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

Chapter 145 Chaos and Homecoming (4K)

The crimson fighting spirit, like an inextinguishable flame, burned fiercely on the battle axe that had once drunk the blood of demons.

As a hero blessed by Ares, the god of war, Ryan will never fall as long as his fighting spirit remains and he still has something he wants to protect.

Therefore, the moment he realized that a strange and powerful monster had appeared at the awarding ceremony, his body made a decision faster than his brain!

The heavy battle axe in his hand tore through the air, drawing a sharp crimson arc as it hurtled straight toward the succubus who had placed her hand on Luo Gen's shoulder, using her junior as a hostage...!
"Ophie, and... Mirad?"

Then, he could see clearly the enormous serpent shadow coiled like a small hill in the center of the hall, which could not be ignored, and Mirand, who slowly stood up in her arms, looking much more weathered.

"Wait, why has Orpheus's lower body turned into a snake tail? What kind of new illusion magic is this? Is it a prank? This isn't funny...!"

Just as he was distracted by this incomprehensible sight, an invisible current of water quietly swept through the entire hall like a rising tide.

The waves, indistinguishable by sight, seemed to possess life and consciousness, precisely bypassing all combat personnel and gently enveloping the panicked civilians within them.

"What happened..." "Why did Lord Orpheus suddenly grow a snake tail?" "A monster? Why is a monster here?!" "Go call the guards...go call the Holy Mirror Guards!"

The gasps of the crowd were swallowed up by the gentle flow of water.

Chloe stood beside Ryan, her hands moving gracefully.

Her gaze was focused. Each eddy formed by the colorless water flow was like a mother's arm, steadily lifting the other people in the hall and His Majesty the King, quickly and smoothly transporting them to a safe area outside the palace.

"Ryan! Focus on the present!"

Chloe's voice pulled Ryan's nearly boiling mind back to reality.

The trajectory of the battle axe was stopped by an invisible force less than a foot away from the succubus. Ryan frowned, flicked his wrist, and the battle-ready axe emitted a reluctant hum, returning to his hand at the same incredible speed.

“Milad…my child.”

Bishop Patrice's voice trembled. He had just seen Mirad collapse in the monster's arms, and even with his seventy or eighty years of experience, his mind went blank.

His hands were now enveloped in an almost tangible divine radiance... In that brief moment, he had completed the simultaneous construction of dozens of demon-slaying incantations!
This holy magic, which is specifically designed to kill and eliminate monsters, can even be effective against high-level monsters like dragons!
Now, dozens of miniature meteor-like incantations, each with a bright tail flame, swirled and danced between the bishop's thick fingers.

If Mirad shows even the slightest sign of being affected mentally, Bishop Patrice will not hesitate to unleash a demon-slaying spell on the monsters present.

"Orpheus is the Demon King."

Mirand spoke, his words casual yet carrying immense weight.

“You were immobilized by her during the medal ceremony and slept for a very, very long time… so long that now it is more than 1,300 years later, and even the monsters have lost their hostility towards humans and have become… the kind of girl you see before you.”

He paused, then added,
"...They are harmless."

Overjoyed that her beloved had come back to life, Orpheus reached out her hand towards the figure blocking her way... but before she could even touch Mirad's clothes, she silently withdrew it.

Battle axe, water flow, and demon-slaying incantation—released simultaneously!
The ferocious red axe that split the mountain continued to cleave towards the succubus floating beside Luo Ran. The surging water... no, it should be said that the invisible giant wave roared past, pressing the little girl monster with goat horns into the center. The water pressure of the Abyss could completely suppress even the Kraken, which was used to stirring up storms at sea!
As for the demon-slaying incantation, it transformed into a blinding flash of light that could not be seen with the naked eye, and with lightning speed, it struck into Orpheus's enormous white serpent body!

...It had no effect.

The holy light, capable of instantly purifying even high-level monsters if struck accurately, landed on the long, serpentine tail, yet it seemed to flicker like a few sparks from a crackling campfire, shining briefly before extinguishing silently... The massive body barely even moved slightly.

Bishop Patrice frowned.

Even the Demon King boasts that his demon-slaying incantation can cause damage... If the demon in front of you is unaffected, then there are only a few possibilities.

Or perhaps she is even more powerful than the Demon King, powerful enough to disregard the very existence of the conceptual annihilation of demons, or the demon-annihilating incantation from the Supreme God.

