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

Chapter 126 "Long Time No See"

The next day, outside the capital of Creteia.

Using reminiscing about the past as a form of relaxation, their bodies no longer had the leisure to rest. They traversed the entire kingdom of Creteia along a near-straight route... In the end, Mirad, Obola, and Hiolitta arrived at their destination in just one night.

"Ah... I'm a little sleepy~ I want to use Lord Mirad as a body pillow and take a good nap..."

Hiolitta gave a fake yawn.

Halfway through the journey, she threw a tantrum, saying that her wings were too tired to keep going and that she would fall asleep if Lord Mirad didn't hug her!

So for the second half of the journey, she was held by the waist and tucked between the arms of Mirand, like a little rabbit caught by a falcon... The soft touch on her stomach reminded Mirand of the slime gel that Loran had given her.

"Approaching Sleeping Beauty's bed... the number of monsters around is starting to increase. Oh dear, everyone, there's no need to be so enthusiastic in seeing her off. Lord Mirad will bring Cretia back safe and sound~"

Following behind them were the monsters they had encountered along the way. The Medusas kept their distance from Mirad and his group, whispering in Cretean, a language Mirad hadn't heard in a long time.

In the old days, the Medusas, as servants of the Demon King, should have protected him and searched for enough food for his awakening... But now, they, who had been following Mirad and his party, seemed to be blocked outside the capital by something, and dared not even twist their serpentine bodies to get closer, stopping a hundred meters away.

The Medusas huddled together, whispering amongst themselves. Every now and then, they would turn their heads, along with their snakes, to look at Mirad and his group.

“…It really is him.” “He smells like His Majesty…I still remember that face.” “So we really have been dead for a thousand years…Rita is telling the truth. What’s happening in the outside world?” “Do they know about those annoying Heavenly Messengers?”

"Hmm! It sounds like someone has already beaten us to it, Lord Mirad?"

Hiolitta mimicked the way Medusas moved, twisting her waist and swaying her slender legs suspended in the air. "There is indeed the divine magic of the Supreme God hovering over the capital... and there is also this annoying feeling of being watched."

"...It's the Valkyrie."

Opola gazed into the depths of the sky, her brow furrowing slightly. "The other side has absolutely no intention of concealing their whereabouts... There are at least four Valkyries, and besides them, there should be other lower-ranking divine messengers."

"I know."

Mirad glanced in the direction of the dozens of Medusas, and they immediately scattered like birds and beasts, hiding behind buildings, with only the snake heads at the ends of their hair peeking out to spy. "They dare not enter the city; there is something inside that makes the Medusas hesitate."

As one of the superior species of Lamia, Medusa was once an extremely powerful monster. Ignoring her troublesome petrifying demonic eyes, her half-human, half-snake body was also exceptionally agile and strong. It was common to hear of entire armies being wiped out when they were defeated.

It could make dozens of Medusas hesitate to step into the city...

This must be preparation by the Valkyries to thwart the Demon King. Even though they are both under the command of the main god, Mirad isn't sure of their motives. If they simply want to kill the Demon King… perhaps they could negotiate and have them wait until the Demon King restores Cletea before making their move?

Thinking this through, Mirad did not hesitate and stepped straight into the wide-open city gate, carrying Hiolitta.

Special targets “Resurrected Saint”, “Sioulta” and “Baphomet the Madman” have been detected entering the alert range.

The primary task is about to begin.

The neutralization of targets "Siolitta" and "Baphomet the Madman" is expected to be completed in 1 hour, 14 minutes and 09 seconds.

The ceremony to receive the "Resurrected Saint" is expected to be completed in 1 hour, 27 minutes and 25 seconds.

Pantelekia requested permission to launch an attack.

"...Approved. All units shall immediately cease their current operations, contact Pantelekia, and update their primary mission objectives."

Sensing the gazes of the two demonic creatures piercing through the clouds, the Valkyrie narrowed her eyes. No words were needed, no announcement required.

She reached behind her and took down the giant bow, the bow itself carved from a withered branch of the ancient, lush tree in her hometown, entwined with seemingly still-living, immortal branches, radiating a verdant glow.

Memories of the past surged forth from the depths of my heart like a flood bursting its banks.

After leaving the Heavenly Realm, she couldn't help but recall the days she spent by his side, taking care of him.

...His eyes were lifeless, and the man, with one foot in the underworld, twitched his facial muscles, revealing a smile more painful than a grimace. He stroked his head... What else did he say next?
For thousands of years, she had ruminated on those words countless times in the celestial realm, sharpening each syllable until it could pierce her own skin.

"He's right below. If you want... you can simply land in front of him and ask him to pat your head again, ruffling your carefully styled hair. I'm sure he'd agree, right?"

"Please stop making such jokes. I've already said that I will put personal feelings aside from my mission... You don't need to test my attitude with such words."

With a gentle touch of his fingers to the bowstring, the phantom of the holy sword slowly appeared... It was a power based on unwavering faith, enough to tear the sky and the earth apart.

"You used to really like it,"

The divine voice in her ear persisted, recounting her past experiences as if in casual conversation. She had never known before that the supreme deity had been so concerned about her past.
"Back then you were young, and you would complain and grumble about that decadent so-called saint messing up your hair, but the next day you would carefully fix your hair, stand in front of him, and tilt your head back... full of anticipation... Oh dear..."

The Valkyrie closed her eyes. When she opened them again, those eyes, which should have been as azure as a lush ancient tree, had completely transformed into the brilliant golden color of burning holy flames.

Cold, pure. Free of impurities.

"That's why... I want to free him from that malicious curse."

The Valkyrie's long, pale green ponytail danced wildly in the violent air currents, like a battle flag fluttering in the wind.

Even when she was still in the mortal realm, she was already an unparalleled archer, and a single arrow she casually shot was enough to pierce through a mountain range.

Her thousand years in the divine kingdom were not wasted. The furnace of the heavens tempered her mortal body into a purer existence, and the divine radiance flowed in her blood. Therefore, although this arrow was just a greeting, it transcended the realm of the mortal!
The bowstring hums.

The phantom of the holy sword transformed into a streak of light, which shot out of the bowstring. The power it contained violently tore through the clouds, making the thick sea of ​​clouds seem to be peeled away by an invisible giant hand, revealing the breathtakingly blue sky behind it...

This also removed all barriers between her and him.

They could see each other's expressions, and their gazes finally met again after a thousand years.

“...Milad.”

Her lips moved silently.

This greeting had been brewing in her chest for so long that every word had grown thorns, stinging with a bloody pain as it cut through her throat.

She had imagined countless ways to start their reunion.

Perhaps she would question him about why he was involved with demons, perhaps she would coldly recite divine pronouncements, or perhaps... she would say nothing at all, but just quietly walk to his side as before, tiptoe and jump up to brush the dust off his shoulders, and then run to the stove to prepare food for him.

In the end, all those words were condensed into just these seven characters.

haven't seen you for a long time.

(End of this chapter)