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

Chapter 106 The Confession Room (Part 1)
Ten minutes later, inside the Church of God atop the Acropolis.

Mirad had promised Hiolitta that he wouldn't enter the church of the fallen god, but since they were already there, they couldn't just leave without also checking out the main church next door.

It combines the features of Créteil architecture, which often uses columns and pediments, with modifications based on contemporary church styles, adding large windows and arcades to the interior.

Changing into robes made of magic is incredibly quick; in the blink of an eye, Hyolitta's flowing white dress was replaced with a form-fitting nun's robe. Even though she specifically warned, "Lord Mirard, please don't try to peek with your dynamic vision," while changing in a place where he could see her, the speed was simply too fast for even Mirard's eyesight to keep up.

At this moment, Siolitta was following behind Mirad with her head bowed and eyes down, looking exactly like a timid new nun who had just started her job at the church.

The monsters they encountered along the way seemed unfazed by the princess's attire; when they met, they merely gave her knowing smiles and nodded slightly as a greeting.

If the nuns passing by weren't monsters with more or less unusual characteristics, Mirad might have genuinely thought this was a proper cathedral, and that the nuns walking through it were all devout nuns following the teachings of God.

Unfortunately... in the short time he spent walking through the arcade, Mirad saw no fewer than five pairs of demon nuns guiding their lovers into confessionals rooms that were inexplicably filled with magical energy bars.

Then the trough used to store the monster's magic power would slowly be filled with liquefied magic power... until the nun and her lover walked out of the confessional, radiant.

...The devout believer of the Lord of Miladria thought every day about confessing his sins.

Perhaps the supreme deity has truly closed his eyes.

“Actually, they’re not real nuns… just tourists or residents who want to experience confession,” Siolitta explained. “A small portion of the magic collected in the magic gauge is charged by the church as a rental fee, which is a normal revenue-generating activity.”

“Oh…that’s good. So where are the real nuns?” Mirand asked, not holding out much hope. “Today should be Sunday…are they performing sacraments in the chapel?”

"Um... let me think, at this time of day, the sisters are all..."

...Are they really all praying?
Milad raised an eyebrow and stood at the back of the chapel.

The demon nun and human priests were gathered here, whispering prayers before the statue of the supreme god. Morning light streamed into the room through the skylight, creating a clear path that illuminated the various dust particles floating in the air.

"Heh heh heh... Lord Mirad, you're quite surprised, aren't you!" Siolitta said smugly. "Everyone here is a truly devout follower of the Lord God's teachings!"

"...Therefore, one should remain silent here, and not disturb the enthusiasm of others with loud voices, nor desecrate this place of consecration with noisy words. With a devout heart, even the softest voice can reach the heavens. ...Your Highness, let me test you, which passage is this?"

The kind-looking nun rose from her seat in the back row. She must have been a demon; her bluish skin and pure black eyes were still too distinctive.

It was a passage from the canon that admonished priests to be quiet during prayer. Milad remembered very clearly that this chapter was all about various rituals of prayer.

A tranquil magic enveloped Mirad and the noisy Hyolitta, who instantly fell silent, looking down as if she weren't the one who had been making a fuss.

“Uh…Esdra 4:11-13.” Siolitta counted on her fingers. “I know I was wrong, I won’t do it again…”

“I was tired of hearing that kind of talk five years ago, and I never thought I'd hear it again today. Since you brought this gentleman here for a visit... why not lead him to a more unique place?”

The demon nun bowed slightly to Mirard. “For example, the confessional. By the Lord God, may peace and tranquility be with you, Lord Mirard. It’s hard to stay with this little girl. Our confessional is equipped with special magic, where lies will be exposed… It’s perfect for disciplining some impolite nuns.”

“By the Lord God, I will go and see… Thank you for your recommendation, stranger sister.” Mirad nodded, ignoring Siolitta’s violent shaking of her head.

He hadn't expected such an unexpected gain. They had agreed that he wouldn't inquire about the Supreme God until Hiolitta spoke up herself. But there were some things he did want to confirm.

"However... dear sister, I have something I'd like to ask you, if I may be so bold."

"Please ask. But I suppose it's about the gap between my identity and my faith?" the demon nun said. "You don't need to apologize for that. Being a demon yet believing in the supreme god does seem contradictory to outsiders."

