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

Chapter 168 Inside the Carriage

"Oh... this is the capital of Rescadeer? It certainly looks much grander than Cretia..."

Luo Gen lifted the carriage curtain, peering through the gap at a glimpse of the city. She was kneeling by the window, the smooth curve of her back cascading down to a perfect finish.
The towering buildings, the pristine white facades, and the stained-glass windows that reflect the brilliant sunlight... In terms of sheer grandeur and refinement, the city is indeed more magnificent than the royal capital of Cretia, which has just awakened from a thousand years of petrification and is still recovering.

…But after watching it for so long, I'm tired of it.

It was indeed more magnificent and grand, but upon closer inspection, something felt off. Even the hems of the flower girls' skirts on the street were spotless, and there wasn't a speck of dust on the streets despite the lack of any automatic cleaning magic... Luo Gen pursed her lips; the deliberate act was pungent and irritating, like a school preparing for an inspection by higher authorities.

"My butt is so numb from sitting. Dude, can you rub it for me?"

Loren drew the curtains, naturally turning her back to Mirad, and then pointed to her lower back.

"it is good."

Mirad didn't press Loren for an answer. She was sitting in the magically designed shock-absorbing chair that she had developed herself out of boredom these past few days, which supposedly absorbed 90% of the bumps, so why was her buttocks still numb? He simply reached out and pressed down on the firm juncture of her waist and hips with just the right amount of force.

"...How come you two are all lovey-dovey in the blink of an eye? Have you considered my feelings at all? We're practically sworn siblings, yet you're doing such lewd things in front of my real fiancée, waah..."

This time, Siolitta once again chose a well-tailored, form-fitting nun's habit. Like Loran, she used humanization magic to perfectly conceal her monster features, allowing her to enter the territory of Rescadeer without hindrance.

She pretended to cry as she slipped under Mirad's arms, her petite body leaning against him, while her restless legs tentatively tried to touch his knees.

"Actually, actually my little bottom is quite numb too... Lord Mirad, what do you think...?"

"...Xiao Xi, weren't you suspended in mid-air the whole way? Where did you finally sit?"

Loran turned around and pinched Hyolitta's cheek, only to be angrily slapped away by the latter with a paw.

“Is it wrong to be tired… mentally exhausted?” Hiolitta puffed out her chest confidently, causing the fabric of her nun’s habit to fold slightly. “Maintaining an elegant posture while hovering and having to be careful not to bump into the car wall is really tiring, you know. What’s wrong with enjoying it!”

Instead of using spatial teleportation magic to directly enter the capital of Rescadeye, they chose the most formal and time-consuming route: first arriving at the border of Rescadeye, going through cumbersome entry procedures, and then traveling by carriage, swaying and bumping their way into the capital.

The three people in the carriage knew the reason perfectly well. Cretia had not established formal diplomatic relations with Rescadeye, and given the current new situation in Cretia where humans and demons coexisted... Rescadeye, this long-established anti-monster nation, would certainly not recognize Cretia's sovereignty.

In the official narrative of Rescadeer, Cretia is probably just another stain that has been completely conquered by monsters and needs to be erased from the map of the civilized world.

Therefore, Mirad's visit this time was more in his personal capacity as the Resurrected Saint than as a representative of the official delegation from Cretea. The only people openly accompanying him were Loran, his close friend and one of the five heroes, and Sister Siolitta, who served as his attendant.

Mirad also gave Siolitta's little peach a squeeze... The little girl was snuggling in his arms just like a child vying for his affection. Siolitta, who had been quite energetic, immediately went limp and let out a satisfied purr from deep in her throat.

"Hehehe, if people knew what happened in this carriage, I can't even imagine how sensational the headlines would be. Speaking of which... Professor Obora must have already infiltrated the radical faction, right?"

Instead of accompanying them, Opola chose to leave Creteia first, using spatial teleportation magic to enter the capital of Rescadeer and make contact with the radical demons lurking within the capital.

In the past few days, she and Mirad have been exchanging information using the Reflection Mirror. Mirad has also learned from her about the current situation in the capital city of Rescadeye, as well as the arrangements made by the radical faction.

Simply put, all factions are in a rather delicate state of silence.

For example, the Senate postponed a faction's application to execute a hero, citing the visit of a saint and the need to maintain its international image.

If they fail to recruit them, they will slander the heroes of the opposing forces as monsters, then use the divine magic within the heroes to create an extremely powerful all-around weakening curse, and finally execute them... Such behavior is now being performed openly in Rescadeye.

But now that news of Milad's impending visit has spread throughout the upper echelons, even the Senate of Rescue dared not approve such an application that would clearly change the situation, and could only keep delaying it by saying that it would be discussed at another day.

The result was... the hero, supposedly named Alameria, survived, her execution reduced to mere house arrest with restrictions on her movements. The faction that was so eager to use this to suppress rival forces, but failed to pay attention to the changing international situation... has been quiet these past few days, not causing any major disturbances.

