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

Chapter 146 A New Beginning (The End! 4K)

a few days later.

In the capital of Creteia, at Mirad's home.

"I think I understand. To put it simply, Uncle, when I left the border of Visergran to meet the people from Rescateyer who were supposed to guide me in the wilderness... you also saved a country? Really? How much did I miss? Something's really not right... Waaah, why didn't I go to Miradria with you, Uncle?!"

Kieslfield practically pressed her entire face against the mirror in her hand. The unusual angle slightly distorted her delicately made-up smile, but even at such close range, not a single flaw could be seen.

Mirad felt that she didn't really need to wear makeup anymore.

She was already the kind of vibrant and beautiful girl that was impossible to look away from, and now that she's on the verge of becoming a monster, her skin and overall demeanor have improved by more than just a little bit.

If before, Kieslfield was a vibrant star who stood out in a crowd, like the summer sun shining brightly… then now she was more like a rainbow after the rain, radiant and captivating. When Mirad spoke to her and saw her warm smile, he couldn't help but smile back.

But whenever he brought it up, Kissfield would always pout and say, "Uncle, you really don't understand. Makeup is a kind of ritual for girls. Of course, when you see me, Uncle, you should maintain a perfect demeanor!"
She said that when she was meticulously sketching her ideal look on her face, she would imagine how you would react, which naturally improved her mood! Besides, if I didn't wear makeup, wouldn't you, Uncle, see the dark circles I'd gotten from traveling day and night?! Even though they're very, very faint, it still won't do! It won't do! Absolutely not!

"And then, uncle, your first love and best friends all returned to the present world... right?"

"That's right."

Mirad nodded.

He heard deliberately lowered footsteps behind him.

They were barefoot. Their feet made a sticky, soft sound as they stepped on the floor... They must have just returned from training, their bodies covered in sweat.

"So,"

In the mirror, Kieslfield's golden eyes narrowed slightly, holding a hint of scrutiny.
"Is that gray-haired girl who's sneaking up on you your first love, or your best friend?"

Before he could finish speaking, a warm body, still emitting white mist, pressed tightly against his back.

The person behind her must have taken off her leather armor as soon as she got home and tossed it aside. Her full breasts, now only covered by a close-fitting vest, were beautifully shaped and, without any restraint, made intimate contact with Mirad's back.

So the peaks were pressed into soft, round mounds, and without even looking, Mirad could guess that the snow-white breasts were overflowing freely from the tight collar. Drops of sweat traced shimmering arcs before disappearing into the deep valleys... incidentally, completely soaking his clothes and imbuing them with her rich, pleasant scent.

…After becoming a Night Demon, his imagination in this area has indeed improved considerably. This is one of the few effects that Mirad has been able to clearly feel recently… As for the others, he is still slowly discovering them.

"Yes, yes, is it a first love or a best friend?"

A teasing voice rang in his ear. Loren rested her face on his shoulder, her sweat-dampened gray hair stickily brushing against Mirad's neck.

She nuzzled Mirand affectionately, letting him feel the warmth and moisture of her face, and then gave a peace sign to Kissfield, who was squinting in the mirror.

"Dude, I'm curious about this too. Can you ask your best friend on the other end and get some answers for me?"

"You...you will always be my best friend, Luo Gen. But..."

However... since Orpheus pointed out Luo Gen's thoughts that day, he still hasn't been able to properly face her these past few days.

...Could it be that she really likes me?
That kiss was definitely suspicious. He knew that even the most absurd and outlandish countries couldn't possibly have such strange customs. Recalling his time with Loran, Mirad realized he hadn't done anything particularly pleasing to a girl... he'd even given her his first gift: a training iron sword.

How could she possibly like me?

No matter what, he had to take it seriously.

The old man seems to be engrossed in debating with the demonic elder sister Miradria these past few days... Every time I see him, he looks like he's deep in thought, preparing for the next topic.

Mirad knew that the old man would not accept reality so easily. Many people, including the old man, were only tentatively contacting the monsters of Miradria, which had become a satellite city, because they chose to believe in themselves.

No, that's not the point.

What would the old man do if he found out that he was with his god-sister?
……

"But what?"

