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

Chapter 136 Selfishness
“You’ve already admitted in your heart… that you’re selfish. What that monster said was right, you’re absolutely certain of it. Someone like him would never abandon the people in the world who are hoping for his help and follow you to heaven.”

As the wind whistled past my ears, that familiar divine voice rang out once more... clear and serene, like melting snow.

...I'm sorry, Lord God. I failed to complete the task you assigned me, and I failed to bring him back to Heaven.

Rielmegel murmured to herself. She clutched the holy sword tightly, her body falling steadily under the pull of gravity, the shattered divine armor trailing scattered fragments of light in the air.

The moment the holy light touched the unfolding demon realm, Rielmegel knew she was no match for it.

When facing that demon realm, she simply couldn't bring herself to unleash her full power... How cunning! That wretched demon, filling the demon realm with such fantasies and fantasies about him. Before she even had time to get angry, her hand holding the sword unconsciously loosened its grip.

As expected, the final result was that the twisted demon world of Lilim, who was full of nonsense and filthy desires, was like a gluttonous giant wolf, devouring and disintegrating the brilliant sword light that she had fought with all her might... leaving her with not even a trace of brilliance.

Fortunately, the sword light seemed to have also injured Lilim, preventing her from paying attention to her falling body... which made the ending a little more peaceful.

"What is there to apologize for?"

The voice of God rang out once more.

There was no blame, and no disappointment.

There is only one kind of gentle, ultimate tolerance.

The wind howled in my ears, and the white wasteland below rapidly expanded in my field of vision.

"The mission you entrusted to me... I failed to complete it."

She responded in her heart, a sob escaping her notice. All along, she had viewed guiding Mirad as the ultimate act of mercy for him… it was the perfect ending for him, she had always believed.

"Are you really just carrying out a mission and completing a task?"

The voice of God asked softly, "A long, long time ago, perhaps before you gained my favor and were honored with the holy light of heaven in your mortal body, you could no longer bear to watch him rush towards death time and time again... So you chose the way you thought would bring him the most relief. Even if this way required you to sever his last connection with the world with your own hands, even if... this might not be the mercy he truly desired. You knew all this in your heart."

What was the initial mission again?

Prevent Medusa's resurrection and defeat her again with the help of Pantelekia. Anyone who tries to stop you... kill them without mercy.

When did this task begin to be replaced by the so-called "primary task"? Ah, it began on the day we arrived at the White Wasteland. The voice of the gods conveyed new instructions... The Supreme God wanted him to also have the opportunity to ascend to Heaven, which coincided with her long-held thoughts.

“I just don’t want him to wander in this world in pain anymore…it was like that in the past, and it is like that now.”

Rielmeyer's most genuine, and also most irrefutable, reason.

"I know."

The voice of God responded gently, "But you see, even now, isn't the direction you're falling still towards where he is?"

Rielmeyer's unfocused gaze suddenly sharpened.

Indeed, despite being shot down and the dissipation of holy light, her descent trajectory seemed to be guided by an invisible thread, pointing straight towards the distant area where magic was in disarray after the fierce battle... which was also the direction where Mirad's aura was located.

Her body, her instincts, had long since transcended rational choice and so-called tasks, reacting with the utmost honesty.

“See, Rielmeyer.”

The voice of God, carrying a faint sigh, gradually faded away: "Where will your sword point? For whom will your wings spread? Your heart has already given the answer. So-called selfishness... is nothing more than you finally beginning to face this selfishness."

"..."

The sound of the wind returned to my ears, and the view of the ground became clear.

Rielmegel could see the dismantled, scattered fragments of the Pantelekia, its metal surfaces flickering with feeble magical sparks, and him enveloped in countless colorful soap bubbles of varying sizes…

Even after the great battle ended, the torrent of magic still lingered in that area, so chaotic that it was hard to distinguish clearly, like the ocean after a storm.

But the figure enveloped in bubbles remained standing, as if the fierce battle that had just transposed the terrain had left no trace on him… or rather, as if the curse had long since erased all traces. A bitter ache mixed with heartache and helplessness welled up in Rielmegel's throat.

