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

Chapter 157 Luo Gen's Confession (4K)

"Logen, do you think Orpheus and I would be considered partners?"

For no apparent reason, Mirad suddenly felt like asking the other person this question.

in other words……

"What...do you think of my relationship with Orpheus?"

"Ask me? Well, you've come to the right person, buddy. I think it's really awkward that you two are always together but won't admit that you're partners."

Gently tugging at Mirad's hair, Loran pouted where he couldn't see.

…Who asks a girl this kind of question? If I weren't so forgiving and tolerant, I would have bitten the head off right there and then, you two-timing philanderer.

But... never mind. Whether the head is made of wood or stone, biting into it and breaking your teeth is the only thing that will hurt you.

Crouching down, Loran buried her nose in Mirad's flowing golden hair, sniffing out its scent.

Perhaps it was the effect of being transformed into a demon, but she felt that she was now particularly sensitive to smells, especially the smell of Mirad.

Sigh, how did it end up with such a mixed bag of girls' scents? It seems her worries when she first woke up weren't unfounded... There really are a lot of girls who like his clueless, clueless type.

...Unfortunately, she liked it too.

"Luo Gen, what are you doing...?"

"I'm trying to figure out where to start. But then I think about how hard you work, how dedicated you are, how much you serve the people, and suddenly I don't want to bite your head anymore. Sigh, judge, how about I give you a massage to relieve your fatigue?"

The smooth thigh that was clamping Mirad's face twisted slightly, the exquisite sensation causing his racing rhythm to become somewhat disordered, and his speed to suddenly slow down. Loren's playful laughter came from above him; she was definitely doing it on purpose, amused by his embarrassed state.
"Back to your issue with Orpheus, do you really think you're not a couple? Dude, you can fool yourself, but you can't fool my nose... My nose is sharper than a dog's now. Every morning, you wake up to her kisses, don't you?"

"……Yes."

Orpheus would always sneak into his room when he was half-awake and drowsy, using her increasingly skilled techniques to help him solve his morning ailments.

...Perhaps what increased at the same time was not only her skills, but also her understanding of his body.

"So do you think it's appropriate for non-couples to do these things?"

"Something's not right, and it shouldn't be like this."

"That settles it. You two have simply rekindled your old flame, but you're both held back by things from the past... That's my opinion of your relationship."

Luo Gen sighed. Who would have thought that she, a lifelong single, would one day be able to help people analyze relationships... especially since this person was her crush. This whole thing just sounds so abstract.

"But I want to know more than just that, Luo Gen. Not an objective, fair, and rational analysis. But from your own perspective, whether as a close friend or something else... how do you see it?"

Mirad squinted.

There's a sharp bend ahead. If the leading lich can't pull away, he might be overtaken and won't have much of a chance to catch up again.

The other party clearly realized this as well, and adjusted several magic models on the control panel. The shuttle-shaped flying object, which Mirad could still track with his dynamic vision, instantly became a blur, and then, a sonic wave swept around.

Fortunately, the entire track was a temporary alternate dimension opened up specifically for the competition... so there's no need to worry about the spectators being affected.

"What else can I think? Congratulations, best wishes, and gifts—it's all done! Given our relationship, I might even get a bridesmaid position at your wedding..."

Luo Gen said casually, "...Oh, just go straight ahead. We won't be exposed to the lich's exhaust fumes. There's a shortcut if we go straight."

"it is good."

Without much thought, Mirand chose to trust Loran's judgment.

Instead of following the lich piloting the flying shuttle in a race on the curves, it sped off the track and plunged straight into the magically created forest along the way.

"Oh my god! Lord Mirad and contestant Loran have sped off the track! What's going on!?"

The host covered his mouth, and the magic mirror immediately turned towards the swaying bushes, but could no longer capture the two figures.
"As you may not know, there are well-equipped rest areas along the way if you can't hold back your excitement... But there are no rest areas in the direction that the resurrected saint and his best friend rushed towards. Could it be...!?"

The commentator's deliberately drawn-out tone elicited a good-natured chuckle from the audience.