Luo Gen grinned, her body swaying against his back like a clingy big dog, pulling him back and forth.
"But you've really changed a lot, bro. You've gone from a sunny, cheerful guy to a melancholy, lonely widower. No wonder, your best friend across the street calls you 'uncle'... Seriously, you actually like that kind of nickname?"

"nothing."

Mirad reached out and grasped Loran's hand, which was wandering and touching his chest muscles. Turning his head, he saw Loran's brightly smiling face.

After spending several days in the Demon Realm, the girl's behavior became increasingly bold... A thousand years ago, Luo Gen would use excuses like "Hey buddy, I'm studying the structure of your people's pectoral muscles" to touch him, but now she simply stopped talking and started touching him directly. Even when caught red-handed, she didn't try to explain, just stared straight at him.

"Because an old man is an old man, after all. Nice to meet you, Miss Lorenzo. I am your adorable junior hero, Kieslfield!"

Kissfield in the mirror seemed to have found a kindred spirit; her previously squinted eyes lit up.
"Uncle's pectoral muscles really feel great. They're soft and bouncy when he's not exerting any force, but they become rock hard when he's tense. Luo Gen, you know a lot, you have great taste!"

...She even gave Luo Gen a thumbs-up through the mirror.

"Hehehe...that's true!"

Not only did Luo Gen not let go, but she squeezed Mirad's chest even harder, enjoying the firm touch.

"Let me tell you, Mirad rubbed olive oil all over himself a few times, and I thought to myself, 'Dude, you look just like a shiny, juicy roast chicken on the grill, ready to be picked off by anyone...'"

Two girls, one in front of him and one behind him, were having a detailed discussion about the best feeling his pectoral muscles could have under what conditions, separated by a small magic mirror.

"Laughing so hard, I've never seen an older man like that before, it's a bit of a pity, it sounds so tempting. I envy you, being right next to an older man, able to touch him whenever you want, that's awesome."

"Right? Look, I can even make a heart shape like this! Kissfield, would you like to see me make a five-pointed star...?"

...?
Am I still here?
But when exactly did Kieslfeld touch his pectoral muscles...? Was it while he was asleep during their time living together in Elcia?

But... the girls' relationship developed really quickly. He originally thought it would take some time for them to get to know each other... but in less than a few days, Luo Gen and Xiolita's relationship heated up at lightning speed. They would sneak together every day, discussing something, and every time she looked at him, he felt a prickling sensation on his back.

Orpheus is under his strict surveillance and is currently under temporary confinement in his home... There are people in the city who believe in her, people who want to thank her, and naturally, there are people who resent her. Now, it's less of a confinement and more of a form of protection.

The girl was quite satisfied with the current situation. Every time Mirad brought her food, she would dress herself properly, say an apology and a thank you in a low voice without any expression.

"Alright! My energy's been replenished for today! I can handle those stern-faced old folks again! Don't forget our promise, Uncle! And next time we meet, as promised, Lorenzo, remember to bring me some Miradria specialties... Bye-bye~"

The chat seemed to have ended. Kissfield's energetic voice disappeared, and the mirror of the Magic Mirror turned back into an ordinary mirror, reflecting the faces of Loran and Mirad... and Obora.

"..."

Having confirmed that the blonde girl was no longer in the mirror, Obora also dispelled the invisibility spell.

…her neck was being gripped precisely and forcefully by Mirad's other hand.

She swore that it was really hard to keep quiet for the ten or so minutes after Kieslfield suddenly initiated the communication.

Trying to avoid Loren's disbelieving gaze, she silently glanced at the wall beside her... Hmm, next door was Ophius's room. Opola could sense her holding her breath, listening intently to anything happening nearby.

"Holy crap... Sister, what are you doing here? Wait, you haven't been here all along, have you?"

Loran suddenly exerted force in her hands, her neatly trimmed nails almost digging in, causing Mirad to gasp. Consequently, the latter's hands clenched involuntarily, causing Obola to let out a short, sharp cry.

“That little girl with the goat's head. You mean, that… um, uh… I remember your name is Obora, right?”

"Ah."

