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

Chapter 142 Reunion (4kbps edited) (Thanks to the guild leader from the medicine vendor in the street for the generous donation)

...Does it smell like him?

Numerous memories from the past raced through her mind, and the colorful scenes of bygone days left her feeling somewhat bewildered after waking from a long sleep.

The snakes awoke earlier. They flicked their scarlet tongues, collecting the familiar scent molecules floating in the air. Their vomeronasal organs at the top of their mouths instantly activated, and complex information flooded into her still-chaotic mind, first outlining his figure in that hazy state.

Warmth. Safety. Nostalgia.

They squeezed out from their respective gaps, and the face of the blond man was reflected in pairs of pure-colored snake eyes.

It's him.

Even though it was somewhat different from what I remembered, the scent on his body was now tainted with many mixed things, including weariness, vicissitudes, and the bloody smell of battle...

But Orpheus will never forget.

I will never forget how gently someone once regarded her snake hair as the hair of a real human female, and even clumsily tried to braid it.

...Where am I?
Wasn't he dead...? Just now, in the palace, he was... by himself...

Or was it a nightmare?
Today is the day of the investiture... She will probably get up very early, dress herself properly, and then go to the palace to solidify them into stone sculptures while those foolish humans don't care.

No, no... They are all people he cherishes... Why would he think like this?
Yes. That must have been a nightmare.

She wanted to dress up beautifully, she wanted to straighten her clothes in front of the mirror so he wouldn't worry, and she wanted to wait for him in front of his door... She knew he was going to confess his love to her today.

They thought they were hiding it well; how ridiculous.

She heard and understood those words clearly, and she saw even the subtle actions they took behind her back.

But if it's him, it's not impossible.

They will be together, receive blessings from others, have many strong and lovely children, and stay together until the world ends. Even death cannot separate them, just like a princess and prince that everyone envies.

This is how the story should have gone.

So open your eyes quickly... go find him, accept his confession...

……

……

……

what……

She deceived him. She made him taste the deepest betrayal.

She killed him. She let him die surrounded by the things he cherished.

She cursed him, condemning him to eternal torment, a torment from which he would never find peace or rest.

What did she do?
She did all of this.

That wasn't a nightmare.

Good morning, Orpheus.

His voice was as gentle as ever, but he exuded... such a complex aura.

…Why?
Her chest heaved, her snake eyes were wide open, but she dared not look at the person waiting for her response.

"You're awake. Now, lift the curse."

Okay. If this can bring peace to your heart again…

No. That's wrong. It can't be canceled!
If it's lifted, he might...

"No...no."

She instinctively opened her mouth, only to be met with a silent, heavy blow from the other party.

The serpentine body slid out of its molted body, carefully avoiding the sculptures in the palace. Even in such a cramped environment, it could still leap and dance like a top dancer. At the same time, it avoided his piercing gaze, but it could not control its snake hair, which, like sunflowers chasing the blazing sun, rushed towards him, trying to touch that warmth that it and she longed for so much.

“I’ll say it again, Orpheus… or do you prefer the name Medusa Demon King? If you’re really affected by the demon’s magic, then lift the fixed curse. I don’t want to say it a second time.”

It wasn't the blade or the sword energy he unleashed; he simply used the counterweight on the hilt to repeatedly strike his own snake body, shattering her already hesitant counterattack.

“You will die. Without the curse binding your soul, your body cannot sustain itself. I understand now. I love you, I truly love you, that feeling is called love… Therefore, I cannot let you die.”

Even now, despite the possibility of being influenced by the succubus's magic, she still maintains her usual tone, devoid of any emotional fluctuation.

The whip's tail struck the air with a loud crack, intended to deter him.

"...You like me? What a coincidence. I used to like you too."

But Mirad ignored her and kicked out with a powerful front kick, leaving a dirty shoe print on her white scales.

For the first time, she was finally able to step into the fog and touch those things that she loathed and vomited.

…So they were supposed to be warm, sweet, and sparkly.