Everyone in Creteia knew that Lord Mirad was utterly incapable of such feelings. If he were to actually come to his senses and accept a girl's confession, that would be national news. Therefore, they simply laughed off the host's ambiguous hints and turned their attention to the other contestants.

…Wait a minute, isn't leaving the track midway through the race considered a voluntary forfeiture of the competition?
Mirad didn't realize what was happening until he stepped into the forest.

Out of an almost instinctive trust in Luo Gen, he didn't question her decision; his body acted faster than his brain, and the result was...

They are now standing in a small space where the environment is completely different from that of the competition venue.

"Xiao Xi, Xiao Xi, this is Luo Gen. Please reply upon receipt. Step two of the plan is complete. What's the next instruction? Free rein? Hmm... I understand."

Luo Gen nimbly slid down from behind him, her feet landing firmly on the plush carpet. Only after confirming that the door was merely symbolic and couldn't be opened by force did her expression finally relax. A smug, lewd smile crept onto her lips, and she rubbed her hands together like a fly about to feast.

"Hehe, buddy. Looks like you can't leave this room without doing *that*. Oh dear, that's really unfortunate... It's just the two of us here, neither that cold-faced little viper you usually hang out with nor that loli goat old lady you occasionally go to...?"

As she said, Mirad was quite certain that she had crossed the boundary between different worlds. After leaving the world where the race track was located, she was now in another small world, which was not large in area but had a variety of equipment.

The alluring pinkish-purple light flickered on the walls, casting an ambiguous, hazy hue over the entire room. The enormous bed in the center, covered in silk sheets, was shaped like a heart, which made him uneasy. On the other side of the room, walls and cabinets were filled with bottles and jars containing colorful liquids and ointments, emitting an unpleasant, sweet smell…

He casually picked up a bottle; it was icy cold to the touch. A label was thoughtfully placed on it to prevent users from mistaking it: "Slime's Secret Medicine."

Lord Mirad's magical power is quite abundant, so the slimes formed from that power might fill the entire room, you know? Hehehe... Tell Lord Mirad that this is an energy supplement provided by the Saifang, and he'll definitely drink it without hesitation. Now, little sister-in-law, you can enjoy yourself!

Oh right, remember to remove this label if you're going to use it.

Also, don't reveal that I helped! Lord Mirad will punish me!

After a brief moment of thought, Mirad decided that Hyolitta's buttocks wouldn't be intact tonight.

Despite his best efforts to prevent it, he still didn't expect that Luo Geng would be led astray by that troublemaker Lilim.

However, Mirad has only himself to blame for finding himself in this predicament. Why didn't he realize sooner that Loran's seemingly casual guidance harbored impure motives...?
"...Rogeria".

Now, no matter how dull or slow-witted Mirand might be, he could no longer believe that Loran had no feelings for him.

"Yeah, buddy, go ahead, I'm listening."

Luo Geng casually crossed her legs and sat on the bed, taking off her hair tie from her wrist and putting it in her mouth.

She raised her arm, her long, strong fingers running through her slightly sweaty and messy gray hair, neatly combing back the stray hairs that fell across her forehead and temples, and tying them into a ponytail at the back of her head.

Perhaps it was the effect of the flickering lamplight that softened her face with a pinkish-purple glow. Her face, which usually carried a youthful cheerfulness and unruliness, now appeared strangely alluring.

She sat there casually, one leg crossed over the other. Her athletic shorts, already excessively short, were rolled up even more because of her posture. As a result, large swathes of her firm, rounded breasts were completely exposed to Mirallard's view.

The skin there is firm from years of exercise, and its lack of sunlight gives it a delicate whiteness.

Under the light, Mirad could even see the smooth lines revealed beneath the skin due to the subtle tension of the muscles.

Sweat trickled down her waistline, seeping into the gap between her shorts and skin, leaving a faint damp mark in that area.

She seemed completely unaware of how alluring her posture was... or perhaps she was aware. Because Luo Gen chuckled softly, propped herself up with her hand, and leaned back, revealing even more.

