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

Chapter 155 The Competition (Thanks to SpongeBob's Fire Wang'er for the generous donation)
"Alright ladies and gentlemen, welcome back to our arena. Wow... the water sports event that just ended was truly thrilling and exciting!"

Holding a megaphone magic prop, the excited voice of the two-legged dragon host echoed over the first training ground, which had recently been filled with surging seawater, its blue waves rippling, all for the purpose of a flag-capturing contest between two fleets.

Now, the seawater that once surged above the reviewing stand has dried up, as if it had never existed, leaving only a few damp traces at the edge of the stands. The two fleets have vanished without a trace.
"Oh dear, the Kraken and Scylla assault team was just a hair's breadth away from scaling the Creteya team's deck; their waving tentacles were practically touching the edge of the flag! But our resourceful Ms. Chloe saw through their scheme and did the opposite, breaking through the defenses of the 'The Sea is Great and Warm, Welcome Everyone to Snorkel and Seeking Husbands Team' with their weak rear!"

The female warrior with short, sea-blue hair responded to the rising tide of cheers and whistles from the audience with her signature gentle smile.

She accepted the award on behalf of the fleet, and now she sits back on the judging panel, ready to give fair scores to the participants in the next round of competitions.

"Lord Patrice, how have you been lately? I've heard you've been heading towards Miradria quite a bit these past few days..."

Chloe sat down and turned to look at the bronze-skinned old man beside her. The man's robes bulged high from his bulging muscles, and his lion-mane-like white hair trembled with his deep, powerful breathing. He had already watched several matches, but the old man still looked vigorous, his eyes bright and piercing.
"So what? That's it. I know what you're thinking, so keep your mind focused. I won't be swayed by the fact that there are demons worshipping the Lord God."

His thick fingers unconsciously rubbed against the armrest of the seat.
"However... those monsters are actually quite knowledgeable about doctrine... sigh, sometimes they're much more adept at preaching than Mirad."

Chloe chuckled dryly, a laugh tinged with embarrassment and a hint of understanding.

…A person like you, who didn't choose to shoulder the cross and then cause a ruckus without explanation, is speaking for itself. Even Ryan, for the sake of the greater good of Kretia, is constantly suppressing his fighting spirit.

As things stand, this choice is correct. But, as for Ryan… Chloe knew her partner's temperament well, and a hint of worry appeared on her gentle face.

"Hello, Bishop Patrice and Sister Chloe!"

A sickeningly sweet yet energetic voice suddenly rang out beside Chloe, interrupting her thoughts.

The Sea God Warrior and the Chief God Bishop turned around at the same time, only to see that Lilim, who should have been sitting on the other side of the judges' panel, had somehow moved over. She leaned half her body out of her seat, with a bright smile on her face that was so familiar it was almost rude.

Under the scrutinizing and wary gazes of the two, the shameless Lilim did not back down; instead, the corners of her mouth curled up even higher.

She seemed completely oblivious to the subtle atmosphere, stretching out her arm to show her left hand, revealing the pinkish-purple pattern resembling a ring at the base of her middle finger.

"This is our second meeting. Last time I came in a hurry, and I've been so busy with mundane matters these past few days that I haven't had a chance to say hello... Oh dear, I forgot to introduce myself! I'm Siolitta Lilim, and my current status is Lord Mirad's fiancée~"
She deliberately emphasized the words "fiancée," and her scarlet eyes blinked almost imperceptibly as she spoke.

If Lord Mirad is an orphan, then the two people in front of him right now must be his grandfather and sister!

I'm meeting their parents! Wow, I hope I didn't do anything rude when I met them before...

"Ah, speaking of which, Lord Patrice, have you seen Mirad? He disappeared after the last match; I'll check for the next one..."

Chloe calmly shifted her gaze away from the shameless Lilim, her face still bearing a warm smile!
"Oh, it's an unrestricted race. It's about to start. If he doesn't come back, we'll have to judge him as if one judge is absent, or we'll have to find a replacement now..."

"It's too late to find replacements now, so we'll just have to accept the shortfall."

Bishop Patrice spoke calmly, turning his gaze back to the noisy stadium, clearly not intending to say anything more about the matter.

"Huh? Wait, wait a minute..."

Hiolitta tried to get closer again, her voice laced with a coquettish, cloying tone, her wet eyes filled with a hint of grievance, making her look quite pitiful.
"Sister Chloe, Grandpa Patrice, I really am..."

“Miss Lilim. You are indeed a very beautiful girl; every smile and gesture is captivating.”

Under Hyolitta's gaze, Chloe was the first to surrender, spreading her hands in a helpless tone.

