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

Chapter 130 Love That Runs in Opposite Directions (Part 2)

"Whoa, I'm so shocked I forgot to dodge! A monster born of filthy desire?"

The relentless rain of sword light lasted for nearly a minute. The light slashes, without any blind spots or gaps, covered the space where Lilim was located, turning that area into a dead zone where holy magic flowed wildly.

Rielmegel breathed slightly, her wings folded, and the rough holy sword in her hand, resembling a stone tool, pointed diagonally at the ground. Her golden pupils, filled with holy flames, were fixed on the center where the magical turbulence and the scorching flames intertwined.

She knew Lilim's power all too well, and would never naively believe that a simple saturation attack could completely eliminate one of Lilim's enemies. Her divinely forged armor gleamed with a warm luster, yet Rielmegel's heart was filled with unease.

The light stream slowly dimmed, and the membrane wings fanned away the floating magical light spots.

The imagined figure, either disheveled or furiously retaliating, did not appear.

Lilim hovered in the air, her posture unchanged.

She simply lowered her head slightly, the ends of her silver hair curling and charring slightly from the scorching light of the sword. Her long hair, hanging down like a curtain, covered most of her face, but her elegant swirls remained untouched by dust, clearly visible in the lingering glow.

"It's not resurrection, but extremely rapid regeneration... That doesn't make sense. After the body dies, the soul is not bound to it. If there is only regeneration, then what is resurrected after complete death is just an empty shell without a soul."

Hiolitta looked up; her sunglasses had vanished, replaced by a heavy, open book floating before her. The pages turned, and on the once pristine white paper, sharp, golden characters were continuously written.

She murmured to herself, her voice not loud, but loud enough to reach Rielmegel's ears.

"unless…"

"Unless! His soul is fixed to his body by an extremely vile curse. Even if his body perishes, his soul will not enter the underworld, but will cling to a few bone fragments or bloodstains invisible to the naked eye, slowly, slowly, waiting for the body to fully regenerate!"

The Valkyrie interrupted her loudly, and Rielmegel coldly glanced down at Lilim, who claimed to be his number one fan. A fan… yet she didn't even know something like this… No wonder, he hadn't intended to reveal the truth to anyone else, not even himself…

She gripped the hilt of the holy sword tightly. The gesture that had once brought her a sense of security now only reminded her of the brave warrior, resolute in the face of death, who repeatedly rose from his grave to unleash his sword against the demons with a resolute desire for self-destruction.

"In this city beneath your feet, he lost his friends, his beloved, and even his home and the people he trusted! To drag him back to the world after losing everything and his heart turning to ashes, and to make him witness similar tragedies repeating themselves again and again, how could the Lord God bestow such a cruel and inhumane blessing?"

Long, long ago, a young elf met a saint who had died and was now just an empty shell.

Saints always appear gentle and kind in public, but spirits, who are naturally in harmony with life and nature, can see at a glance the intense, unyielding death intent in their hearts.

She asked him when he had last eaten.

The saint smiled, merely ruffled her carefully styled hair, then picked up her sword and rushed to the front lines.

...That time, all that was sent back was a small section of shinbone covered with hideous teeth marks, with fine blood vessels and tendons slowly growing back.

It took him three years to resurrect him.

From then on, the elf began to urge the saint to eat and wash properly, and every night she would try to tell him stories she had heard from travelers, hoping to ignite his anticipation for life.

Soon, the young elf's cooking skills reached perfection, and he became completely proficient in caring for people. He could even treat the most gruesome and terrifying wounds on his own.

But the saint still smiled and resolutely headed towards death and destruction.

When did he begin to lose control of his own destiny?

Swept up by the torrent of people's visions and expectations, crushed by the mountains of their own guilt and remorse.

He transformed into an idol devoid of emotion, who only knew how to wield the holy sword in his hand to save the people.

When she first helped collect his remains, she cried uncontrollably, her tender face smeared with snot and tears, her usually beautiful eyes swollen shut like two walnuts. She saw more and more horrifying, tragic, and gruesome deaths. Complete or incomplete corpses, she witnessed, and her initial heart-wrenching grief slowly transformed into a bone-deep numbness.

Why did she want to rekindle his hope for life?
She picked up his broken skull, collected the scattered brain matter, scooped it up with her hands, and carefully placed it inside.

Was that really a blessing? Why can't he go and rest?

She knelt amidst the mountain of corpses, her once pristine white robe now stained with filth, her delicate hands mangled and bloodied from digging through the piles of demonic carcasses, all in an effort to find a single, possibly surviving, finger bone.

Why are you unwilling to stop and leave that battlefield that devours everything?

She picked up her arms, which were riddled with holes from being gnawed, and vented her anger by brutally killing the monsters. She then took out the undigested remains from their bellies, not caring that her own legs were corroded by the acid in her stomach and intestines to the point where the bones were visible.

Wouldn't it be better to just sleep? Isn't the peaceful sleep of death tempting?
She hugged his lower back, pleading with him again and again in a tearful voice not to rush to the front lines.

There are other heroes already there. Everyone has become stronger, so you don't need to rush to sacrifice yourself.

Please, get some sleep. I made you Cretean soup and roast meat…

Each time she died, she prayed to the highest heavens and to the Lord God.

This... can hardly be considered a blessing; it's utterly unreasonable, the most vicious curse.

If you can hear him, then let him rest in peace in his grave.

Mirad.

please.

please.

Have a bite to eat.

Have a good rest.

Stop the sacrifices.

Don't bring him back to life.

Please, stop living for us. You've done enough...enough...to let go...

"Don't you understand? You're just a monster blinded by your own fan filter!"

Rielmegel's roar tore through memories, carrying with it a heart-wrenching pain.
"What he needed was not to live well, but to rest in peace once and for all. He had fought the terrible battle, he had paid the price for his life, and he had held fast to the faith until his death! The gates of heaven have long been opened for him, where eternal peace and the crown of righteousness are reserved for him!"

Rielmegel raised her holy sword high, its blade aimed at Siolitta, who had remained silent since the beginning. The holy flames burned even more fiercely in her eyes, as if to incorporate all the suffering she had witnessed into the next strike.

"I have no expectations of a creature like you, whose mind is filled with filthy desires, but if there is even a shred of truth left in your heart..."

The Valkyrie's voice was resolute, carrying an unyielding determination.
"Then don't stand in my way! Abandon the false stars you seek, and let me fulfill my final duty: to guide his weary soul into heaven! To grant him the eternal rest he deserves!"

“…I see. No wonder…Professor Obora acted so strangely before, she must have noticed something.”

Hiolitta suddenly chuckled, her long, slender white tail swaying behind her. "Compared to Lord Mirad, you really are more like me, Miss Rielmegel! Not only do we like the same person, but we're also exactly the same in our one-sided love and selfishness!"

(End of this chapter)