Or perhaps, Orpheus is still the same Orpheus. The girl he's gradually come to accept, the one who can exist as Mirad's companion. She's merely using some extremely sophisticated illusion magic; it's all a farce she and Mirad concocted together, and the antidote spell has no effect on humans, ordinary animals, or inorganic matter.

As for the possibility Mirad mentioned… he didn't think something so far-fetched could actually become reality. This kid must be thinking about confessing his feelings today and got a moment of irrationality; he should probably get an exorcism later…

"Alas, it was indeed very difficult for people a thousand years ago to accept such things."

A clear female voice interrupted the bishop's thoughts.

"Lord Mirad did the same thing back then... holding a small dagger and manipulating the entire mountain to try and take me down with him, didn't he?"

Hiolitta nodded with her arms crossed, and the battle-ready axe that had been swirling toward her was once again stopped in front of her... With a flick of her wrist, the axe changed direction and disappeared into the ground.

"Holy crap, little succubus, listen to me! I'm not actually a man! Even though I have short hair and wear men's clothes, look at me—big breasts, slim waist, long legs, and a perky butt! I'm just like a vibrant high school girl! So you can't get that kind of stuff you love from me, okay...?"

As if waking from a deep dream, Luo Gen finally snapped out of her daze and felt that her speaking speed had reached an unprecedented peak. While using nonsensical words to stall for time, she let out a desperate howl from the depths of her heart.

Damn it, Ryan, how come your axe is so useless!
Mirad, man, look over here, help me!

Loran frantically signaled to Mirad with her eyes.

But the succubus was so close to her, so close that she felt as if she were being affected by her sweet, cloying fragrance, making her already confused mind even more dizzy.

She had seen it countless times before, and the image of Mirad's slick, well-built body, coated with oil, kept flashing through her mind.

...The feel of his pectoral muscles is really nice, I really want to touch them again.

"My dear Miss Luo Gen, I already call you my little sister-in-law, of course I know your gender. I'm not some blockhead who could treat such a lovely girl like you, whom I spend every day with, as a brother..."

Hiolitta released her arm and gracefully stepped back to the side, creating a safe distance. She glanced at Professor Obora, whose face was now distorted by the light refraction and enveloped in the invisible water, and couldn't help but laugh.

"Sigh, if I were the villain, I'd be chuckling now, grabbing your right hand, and exposing your little trick of trying to draw your gun right there and then, right? But since we're family from now on, if drawing the gun makes you feel any more at ease, then go ahead and pull it out!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Luo Gen decisively took a small step away from the petite succubus, drew her magic gun, and pointed the muzzle firmly at the little succubus who claimed to be Mirad's fiancée!

If it were the original Orpheus, he could barely accept it... after all, they had adventured together and killed many of the prince's companions, even though this girl was a bit cold towards him...

But! Who are you, little succubus?! If you can do it too, then I really need to work harder!

Speaking of which… why haven't Ryan and Chloe made any further moves? They shouldn't be that slow…

Luo Geng glanced in their direction, then froze on the spot.

Those two powerful warriors, who were no different from tsunamis and war itself on the battlefield, now looked like two comical sculptures, their brows furrowed and faces contorted, their next move inexplicably stuck in place.

Ryan's raised fists froze in mid-air, the burning fighting spirit on them flickering. Chloe's waving hands also stiffened in a gesture of summoning water, her face filled with disbelief. What were they doing?
Luo Geng could clearly see their lips moving silently, as if they were having a silent debate with some unseen entity.

"Lord Poseidon...you're not joking, are you...? Thirteen hundred years ago, the monsters turned into girls and no longer craved killing...?"

"Huh? What that kid Mirad said is true? Oh, Boss Ares, you mean I should follow my heart and keep fighting if I should?"

Ryan's facial muscles twitched, and a warlike grin spread across his face, only to collapse shortly afterward.
"Forget it, boss. My head's a bit of a mess right now... I need to sort it out first..."

The situation, which should have been tense and confrontational, maintained an eerie calm and balance.

Neither of them made the first move; they simply looked at each other, and then their gazes returned to the center of the hall, to the helpless blond man and the serpentine monster.

Rather than believing that Orpheus was a demon lord, Ryan and Chloe preferred to believe that the girl was merely playing a mischievous prank on Mirard. They imagined her breaking the illusion and reverting to human form in the next second, followed by Mirard clapping, exclaiming, "You've been tricked!", turning around, kneeling on one knee, and confessing his love to the princess, who was completely absorbed in her flawless acting…

“...I guarantee in the name of the Lord God I believe in that my words are not false, my spirit has not been affected, and my consciousness has not been distorted.”