"It's been so great these past few days without Professor Obora... No classes and no homework... Dude, don't tell Professor Obora what I'm saying, or I'll get you caught in the crossfire!"

“I won’t tell her.” Mirad nodded without changing his expression, and the mirror reflecting the magic mirror in his hand shifted half an inch.

"That's more like it, buddy, you know what's good for you... Whatever reward you want, your dear god-sister will give you anything... Oh?"

Luo Gen chuckled and leaned closer, her gaze inadvertently sweeping over the Reflection Mirror in Mirad's hand... meeting the calm golden eyes reflected in the mirror.

“The contact with her was open from the very beginning,” Mirand added calmly, “so you were the one who snitched.”

"...Luo Gen. How is your progress on the exercises I assigned before I left? I hope that before I meet with you all to check, you can fully understand and skillfully apply the construction principles of the new type of composite magic circuit."

"Gah!"

Luo Gen closed her eyes, her head slumped, and she fell stiffly onto Mirard's lap, seemingly dead. "Foaming at the mouth! Sister-in-law, don't die!"

Hiolitta shook Loran's shoulders, tears streaming down her face.
"If you die... then, then I'll be left facing the giant seal alongside that greedy, cold-faced female snake, Orpheus! I can't compete with her forked tongue, waaaaah..."

She was crying halfway through when she suddenly remembered something, and turned to Mirad with teary eyes.
"...Wait a minute, let me ask first. Lady Mirad, you're not also contacting Ophius at the same time, are you?"

"No."

"Okay, then I'm relieved! That possessive female snake... she's always reluctant to give me her delicious food, and I have to pester her for a while before she reluctantly agrees... even though Professor Rodan and Professor Obola are both very willing! Although the portions are always generous enough to fill me up..."

"I can hear you."

Ophiucus's cold voice came from the mirror in Mirad's hand. The color drained from Siolitta's face instantly, and she stiffly turned to face the mirror.

...The second mirror in Obola's hand reflected Ophius's expressionless, cold face. Clearly, the two monsters were communicating privately.

"It was Obola who contacted her, not me."

"Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh, please stop playing these word games! Lord Mirad, how could you have such a perverse sense of humor...! Who taught you this?"

"If you're not satisfied, I'll give you special treatment tonight."

After leaving those words, Ophiuchus hung up the phone with Obola. She had only wanted to ask her how to make a certain dish so she could send some homemade snacks to Mirad that evening... The Medusas had told her it was a very good way to strengthen their bond.

Obora smiled faintly, "I've sent you the documents too, Mirad. I still have a few new witches to instruct... so I'll wrap this up for now."

"Ah."

The magic mirror in Mirad's hand turned back into a normal mirror.

"It's...it's all over!"

Hiolitta huddled in the corner of the carriage, her head in her hands, curled up in a ball.
"I'm going to be punished by snakes for forked tongues tonight... Lord Mirad, what are you laughing at! I'm going to be under special attention tonight, and you can't escape either!? I can step barefoot on an egg without it breaking, hehehe..."

Even Mirad couldn't help but point it out, "...Isn't that because you flew?"

To be fair, Hiolitta's feet were indeed very agile, and she was able to understand Mirad's inner needs.

Combined with her sweet voice and devilish mannerisms, the big seal always managed to be defeated by her.

"Then let's put it another way! I can tie a cherry stem into a knot with my toes, you know!"

Luo Gen, who had seemingly risen from the dead, raised her head. "...It doesn't sound nearly as impactful as the original tongue explanation."

It felt even better to bury her face between Mirad's legs than she had imagined... Dude, those well-built thighs of yours are perfect for me to use as a pillow.

"Dexterity and control are both indispensable; you, a tech-savvy player aided by magical machines, would never understand that!"

"My toes are pretty dexterous too."

Loran lifted her foot, spread her toes, and clamped her earlobe between them, causing the latter to squeal and scream.

"We're about to enter the upper city area."

Mirad patted Loran's thigh at the right moment to let her go of Hyolita. Although the carriage had been enchanted with soundproofing and anti-peeping magic by Hyolita, a pass was still required to enter the upper city.

Luo Ran straightened up and tidied her messy hair. "Get off? I'm too lazy to deal with those nobles and priests... I'd like to visit the monastery where Kiesfield grew up. She said there's a mark of her height on one of the trees there."

"Let's wait until the meeting is over. After that, there's a banquet hosted by the head of the Nosculim family..."

Mirad took out several invitations... The ink and paper were unexpectedly simple and unadorned, showing that the other party wanted to leave an impression of being approachable and living a simple life.

"These nobles and priests aren't planning to fill your schedule with all sorts of banquets and balls so you can't go out and explore the city, are they...? They can't be that stupid... right?"

"We'll see when the time comes, won't we, Lord Mirad?"

(End of this chapter)