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

Chapter 131 Love That Runs in Opposite Directions (Part 2)

"I knew a long, long time ago that I was just pushing Lord Mirad along on my own wishful thinking!"

The thick books in front of her rustled through the pages, revealing countless portraits of Mirad she had drawn herself, painted with obvious fan-filtered images, ranging from radiant grandeur to private fantasies she preferred not to share.

"As Miss Riel Meyer said, there is always a chasm between idols and fans, and the gaze directed at each other is obscured by a fog called fan worship..."

Of course, Hiolitta knew that she was selfish.

She took it upon herself to threaten the girls of the monastery, forcing Lord Mirad to sign a contract with her; she followed him like a shadow, recording every moment he inadvertently revealed his charm, and at other times she jumped in front of him, trying to guide him through the new world where humans and demons could dance together; she... she hoped that he could let go of the hatred and resentment in his heart, break free from the shackles called "Saint," and embrace a more perfect ending.

Even if the methods are not honorable, even if the process is somewhat forced.

She saw the brilliance of the stars, the instinct to fight for others that never completely extinguished even in the face of dire straits, the gentle afterimage that could not be erased even by countless deaths. She was deeply drawn to this light. At the same time, she wanted to do something in her own way to make this star truly, truly continue to shine.

Rielmegel glimpsed the coldness of the Star Rock, a star core formed from countless deaths, endless suffering, and inescapable bonds. It was not hot, only cold and lifeless. Therefore, she wished to extinguish it completely, granting it eternal slumber.

Although Rielmeyer buried it deep in her heart, at this moment, two completely different kinds of love truly collided here.

"Many times... I'm blinded by that fog and blind enthusiasm, and I can't see what the stars really look like."

Siolitta abruptly changed the subject, a slightly complicated smile appearing on her face. She turned the book around and gently stroked its cover, as if calming her restless heart.
"After everything in Cretia was over, I did think about temporarily stepping away from being a fan and interacting with Lady Mirad under a different identity, you know? Sigh, now that I think about it, I, as a so-called fan, really did a lot of willful and self-righteous things... I even ignored the wishes of my idol herself. I was really selfish and wishful thinking, wasn't I, Miss Rielmegel?"

"so what?"

Rielmeyer's response was cold and swift.

Despite being perceived as selfish and willful, her golden pupils remained unwavering, showing only pure, almost instinctive rejection.

"Don't confuse me with you. You haven't even grasped the truth of his most fundamental pain and curse, yet you presume to define 'love' based solely on conjecture and fanatical possessiveness... And here you are now, putting on airs and spouting pretty words?"

“Oh my~”

Hiolitta deliberately drew out her words, and the book slowly closed in front of her, its dark gold patterns flowing across the cover. Far from backing down, she seemed to have discovered something amusing, a sly smile curving her lips.

"You haven't denied your own selfishness. It seems you agree with my point of view deep down. After all, we're both using the guise of 'doing what's best for him,' but we're both forcing him in our own ways, aren't we?"

Hiolitta's voice was cheerful and lighthearted. The process of popping the bubble of purity and dignified innocence that Miss Rielmegel had created, revealing the true heart hidden behind the colorful bubbles, was more interesting than she had imagined.

“You know Lord Mirad won’t grant your request for guidance, right? He’s been wandering the world for so long… If he wants to find peace, he can simply let his physical body perish upon his resurrection. Although he will still wake up from time to time, he can just let his physical body perish again.”

"But he didn't do that, not even once. That's the kind of person he is—he wakes up, takes his sword, and heads to where people are suffering, to the next battlefield that will always be there. You should know him better than I do, right? Would he really accept the eternal peace you offer?"

Rielmegel's hand holding the sword tightened almost imperceptibly.

"Ah."

A short laugh escaped from the Valkyrie's lips.

