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

Chapter 108 Unscrupulous Client (Part 1)
"Hehehe... Thank you for praying for me... I will also make him happy..."

Hyolitta was already half-drunk when she spoke. Influenced by the high concentration of magic in the small space, her little head was probably already a complete mess.

Through the round holes in the partition, one could see her slightly parted lips, her silver hair clinging to her neck with sweat, and the way she tilted her head back as if to receive something made her look like a traveler thirsting for water in the desert.

Mirad used his fingers to lift her chin, closing her gaping mouth, and then wiped away the glistening water that had overflowed from Lilim's lips.

"Alright, child. Your confession is over, and this matter will remain hidden in the shadows behind the Supreme God. Go forth, and may you be at peace."

The fusion of magic is deepening, and the monsters' instincts are being awakened. This confessional was originally designed for monster couples to whisper sweet nothings to each other, so the sensory substitutions are naturally not limited to shoes.

If Mirad stays in this small room filled with the scent of Thiolitta and his magic any longer, he might experience the peculiar feeling of "wrapping" Thiolitta's entire Lilim inside him.

So he straightened his collar, stood up, and pushed open the door to the confessional. When he saw the sunlight again, he squinted.

Pulling open the wooden door next door, as expected, what came into view was Hiolitta, who had collapsed into a lump of silvery-white mud, leaning against the partition.

When she saw Mirad push open the door, she didn't even understand what had happened; her watery eyes were full of confusion.

"Lord Mirad... why are you outside... shouldn't you be on the other side..."

"It's over. Do you want me to wait a bit?"

Mirad glanced at the magic gauge mounted on the wall outside the confessional, which was still empty... After all, they were really just one confessing and the other asking questions.

"I...I'll be right there."

Hiolitta's wings covered her face, and her long, heart-shaped tail wrapped around her calves... She rarely showed shyness in front of Mirad.

Mirad nodded and closed the door to her confessional.

Nearly ten minutes later, the wooden door, which was clearly very thin but covered with various soundproofing magic, was opened again.

Hiolitta pursed her lips, her gaze shifting. Without the true help of Lord Mirad, she could never fill the chasm in her heart.

But I calmed down a lot and realized that I had revealed most of my inner thoughts and feelings over the years in the confessional.

How will people view this? Saying those self-righteous and wishful things in front of your idol...

Feeling uneasy, she lowered her head, not daring to look directly at Mirad.

"You've also contributed articles to the theater before?"

Something heavy yet gentle was placed on my head... it was Lord Mirad's hand.

It wasn't a rebuke or disgust; Lord Mirad is truly the best!

"I did write something about it many years ago... I adapted some of your deeds, Lord Mirad... If you don't like my adaptation, I can stop those plays from being performed."

Lilim was indeed a master of bargaining, offering the most lenient option right off the bat, and her apologetic attitude made Mirand hesitate before saying anything more. Walking with Siolitta under the church's arcade, Mirand said, "It's not that bad... it's just that some parts don't feel quite right."

"It's a dramatic adaptation... and far too much of your story has been lost, especially the vague first half of your life. Your experiences after becoming a Saint of Resurrection are all traceable, but there are still many gaps, such as the events between the Battle of the Tower of Vengeance and the Abyss Dragon..."

Defending herself, Hiolitta looked at the broad back of the man walking ahead of her, her voice softening, "And why did you suddenly ask me this... Have you seen my adapted play?"

"Hmm... I met a friend who invited me to visit the Magic Research Institute."

Yesterday at the theater, I met Crete, who was quite plump, and his burly Minotaur wife. Crete, who studies necromancy and resurrection, naturally didn't want to miss such a good opportunity, so before leaving, he couldn't help but mention that he must come and visit sometime.

"The Magic Research Institute...it's a bit of a shame, they weren't very welcoming to me...hahaha..."

Hiolitta gave an awkward smile, looking like a child who had wet the bed and played all day, only to find that the bedding she had painstakingly hidden had been dug out by her family and hung out to dry in the most conspicuous spot in the yard.

"Did you do something bad, or did you speak carelessly and offend someone?" Mirad asked incisively.

The devilish nun's description of Siolitta was indeed accurate; she possessed a childlike curiosity and energy, getting excited over novel toys and patiently waiting for her favorite idols. But she also inherited the unadorned straightforwardness of children.

Children’s innocence is often accompanied by ignorant cruelty, and in the case of Hyolitta, Mirall sometimes couldn’t even tell whether she was truly ignorant or just taking advantage of the situation.

"Well, it's nothing serious..." Her fingers unconsciously twirled the ends of her hair. "I just said a few things that weren't very pleasant to hear, but they were true, and accidentally ruined an invention that a few researchers had spent years working on... even though I quickly restored it all intact..."

"Is that all?" Mirad raised an eyebrow.

The invention that took years to develop was learned and copied by Lilim in an instant. Although it was hurtful, it shouldn't be to the point of being "unwelcome".

"I also heard that you haven't had time to retrieve the Holy Sword after handing it over to the elves, so you commissioned them to make weapons for you, Lord Mirad... Did you offer a little too many suggestions along the way?"

"...How many suggestions were given? Or rather, how many versions were revised?"

Haha, so it turns out they were an unscrupulous client.

That's not surprising at all. Given Hiolitta's personality, anything prepared for me would probably have to be flawless to get her approval.

But for a Lilim, "perfection"...

Mirad couldn't help but feel sorry for the hardworking people at the research institute.

"I haven't counted... but if I calculate, it's been about fifty years, right? Actually, they were still sending me samples until a few days ago. But I'm still not very satisfied! How can the weapon used by Lord Mirad be defective!"

"...Wouldn't it show your sincerity even more if you made it yourself?"

"I mainly focused my energy on collecting materials, and I'm very busy, running all over the continent collecting merchandise and rumors about Lord Mirad! Even though I provided the design drawings... Waaah, they didn't do a good enough job to meet my requirements! Why isn't Lord Mirad speaking up for me! I'm going to get angry!"

Milad flicked Siolitta on the forehead and glanced at her sideways. "Come with me, and while you're at it, apologize to them for all the trouble they've gone through."

(End of this chapter)