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

Chapter 137 Before the End

In front of the remains of Pantelekia.

"Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear... Lord Mirad, your old flame is so reckless! Waaaaah..."

Hiolitta's voice was filled with exaggerated sobs as she swooped down from the sky, her long, silvery hair leaving a trail of light behind her.

Lilim landed precisely in front of Mirad, and before she could even steady herself, she made a move to throw herself into his arms, but at the last moment she cleverly stopped herself.

"You actually used your holy sword to cut such a big gash in my stomach, sob sob..."

She sobbed as she accused him, deliberately turning to the side to show the neat rip in her fabric at her abdomen. Burn marks stretched along the tear, as if sliced ​​open by a razor-sharp blade at an extremely high temperature, revealing the delicate, snow-white skin beneath. Her narrow navel was faintly visible through the fabric, rising and falling slightly with her heavier breathing.

Mirad sighed inwardly. His gaze lingered a moment longer on her smooth, flat abdomen, where the skin was flawless, without even the slightest red mark. As for her upper and lower body, from the graceful lines of her ribs to her soft waistline, and further down… indeed, as she had said, her clothes were badly torn, but he couldn't find a trace of the so-called huge wound, not even the slightest red mark.

…Perhaps Lilim's physical recovery speed was too fast, or perhaps she wasn't even hit at all, and she tore her clothes open to play the victim.

But I'll take a look anyway, considering she helped stop Riel Megel and the arm armor she gave me was a huge help.

"Look!"

Hiolitta, pushing her luck, tore open a gaping hole so wide that even Obora, who had just landed nearby, couldn't bear to look. She leaned closer to Mirad, looking utterly dejected.

"They almost cleaved me in two! Luckily I dodged quickly..."

"..."

Having just watched the Valkyries depart in formation, Obora, having finished her battle, landed only to hear the princess's affected and contrived performance seeking comfort... Baphomet hesitated, then simply shook his head helplessly.

Your Highness, do you really expect him not to see through your naive little thoughts? Although, considering his glorious achievements a thousand years ago, he could indeed be described as slow-witted in this regard... but surely he wouldn't be unable to perceive such an obvious intention as yours.

Mirad didn't speak, but silently reached out and gently touched Lilim's deliberately exposed lower abdomen with her fingertips, precisely where she claimed to be injured.

It feels warm and soft to the touch, with the elasticity unique to a young girl's skin, and the texture under the fingertips is firm and intact.

Hiolitta's fake crying abruptly stopped, and Obora's gaze shifted from helplessness to surprise... Had he really not seen through the princess's clumsy performance? No, that can't be right, could he...?

"Uh…"

Hiolitta blinked, a few glistening tears still clinging to her thick, silvery-white eyelashes. "...Lord Mirad, you're suddenly being so proactive...I've forgotten my lines, let me think..."

She tilted her head, pretending to ponder for a moment, then twisted her supple waist, letting Mirad's fingers twirl around it.
"I've got it! Because Lilim's self-healing ability is too strong, Lord Mirad, you must know this all too well. Even though the tendons heal and the fat fills the skin perfectly... the pain still lingers! Right now, my lower abdomen is still aching slightly... Oh my god?!"

Hiolitta gasped suddenly. Mirad's hand suddenly covered her bare abdomen, the warm, rough touch making her forget her lines again. His palm, sinking slightly into her soft belly, decisively stopped her from moving forward any further.

"...In your opinion, this counts as taking the initiative?"

As Mirad spoke, he used his other hand to secure the holy sword to the leather strap on his leg... The familiar weight and feeling had finally returned.

Just before landing, Rielmegel tossed the Holy Sword to herself... She then spread her wings again and led her Valkyrie squad away from the place.

...He wasn't even willing to stay and chat with him a little longer. He was genuinely curious about what the other person had been through all these years.

It seems she's still the same old her. When she's unhappy with herself, she keeps it all bottled up inside, hiding away with tears in her eyes, but as soon as she's found, she'll be all smiles again. She only loses control when her emotions are particularly intense…

So it seems she hasn't changed, even though she's been elevated to the rank of Valkyrie.

Mirad's gaze followed the receding pale green figure until she disappeared into the clouds.

The girl's skin beneath his palm was slightly warm, and he could feel Siolitta's even breathing, her lower abdomen rising and falling with each breath.

There were indeed no signs of injury; perhaps, as she herself said, there was some lingering phantom pain.

Then I don't need to worry too much. With Lilim's physical strength, even if she is hit by the sword light from the Sword of Oath of Glory after it is released, there shouldn't be any major problems.

Mirad tried to pull his hand away, but Hyolitta gripped his wrist firmly, forcing his palm deeper into her soft abdomen. If she maintained that pressure… she might really leave a mark.

"Mirad, this is a rare moment of initiative from you... Eh, hehehehe... Could you let me feel the warmth of your palm a little longer? If you find it boring, I can explain the names and functions of the organs currently covered by your palm?"

She smiled dreamily, her pretty face flushed.

"Enough is enough."

Hiolitta did put in some effort... helping him stop Rielmegel. Considering that, it wouldn't hurt to indulge her a little; after all, it was just rubbing her stomach, like she was squeezing that slime gel to relieve stress.

Of course, there was also Obora, just like her.

Mirad looked at the other person.