“I once had the same idea as you, to rekindle his passion for life and to live. I thought I could help him find the meaning of 'Milad's' existence... but it's all gone. His past is buried in the wasteland beneath our feet.”

The food he swallowed failed to warm his heart; the story he told all night failed to penetrate his soul; and no matter how hard she tried, her eyes were always filled with death, guilt, and self-blame.

"So I eventually gave up."

Riel Megel's voice lowered, "Because I finally understand that for him, continuing to live is an endless torture. Every breath, every heartbeat, reminds him of what he has lost, what he cannot get back, and the heavy burden he must continue to bear as a lone survivor."

Sensing its master's turbulent emotions, the holy sword's hum grew clearer, and the radiance on its blade flickered rhythmically like a beating heart, gradually solidifying.

“I admit it too…” Hiolitta did not refute. She simply sighed softly, her membrane wings fluttering slightly, creating a weak airflow that ruffled her silvery-white hair.

"Lord Mirad probably really needs a long, long rest... without having to think about anything, without having to save anyone, without having to bear any responsibility... He carries too heavy a burden; sometimes I can't even breathe when I see him like this. If we rescue everyone in Creteia, he should obediently go and rest for a while, right?"

"A monster hoping another monster will step in to help rescue the people of Creteia, thus healing the hero's wounds... Ha, how ridiculous. Is that all the false hope you've given him, making him push the millstone like a donkey with a carrot dangling over its head?"

Rielmegel retorted that the primary task this time had always been to guide the Saint back to the Celestial Realm, and that the culprit, Medusa the Demon King... could only be considered a secondary objective.

She unconsciously rubbed the hilt of the sword. For thousands of years, she knew every engraving and every angle on the blade of this holy sword well, her fingertips lingering on a recess in the hilt.

In a daze, Rielmegel heard Mirad's inhuman howls again, the first time she had followed him onto the battlefield… After entrusting her body to necromancy, that man transformed into the most ferocious and terrifying ghost on the battlefield. His shrieks terrified demons and made her tremble. Perhaps it was from that moment that she no longer wanted to keep him in this world.

When she received the report from her teammates, she thought that Hiolitta was just a monster whose nature was hard to change and who was trying to deceive the saint, whose brain was occupied by its lower body.

But after a conversation, although Rielmegel herself was unwilling to admit it, she did see a reflection of herself from a thousand years ago in Siolitta.

He firmly believed that he could redeem him, change him, and pull him out of the mire of the past.

I firmly believe that he can enjoy a good life like everyone else.

But in the end, I still couldn't accomplish anything.

"I'm not offering false hope. Just consider it some superstition... that good deeds are rewarded, and Lord Mirad will surely have a perfect, complete, and entirely happy ending!"

The two people high in the sky fell silent.

They are all selfish.

One wanted to end his suffering with eternal death, even if it went against the inertia of his remaining life and his sense of responsibility as a hero.

Someone wants to use a new life to carry on his past, even if it means ignoring the truth that his heart may already be riddled with holes, and wants him to show a genuine smile again.

But at this moment, they both understood the path each other had chosen.

It wasn't purely possessiveness or malice, but rather a twisted yet profound obsession stemming from the same origin.

The heavy book in front of Siolitta opened silently once more, the monster's magic began to gather, and the words on the pages began to writhe as if they were alive. The smile on her face vanished, replaced by a calm resolve.

"It seems that the boundaries that language can reach have come to an end."

Rielmegel did not answer, but slowly raised the holy sword to her chest. Her wings fully unfurled, and holy flames ignited from every inch of her reforged armor, the light in her golden pupils as intense as the midday sun.

No further explanation is needed.

Their beliefs have already clashed.

The road is right beneath your feet.

Only by using each other's strength can we achieve our respective goals...

"Sacred Relic Ex Caliber - A Divinely Granted Artifact"

"Devildom of the Unripe Crown: Star-chasing Reverie"

The holy light clashed with the unfolding demon realm.

(End of this chapter)