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

Chapter 115 Baphomet's Madness
"Get me dressed."

The pale, milky morning light filtered through the windowpane, scattering across the girl's pale golden hair, making her already gorgeous and smooth hair even more radiant.

Orpheus squinted his sleepy eyes and opened his mouth to let out a long, soft yawn.

She didn't notice at all that the movement caused the blankets to slip off her shoulders, exposing large areas of her fair skin, delicate collarbones, and the undulating lines of her lower body that were vaguely outlined by the thin nightgown... all of which were unreasonably exposed to the eyes of the man standing stiffly in front of the bed.

"……what?"

Mirad felt a rush of heat to his head, his cheeks and ears burning. He almost frantically looked away, his gaze darting frantically between the carpet, the windowpanes, and the ceiling.

But no matter where he turned, the edge of his vision always caught that blinding whiteness, ruthlessly invading his senses.

"No, put your clothes on first... wait..."

Under Ophie's indifferent gaze, his overreaction became a mistake. "Can't you dress yourself?"

He had originally intended to remind the princess in distress to wake up and attend the mobilization meeting for the campaign against Baphomet, so she wouldn't miss it...

Why does this happen?

"...You went through something like this on the morning you killed me?"

Obora's expression was strange, her small mouth slightly open. She looked at Mirad, who was lost in memories, and hesitated, as if she wanted to say something. Finally, she couldn't help but say in an incredulous tone, "Such trivial matters don't need to be explained in such detail..."

"What do you know, you goat bba!"

Hiolitta immediately retorted,

"While you're still dwelling on the past, I've already been diligently studying my future adversaries! Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will never be defeated! Lord Mirad, please continue!"

She smiled kindly, took Mirand's right arm, and said in a sweet voice with a rising tone at the end, "Don't mind this clueless goat! Tell me, how did you dress that young lady who can't even take care of herself? Hmm? I'm interested in every step... You took off her pajamas first, right? Where did your fingertips touch first, Lady Mirand? What were you thinking when you felt the lingering warmth on the clothes...?"

"Wow, this even has classic romantic comedy plots to listen to."

Logan chuckled and nudged Mirad on the shoulder. The swordsman's eyes had returned to normal after a period of rest, and he was now full of energy and running around everywhere again.

Ignoring the piercing gaze of Bishop Patrice, the meeting's chair, Logan calmly chatted with Mirand in hushed tones.

"And then what? Hmm? You're not really that dense, you just threw the clothes in her face and told her to put them on herself, are you? Seriously, buddy, don't be so unreasonable..."

"...I helped her get dressed."

Mirad responded in a muffled voice, his fingers unconsciously twisting together under the table. He could almost still feel the soft skin of the girl's arm against his fingertips, and her cool, porcelain-like body temperature.

All of this was out of place with the solemn environment they were in.

“Listen carefully to what the old man has to say, you two. What he’s about to say is really important.”

Ryan tapped the table in front of Mirad with a helpless gesture, indicating that they had really gone too far. As one of the three heroes of Cretia, he had just returned to the capital after finishing his mission to maintain the shipping route when he heard the news of the start of the Demon King's Crown Prince War. He hadn't slept well since then, and his once-proud crimson hair was now dry and split.

"We'll talk about the love story later. I'm also very curious about what adventures you had while we were away, little Mirad, but let's hear what the bishop has to say first."

His partner Chloe... the last of the three heroes, smiled gently and tucked a strand of blue hair behind her ear.

With these reminders from their seniors, they realized that they and Logan had indeed been too flamboyant.

Logan obediently shut his mouth, and Mirand forced himself to focus his gaze forward.

Orpheus sat at the other end of the long table, facing him directly. She was now a completely different person from the helpless girl she had been that morning. Although her reasoning was that servants should do servant's work… judging from the way Orpheus wore her pajamas backwards, this girl probably genuinely didn't know how to dress herself.

So Mirad simply closed his eyes and helped her get dressed.

As it turned out, he was too naive, failing to use his visual senses to help others dress... and the consequences were predictable.

In the end, Mirand realized that the claim that depriving one of sight would make the other senses more acute had a considerable degree of credibility.

Mirad wasn't very good at braiding hair, so her long, pale blonde hair was simply tied back, revealing her smooth forehead and slender neck. She wore a well-tailored white robe and looked focused.

His pale white eyes followed Bishop Patrice's every move, listening intently as he announced the detailed battle plan for the campaign against Baphomet. His focus carried a scrutinizing quality.

"……In summary,"

The old man's voice was steady and powerful, echoing in the now quiet council hall, "The target individual... the one who spreads madness, Baphomet, whose name is Obola. He has been observed by multiple forces to have fought with several crown princes, and the Supreme God has also issued a divine decree. In short, through the joint confirmation of the Academy and the Supreme God Order, he is the seventh Demon King Crown Prince to appear."

A suppressed commotion arose in the hall. News of the matter had already circulated among the higher-ups, but Bishop Patrick's confirmation still brought a tremendous shock.

How could a monster of that level be wandering along the border of Kretia?

Having just the Dragon King's heir was already bad enough. The corpse that Mirad brought back was confirmed by the academy, which commented that if Logan hadn't been able to accurately hit the dragon's Achilles' heel, given Mirad's Blessing and the Dragon King's pseudo-kingly demonic realm, they might have fought each other to the point where neither could kill the other... until the entire kingdom's magic was drained.

And now another one? Kreteia really is just a small country with little military capability, only managing to hold on until now thanks to its three heroes…

The old man raised his hand to silence the murmurs and continued.
"The danger is beyond doubt. Using fake gold bars, the 'fool's gold' mentioned in the report, to incite greed and stir up internal strife is just the prelude. We have just received an urgent military report from the front..."

He paused, his gaze sweeping across the faces of everyone present, and emphasized, "Yesterday evening, Obora hijacked an entire convoy of prison vans transporting death row inmates to the border fortress in the Bit Mountains."

Mirad's brow furrowed involuntarily.

"Given that the battle for the Demon King has now reached a fever pitch, whether the birth of the Demon King can be prevented is still an unknown... War is imminent."

The old man continued to explain, “The serious criminals, political prisoners, and even death row inmates sentenced to death but not yet executed, held in the country’s major prisons are all very unstable factors, and their continued presence within the country poses a very high risk. Therefore, the king ordered that these prisoners be transferred to a fortress located behind the border, so that they can serve as laborers and also eliminate internal threats to the greatest extent possible.”

The miniature explosive magic inscribed on the prisoners' necks is supposed to effectively prevent mutiny. But it seems the soldiers escorting them may not have had a chance to activate it yet.

...Now, these prisoners who are hostile to the country have most likely received the Fool's Gold from Baphomet, and the mad power is driving them down the path of blasphemy.

The old man pointed to the map behind him and emphasized the location representing the Bit Mountain area.
"Before they cause greater destruction and integrate into a more powerful force... we must annihilate this corrupt army along with their leader, the monster."

(End of this chapter)