A faint hum escaped from the tip of her nose; Obola dared not speak now, afraid that some strange noise might escape from her mouth.

Luo Gen finally realized that in her excitement she had hit Mirand's pectoral muscles a little too hard. She let go and began to massage the reddened area with a sense of apology. As she massaged, she looked at Mirand, as if asking him how to talk to her old rival.

These past few days, Lorenz hasn't had a good opportunity to have a proper chat with Ophie and Obola.

I can't just start by saying, "Hey sister, I'm sorry. I actually aimed that shot at your head back then, but I didn't expect your magic circle to block it and make you suffer a little longer..." But I heard from Mirad that the other party is atonement, so maybe this will actually be more in line with her wishes.

“She is very skilled in magic. If you need anything, you can ask not only Siolitta, but also her.”

Mirad thought for a moment, then took the initiative to start the conversation, and decided that it would be necessary to tell Loran to keep a certain distance from Hyolita in the future, so that she wouldn't be led astray.

“Oh, that’s perfect. I’ve been studying the remains of Pantelkia lately, and there are some parts I just can’t understand. Professor Opola, could you take a look and perhaps…?”

…It looks like the conversation will go well.

Mirad released his grip on Obola's neck, patting her head as if soothing a small animal. Baphomet, panting heavily after he let go, stroked the ring-shaped wound, nodded with a slightly flushed face, and looked back at the astonished Lorenz… Had these two gone completely mad while he was away, playing so recklessly…?
Without pondering the meaning behind Luo Gen's changing expression, Mirad stood up, helped Luo Gen's wet body, which had just returned from the training field, off his back, stretched, and walked to the window.

on the street.

Large quantities of grain and goods were being transported from the direction of Miradria, with wagons laden with grain creaking and groaning on the stone roads. The unprecedented wave of people returning home was not yet over, and many monsters and night demons from all over the continent, having heard the news, were also arriving, filled with trepidation and anticipation, to reunite with the people they had missed for over 1,300 years.

Meanwhile, the monsters walked openly and brazenly through the streets.

In the sunlight, a young centaur helps a child who has fallen to his feet.

In the newly opened coffee shop on the street corner, the man who hadn't yet changed out of his scout outfit and Medusa were setting up tables and chairs.

The sculptor, blushing, was taking a walk, sandwiched between two beautiful women who looked exactly alike.

Most people choose to believe in God, and also in the brave man they watched grow up, who is like family to them, and tentatively accept these new neighbors.

A small minority of people are bewildered and confused, unsure how to face this world that has been completely overturned in the blink of an eye.

A smaller group, with a mixture of scrutiny and vigilance, including hostile gazes, watched the monster girl's every move.

Suddenly, Lilim, with her silver-white hair, darted out from the blind spot below the window, laughing. She threw herself into Mirad's arms and sniffed his scent.

Hiolitta still had heavy shopping bags hanging from her arm, indicating she had just finished shopping at the market in Cretia. Lately, she had been keen on decorating Mirad's monotonous home with all sorts of useful and useless odds and ends she had collected, trying to bring life back to the house that hadn't been inhabited for a thousand years.

"Hmm... Lord Mirad smells of other girls, doesn't he? As your fiancée, I can't just ignore this. Come on, tell me in detail, how many girls have you been with recently?"

"It smells like your sister-in-law, Xiao Xi!"

Lorenz shouted, and her brief exchange with Obora reminded her of her time studying at school.

She had always been at the top of her class, but suddenly returning to her student days was indeed a bit difficult to adjust to. So she decisively leaned out and joined Mirad in welcoming her newly adopted little sister!

"……Ugh."

Obora looked at the girl with a slight headache… she seemed to be a restless child as well. Was her teaching method really that boring…? Back at the Visergran National Magic Academy, those children were able to listen attentively and take notes.

Mirad put down the bags and packages that Hiolitta was carrying, thought for a moment, picked out some things that he also found pleasing and cute, picked them up, and went through the wall into the cell where Orpheus was.

……

Everything started anew.

There is so much to do.

There is so much to say.

…He can't rest yet.

(Volume 2, end)

(End of this chapter)