“I once met a demon nun who worshipped a supreme god, but she became a demon after birth… I can understand that faith, as a kind of inertia and habit, had taken root in her life, and the drastic change in her physical form could not remove it. But not all demon believers are like her; there must be demons who are born with the choice to worship a supreme god… Why?”

Mirad thought of Sister Melda. She had transformed from a human into a demon, yet she still believed in the supreme god.

"...Actually, many of the sisters didn't think that much about it. Some joined because their husbands were fervent believers in the Lord God... Others felt that the Lord God's teachings were quite correct, that people should naturally live honest and upright lives, helping each other like brothers and sisters. They wanted to demand this of themselves, so how could I refuse them on the grounds that the Lord God wouldn't respond?" The parts about restraining desires and monsters being the enemy seem to have been omitted... but that's perfectly normal.

Mirad had a clear understanding of the habits of monsters, and he knew that if he applied the standards advocated in the original doctrine to them, it would be tantamount to ordering humans not to eat or drink.

To be able to remain honest and upright, without any narrow-mindedness, and to help and support each other to move forward... that is already a very precious thing. He also did not intend to criticize these demon nuns.

"Of course, there are also sisters like Her Highness who try to get close to men who are believers in the main god by pretending to be nuns. Many of these sisters are converted to true believers, while others leave after finding partners... But Her Highness is the only one who neither became a believer in the main god nor truly found a partner."

“I wanted to start by being fair-weather friends, but why are all the elders I meet so eager to get me to cooperate?” Siolitta muttered. “I’ve been actively pursuing him… but Lord Mirad is so stubborn, what can I do?”

“She tried very hard,” Mirand said.

“I can see that,” the nun sighed, glancing at Mirand’s left middle finger. “I hope you won’t be disgusted by this child’s various mischievous behaviors… I’ve watched her grow up, although she can be tactless, rude, easily carried away, not very good at reading the room, and always has some childish and strange ideas that often cause chaos in the church…”

With each word the nun spoke, Siolitta's head shrank further into her shoulders. She kept her eyes tightly shut and waited for a while, but the nun's words never came to a turning point.

"But what? But where is the 'but'?! Don't stop here! You're going to ruin Lord Mirad's good impression of me!"

“...But she’s a good girl.” The nun smiled and continued.

"Huh? After criticizing me so much, all you get in the end is a 'good child' as a compliment?! What's the difference between this and a teacher telling parents, 'Your child is good at everything, but their mind just isn't on their studies'? It's not even a consolation prize!" Hiolitta's eyes widened. "Praise me more, praise me more in front of Lord Mirad!"

“Perhaps,” Mirand smiled as well. He couldn’t say for sure whether she was a good child or not, but he did understand the nun’s first words. “Thank you for your explanation, devout sister…peace be with you.”

The nun waved her hand, indicating that it was a trivial matter. "I really recommend that you go and see the confessional... those are the cutting-edge devices newly researched by the white-robed members of the Magic Research Institute, which have only recently been put into our church."

New research...cutting-edge equipment.

Mirad surveyed the empty confessional. From the outside, it looked no different from any other normal confessional, except perhaps for a transparent magic gauge hanging on the outer wall.

"Are we really... really going in, Lord Mirad? You wouldn't... ask me anything too private, would you?"

Hiolitta hesitated in front of the door.

What if Lord Mirad notices that she has replaced those robes?
She didn't want to give up the collectibles she had worked so hard to acquire so easily!
Would Lady Mirad understand if she made up some excuses? Like, she's actually seriously ill and can't fall asleep unless she's in an environment with his scent...

"go in."

Mirand was the first to slip into one side of the confessional and close the door. The enclosed space was now complete, isolated from the outside world, so quiet that only her own heartbeat could be heard.

The partition in front of the seats has round holes to facilitate sound transmission, allowing a glimpse of the arrangement on the other side.

...It's exactly the same as my side.

After a rustling sound, Hiolitta was ready.

You could see her slender neck, constantly swallowing saliva because of nervousness, and her tightly pursed lips.

She made the sign of the cross with trepidation, seemingly unsure how to begin.

"May the Lord God be in your heart, so that you may properly confess your sins. Rest assured, the Lord God's love is with you."

Mirand tried to keep his tone from being too aggressive, after all, it was he who was asking the questions, not Hiolitta making the confession. It was more like a special kind of interrogation than a traditional confession.

"...First question. Have you traveled far and wide, searching for information about heroes?"

(End of this chapter)