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

Chapter 112 Practical Training (Part 2)

There are many reasons why both sides tacitly agree not to use magic.

But the reason to use magic freely is enough with Mirad's permission.

Siolitta slightly raised her other unbound hand, and the magical power enough to overturn this otherworld was instantly mobilized, as naturally as breathing.

The next instant, a crimson torrent of magic engulfed her and Mirad.

There were no blind spots and no room for dodging, because everything around was being washed away by pure, surging magic!

A towering red pillar of light descended from the sky, completely covering the training ground. All the researchers watching the battle heard faint cracking sounds as the defensive magic surrounding the training ground seemed to succumb to its strain.

So Obora had to divert a small amount of her magic to reinforce the defensive magic that was originally designed with the ancient demon lords as its hypothetical enemies and could withstand their full-force attacks. The originally transparent magic circle took on a faint golden hue because of the incorporation of her magic.

There is no skill or aesthetics to speak of, just the suppression and stacking of pure magical power.

Having abandoned the constraints and limitations of magical forms, ten-year-old Siolitta pushed the ancient magic "magic shot" to its extreme, creating what she herself called "magic bombardment," a simple yet brutal ancient magic.

For a long time, she and her sisters used this move as the opening act in their training and were very proud of it... until she met Opola, and under her scolding, she regretfully gave up this magic she had developed in her childhood. Even today, when she heard Mirad say that the restrictions on the use of magic were lifted, the magic she subconsciously used was still the "magic bombardment" that she used at the beginning!
In Hiolitta's current view, this magic is full of flaws. For example, it wastes too much magic power in order to expand the range, and the impact and destruction caused by a simple torrent of magic power is not as great as other spells with the same amount of magic power invested...

"That's why I said you were very immature back then...both in the use of power and in the management of interpersonal relationships."

Just as Obola snapped out of her reverie, she glanced at the training ground and saw Hiolitta bombarding Mirad with the ugly and inexplicable magic that Obola had once angrily denounced. In a daze, Obola saw the unruly and unruly Hiolitta from decades ago again.

Under her accusation, the young girl retorted defiantly, asking if such magic was enough to render most enemies unable to resist, and if it could win, then it was good magic, so what was the problem?
What did I say back then...?
Obora thought for a moment, and the exasperated voice she had used that day gradually merged with the sigh in her heart now, "A grand display of power, yet lacking focus. Quantity over quality sounds wonderful, but in practice it becomes a crude exercise of increasing magic power, increasing it further, and increasing it again, resulting in extremely low efficiency in the use of magic—you could say more than half is wasted… I truly don't understand why such a mistake, one that only a child learning magic would make, would appear in you…"

more importantly……

“Simple magic also means simple countermeasures. If magic relies on stacking magic power, the opponent only needs to stack the same amount of magic power to counter and break it. If you add some ingenious ideas that surpass your barbaric thinking... then you will be at a disadvantage, Your Highness.”

Perhaps confirming Opola's warning, within that crimson pillar of light, a golden ray pierced through the turbid flow of magic... Instead of being swallowed up, it shone even brighter!
"Don't look at me with that disappointed look... Lady Mirad. People always make small mistakes when they're young. Like believing that if your magic isn't strong enough, it's because you haven't put in enough magic power... I'm embarrassingly showing you my embarrassing past, you know?"

The training ground was enveloped in a magical barrage.

Siolitta was still bound by the light-blade locks released by Mirad's arm armor, bathed in her own magic. She explained somewhat awkwardly, her face slightly flushed.
"Anyway, I just used it subconsciously when I got excited... And didn't you learn how to use the other function of the Arm of Love in no time?"

"I'm just curious because I've witnessed your more immature side before."

Disappointed. I really don't want to admit it.

Mirad's reaction to this barrage of magic was indeed just that.

I had expected that Siolitta, being Lilim, would display some exquisite magical skills, but instead, the magic pouring down from the sky was so brutal.

Mirad instinctively activated the magic within his body to defend and break through, but the arm armor reacted even faster than him.

A stream of golden light burst forth from the sword of the sculptor, seemingly possessing a life of its own, and shielded his head, absorbing the magic of that instant and then redirecting it elsewhere!

The moment he saw it, Mirad realized that this was supposed to be an automatic reflection spell engraved inside his arm armor to counter instantaneous high-intensity magic.

But for some reason, this spell still stubbornly worked even when faced with continuously released magic, such as magic bombardment. The result was that the bright golden light that kept flashing above his head made Mirad look like his head was constantly glowing, like some kind of magic street lamp with poor magic connection... Siolitta couldn't help but laugh out loud several times.

