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

Chapter 111 Practical Training (Part 1)

The moment Mirad's fingertips touched the arm armor, the shimmering silver armor melted into a flowing, shimmering glow.

The silver sheen spread upwards from his fingertips, perfectly blending into his right arm, conforming to the curves of his muscles, and feeling as smooth as new skin when he stretched.

Once fully dressed, the carving reappeared, and the silver-haired girl's jewel-encrusted eyes sparkled, as if she had blinked.

"How does it feel, Lord Mirad?" Siolitta clapped her hands. "Initially, it was just intended to be a substitute for the Holy Sword... but with more and more ideas, the integrated functions are now as numerous as the stars!"

"For example?" Mirad clenched his right fist, allowing the magic contained in the arm armor to merge with his own source of magic.

He sensed something and extended the middle finger of his right hand.

A small cluster of pinkish-purple flames ignited at his fingertips, changing shape with his subtle adjustments.

It's very similar to the flame of the Demon Flame Candlestick, but it doesn't generate heat; it's just a flame that provides light... It seems to have no other use besides illumination.

"Oh, this is a feature I had the research institute add because I was thinking that if Lord Mirad wanted to tell ghost stories, there wouldn't be the right atmosphere... This mode can also activate the special haunting sound effects I left inside!" Hiolitta stroked a spot on her silver arm, and the smooth surface of the armor rippled, from which a meaningless wail came out.

"Whoa! Goo-ooh-oooooooooooooooooooo-"

……

...It sounded exactly like Siolitta himself was screaming.

Moreover, her voice was simply too perfect. Even when she deliberately lengthened the pitch to make her voice high-pitched, she couldn't create a terrifying atmosphere. Instead, it sounded like a fledgling theater star practicing her vocalization.

"Making sound resonate within metal without distortion is incredibly difficult. We've tried many methods, but Her Highness rejected them all... Our current solution utilizes some properties of the Demon Realm Alloy to produce sound through vibration..."

The dean explained with difficulty... It seemed she really wanted to pique Mirad's interest in the thing in his hand.

Feeling sympathy for their plight, Mirand changed his mind.

another.

So he flicked his wrist, extinguishing the flames and stopping the ripples on the surface while increasing the output of magic.

A light blade, half illusory and half real, formed from the front of the arm armor. With Mirad's fine adjustments, it could even change the length and width of the blade... As his thoughts flowed, the blade switched freely between a short dagger and a heavy, iron-like greatsword.

The weapon, constructed from pure magic, is similar in concept to Mirad's counterfeit holy weapon, but the spell itself is based on Mirad's imagination and reconstruction of the holy sword.

Ancient magic is an art of imagination. Mirad cannot imagine the Holy Sword transforming into other forms, which means he cannot create other types of weapons. Even if he could imagine the sword breaking, he could not change its specifications... This is also the limitation of counterfeit holy artifacts.

The difficulty of maintaining this blade and the amount of magic it can hold are far greater than that false creation... But in terms of this function alone, it is enough to prove that what Siolitta said about it being a "substitute for the Holy Sword" is not an exaggeration.

"Wow, I miss it a bit~ This is the function I originally envisioned... After achieving the ultimate in destructiveness and stability, it hasn't been changed much! The last modification seems to have been adding illusion magic that could change the color of the light blade in the eyes of others..."

“…Indeed quite good,” Mirad praised. “Let’s put it to practical use.”

"...You can even flash a rainbow of colors, Lady Mirad, as long as...wait, what did you just say...?" Siolitta paused for a moment, "...But I haven't finished explaining the function yet!"

"For him, only through real-world experience can he make a judgment, and that's the fastest way,"

Obora rubbed her forehead. She saw a flicker of fighting spirit still burning in the man's eyes, a flame that had been smoldering for so long amidst a pool of dead ashes, yet remained fervent.

"...Moreover, Your Highness, most of the functions you added on a whim are not helpful in improving combat power, so continuing to explain them would just be a waste of time."

"Oh...then, Professor Obora, why don't you join Lord Mirad in the fight..."

Hiolitta had already pulled out her photographic crystal, seemingly ready to capture the pitiful sight of her beloved teacher being utterly defeated...

Obora's trembling legs inadvertently caught her eye. Baphomet's limbs, covered in a thin fabric, were tensing, relaxing, and tensing again at a subtle yet uncontrollable frequency... It was body language that truly reflected her thoughts, and even her usually calm and composed eyes lost focus.

"Oh dear, this state... it's not like someone who can be a proper opponent." "No, never mind. I'll do it myself. Lord Mirard, you shouldn't have any objections, right?" Siolitta retrieved the crystal and looked at Mirard.

