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

Chapter 109 Unscrupulous Client (Part 2)
If you asked Mirad to imagine the building housing the Magic Research Institute, he would fill in the unknown corners with memories of the academy in Cretia.

The white marble gleamed warmly in the sunlight. The spacious square was divided into geometric shapes by flower beds and irrigation canals. Water flowed quietly along the canals, reflecting the sky and the columns.

The corridors stretched far and wide, where scholars, clad in loose white robes, either leaned against pillars in solitary contemplation or gathered in small groups on the steps and platforms to discuss the weaknesses of monsters, magic, and philosophy.

Every corner of the academy could be a battlefield for their intellectual clashes and verbal debates... Logan mingled among them like a fish in water. In the first few days after arriving in the capital, he was unfamiliar with the place and the people. This visitor from another world won the respect of the scholars with his excellent eloquence and meticulous logic, and they made an exception to allow outsiders to participate in their research.

Orpheus, however, showed little interest in these things.

She was a genius spellcaster, and using magic had almost become instinctive for her. To her, the scholars' discussions, which were full of quotations and texts, were no different from breaking down breathing into dozens of steps... and therefore she personally deemed them utterly boring.

Of course, when he actually stood in front of Miradria's Magic Research Institute, Mirad decisively overturned his previous conjecture.

The scene before me was far superior to the solemn and dignified classical academy buildings of Créteil.

"...They created a separate otherworld for this purpose?"

The building that supposedly houses the research institute does not exist. What truly accommodates the scholars and their research is an alternate world expanded through spatial creation magic.

By grasping the hand of the scholar statues that can be seen everywhere on the street, you can pass through the door and step into this other world.

"Welcome to the Miradria Magic Research Institute, Lady Mirad..." Siolitta hid somewhat guiltily behind Mirad, "I've commissioned the Magic Development Department and the Magical Items Department..."

This other world has no sky or walls in the traditional sense, and it's even difficult to distinguish up, down, left, and right.

Huge stone sculptures silently float in the air, from geometric structures such as cubes and prisms that are pieces of demonic art, to a statue of a resurrected saint... These sculptures seem to be different laboratories and departments.

Hurriedly moving about, the scholars in white robes strolled through the temporary passageways and suspended bridges between the sculptures, completely accustomed to their surroundings.

Occasionally, one or two people would turn pale upon seeing Siolitta, their brisk walk turning into a jog, as if escaping a childhood nightmare. The gossip would quickly spread through the communication magic.

"Holy crap, she's here! Alert level: Hyolita... highest level!" "Get that thing ready. This has to be the last time. I fucking don't want to change it again!" "Honey, I'm not coming home for dinner today..." "Lord Hephaestus above... is the Saint also here?"

“…It seems like there’s a deep-seated grudge.” Mirad pulled Hiolitta in front of him. “You really need to apologize to them properly.”

"Ugh... I will later. Lord Mirad, which department is your friend in?... Shall we go check over there first?"

Necromancy Department, Department of Magic Development, Research Institute.

In stark contrast to the eerie impression of necromancy, the space here feels warm... as if even the soul is being gently nourished.

Even the furnishings were just an ordinary office.

"Oh...you've come."

Obora, her eyelids drooping, seemed unsurprised by the arrival of Mirad and Hyolitta. Baphomet, with his black hair and golden eyes, wore a white robe, his round-framed glasses gleaming. "Lord Mirad, please have a seat! What a coincidence! We were just discussing matters concerning you with Lady Obora..."

The obese Crete moved a chair over, and the other unfamiliar researchers followed suit, chuckling as they brought over tea and desserts. Their enthusiasm seemed less like they were entertaining a distinguished guest and more like they were afraid that top-notch research material would slip away.

Someone in the crowd coughed lightly, and the researchers, realizing that their drooling gazes were somewhat impolite, looked away.

"Why is Professor Obora here? It was supposed to be my date with Lord Mirad!" Hiolitta protested loudly. "Could it be...! You used your tracking magic to follow Lord Mirad and me?! At this point, you can't just be described as a stalker, Professor Obora!"

“It’s just to connect with the research here and verify some hypotheses.” Obora looked at Mirad, her brow furrowed, and she seemed quite uneasy. “It’s about you, Mirad.”

"Resurrected from the dead... right?"

“Yes… your resurrection is very strange.” Obora nodded. “… coming here means you yourself know it.”

The researchers chattered amongst themselves, agreeing that the secret technique of resurrection was not uncommon, but to be able to revive completely intact without the aid of Lord Hel's power and protection...

"Such a perfect resurrection is hard to come by." "She's practically the ideal research subject!" "Your Holiness, could you demonstrate it live? We have pure magic here; it should guarantee your resurrection within an hour..."

"There might not be that much leeway... I plan to head to the White Wasteland today."

Mirad smiled. "How about a quick physical exam?"

“Today? Didn’t you just arrive in Miradria yesterday?” Crete asked, somewhat confused. “I thought you were going to stay here longer…after all, you said yesterday that we could get back to the wasteland this month.”

“That’s perfect! With the new weapon, Lord Mirad’s combat power will definitely increase dramatically… It will definitely make up for the loss of the Holy Sword!” Siolitta interjected, then quickly fell into deep thought. “However, necromancy is indeed a good idea. Should we change the design at the last minute… We hadn’t considered this before…”

Crete and the researchers widened their eyes and immediately shook their heads in polite refusal, saying, "Your Highness, you've gone to so much trouble, but our Necromancy Department is a small department, and we wouldn't dare to flaunt our knowledge in front of the Saint of Resurrection. Please entrust this important task to our colleagues next door. Under your fifty years of relentless training, their resilience and development capabilities are undoubtedly among the best in the entire Demon Realm, far surpassing our leisurely, retirement-oriented department."

“A brief check is fine. Lie down in bed.” Opola pointed to the bed beside her and made Mirad lie down on his back.

A slight itch came from his chest, and Obora's claws reached into Mirad's collar, the dark fur rubbing against him and making him feel quite itchy.

"...Just as I expected."

Obora lowered her eyes... and the result was just as she had expected.

"Waaaah... While pretending to be profound and expressing her opinions, she was also lewdly stroking Lord Mirad's pectoral muscles. This kind of composure is something I can never catch up with in my entire life, Teacher Obora!"

Hiolitta, however, stared intently at Opola's hand, looking as if she wanted nothing more than to take its place. "Actually, I'm also a hidden expert in necromancy, Lady Mirad. Have you ever considered letting me examine you too? Wearing a nurse's uniform wouldn't be out of the question..."

"I know what I'm doing, you don't need to worry."

Ignoring Hiolitta, Mirad sat up, letting Baphomet's hand slide out of his collar. "Crete, what else do you need to check? Let's do it together."

(End of this chapter)