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

Chapter 167 Wilmarina Noskurim
In that knightly order of only one, the lone hero seemed to have changed.

Wilmarina Noskurim walked straight through the Senate corridor without glancing to either side. Her spotless knightly uniform clashed sharply with the dark, luxurious decor of the corridor. The heavy soles of her boots sank into the velvet carpet, absorbing all sound.

She didn't have to pass through here.

According to the schedule set by her father, she should be undergoing combat training under the witness of everyone in the Holy Knights. But for some reason, Wilmarina suddenly felt that she could take a slightly different route today.

The soundproofing magic installed outside the conference room was almost ineffective against a top-tier hero like her. This allowed her to hear the arrogant yet somewhat mocking laughter and curses coming from inside, from the hero who was a few years older than her.

"Yes, yes, those old fogies, what reason are you planning to use this time to declare me mentally ill?"

Even through the wall, she could imagine the hero sitting with his legs crossed, admiring his brightly colored, newly painted nail polish... a nonchalant yet radiant smile on his face.

"...Huh? Because they found foreign cosmetics in my luggage, they suspect I've been corrupted by the extravagant lifestyle of Visegran? Pfft. How dare you esteemed, well-off gentlemen say such a thing, huh?"

"Hero, Kissfield! Your interrogation is not over yet, please straighten your attitude! We all know that you were forced to join the rebellious ranks under the coercion of Priestess Emni, so we are giving you a chance to redeem yourself... After this interrogation, you will certainly regain your freedom!"

She wasn't like this before.

Wilmarina's pace slowed down without her realizing it.

Although he was rebellious and flamboyant, he didn't go so far as to talk back to the nobles in the Senate.

Because of her unconventional style, few people in Lescatje were willing to approach her openly, and the Knights of the Flame, to which she belonged, was reduced to only one person after several downsizings.

What did she experience in Visegrand?
To openly clash with the Senate like this... is truly unwise. Priestess Emnis, who was Kieslfeld's patron, died in a foreign land, and her body could not even be brought back to Rescade for burial... Her meager remaining estate was naturally divided up by various parties, leaving Kieslfeld with only the title of captain of the Flameweaver Knights.

The nobles, who were wolfing down their inheritance, were so full that no one cared where Priestess Emni's thousands of private soldiers had gone... They probably died in Vesegrave, just like her.

Ha! I heard that old woman dared to go to a foreign country and start a mutiny with just one brave warrior and a few thousand private soldiers. I don't know where she got the guts. In the end, didn't we have to rely on our political wisdom and methods to clean up the mess she left behind?
...Priestess Emni herself quickly became the laughing stock in the upper echelons of the Rescade Church.

At the ball, you could often hear jokes like "You do things like Emmy" or "You're just like Emmy."

Wilmarina's thoughts were interrupted by the sudden opening of the conference room door.

"...Finally finished talking. A bunch of idiots who only know how to spout official jargon and eat their fill of grease."

The ends of her golden twin tails gradually turned flame-colored. Her owner clearly took great care of them, as there were no splits or messiness at all... That was the first impression the girl gave.

Then, usually, it's the second glance.

People will notice her unrestrained, radiant smile.
Only at the very end will one notice her flawless makeup.

Kissfield yawned. She hadn't had time to catch up on sleep because she had chatted with the uncle too late yesterday... She looked up and met the eyes of the light blue-haired hero who was standing there in a daze.

"Hey, isn't this the little girl from the Nosculim family? How have you been lately? Tsk. You don't look too good, your skin is super dry. Want to fight? If you beat me, I'll teach you how to take care of your skin."

Following behind Kieslfield was a marquis… who clearly had heard her offensive remark, and his expression turned hostile.
"Hero, Kissfield. Do not linger here. Return to the area designated by the Senate immediately. Also, considering your disrespectful remarks to the Senate members, your area of ​​activity will be further reduced."

"Actually, I've always wondered, if I keep calling you idiots and morons, will you eventually just give me a chair and let me eat, drink, relieve myself, and sleep on it?"

"...The Senate will respect the rights of every citizen."

"'The Senate will respect the rights of every citizen'? Hahaha... That's hilarious. I need to write that down... Could you say it again? By the way, how come I never realized you guys were so funny before?"

Wilmarina gazed silently at Kieslfield before her. The problem child, subjected to such strict supervision, held no trace of gloom in her eyes; instead, they shone with a light that Wilmarina couldn't comprehend.

"Lady Wilmarina, what are you doing here...?"

Marquis Samir frowned deeply, his gaze filled with scrutiny and conjecture.

The only daughter of the most prominent family in the country, the Noscurim, and the strongest hero on whom the Senate places high hopes... Her appearance is by no means accidental.

Was she sending some kind of signal on behalf of her powerful father? Or was it the Northum family's silent response to the recent series of actions by the Senate?
“I was just passing by. My colleagues at the training ground have been waiting for a long time. Please excuse me, Marquis Samir.”

