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

Chapter 121 Gift
"and many more……"

Hyolitta abruptly stopped her wings, creating a small whirlwind. Her sudden stop forced Mirad, whose arm she was holding tightly, to halt his journey as well.

She seemed still reeling from the information-packed story, her long eyelashes fluttering. After a long pause, she asked in a near-dreamy tone, "Lord Mirad, do you mean that you've been on friendly terms with a beautiful, well-built girl who clearly has feelings for you... and that you've only ever considered her a close friend with whom you can confide anything...?"

"Yes... what's wrong? Loran and I were both adopted by Bishop Patrice. In a sense, she could even be considered my sister..."

Mirad was completely baffled. "My relationship with her... is not what you're imagining and speculating right now. I don't think Luo Geng would have that thought either."

He did indeed live and eat with Luo Gen for a period of time; that was the time when they studied how to imprint demon-slaying incantations onto bullets together.

In that cramped workshop filled with parts and drafts, Luo Gen could confidently sway around in front of him wearing only a light tank top, sweat dripping down her firm waistline... This was clearly a sign that she regarded him as a reliable comrade-in-arms, and he naturally looked at her with the same eyes that regarded her as a friend, without any desire.

Hiolitta's mouth opened and closed, a thousand thoughts reaching her lips but unable to form a single word. Her hesitant expression resembled that of a goldfish thrown ashore, futilely blowing bubbles. "Professor Obora... what do you think?"

"No wonder the 'Fantasy Golden Heart' drama only affected you for a few seconds back then; it turns out that's where things went wrong."

After Mirad finished telling the story, Obora finally understood the key point. The two soft, woolly goat ears twitched, and in their calm, gleaming golden eyes, there was neither regret nor remorse, only a sense of acceptance of everything.

…It's really good that I was seen through by him and died by his sword.

"Whoa... This goat bba is unconsciously stroking her neck again... especially when she seems nonchalant on the surface, but who knows what she's thinking inside. Lady Mirad, I'm telling you myself, her little gold mine has been flooded, you know? If you smell something sweet, you can smell it, right? That's... oh—"

Hiolitta covered her two firm, upturned little peach-like flesh, and Lilim, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, subconsciously tensed up and flew slightly higher.

Obola slowly opened and closed her claws, giving her disciple who was talking nonsense a light tap on the buttocks.

After being spanked by the expressionless Obora, Hiolitta bit her lower lip, looked back at her with teary eyes, feeling wronged and sad, "I didn't say anything wrong! Teacher, if you keep punishing your students, even Lord Mirad will be unable to resist staying away from you!"

Upon hearing this, Obola looked at Milad, and after receiving a shake of her head in denial, she immediately felt relieved.

She turned her gaze back to Hiolitta, her voice calm yet carrying an undeniable certainty.

"My sins are not yet atoned, he will not leave."

"...I can't say whether you, Professor Obora, or Lord Mirad, are more honest."

Before the next slap came, Hiolitta had already run to a position that Obola couldn't reach, prying open her eyelids and making faces.

...Honest, huh?
Mirad couldn't help but chuckle awkwardly.

Back then, it was Luo Gen herself who went to great lengths to promise herself that she would help herself confront her feelings for Orpheus.

"Dude, this is the fifth time today that you've walked past my workshop like a headless fly and then not come in."

Luo Ran leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching the figure lingering in the doorway with amusement. She didn't even stop wiping the gun barrel; she simply tilted her head to look at Mirard.
“Say what you want to say, don’t be shy. No matter how embarrassed you are, I won’t laugh at you, brother… at most I’ll laugh for three days, and then the theater will have to rehearse overnight.”

After the day we defeated Baphomet, it seemed like something had pried open a crack in this block of wood, and he had become a little bit more perceptive.

This was specifically evident in his usual attitude towards Orpheus. He even started to proactively show concern and care for her!

When Loren first heard Mirand stammeringly ask Orpheus how the temperature was and whether she needed to put on another layer of clothing, she was drinking water with her head tilted back and almost spat it out. She choked and coughed repeatedly, and tears welled up in her eyes.

After finally catching his breath, he looked him up and down for a while before he was sure that the man was not possessed by any other strange thing and did not need to be sent for exorcism.

"It's... about Orpheus."

"How fresh it is!"

Luo Gen's eyes, which had just lit up, instantly dimmed again, like a candle flame extinguished by the wind. She looked back at the gun in her hand, thinking to herself, "I actually still had a sliver of naive hope that this blockhead in front of me would think about me... Sure enough, he came to ask that cold and aloof princess."

"Does your heart feel warm and your lips curl into a smile when you see her? Do you become anxious when you can't see her? Do you feel uncomfortable seeing other men approaching her?"

Before Mirad could answer a barrage of questions, Luo Gen patted him on the shoulder and grinned mischievously, "You're poisoned, buddy, poisoned by something called love. You're beyond saving, just wait to die."

"How do you know so much... No, that's not right, I don't like her... I just sometimes can't let her go..."

Mirad's corrections seemed far too weak and ineffective... It was clear he knew this himself, his voice grew softer and softer, and the blush on his face became more and more pronounced.

"Come on, look me in the eyes, buddy. You'd better be honest with me about the next question; it's about your lifelong happiness."

Suddenly, Luo Ran's joking expression vanished, and she stood up straight. Her serious demeanor made Mirand frown. He instinctively straightened his back, and his expression also became serious.

"Tell me, and I will try my best to answer honestly."

"Alright. First of all, when you saw that girl with her arms outstretched towards you that morning, and when your fingertips accidentally touched a place she shouldn't have while changing clothes, did your holy sword accumulate magic power?"

"...?" The moment he understood, Mirad froze, opened his mouth, but couldn't make a sound.

Seeing his embarrassed state, almost to the point of fainting, Luo Gen smiled slightly. "If you don't say anything, I'll take it as you having something. Don't be shy. It's normal for a man your age to have his Holy Sword ready at any moment to accumulate magic power at the slightest sign of trouble. If you don't react at all when you see a beautiful view, I'll start to wonder if your Holy Sword is no longer useful... cough."

"Aren't you a year or two younger than me...?"

"Oh dear, the entertainment industry is more developed in my hometown, so I'm more knowledgeable and experienced."

Luo Gen waved her hand dismissively, as if brushing away some unimportant dust. She turned and walked to a box piled with odds and ends, bending down to rummage through it. Her voice was muffled as she said, "Anyway, if you've come here because of something you've been accumulating but can't get rid of... I happen to have a gift for you."

"...I didn't come for that...but what is the gift you mentioned?"

Mirad looked at Loran and carefully took out a cylindrical object from the box.

The thing had a translucent, azure-blue appearance that allowed him to see its rugged, tunnel-like structure and its wobbly appearance, which clearly indicated it was very elastic.

He blinked in confusion, his face filled with pure bewilderment and curiosity.

(End of this chapter)