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

Chapter 110 Unscrupulous Client (Part 2)
Having obtained the research data of the Resurrected Saint and not having to help the princess make weapons, the atmosphere in the Necromancy Department was as lively as if it were Halloween held at Lord Hel's church.

But Obora wasn't so excited. After examining Mirad, she walked out of the necromancy department with a stern face. When Hyolitta tried to touch her chubby cheeks, she just gently shook off the mischievous hand instead of talking back... This greatly shocked Hyolitta, who exclaimed that even teachers were starting to ignore their students these days, and that the world was going to the dogs!
"Your Highness, Lord Obora and the Saint, this way please."

The petite witch, who looked no more than eleven or twelve years old, took a deep breath and mentally prepared herself before daring to speak to the legendary princess.

She had only been here for five years, and this was her first time dealing with this difficult client, yet she had already heard from many of her seniors how complicated this noble daughter of the Demon King's demands were.
"Based on your 13649th revision suggestion, the weaponry we prepared for the Saint this time has achieved a class-level leap in stability, and your proposed concept of the normalized and modular use of human-avoiding magic has also made a breakthrough from scratch..."

"Oh dear... you've really worked hard! I hope this time it will be better than the 9635th time... if it still doesn't meet my expectations, then let's use the design from the 3991st time."

“Siolitta,”

Mirad spoke up to remind him, "Remember to apologize and make amends."

"Waaaaah... Lady Mirad's side has finally turned against us... But I'm so sorry, little witch... and to everyone who fought for us..."

Hiolitta bowed slightly, but when she stood up straight, her cheeks puffed out high.

"I really feel bad for giving them so many suggestions for improvement... But Lord Mirad, aren't you thinking too badly of me? I'm not the kind of bad customer who withholds wages! Every year I provide a lot of funding to support the research here! The award for the best research of the year is even the Lilim coat that I provided..."

Eborah glared at her, "...Isn't that just a bad customer who can't refuse because the money is too much, but is still unscrupulous?"

Hiolitta's confidence waned. "There...there is a difference, isn't there..."

“Not much difference.” Mirad shook his head; he did indeed have some expectations for that weapon.

"In short... everyone is waiting for you to try it out personally in the makeshift training ground, Your Excellency!"

The witch quickly tried to smooth things over, "Besides, Your Highness, we don't actually resent you that much... After all, you've given us so many supplies... no, it's more like we've made it a routine to modify the product content according to your requirements. Many new colleagues' first creation is this weapon, and it's now evolved into something like... a custom!"

Upon hearing this, Hiolitta immediately adopted a smug expression, looking down at Opola with the advantage of being slightly taller than her.

The smug look on the man's face made Obola's brow twitch, so she simply turned her face away.

The makeshift training ground was located deep within another world, a vast space with walls shimmering with reinforcing magic.

The surrounding stands were packed. Everyone had assumed it was just another routine delivery process, and many were already speculating about what kind of modifications the princess would suggest. But the fact that the Resurrected Saint himself was present made all the difference!

That's a Saint of Resurrection! As a user, as long as he's satisfied... this fifty-year nightmare can end in one fell swoop! So even researchers who had only worked with the Saint once or twice came along. Compared to those veterans whose realms had been revised hundreds of times by the Princess, they were much less composed, but they still came to join in the fun.

In the center of the arena, several witches, clearly in charge, were already waiting. Their expressions were a mixture of exhaustion, anticipation, and a hint of resigned indifference. Upon seeing Hiolitta and her group enter, they raised their hands in greeting.

On the display stand in front of them lay a sleek arm armor.

The arm armor has a pure, flawless silver color, but under the illumination of the non-natural light source above the training ground, its surface reflects a bewitching halo like the red moon of the demon realm.

Mirad could sense that it was not cast from a single metal, but rather fused together with some unknown material and metal, ultimately becoming a single entity.

The surface of the arm armor is decorated with reliefs.

Medusa and the evil dragon's slender bodies rise from the wrist guards along the curves of their arms. The curves of their bodies are formed by layers of runes that resemble star trails. The heads of the Gorgon and the venomous dragon finally meet at the elbow guards, where two petite human figures, a man and a woman, are carved.

The sword-wielding hero and the silver-haired, red-eyed girl leaned against each other, confronting the two great natural disasters before them.

To highlight the girl's red eyes, gemstones were specially embedded... the subtle, flowing crimson light was indistinguishable from the color of Hiolitta's pupils.

"This is product number 13650, Your Highness." The lead witch's voice was hoarse. "It represents the culmination of the research institute's geniuses' efforts, achieving the ultimate in compatibility and stability... There are too many functions to list... In short, it can start a fire, serve as a pot, cook, and generate a shield... Its name is..."

"Running towards each other's arms of love!" Hiolitta's eyes shone brightly, and a radiant smile bloomed on her face.

"...rushing to each other's arms of love."

The leading witch remained unfazed, silently deleting the prepared name from her mind and repeating the name that Hiolitta had chosen on the spot. Her expression was calm and composed, exuding a sense of "you're the boss, whatever you say is right," which drew gasps of amazement from the audience in the stands. The dean, who had been demoted 13649 times, was terrifyingly powerful! This extreme service mentality of living only for money was simply too overwhelming. Many researchers who had been demoted a single digit looked at the dean with a mixture of admiration and fear.

"So you've finally gotten to the point of writing romantic, fictional adventure stories with yourself as the heroine? I thought those few plays were the limit... No wonder you get along so well with those phantoms."

Obora silently took a half step back. She was somewhat glad that she had managed to persuade Hyolita not to have her portrait carved below the two demon kings as some kind of strange border.

Hiolitta gently nudged Mirad's back, "Hmph... Lord Mirad, try it on!"

…Mirad didn’t care much about the name; what intrigued him more was the magical power contained within the arm armor.

If this arm armor has self-awareness and can move... it might be even more troublesome than the Dragon King back then.

(End of this chapter)