Mirad's hard-won fighting spirit vanished completely because of this comical scene, and he lost all desire to continue fighting. He sighed helplessly, and the lock formed by the light blade dissipated.

"In short, Lord Mirad, it's good that you can understand the defensive capabilities of the Arm of Love! Flowing Light Returns and Sword of a Hundred Faces... These are the two core functions of the Arm of Love: defense and offense... If this continues, I'll probably have to get serious, this otherworld can't hold out any longer."

The beam of light from the magical attack vanished instantly, and the golden light that had been flashing above Mirad's head finally had a chance to rest, retreating back into his arm armor as if fleeing.

In terms of functionality, this arm armor is indeed quite good. If you get used to it, it might actually become a substitute for the Holy Sword.

The goals of testing and team cohesion have been achieved, so there's no reason to continue. While I'd also like to see what Hiolitta really brings to the table... the time is clearly not now. "...Thank you."

Even though Hyolita was a Lilim, it was still quite an effort for her to prepare such a thoughtful gift for him. Apart from a dry thank you, Mirad didn't know how to respond to her generous gift.

"Oh my god? Lord Mirad, you actually thanked me...?! Is it for the Arm of Love?! If so, can I be a little greedy and ask for some other reward, like another chance to command you, Lord Mirad, or something like that, hehehe..."

"Okay. Just like last time, as long as it's not too excessive."

Is this enough for the fans? Mirand wasn't sure. But he couldn't think of any other way to reciprocate at the moment.

"Hehehe, then I'd like Lord Mirard to hold me while I sleep tonight... No, not that, how about Lord Mirard give me a full-body massage? Well, that's not impossible either..."

Watching Hiolitta get excited and start dreaming about the future, Mirad sighed inwardly that she was indeed still an immature child. She had the strength to match the daughter of the Demon King, but not the temperament. He didn't know if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

The silence in the stands lasted only a few seconds, followed by thunderous cheers.

The researchers wept with joy, and even the dean, who rarely smiled, showed a barely perceptible smile!

"Delivered! Delivered!" "I told you a saint is a saint, one pass! Lord Mirad, I admire you!" "Honey, I can come home for dinner again today..." "Damn it, it's finally over..."

The commission that had tormented the Magic Development Department and the Magic Items Department for half a century finally came to an end today. Siolitta stared in disbelief as the researchers threw their white robes into the air, celebratory fireworks flew everywhere, and the wailing and howling of ghosts echoed for a long time.

"Am I really a bad customer? But I still want to commission them to make other things..."

“I advise you not to go to them at this time.” Obora walked down from the stands to their side. “Several researchers want to give you some extra gifts, Mirad. They are expressions of gratitude, blessings, and prayers… They know you are going to the White Wasteland today.”

"...Please thank them properly for me."

“No, you should do it yourself.” Obora made way, and the researchers behind her jumped down from the stands one after another, eager to shake hands with the hero who had removed the boulder from their hearts.

In the afternoon, beneath the cliffs of the white wasteland.

The gray-white cliffs that have remained unchanged for a thousand years are finally showing signs of change today.

"Lord Mirad, Your Highness, and Lady Obora... I wish you a safe journey."

Those who came to see them off included the gargoyle "Dedicated to Theano" and some residents of Miradria who had come spontaneously upon hearing the news. Many familiar faces were among the crowd: from the demon nun of the Church of the Lord God to Crete and his wife, and other researchers who had come from the research institute…

Mirad's decision was too sudden. Most residents thought that the saint had only arrived in the Demon Realm yesterday and must still be adapting to the environment. Therefore, the number of people present was not very large. They did not form a noisy crowd. They did not unfurl banners or shout slogans. They just stood quietly at the foot of the cliff, holding something in their hands.

From bread as food to garlands, and even some vintage wines... there are even some magical amulets made by themselves, all of which are quite exquisite.

"Go for it, Lord Mirad. If it's you, you can definitely take us back to Creteia."

"Even if you fail, it's okay! You've only been resurrected not long ago... There's still plenty of time, don't push yourself so hard, we can all wait..."

"The path to the upper levels of the wasteland has been confirmed to be stable. Please be extremely careful."

The wind from the Demon Realm's wilderness swept through the city, carrying the city's ringing bells down to the cliffside.

He nodded.

More than a thousand years later, I set foot on my homeland once again.

(End of this chapter)