Mirad raised the holy sword in his hand, which was filled with a soft light. Those with evil intentions or those who are not protected by the Lord God could never use this divinely bestowed artifact... This holy sword is the best proof right now.

“I have so much to say to you all…Loran, Ryan, Chloe, and the old man. Will you believe me and give me some time?”

"..."

Ryan and Chloe remained silent, while Bishop Patrice pressed his hand to his brow bone, massaging it to relieve his headache.

"It's a bit eccentric, but I can accept it. But buddy, I think you should first explain why this succubus calls me 'little sister-in-law' and claims to be your fiancée, right?"

Loran's gaze darted back and forth between Mirad, Orpheus, and the succubus beside her... Damn, if more than 1,300 years have really passed, how many people with pica who crave this piece of wood will still be around?
Could that little girl with goat horns and furry gloves, who was trapped in the water and didn't say a word, also be Mirad's fiancée?
This doesn't make sense... Does he actually prefer this type of person? But... Orpheus wasn't this body type before, was he?

But if that's really the case, then it seems normal that he's indifferent to her... For the first time in her life, Luo Gen felt that having a great figure was also a mistake.

"Is she an adult...? I know the legal marriage age is relatively low here, but... Mirad...?"

"I'm 133 years old this year, by human standards or by our own standards, I'm already considered an adult."

"Let me start with... the medal ceremony. It's a rather long story..."

Mirand selectively ignored this issue and began his narrative under Loran's increasingly contemptuous gaze.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

Alexander felt every bone in his body groaning under the strain, his fingers and knees almost unable to bend or straighten... Why did it hurt so much?
Oh, right. He remembered.

He climbed up that cliff face by himself. That cliff face that separated life and death, and which was strictly forbidden to be climbed.

Despite the aid of magic, his body was still nearing its limit. Finally, the instant his rough fingers touched the ground of his homeland, the Demon King's magic, which he had longed for, completely engulfed him…

If I wake up, that means...?
He struggled to lift his head and scanned his surroundings.

The pain in his body had completely disappeared for some reason, and now he even felt that his body was full of energy.

This was clearly a tomb prepared for himself, except that one wall had a huge opening through which he could see the dim light of day and the bewitching red moon in the sky.

A life-sized, white statue with wings on its back stands at the entrance to the tomb, blocking some of the moonlight.

He remembered it; it was his most perfect, and last, work. He had poured all his love, all his longing, and all his skill into it, carving it as a tribute to his departed wife…

It was because he heard a voice that sounded exactly like Theano's that he chose to confront death.

it is……

“I am ‘Dedicated to Theano.’ O Creator who took me out of the rock… It is a pleasure to see you again.”

The stone statue, bearing his wife's perfect face, slowly spoke, her voice exactly as he remembered.

Gentle and serene, capable of soothing all wounds. On his smooth, stone-like face, the small characters and signature he had personally carved are still clearly visible.

She reached out her hand to Alexander.

“Come with me. Lord Mirad has fulfilled his promise, and I should atone for my sins and reunite you with your wife. Please take my hand. After all these years of being frozen in time… you should still remember the way home.”

Behind her, a clear and melodious bell sound came from behind.

The sound of that bell seemed to be...

A signal. A call. A promise.

At this moment, it wasn't just Alexander.

All those who, longing for their loved ones, family, and friends in their homeland, willingly step into petrification.

All those who, because they were far from home, had cherished those who remained in Cretia and learned the devastating news that they had been petrified.

All those who, because of long-distance trade, because of war, because of studying... because of all sorts of things, are forever separated from their loved ones and their homeland by the curses of war.

There are also countless others, inextricably linked to Cretia, who have been separated from their homeland, lovers, families, and friends for over 1,300 years due to Medusa's petrification...

Their souls did not enter the underworld; they merely remained in the world, constantly wandering.

At the same time, those living in Miradria all felt the long-overdue call from their homeland.

The monsters and night demons of Miradria, over these long millennia, certainly did not simply passively wait for the Saint to awaken.

They took action on their own initiative, wandering around every corner of the mainland, searching, recording, protecting, and guiding... so that all those tragedies that should have been caused by the curse would no longer be tragedies.

They had been waiting for so long, so very long.

They had asked themselves the same question their ancestors had asked countless times.

Lord Mirad, when... will we be able to return home?
It's now.

(End of this chapter)