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

Chapter 153 Doll Costume

Mirad still remembers that mascot costume.

This batch of supplies was delivered to the first training ground yesterday as part of the publicity efforts for the Games.

When the box was opened, the costumes were still pure white and lying quietly inside.

Just in case, Mirand briefly studied its structure.

Its interior space is much more spacious than it appears from the outside, and it is designed as a universal structure that can be used by monster girls of different sizes. It can also change its appearance depending on the type of monster that enters.

For example, right now, Obora is wearing a mascot costume as Baphomet, and the mascot costume is in the shape of an adorable black goat.

This thing is said to be... a masterpiece from the Miradria Magic Research Institute.

After decades of back-and-forth struggles with an extremely demanding and capricious unscrupulous employer, the geniuses of the Magic Development Department and the Magic Item Department experienced the ecstasy of a brief liberation, only to fall into another kind of emptiness—a loss of purpose.

It is said that they even held a special group meeting to review the experience brought by the employer. They also happened to hear inside information about the upcoming sports meet. On a whim, the geniuses devoted their energy to the new project. Working tirelessly, they developed this doll costume that imitated a certain kind of monster in just one day.

……so.

Mirad's gaze lingered on Obora, who was dressed in a mascot costume. He frowned slightly, sensing the surging demonic power within her and the weariness in Obora's voice.

He stood up, walked to her side, and asked in a low voice.

"What's wrong? Your voice doesn't sound right."

"...I can't get out."

Obora's voice was very soft, almost drowned out by the distant arguments between officials and monsters, "It's... very hot inside. Not just a simple stuffy heat... I feel weak, unable to think, and even finding it difficult to concentrate on casting spells..."

Mirad squinted; beneath that thick black fur coat, an abnormal temperature was indeed faintly emanating.

As a Baphomet, Obora usually releases a small amount of magical power from her body, but even after staying in the completely enclosed and narrow space of the mascot costume for a whole week, it is unlikely that it would have accumulated to the current concentration inside the mascot costume.

Was the mascot costume tampered with?

Those die-hards who are hostile to monsters have also been quiet for a while now, without making any major moves.

He didn't think they could modify a mascot costume to trap Obora.

…Who would be so bored?

He gestured for her to follow him to a secluded corner at the back of the training field, where some training equipment was piled up, a perfect place to avoid being seen.

“Turn around, let me see,” he said.

The giant goat doll obediently turned around, revealing a long zipper running from its neck down to its waist. The zipper wasn't made of ordinary metal; it seemed more like some kind of demonic alloy, with its teeth meshing extremely tightly. The zipper pull was a small pendant carved with a goat's skull.

Mirad reached out, pinched the pendant, and tried to pull it down.

Not moving.

"It's not that serious, it's probably just biting into the inner fabric."

He made a preliminary assessment, his fingers tracing the zipper downwards, trying to find where it was stuck. This action forced him to get close to the heavy mascot costume, his nose almost touching the warm black fur.

A unique scent, a mixture of sweat and fig, wafted from the gaps in the mascot costume, lingering with his breath.

"I'll get you out of here. Don't move, stay put."

Mirad's voice was calm and reassuring as Baphomet, whose mind was probably too dazed to think clearly inside the costume, reassured him.

He increased the force, focusing on the sensation at his fingertips, trying to peel the stuck fabric from the chain teeth.

"Wait, wait... don't pull them apart so forcefully..."

Obora's reminder was weak and feeble... but it was too late; Mirad's hands moved faster than she could speak!

…click.

The zipper made a crisp sound.

But it doesn't untie outwards.

An irresistible suction force suddenly erupted from the zipper. Mirad was instantly alert; his hand was already gripping the hilt of the holy sword, but he was pulled forward by the force. Before he could slash through the gimmicky costume, his cheek collided with the soft fur that smelled of Obola, and his vision was instantly swallowed by darkness.

The world shrank in an instant, leaving only this narrow, stuffy little place filled with the scent and magic of another person.

"..."

His body involuntarily leaned forward, eventually pressing heavily onto another small and stiff body.

Perhaps it's because sight is deprived. In the darkness, other senses become more acute.

I just received Orpheus's help this morning, but now...

"...Spatial anchoring, and no fewer than dozens of spells to prevent the wearer from leaving... It's a bit difficult, but you shouldn't have been trapped for so long. Were you affected?"

He tried to stretch his body, only to find that he and Obora were tightly wrapped together in this absurd mascot costume, his chest pressed against the back of Obora's head, leaving her suspended in mid-air with her feet off the ground.

"Yes, a little bit. I was just about to remind you..."