…Baphomet was staring intently at the hand that was embedded in Hyolitta's belly. Her golden, goat-like pupils hadn't yet returned to their normal appearance, and at that moment, her gaze was so profound that even Mirad found it hard to believe.

"...Where are you injured again? Neck, abdomen, or somewhere else?" It took her a while to realize Mirad was calling her. Oprah shook her head and chuckled sheepishly.

"Uh...ah? I...I don't need that...Your comforting of Her Highness is enough..."

"Lord Mirad, let me tell you a secret, this seemingly calm but incredibly lewd old goat is definitely thinking that she herself is injured somewhere, but she's too shy to ask you for comfort..."

Siolitta lowered her head, placing her hands over the much larger hand beside her. "As for you, Lady Mirard... I was completely unaware of your health condition before, which is truly a disgrace to my status as a fan! So! I've decided... to temporarily unfollow you! I want to approach Lady Mirard from a different perspective and with a different identity!"

"These two things seem completely unrelated, Your Highness..."

Obola turned her burning face away, her gaze meeting the face armor of Pantelekia scattered on the ground.

"Moreover, if you specifically bring this up, it will make it seem like you really care about your position in his heart and want to attract attention in this way."

…Undoubtedly a creation of an ancient civilization. And it's also infused with the princess's magic. Obora thought to herself, once it's pieced together, its demonic transformation should only be a matter of time. She'd better go back and see if the little monsters and automatons skilled in this can help.

"I do care a lot about my place in Lord Mirad's heart! So what? So what? So what!"

Hiolitta spoke with absolute certainty,

"As a fan... oh no... as someone who happened to pass by and was attracted by Lord Mirad's appearance, his past, and his magical aura, it's normal for Lilim to want to know these things! You old goat with a simmering inner fire, haven't you ever thought about this kind of thing once or twice?"

Hiolitta released her hand, and Mirad withdrew his hand from her lower abdomen. The prolonged contact caused their body heat to mingle and blend, and Hiolitta seemed to be the type to sweat easily when nervous, so her palms inevitably became slightly damp.

“…I hadn’t thought about it,” Obora replied in a muffled voice.

"My body... is like this."

Mirad looked at Opola's head, which was tilted to the side, and suddenly reached out and gently grasped her curved goat horns.

Even criminals need a system of rewards and punishments... but neither should be excessive. Too many rewards will make them arrogant, while too harsh punishments will breed evil thoughts.

However, Obora's horns didn't feel cold and hard to the touch as she had imagined; instead, they carried a warmth of life. Mirad could clearly feel the flow of magic beneath the horns, like warm blood pulsating, making the entire horn feel exceptionally warm and inviting, making her want to stroke it a little longer.

...And then he saw that Obora, with her head turned to the side, slumped down as if her bones had been removed, only managing to stay upright by holding onto her horns. Where Mirad couldn't see, her bright golden pupils instantly went unfocused, and a suppressed whimper escaped Obora's throat.

“To be resurrected after death…that is certainly not a blessing I have received.”

Mirad continued speaking, his fingers unconsciously stroking the lines on the ram's horns.

"But its inspiring power is too strong... The legendary saint, radiating light, rushes into the battlefield, which can greatly boost the morale of those who are already weak. So I just let it be and didn't ask the Vatican to correct it."

In addition to that, there is naturally another reason.

If the lauded saint is merely a pitiful person bound to the world by a demon's curse...

He paused, feeling the trembling of Oprah under his palm gradually subside, before slowly releasing his grip...

……Um?

Why can't I loosen it?

Mirad's faint smile froze. He tried to open his fingers and loosen his grip, but his hand remained as firmly fixed to Obora's goat horn... completely still.

He tried to break free, and the force he exerted was precisely transmitted back to Obola's goat horns.

Having just adjusted her breathing and composure, and regaining strength in her limp thighs, Eborra stood up shakily, let out a soft moan, and then staggered back down.

"Oh, I'm very familiar with this. It's a popular little spell in the Sabas cult! You set a trigger spell on the corner, and if the man accidentally touches it in a certain way, his hand will be stuck there and he won't be able to remove it... He'll be completely at Baphomet's mercy..."

Hiolitta moved a fragment of Pantelekia over, gracefully sat down, and then, with a mischievous grin, propped her chin on her hand, watching the two people in front of her turn into a pair of conjoined twins.

"Oh dear, but as far as I know, only Baphomets with partners would even consider using this kind of magic, right? I knew it, Professor Obora, you're the kind of person who's secretly passionate..."

"I...I was just following...uh! No, don't be too forceful...I just followed the cult's lead and casually cast a spell..."

She was whimpering incessantly, her breathing was heavy and disordered, and her cheeks were flushed as if she were drunk... Eborah now looked exactly like a child who wasn't good at sports being dragged around the training field ten times.

Mirad really didn't want to know where this magic was originally used. But that's how knowledge is; it floods your mind even more when you don't need it.

"Then I'll take it as a fact and believe it!"

Hiolitta reached out and gently ran her hand across her stomach, and the gash disappeared.

"Lady Mirad, I don't really want to comment on your affairs. But, even if it's not for me or for Teacher Obora... could you please think about that hot girl who's so far away? Judging by the time, she should have already set off for Lei Kingdom by now... Even if it's just for the sake of our promise... Lady Mirad, please don't give up so easily, okay?"

(End of this chapter)