Wilmarina turned to leave, but paused at just the right moment and added, "The rare red wine you sent to the mansion last month... Father tasted it in his spare time and said it was profound and had a long aftertaste."

Marquis Samir's wrinkles instantly smoothed out.
“Oh…oh! That would be wonderful, wonderful indeed. Lord Northculim is too kind. If your father is pleased, my estate’s cellars have an entire collection of the same vintage, ready to be used at any time…”

Kiesl crossed her arms and sneered, "A whole batch?" Wilmarina's retreating figure paused for a moment, then returned to normal.

Ignoring the Marquis of Sasser, who stood frozen in place with cold sweat pouring down his forehead, Kissfield hummed a song as she left the Senate.

Hmm, uncle~ uncle~ a handsome uncle with a woman on each arm... I wonder when he'll contact me again~

The simply furnished prison cell.

...This was completely different from the treatment she received in Visegrand. However, Kissfield didn't care much about that. In any case, she had altered the surveillance magic on the first day of her stay. The group of secret agents who kept watch day and night in shifts could only see the monotonous scenes she had preset and would report to their superiors that everything was normal and there were no abnormalities.

But now, an uninvited guest has entered this humble cell.

She was a bewitching demon with beautiful white wings.

The monster sat on Kissfield's hard bed, her long, slender, white legs elegantly crossed. She was flipping through the documents in her hands, occasionally making a note or two with the quill pen curled up in her tail, her demeanor as composed as if she were in her own office.

Kissfield ignored the monster that exuded an unusual presence. But when she saw her own clothes and socks, which had been neatly arranged and even folded by color, she couldn't help but click her tongue.

The monster caught the subtle sound of dissatisfaction. She stopped her work of correcting documents, looked up, and narrowed her scarlet eyes, which were exactly like those of Hiolita.

"Oh my, oh my, what little Kissfield said just now was so~ awesome, I really liked it~"

"Here we go again... Fourth Sister, the short nun with the super dark aesthetic. Weren't you busy arranging your troops and invading Rescade? I've been waiting for so long, where are your people... no, your monsters? ...And even if you deliberately mimic my tone, I won't wear those outfits you gave me. Besides, 'awesome'...? That word is so outdated..."

"Don't be so radical, little Kieslfield. My subordinates, they all have their own jobs. By the way, I have news about the uncle you've been longing for, do you want to know?"

"Huh? It's news that they've already left Creteia, right? I know, Uncle told me yesterday. Wow, that's hilarious, the news is so outdated."

"That's not it."

The white-winged, white-tailed demon shook its head.
"It is the attitude of the upper echelons of Rescade towards the visit of the resurrected saint."

Kieslfield slightly suppressed the smile on her face.

...This monster, who claims to be the fourth sister of Siolitta, actually came to her with something serious to discuss.

Looking back on the previous times, she would either bring a few clothes that looked dark and wicked, with pitifully little fabric, to her for a fitting, or she would subtly inquire about the progress of her relationship with the older man in a tone of an elder questioning a younger person. After receiving her reply of "Steady progress, absolutely brilliant conquest in progress," she seemed quite satisfied with her attitude and answers, and even showed a gratified expression of "a promising student"...

Sigh, in short, she's an incredibly troublesome, difficult-to-manage, and strangely charming monster who's overly friendly. In these respects, she's just like Siolitta. You can only say they're family.

"What are those old fogies up to now? They dare to lay a hand on a living saint like Uncle?"

"There are more ways to solve problems than just using force. And if we're talking about force..."

"Stop with the riddles, Siolitta's fourth sister. I'm not very bright, and I'm too lazy to think about all those complicated things. Anyway, Uncle said he would take me with him to change Rescadeer, and he will definitely do it."

As she said this, a smile returned to her face.

"...That's true. I was overthinking it. Also, the reversal curse within you... it's almost completely eroded away, isn't it?"

From the very first day back in Rescade, Kieslfir was subjected to a "purification" ritual, during which the blessing of the Supreme God and Hero was reversed so that she could be properly controlled.

Fortunately, she had demonic power within her, and the divine power remaining in Kiesfield's body had long been eroded and assimilated... The remaining bit of magic power, when transformed into curses and weakening effects, was practically nonexistent.

In other words... Kieslfeld's strength has not only not weakened, but has actually become stronger than before she left Rescuetier.

She is the undisputed strongest warrior in the Thunder Kingdom right now.

This is one of the reasons why the Senate has been hesitant to issue a verdict and has instead been using a variety of psychological evaluation meetings to stall for time, trying to wear down her will and understand what she is thinking.

I still vividly remember the stunned expressions on the faces of those old fogies who thought they had been weakened after I only showed them a little bit of my strength.

After that, they dared not make any rash moves.

(End of this chapter)