How could she never realize it? How could she treat it all as a nightmare?
Everywhere you look, you see her crimes.

Time frozen in time, more than a thousand years have passed.

And then there's... him, launching a gentle offensive before me, his appearance unchanged but weathered by time.

“The people of Creteia must be saved, and you cannot die. We can work together to find other ways to resolve this problem. We will find one, and I will search with you… Let’s start searching now.”

She remained expressionless, picked up the section of her snake body branded with a shoe print, and continued, "The Baphomet behind you that has turned into a little girl is Obola. I remember her magic. She's very, very smart, much, much smarter than me. I'll help you persuade her; we can find other ways."

The moment she awoke, she understood the situation.

She wanted to atone for her sins and bring the people of Creteia back. But if she did so, she would die.

The people of Creteia and Milad.

She didn't want to give up any of them, and she wanted to hold onto them tightly.

Therefore, she couldn't make a choice.

Obora, who had been silently observing, raised an eyebrow. Why was she involved here...? "Ophius, I'm sorry. While she was also curious whether a fixed method could be found... this is something you should face yourself."

So she covered her eyes with her claws, pretending not to see Medusa's pure white gaze.

"A pathetic tactic of delaying. Are you thinking that as long as you get through today, you'll have a chance to escape later? Do you think I'll be fooled by you a second time?"

The next second, he slit his own throat, and bright red blood gushed out like a fountain!
Blood Nourishment Curse: A Thousand Spears. A spell that shapes blood into spear-like objects and then manipulates them; Chloe also used a similar water manipulation magic.

Rock-shaping magic is not very convenient to use, and the Holy Sword is too familiar to the opponent and can be defeated by the old methods... So the Blood Nourishment Curse is still the best solution. The consumables can be regenerated infinitely, and there are many ways to use it.

"Bring back the people of Creteia, you monster. If you truly possess a heart, you should know the unspeakable sins you have committed! If you don't pay for them now, when will you?"

A thousand blood-red spears, congealing into sharp points, shot towards Orpheus's still enormous body, but she stared blankly at the wound on Mirad's neck that almost beheaded him.

The head of the person she liked was crooked and looked like it might fall off at any moment. The wounds cut by magic healed at an extremely fast speed, only to be cut open again by magic, from which fresh blood could flow continuously.

She was stunned. The entire monster remained completely still, letting the blood shuttle collide with her scales, creating a burst of blood mist, while her pure white scales remained pristine.

Why choose this fighting style?

She didn't curse him to make him recklessly squander his body without fear of death...it wasn't like that, absolutely not like that...

Nevertheless, she understood.

It was his own curse that caused him to wander the world for countless years. The spirit between his brows had transformed into a weary air of living towards death. Such a fighting habit could not be cultivated overnight.

In the more than a thousand years since her death, how many times has he been seriously injured? How many times has he died? And how many times has he been reborn?

It was her fault again.

Crying and wailing are meaningless. No matter how sorrowful and grief-stricken you are, it probably won't be able to move the man in front of you who has been deceived, betrayed, and cursed by you.

But she couldn't help it.

Hot tears streamed down her face, almost burning her cool skin.

"Oh, you cry too."

Orpheus, his eyes brimming with tears, yet maintaining a mask-like indifference... Mirad had never seen him before, so he took a second look.

They are truly adorable. The moment when a seemingly emotionless doll suddenly reveals its feelings is truly moving.

No wonder my past self from a thousand years ago was attracted to her.

Then, he activated the light blades on his arm armor, step by step, deflecting the whip from the tip of Orpheus's tail, and continued to approach the girl who was crying.

With each step he took, Orpheus would hold the serpent's body in his arms tighter. The enormous serpent's body flowed between the sculptures, and the girl finally raised her head and craned her neck to look in his direction.

“You can’t die. The ring on your left middle finger, and the carving on your arm guard… you’re engaged… congratulations. So, for the sake of the girl you’re engaged to, don’t die.”

