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

Chapter 114 The White Wasteland (Part 2)

“We’ll head straight to the capital. We should arrive in about a day or two, and I’ll plan the route.”

Mirad saw Hiolitta extend her index finger, pointing it in a certain direction on the horizon, while muttering an onomatopoeic "whoosh whoosh whoosh."
Are you listening?

"Hmm... I was listening. I was just chasing away a nosy little bird. Since I don't know the exact coordinates of the capital, it's inconvenient to even use teleportation magic... Lord Mirad, if you would be willing to let me absorb your level and share your memories and knowledge with me, we can arrive very soon, right?"

Hiolitta licked her lips and gave a suggestive smile, a gesture that left Mirad unsure whether she was joking or genuinely making the suggestion.

Having spent so much time with the spoiled little girl-like Siolitta, Mirad had almost forgotten that Lilim was essentially just a more powerful succubus. Succubi naturally possessed the magic that succubi should know, especially the signature spell of level absorption.

"It will waste more time along the way. Whether in the past or now, I don't think the way level absorption magic works will change much for you monsters."

Leaving aside the safety and possibility of voluntarily having a Lilim use a level-absorbing spell on you… the distance from the border to the capital can be covered in a day or two by traveling. But if you let Siolitta do the level absorption, it might take four or five days. Mirad isn't unaware of the difference, "...This isn't the time for jokes."

"Let's ease the tension a bit~ Lord Mirad, you must have noticed those gazes too... We're not the only ones eyeing the Demon King, you know?"

Hiolitta laughed, lightly tapping her fingertip on Mirad's right arm, which was covered by a gauntlet. A triangular flag sprang from the back of Mirad's hand, and the silver flagpole fell into his grasp.

"Clang clang clang clang... Tour guide flag!"

The voice of Hiolitta came from the arm armor... along with the comical sound effects she made.

On the flag, a chibi-style blonde hero walks in front with a serious expression, followed by two much shorter but adorable monsters with childlike lines and bright colors.

…Was this drawn on the spot?
"So if we're late, someone else will beat us to it! Let's hurry up and set off! Lord Mirad, you can be our guide, and Bba the goat can be our pet. Today, I'm going on a picnic in the White Wasteland!"

“Who’s the pet…” Obora sighed almost imperceptibly.

In this almost absurd atmosphere, those nightmarish emotions were somewhat diluted, the heavy pressure in her heart was slightly lighter, and she had a chance to catch her breath a few more times.

...

But do I really deserve to enjoy a so-called relaxing and enjoyable outing?

She looked ahead, and saw Hiolitta bouncing along in her eyes, while Mirad was examining the little flag in his hand over and over... They were both waiting for her to get into the right mindset.

“…Let’s go.” Obora straightened her back and followed…At least for now, she couldn’t cause them any trouble.

"Hmm... It's all white here, white there, and even the floor is white... I'm getting a little tired of it! This kind of scene is only interesting when I'm in the same room with Lord Mirad!"

Hiolitta's enthusiasm lasted less than ten minutes before cooling down in the all-white environment.

flapping her wings, she followed closely behind Mirad, tugging at his sleeve. "Guide, please say something! If you keep keeping quiet, the whole group will run away!"

"...There's nothing to say."

Yes, there is. The hill they are currently passing is the very spot where Obola perished.

Baphomet is a monster extremely skilled at bewitching people. In Mirad's memory, there were steadfast clergymen who were deceived by Baphomet with sweet lies, betraying humanity and choosing to stand on the side of the monsters.

The former supreme deity, in order to empower his followers to protect themselves, bestowed upon the clergy a blessing: "The more devout and upright one is, the greater one's divine power will be." In a sense, the holy sword that Mirad received is a manifestation of this blessing; as long as his fighting spirit remains undiminished, the holy sword will reward him with even greater power.

Despite this, one priest was still seduced by Baphomet, and this blessing was studied and learned by this magically proficient monster... The final result was a blessing with reversed nature.

The more depraved and blasphemous, the more immoral, and the more rebellious against the doctrines of the scriptures, the more the power of evil expands.

In order to expand this blessing, Baphomet chose to deceive human women and distribute the power of corruption... Thus, the Sabas Order was established.

This is the origin and development of the Sabas Cult in Mirad's memory. How did this product, which combined heretical beliefs with anti-human nature, become... well, in its current form in modern times? He still can't figure it out.

"Your Highness, would you like to hear a story?"

Instead of riding the brooms commonly used by witches, Obora simply used her magic to cruise at high speed, keeping up with Siolitta and Mirad.

She had gradually calmed down, and every blade of grass and every tree that swept across her field of vision was incredibly familiar to her, as if an invisible force was pulling her back to this place, forcing her to confront the sins she had committed.

"There is a story..."

Obora looked at Mirad with hopeful eyes. After a moment's thought, Mirad understood and took out a hand mirror... Kissfield had last messaged ten minutes ago, taking a bunch of pictures of the food delivered to her cell and her clothes. Judging from her bright smile, she seemed to be in a good mood.

Mirad frowned and awkwardly wrote on the hand mirror with his finger, "Very good. Busy now. Will reply tonight if needed."

Unlike Kissfield, who mastered the mirror in just ten minutes, Mirad still hadn't gotten the hang of using it. Judging from the occasional messages Kissfield sent, he would sometimes accidentally touch the mirror during morning runs and training, sending her numerous drawings of the linings of his clothes.

Although he found it bothersome, Kissfield still replied with several simplified thumbs-ups, and then she began to send him a few slightly indecent drawings from time to time.

...I still can't quite understand what young girls are thinking.

Avoiding Hiolitta's prying eyes, who was trying to peek at what was on the mirror, Mirad completely shut off the mirror.

Using a hand mirror to convey a message is ultimately not very formal.

If Obola is truly determined to tell Kessfield the truth, it will most likely be face-to-face, so that he can personally experience the potential anger Kessfield might unleash.

Are you sure you're okay?

Mirad asked Obora one last time, "This time I won't give you five more minutes to adjust."

“No problem… Princess, you’ve been asking me about what happened back then for a long time, and now is a good opportunity. Please tell me, and I’ll fill in the gaps.”

(End of this chapter)