"If it truly is his own conscious and autonomous choice, I will undoubtedly support him without reservation, even if the object is a monster like you. But..."

She looked Siolitta up and down, her figure so petite it was almost childlike, and spoke with a hint of doubt.
"Are you really of marriageable and childbearing age...? Are your parents aware of the things you're claiming to be doing...?"

Chloe vaguely remembered the other person mentioning their age in the palace, but the number felt so weightless and insignificant that she couldn't help but double-check. The Creteans have always revered healthy and strong physiques, especially in their choice of partners. Tall, muscular, and powerful female warriors are always highly sought after, while a petite and delicate girl like Hyolitta, so fragile she seemed like she could break at any moment—a girl who went against the prevailing Cretean aesthetic… Chloe found it hard to believe that Mirad, who had grown up in such an environment, could feel worldly love for her.

"My genitals are perfectly healthy, aren't they? They're ready to welcome a new little life at any time."

Siolitta seemed oblivious to the deeper meaning in Chloe's words. She smiled and replied, placing her hand on her lower abdomen, "It's just that Lord Mirad hasn't fully accepted me yet! But that's only a matter of time!"

"……snort."

Bishop Patrice snorted coldly, his white eyebrows furrowing together.

"I haven't fully accepted it yet... Ah."

Chloe seemed thoughtful. "You wouldn't have just declared yourself to be little Mirad's fiancée... would you?"

"Woo..."

Siolitta's eyes flickered, her lips pursed slightly, and her voice gradually lowered, "But I really, really like Lord Mirad, and he didn't even object to me calling myself his fiancée."

Looking at her like this, Chloe's expression softened. She exchanged a glance with Patrice, and although the old bishop still had a stern face, his tense jawline seemed to have relaxed a little.

"Over the past few days, I've gained some understanding of the habits of monsters, and I know how passionate and genuine your desires can be..."

Milady probably didn't feel any ill will towards Lilim; it's more likely he was unsure how to respond to her overwhelming emotions. If we're talking about whether he has feelings for her... well, he probably does.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have tolerated this girl's presence until now, and wouldn't have ignored her claim of being his fiancée.

This isn't something that can be easily refused and explained away; little Mirand wouldn't show any mercy in such matters.

"Well, anyway, I don't mean any objection... Lord Patrice feels the same way, doesn't he? We just hope that this relationship can be built on mutual understanding and sincerity."

She paused, then her azure eyes blinked mischievously.

"I sincerely wish that you and little Milad will become a happy couple."

"boom!"

Just then, the fireball symbolizing the start of the race exploded in the air, and the runners on the obstacle course began their movements the instant they saw the expanding and scattering flames.

Spatial Anchoring! More than a dozen spells of varying strength that prevented teleportation intertwined, completely enveloping the starting point!
In the past thousand years of the Demon Realm, many unrestricted races have ended before they even begin... Skilled and well-prepared spellcasters activate spatial teleportation magic before spatial anchoring magic takes effect, crossing the finish line before all other competitors.

But that wasn't exactly exciting, and the audience wasn't quite satisfied. Over time, a tacit rule emerged among the competitors: don't use spatial teleportation magic at the start of the race...

That being said, spatial anchoring still needs to be implemented.

"The race has begun! In the lead right now is... Miss Lich Suss and her flying shuttle! The streamlined shell and the design that only considers speed... it's the new product from the Miradria Magic Research Institute! Hmm? Ah? You said they didn't sponsor the unlimited race this time, so you want me to advertise less? No problem!"

The wyvern-like host calmly flipped through a page of his speech, "It all happened so suddenly, audience! Let's skip the first one and look at the second contestant... Wait, wait, wait, wait? Lord Mirad? Why is Lord Mirad on the track?! He's carrying contestant Loran and charging ahead, leaving the other contestants far behind! This... this is against the rules! Let's see what the judges and referees have to say!"

The judges' panel appeared on the large projection mirror above the training field.

Bishop Patrice said there was no problem.

Miss Chloe, the heroine of the sea god, picked up the small sign that read "!"
As for Lady Siolitta… Lady Siolitta was practically ready to pull out her cheerleader uniform and pom-poms to cheer on Lady Mirad!
The other judges also gave very tacit answers, stating that there were no problems and that everything complied with the regulations!
"Haha, it seems everyone agrees that the judges rushed onto the track to help their favorite girl win the championship... In fact, this is exactly what you wanted to see, isn't it!"

A thunderous cheer erupted from the audience, and the monsters from the other world shouted even louder. No matter the time, such behavior was always warmly welcomed by the monsters!
(End of this chapter)