively changed the subject.

"Speaking of which, where is this place..."

He turned his gaze to the buildings higher up on the Acropolis.

During the banquet last night, the night was hazy, and only the blurry outlines of the buildings could be seen under the red moon.

If you come here during the day, you will find that the churches of the gods have almost filled the hill. They are built on the hillside, and their roofs, which are different in style, reflect different lusters in the dim sunlight.

...They even have a church for the Lord God.

Moreover, from an appearance standpoint alone, the pristine white marble columns and iconic clock tower are flawless.

Solemn and dignified... it's not like a building you'd see in a demon city at all.

However, right next to this main church, in a very different style, stands another church.

It was a completely black building.

The walls are carved with images of men and women in black robes, embracing each other in various poses, their expressions a mixture of ecstasy and daze, celebrating the birth of life.

Above them, angels with jet-black wings either sounded their horns or embraced and kissed men…

The sculptor is undoubtedly a master; his technique in using solid rock to depict the fluidity and viscosity of liquid is unparalleled, almost indistinguishable from the real thing.

"Oh, that's the church of the Fallen God, and right next to it is the church of the Lord God whom you and I worship, Lord Mirad?"

Even now, does she still consider herself a nun who believes in God?

Mirand, however, began to admire her dedication.

Although, apart from when she was in the monastery... it was rare to see Lilim earnestly pray.

"What's wrong! Lady Mirad, please don't stare at me so suspiciously. Even though I am Lilim, and I still think about embarrassing things all the time, and I can't sleep at night without staring at your face for an hour every night, I am still a devout and pure little nun who believes in the Lord God, okay?"

"Haha."

Just say yes.

He chuckled dryly, but Mirad couldn't take his eyes off the lewd and dilapidated building.

Why does it feel... strangely familiar?
(End of this chapter)