She first looked at the succubus next to Obora, who had inexplicably turned into a little girl, and the statue of Loran beside her, before finally meeting Mirad's gaze.

“Lorraine loves you too. The way she looks at you, the warmth and heartbeat when she's with you… she definitely loves you. If you die, Loran, Ryan, and Chloe… Bishop Patrice and all those millions of people who admire you will be heartbroken.”

Mirad met the gaze of those pure white eyes that had been avoiding him.

The sorrow and anguish within were genuine.

...If this is also part of acting skills, then Orpheus can definitely be said to have studied at a drama academy and gained a lot over the past thousand years.

Sure enough, under his relentless questioning and pressure, she could not resist the torrent of sorrow surging from the depths of her heart.

…Through his confirmation, she, like Obora, gained his heart.

"...I won't die."

However, she seemed to have some misunderstanding about her plans.

How could he die? There were so many things waiting for him to do.

The people of Creteia must be saved, and they must be helped to integrate into this new era… so different from their own understanding. Loran, Ryan, Chloe, the bishop, the king… all those he cherished, frozen in the past, are waiting for him.

But the culprit before her, the demon king who single-handedly created all the tragedies, cannot die either.

She had to live, to watch with her demonic eyes that brought stagnation, to watch all of this rejoin the river of time and begin to flow anew.

"Wow, Lord Mirad's move was so cool! I've never seen him use that before. It's a very ancient blood curse with a rather interesting structure..."

Siolitta floated beside a fixed sculpture, her arm draped over the shoulder of the gray-white swordsman who, though dressed in men's clothing, still couldn't hide his voluptuous figure, and watched the battle between the man and the snake with great interest... like close sisters watching a play together.

“That is the Serpent King’s Crown… no. Now it should be called the unique spell of the ancient demon king Ophiucas… the Blood Nourishment Spell.”

Obora lowered her chubby hands that were obscuring her vision and turned her gaze to the gray stone statue that the princess was leaning against beside her.

The long, cylindrical object worn by the stone statue at its waist was compared to the gun artifacts unearthed from the ruins in my memory... My feelings were complicated.

The demon-slaying bullet that was shot at me that day must have been fired from that thing.

So, this girl is Luo Gen.

The drama "The Golden Heart" is indeed wildly wrong.

I'm sorry to have troubled you. And then...

...How exactly does that guy have eyes and a brain?
How could someone treat such a beautiful girl as a close friend and brother? Based on his description, one would indeed assume that Luo Gen has a rather masculine appearance, so it's normal not to have that kind of thought. But when you actually see her, isn't she incredibly beautiful?! She also has a touch of androgynous heroism, yet her eyebrows and eyes still possess feminine softness... So how exactly does that guy have such eyes and a brain?
Recalling that glimpse of something in the bath... I was the only one in the bath at the time, so it was obviously because of her...

Could it be that he really is qualified to join the Sabas order?
This somewhat rebellious idea quietly took root in Obola's heart.

"It must be a spell personally passed down by Ophiucas, as the details are almost identical... Their relationship a thousand years ago was even closer than Your Highness and I could have imagined."

"A thousand years ago."

"A thousand years ago."

"So the reason the girl wasn't untied immediately after waking up was...?"

"Yes. The reason lies in the curse and blessing coupled on Mirad... If we rashly remove them, the consequences of losing either one are unpredictable. Speaking of which... Your Highness, do we really not need to intervene?"

The dull thuds echoed through the hall.

The battle inside the palace continued, almost entirely one-sided. The blond swordsman relentlessly unleashed non-lethal attacks, while the demon king he was beating only knew how to dodge and withstand the blows…

"No need. Fighting is normal. Mom and Dad sometimes fight over trivial things... Of course, they always make up in the end and become even closer than before! Lord Mirad is just confirming whether Miss Orpheus has truly been affected by the monster's magic..."

Hiolitta smiled, but her scarlet eyes remained fixed on Mirad.

"...They fight to confirm their own thoughts, their own feelings... and their own mistakes."

(End of this chapter)