"I have no opinion."

Mirad didn't refuse; he had seen Obora's expression too… there was no point in practicing against an opponent who lacked fighting spirit and was timid. Besides… he was also very curious about how effective this arm armor would be against a Lilim.

"After your heart beats ten times, we will officially begin. Adjust your breathing, Lord Mirad?"

With a wicked grin, Siolitta snapped her fingers, and in the next instant, only she and Mirad remained on the training field. Obora, lost in her memories and silent, and the other witches were moved to the audience seats.

Ten heartbeats take only a few seconds.

Mirad and Siolitta disappeared at the same time.

The researchers on the stands were all genius mages in their respective fields. Although they were good at theory but lacked some practical skills, it did not mean that they were completely ignorant of combat.

Even though they anticipated the high speed of this practical training and had prepared their own unique observation magic in advance, increasing their dynamic vision by dozens of times or altering their time perception to stretch a second into a long observation period... none of them could see clearly how the legendary saint and the princess disappeared from the spot!
Even the most meticulously prepared observation magic proved utterly ineffective in combat of this caliber.

Those with enhanced dynamic vision could only catch a few lingering traces of light and shadow. The researcher who had adjusted his perception of time turned pale, because in his perceived slow world, the two figures were still moving as if they were teleporting. This cognitive contradiction almost made him vomit.

It wasn't until the breeze they stirred up, which shouldn't exist in this other world, brushed against their hair and caused several spiderweb-like cracks to suddenly appear on the flat ground of the training field, that the researchers realized the two on the field had already engaged in battle, and countless rounds had passed without their knowledge.

Only Mirad himself could truly understand the extreme speed of the Hyolita. If he knew the limits the researchers imagined, he would just laugh and shake his head, saying it was several times more exaggerated.

Lilim's figure transformed into a pure white, swift shadow in his eyes, each flash accompanied by a sharp, tearing sound as the air was ripped apart.

She used her hand as a blade, and the hand-blade she thrust out was simple and unadorned, without any magic or hostility or killing intent, yet it set off alarm bells in Mirad's heart.

He had to push his senses to the limit in order to capture the elusive silver star, and then rely on his honed combat instincts to block and dodge. The light blade collided with Lilim's hand blade, and the sparks that erupted fell like a rain of stars.

The silver-white arm armor absorbed most of the impact, but when the attacks clashed, Mirad could still feel his arm going slightly numb.

He poured more magic into his arm armor, causing the light blade he created to change abruptly. The blade lengthened and the sword narrowed, transforming it into a rapier more suitable for thrusting, allowing him to deal with Siolitta's omnipresent attacks with more precise and swift thrusts!
But Siolitta neither dodged nor yielded. Just as the gleaming golden blade was about to touch her, Siolitta brought two fingers of her right hand together and precisely clamped the blade between them!

The rapid-fire attack and defense came to an abrupt end.

The raging wind pressure across the training field subsided, and the gentle breeze that had been weakened countless times to brush against the faces of the spectators ceased to move. The researchers in the stands didn't even have time to react before they saw the two suddenly stop in the center of the field.

She chose to deflect Mirad's thrust head-on. Those two seemingly slender fingers now prevented the blade from advancing even an inch further.

The light blade trembled violently at her fingertips, emitting a groan of strain.

"Hmm, to have such a performance so soon after donning the Arm of Love, Lady Mirad truly lives up to her name... But she still hasn't been able to unleash the full power of the Arm of Love..."

Hiolitta's voice rang out, carrying a sense of composure. A smile still lingered on her face; perhaps she too was thrilled to be able to stand so close and witness her idol's onslaught from a first-person perspective.

"I know."

Milad's reply was brief and calm.

Hitting those who are extremely fast is incredibly difficult. Therefore, the best approach is to make them slow down on their own, willingly allowing their attacks to hit them!
"……Um?"

The smile on Hiolitta's face froze. She looked down at the two fingers that were holding the blade of light between her fingers. The light that should have been firmly locked between her fingers had transformed into a more fluid and extensible substance, enveloping her palm instead...

It wasn't that she caught Mirad's offensive; it was that she was restrained by Mirad's offensive!
The space itself was also anchored, sealing off any possibility of her escaping using teleportation magic!
Moreover, during this practical training, both sides intentionally restrained themselves from using magic as much as possible, allowing the purest force to collide, and the arm armor to clash with hand blades in close combat...

"From now on... relax your use of magic."

Milad said this.

(End of this chapter)