Obora's voice came from below him. She kicked her feet twice, but when she realized her toes couldn't even touch the ground, she gave up and squeezed her fleshy legs together, barely managing to maintain her balance on Mirad's knees.
"Forced breakthrough... will result in what we are now, pulling in people from the outside as well."

Mirad stopped moving, realizing his current predicament.

“I guess the way out is…” “Yeah… that’s right.”

"...You envy Orpheus?"

"I'm not envious. I... I don't deserve that kind of thing..."

She finally started to panic, twisting her body to turn around and explain face to face, but the stuffy heat clouded her judgment, and her abrupt turn only made her move up a little bit.

"really?"

Mirad sighed.
"This seems to be a situation with no other choice; if something happens under these circumstances, I can accept it with a clear conscience. And hypnotizing myself is a way to escape this predicament..."

Orpheus's tongue... is very long, and it can even...

No, don't think about that now.

Mirad patted his head, and the goat doll with the same fluffy holy sword at its waist also patted its own goat head.

“You’re a monster, and Ophie and I have indeed gone too far lately, which I understand your needs. But don’t you feel this is too deliberate? ...It makes me wonder if I’ve been too lenient with you before.”

Obora has been doing very well lately… When he talks to her about work, Mirad always hears good news. He's even started to get used to the feeling of warm ram horns coming towards him when he's tired, letting him stroke them and feel that unique tranquility.

It seems they've become a little complacent and lost their vigilance.

"No... I really didn't mean to. I'm sorry for dragging you into this..."

She looked like a child who had done something wrong. Oprah curled up, afraid to make any further movement.

"My current symptoms are similar to Demon Realm Fever... but only similar, and the way to get rid of it isn't that outrageous."

"Hello, hello, can you hear me? Lady Obora, where are you?"

"We already know we were wrong! Please don't avoid us anymore, okay? We shouldn't have played that prank on you..."

A childish shout rang out from the other end of the equipment pile... It was several witches and their magical pets dressed as sports meet staff, with golden goat heads adorning their waists.

The eyes of the mascot costume suddenly lit up, allowing Mirad and Obola to see what was happening outside.

"Ah! Found you! Lady Obora, I'll rescue you right away... Oops, I've been so overjoyed since I last saw you... I didn't tell you the hidden function of these mascot costumes..."

The girls chattered and gathered around the giant sword-wielding goat doll, filling in the gaps in the story with their own words.

"Speaking of which, is it just my imagination? Why does this mascot costume seem even more bulging to me... Lady Obora, are you still inside? If so, please answer me!"

"...It must be my imagination, right? Would Lord Mirad be so foolish as to fall into such an obvious trap?"

"I...I'm resting..."

Obora's intermittent voice emanated from the mascot costume, sounding rather muffled and mixed with some static through the fabric and various magical elements.
"I already know the structure of this mascot costume. Don't worry about me, I'll be free soon..."

The witch and her magical creatures stared at each other, their eyes wide, their admiration overflowing.
"As expected of Lord Obola! She even managed to find a flaw in such a complex anti-slip structure!"

"Yes, yes, we even did a test before, and we found that even the calmest one among us couldn't maintain his rationality! Lady Obora is truly calm and composed!"

"Oh my god?! Wait, wait...it's so hot..."

A gasp escaped as a bulge appeared on the goat doll's chest, which quickly receded.

"If it's too hot, you can activate cooling magic! We've also taken into account the user experience of some elemental spirits and tundra monsters, hehe~"

"Anyway, since you don't need any help, Lord Obora... then we'll head back now! They're still busy over there... we really can't spare the time."

"Bye-bye! We won't disturb your rest any longer, Lady Obora!"

The girls' voices faded into the distance, and their footsteps and figures disappeared from sight.

The world returned to a silence where only the two of them breathed and their heartbeats beat.

Then soon, even that silence fell.

Click.

Behind them, the zipper that had imprisoned them finally made a crisp unlocking sound.

Mirad crawled out of the mascot costume in a disheveled state, looking at his body... his clothes were still on.

Obora followed closely behind, emerging from her black, furry body, her smooth black hair soaked with sweat and plastered to her flushed cheeks.

She lowered her head, not daring to look at him, and used trembling hands to straighten her skirt, which was somewhat messy from sweat and other things.

Neither of them spoke.

The argument between the officials and the monsters in the distance of the training ground had gradually subsided; they seemed to have found a good compromise.

"Go back to work."

Mirad crouched down and gently rubbed the other's horn. A familiar sense of security emanated from the horn, and Obora looked up in surprise, meeting the other's deep blue eyes.

...He didn't seem to intend to delve deeper into why she was trapped by the mascot costume.

"……it is good."

Relieved, Obora nodded gently.

(End of this chapter)