The demon realm of Lilim slowly closed in the sky, like a victor's declaration.

Her gaze swept quickly across the battlefield, landing on her Valkyrie squad. They maintained a disciplined battle formation, their silver armor shimmering in the chaotic flow of magical energy, clearly possessing a numerical advantage. But the crazed Baphomet confronting the Valkyries seemed intimately familiar with fighting one against many… its goat horns were shrouded in ominous mist, its pupils had turned horizontal, and its claws made various gestures; each spell it cast briefly disrupted the Valkyries' formation!
Perhaps it was just her imagination, but Rielmegel could sense that the other party was giving way and holding back... Trushid did not respond to the summons; her mission was to infiltrate the human heroes' ranks in disguise and keep them as far away from the battlefield as possible.

The formation was missing a player, which left many openings. However, the Baphomet's attacks, though seemingly precise and fierce, always missed the vital points at the last second.

...We can't fight anymore.

The thought surfaced with unusual clarity. It wasn't about admitting defeat, but about resolving to fight. Continuing the fight would only lead to the deaths of her teammates. That demon realm… Lilim, who possessed that kind of demon realm… and Baphomet, who was clearly restraining her power… all of this pointed to an impending change that she couldn't control.

Most of these girls held her in some form of admiration…which is why they didn’t question her orders and decisions without question. Rielmegel felt there was no reason for her to implicate these younger women for her own selfish reasons.

"All units cease fighting immediately... withdraw from the battlefield immediately! Do not linger in combat!"

The moment the command was given, she sensed a moment of hesitation and shock from her team members. But she offered no explanation, nor could she.

Her gaze passed over them, over Baphomet who had suddenly stopped attacking and whose horizontal pupils flashed with a hint of understanding, and went straight to the center of the soap bubble.

...I haven't had a chance to chat with you yet.

So many years have passed, and I've grown taller than you now.

I'm afraid I won't be able to mess up my hair as easily as before.

Is it time?

Even though Mirad was enveloped in a kaleidoscope of colors, the Valkyrie's all-seeing eyes did not miss his movements. The man gently popped a bubble floating in front of him with his left hand, and the monster's figure inside hovered on his middle finger, gently kissing the pattern on it that was no different from his engagement ring.

……

……

The embers of fire within her, seemingly reduced to ashes, suddenly ignited. The flames scorched the Valkyrie's soul, demanding fuel to fuel its own blazing fire.

Is that so?

The number of agreements binding him has increased again.

The things he needs to save have increased again.

The road ahead of him has become longer.

Just like before, I found myself unknowingly carrying heavy loads on my shoulders.

The flame consumed the churning emotions within her, burning away both selfishness and righteousness, leaving a bitter mark on the elf's brow.

I am indeed selfish.

She flapped her wings one last time to adjust her posture.

Because even now, I still cannot give up bringing you back to peace.

The Valkyrie plummeted toward Mirad. The wind howled, but it couldn't drown out the thunderous pounding of her heart.

Fragments of the divine armor peeled away like withered petals, but the holy sword in her arms grew heavier and hotter.

She remembered the scene from long ago when he handed her this sword. At that time, his eyes rarely showed any emotion other than the will to die… it was a hope. A hope that he could live well.

Now, gripping the holy sword, she longs for the other's death.

“Then this is not the sword I should possess… it should be returned to its rightful owner.”

In the instant before she was about to fall to the ground, she used her last strength to thrust the holy sword forward... not in an attacking stance, but in a retaliation.

The moment the sword left her hand, it suddenly burst forth with an unprecedentedly brilliant light, as if it too was happy to return to its master's embrace.

“Milad…”

Her whispers faded into the wind.

The holy sword transformed into a streak of light, piercing through the colorful soap bubbles and hovering precisely in front of him. Meanwhile, Rielmegel himself flapped his wings just before landing, flying away from the battlefield before he could even see the expression on his own face.

The resurrected saint refused to guide him.

Pantelekia was damaged and could not return to heaven.

Unable to perform subsequent tasks.

Rielmegel... Mission failed.

This time, fight for yourself.

(End of this chapter)