The image of his androgynous, gray-haired best friend gradually overlapped in Mirard's mind with that of the charming and alluring woman before him.

"When...did you start liking me?"

He finally asked the question that had been lingering in his mind for a long time, but he had never thought about it in detail.

Was it the period of time before or after that kiss that morning?

Or did it gradually sprout after the recovery due to interactions with other girls?

"Dude, before answering this question, I'd like to hear your opinion of me... everything."

"all?"

"Everything. Including your past speculations, your thoughts when we first met, and your current impressions of me."

"The first time I saw you, you looked as pathetic as a little dog caught in the rain..."

Luo Geng couldn't hold back her laughter from the very first sentence. She covered her mouth, trying to suppress the uncontrollable upturn of her lips, but laughter still leaked out from between her fingers. "Pfft... Sorry, wait, wait a minute... Was I that dirty back then?"

Seeing her barely suppressed laughter, Mirand chuckled along. The tension arising from the ambiguous relationship dissipated considerably at that moment. He nodded, his expression serious as he recalled...

"You were pretty dirty. There were a few wet seaweeds hanging from your head, and your clothes were covered in sand and mud. I felt like if I didn't pick you up, you might have been swept away by the waves."

"After getting to know you better, I realized you're a really nice person. Even though you say silly things, you're kinder than anyone else at heart."

"Later, I began to speculate a little about your background."

“You must come from a country where monsters have disappeared… or rather, where monsters don’t exist at all. Gods, fairies, elves… these creatures are fictional beings that only exist in literature, and similarly, there is no magic there. After all, you didn’t even know how to use the magic within you back then, and I had to teach you step by step.”

"The level of technological development in that country should far surpass that of Cretia at that time. Otherwise, you wouldn't have been able to produce design blueprints that made those dwarf craftsmen frown. You are very skilled in operating and using the Mirror of Reflection. In your country, such devices that can transmit information in real time may have already become commonplace."

“You’ve never seen blood or been on a real battlefield, but your understanding of war and conflict isn’t as pure as a blank sheet of paper. I can only make the following conjecture: Your world is generally at peace, but there are still conflicts in some areas. You can learn about the war on the other side of the continent through a means similar to a magic mirror. This can also explain your delicate skin.”

"As for Luo Gen yourself, you are probably an only child, and your parents love you very, very, very much..."

"Alright, alright, bro, stop talking..."

Luo Gen finally couldn't hold back and raised her hand to interrupt. A smile still lingered on her face, but her eyes had already begun to redden slightly.
"If you keep talking, buddy, I might really lose all my underwear."

"So...why did you fall in love with me? And when...?"

Mirad was still completely confused.

Seeing his somewhat bewildered expression, Luo Geng couldn't help but pat him on the shoulder.

Arriving here for the first time, unfamiliar with the place and its people, I met a sunny, handsome, gentle, and kind golden retriever who patiently taught me how to survive in this world... Isn't this imprinting effect enough?

That golden retriever wasn't just putting on an act. He genuinely observed and recorded her every unintentional gesture, every word that slipped out of her mouth, a word that seemed to belong to another world. He would sift through ancient maps, consult learned scholars, and try every possible way to find a place that might be her hometown. Time and again, she would jokingly deny it, yet he wouldn't give up. His stubbornness made it seem as if he, not she, was the one who had left her homeland and couldn't find his way back. She didn't even dare tell him that she actually came from a completely different world, afraid that this man, whom she cared about more than herself, would be heartbroken… Wasn't this affection and concern enough?
But Golden Retrievers aren't perfect either; they have their flaws. They overthink, want to help everyone, and try their best to meet and respond to everyone's expectations, yet they never seem to see the expectations of the girl with her own little crush... Isn't this stubbornness and infuriating helplessness enough?
All those words can be summed up in one sentence.

She looked up, met Mirad's gaze, cupped his face in her hands, and a radiant, almost dazzling smile bloomed on her lips.

"...Because you're an idiot, and I, with my pica, am a fucking idiot lover."

(End of this chapter)