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

Chapter 116 Mass Transfer
"Coordinates have been calibrated! No obstructions confirmed, and the texture remains intact!"

"First infusion of magic... The first transfer is expected to take place in thirty minutes... Please prepare for battle."

The strategic meeting had concluded. They were standing in the center of the plaza in front of the academy, the scholars pacing back and forth with furrowed brows, conducting a final check on the teleportation magic circle on the ground.

The berserk army of Baphomet had not yet reached the fortress, and therefore the transfer magic circle engraved inside the fortress could still operate smoothly, its patterns slowly filling with magic and emitting a faint glow. Even scholars who usually had disagreements shook hands and made peace, jointly transferring magic into the circle to ensure its smooth operation. Those who had handled the most monster corpses knew better than anyone which personal grudges or the greater good mattered more.

"May the Lord God bless you... my children. I originally wanted to go with you, but that old man Rillian stopped me. Sigh... come here, let me give you a blessing."

Bishop Patrice addressed the king by his first name without any hesitation, which was not surprising to anyone present. Everyone knew that the two were childhood playmates who grew up together, and their relationship was so good that the bishop once invited the king to take off his shirt with him to demonstrate the benefits of faith in God and enthusiasm for physical exercise.

...Of course, the king is a negative example.

"Are you nervous? It's only your second time fighting monsters, and you have to face a crown prince like Obora."

Mirad had just received the miracle of the bishop's power and looked at Logan, who was standing bowed before Bishop Patrice.

As a hero, Mirad doesn't really need this kind of blessing that can only raise his power to the limit of mortals. Giving himself this blessing before battle in the past was just a habit.

But for Logan, a stranger who has not yet been chosen by the gods, more strength means more assurance of victory.

"It's as if the first person I faced wasn't the Crown Prince..."

Logan clenched his fists instinctively, feeling the power surging within him. "Wow, is this the miracle of power? I feel like I could punch a Minotaur to death right now."

Logan raised his hand and inspected the magic gun in his hand.

After the last time I sniped the dragon, the long-barreled gun that was designed for long-range shooting was completely destroyed.

The three guns commissioned from the dwarven craftsmen were all given different uses, from short-range single-shot firing to launching explosive magic to mid-range sniping... The one he was holding now was a modified version of the magic gun used for short-range single-shot firing.

After all, even with the miracle of power, Logan's combat experience was still overwhelmingly insufficient. If it weren't for the gray-haired swordsman's strong insistence and the fact that the latter had indeed played a role in the dragon's conquest, Mirad wouldn't have wanted to bring him to the battlefield.

A few days ago, he and Logan worked overtime to produce another bullet engraved with demon-slaying incantations. Logan's task was to roam the edge of the battlefield looking for a suitable sniping opportunity to see if he could get the bullet into Baphomet's brain.

Mirad could see Logan's fingertips trembling slightly; the other man was far from being as composed as he appeared.

In fact… even Mirad himself didn’t quite understand why his old friend, whom he had picked up on the beach, insisted on going into battle.

"No one will blame you if you don't go."

Upon hearing this, Logan slowly raised his hand, brushed the sweat-dampened gray hairs from his forehead behind his ear, and grinned.

"Because I'm a stranger in a foreign land, I have no responsibility to defend my country. So I can watch my friends rush to the battlefield with a clear conscience, while I stay in the safe rear, drinking wine and eating bread, comforting myself by saying, 'I'm just an ordinary person, what help could I possibly be if I went?'"

"Dude, you've been with me for so long and you still don't understand what kind of person I am? I also really miss the food, family, and entertainment industry of my hometown, and the exams I haven't had a chance to take yet... Sigh, missing this seems a bit off... Anyway, I think this place is pretty cool too, with heroes, epics, gods, magic, elves, and that damn demon king. And if I really can't go back... then this place will be my second home, won't it?"

"So what's wrong with fighting for your hometown?"

“Little Logan is right… Actually, everyone has long considered you family, so brave little Logan, quickly pick up your magic gun and create another miracle!” Chloe, with her shoulder-length blue hair, approached Logan silently from behind, her footsteps as swift as a jellyfish adrift in the air. She put her index finger to her lips, signaling Mirad not to remind Logan. Her words startled Logan, who clutched his magic gun tightly and covered his chest.
"Croak! Don't scare me!"

"Just kidding... Actually, I'm not really in favor of you joining the fight, Logan, because you're such a coward. You get startled even when someone talks to you from behind, right? But Ryan said you could give it a try..."

“He volunteered for the mission himself, which means he’s determined. I believe Logan’s decision wasn’t impulsive. And to be talking about this when we’re almost on the battlefield… Mirard, you should have more faith in the friend you brought back.”

Ryan wore a gladiator's armor, which was less of an armor and more of a symbol of slaughter and glory. The rough leather and dark copper plates only protected the chest and abdomen, while the armpits and neck, areas that could be fatal on the battlefield, were left completely exposed to the air.

But the man didn't care at all.

"Mutual trust, cooperation, and entrusting each other's backs—that's what makes good comrades-in-arms!"

"……I know."

It was certainly wrong to question Logan's intentions before the war.

Mirad looked at his best friend with an apologetic gaze, and received a middle finger in return, equally apologetic.

"Don't underestimate the brains of high school seniors, Mirand! Calculating bullet velocity and drop is a piece of cake. All you have to do is pull the trigger, and you're guaranteed to hit every time!"

"I don't understand what you're saying."

"Sigh... If you ever encounter danger, little Logan, you must run away without looking back. Lord Poseidon and the Supreme God will bless you."

Chloe closed her eyes slightly; she was actually more concerned about the princess who hadn't uttered a word during the meeting than Logan.

And now, the girl, whose name was supposedly Orpheus, sat on the steps not far away, sitting upright and looking straight ahead in their direction without blinking. Her eyes were empty and unreadable, like a cold and beautiful sculpture.

...It should be fine, right?

"Little Mirad...? Could you look after that girl a little more? I feel she's a bit too lonely... If you take care of her, perhaps you can keep her a little warmer?"

"Hmm...huh?"

Mirad shuddered, his mind filled with the erotic scene from this morning. His face flushed crimson, and he coughed a few times, repeatedly saying that he had actually been taking care of Orpheus.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk..."

Logan grinned slyly, “…I’m on official orders to pick up girls.”

"I've already told you I don't understand what you're saying..."

The faint light flowed along the transfer magic patterns imprinted on the ground, and finally the entire magic circle burst into a dazzling white light, the brightness of which had reached a point that could no longer be ignored.

"Magic charging complete, transfer ready."

(End of this chapter)