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

Chapter 170 Trial
Back in Visegrand, Kieslfield had mentioned Wilmarina more or less... naturally including the fact that she was only the second strongest hero in the territory of Rescade.

Now that the strongest warrior was right in front of him, Mirad truly wanted to test his strength. He wanted to gauge the nation's military power, and also see if, as Hyolitta had said, something else was hidden beneath that refined exterior.

Luo Gen clicked his tongue, "...Hehehe, that old Deng was dumbfounded, not bad, buddy. By the way, I glanced at the map of the capital that Professor Obola gave me, and the nearest place is this manor's meadow, it's big enough... Sigh, rich dog."

"Lord Mirad...please don't do this...violence is wrong..."

Clutching Mirad's sleeve, Hiolitta shook her head, tears welling in her eyes, looking utterly pitiful. But on the communication channel, her tone was completely different.
"Oh ho~ Lord Mirad, please go ahead, I've already prepared to record! Lorenzo, you said before that the lapel pin could be filmed from multiple angles, right...?"

"It's all taken care of. I just copied the existing sensor system from Pantelekia, and it works perfectly," Luo Ran said confidently.

"Now? Here?"

Wilmarina's eyes widened slightly. She wasn't carrying the holy sword, and the dress she was wearing wasn't very practical for movement...

The priest of Nosculim maintained his polite smile. "Your Excellency Mirard, this is probably inappropriate. As you surely understand, given the current international situation, if word gets out of this competition, some might seize the opportunity to claim that the Nosculim family is using force to intimidate their distinguished guest, or question Rescateyer's diplomatic protocol..."

His gaze swept over all the guests before finally settling on Mirad. "Moreover, as the leader of the Holy Ice Flower Knights, if my daughter were to fight with a guest at her own banquet, it would likely give others cause for criticism. I hope you can understand a father's concerns."

"This old man is just pretending to be ignorant."

Luo Ran scoffed over the communication channel.
"All the nobles and priests here are his men. Who would dare to spread the word? Who would dare to say a word against it?"

Although he couldn't see Lorenz's expression, Mirad could perfectly imagine the eye roll she made when she said those words.

He smiled. "What you say makes perfect sense, Priest of Northculim. I hadn't considered it carefully."

"It would be so much better if you could understand..."

"But I really want to play."

Mirad changed the subject, her smile still gentle, "Please understand and be accommodating. Ah, it's getting late, I'll go warm up on the meadow first."

Before the other party could react, amidst Loran's laughter on the communication channel, Mirad took Hyolitta's hand. The astonished nobles and priests made way for them, leaving the banquet hall that made him feel so uncomfortable.

A gentle evening breeze ruffled the soft meadow.

Mirad was still dressed in a formal suit, but the cuffs were casually gathered up to her elbows, revealing her forearms with clearly defined lines and slightly visible veins.

Now, unseen by the nobles and priests, Siolitta finally stopped hiding. Lilim chuckled, stroking Mirad's arm, feeling the power contained beneath his warm skin.
Luo Geng teased, "Wow, there's a little hooligan here."

"You clearly enjoy touching Lord Mirad's pectoral muscles more than I do, what nonsense are you spouting, you big female hooligan?"

Hiolitta immediately retorted, pressing her cheek almost against Mirad's arm. His large hand hadn't let go of hers since they left the banquet hall, and being enveloped in his rough yet warm palm made her feel a little lightheaded.

"That's different. Ah, I was massaging my buddy's pectoral muscles, and I'm always happy for him to massage mine in return. It's about helping each other out."

I didn't wear the armband this time, so I guess I won't need it much.

Mirad gazed at the brightly lit mansion in the distance. He had given Wilmarina ten minutes... enough time for the girl to change into suitable clothes and pick out a barely usable weapon.

If the other party doesn't accept the challenge... he can just leave and spend the precious time he saved from the boring banquet at the orphanage.

"Ah, here she comes."

Just as Siolitta was about to continue arguing with Loran, she sensed something and looked toward the end of the meadow.

Over there, a tall, slender figure was walking steadily towards them.

Wilmarina had changed into a simple white training uniform and was holding an unsharpened ceremonial longsword. The moonlight illuminated her short, light blue hair, making her icy blue eyes stand out in the night.

Hiolitta's soft hand slipped from Mirad's palm and she trotted to the side, giving the two of them enough space.

Following behind Wilmarina were a group of guests and the priests of Northculim. The father smiled and nodded slightly when he noticed Mirad's gaze.

"Lord Mirad,"

Wilmarina stopped five steps away, her longsword pointing diagonally at the ground. "Please enlighten me."

"Hmm... there are no limits, do your best. Hiolitta, you count down."

"Eh...me, me?"

The delicate little nun was taken aback at first, then tried her best to straighten her back.

"Okay...okay, if it's what you want, Lord Mirad, I'll do it. Three...two...one...ee-ya!"

The howling wind lifted Siolitta's silvery-white hair, obscuring her face.

The instant her countdown ended, Wilmarina moved! She charged forward like an arrow released from a bow, the meadow churning and the ground being plowed with two deep furrows! The ceremonial longsword slashed through the night sky; though unsharpened, it still possessed the aura of a warrior facing a thousand men, aiming straight for Mirad's shoulder amidst the howling wind!

They had a good momentum, but lacked the will to win.

Shouldn't I have forced her to fight me? But Kissfield seemed quite happy back then...

Mirad stood firm, neither dodging nor evading. He easily deflected the thrust of the ceremonial longsword with his arm, then swung a powerful punch at Wilmarina's jaw. The heavy blow missed its mark, and her figure was replaced by a phantom formed of condensed ice crystals.

The ice crystals shattered into countless dazzling sparkles, but the true sword tip silently appeared from behind Mirad. Wilmarina had somehow circled into his blind spot, her longsword pointing straight at his heart.

"Did it hit?" someone among the nobles watching the battle exclaimed in a low voice.

Battles that can be observed by the naked eye of ordinary people are extremely rare at the level above the hero. In most battles, the chance of victory is fleeting, and some are even just a tenth of a second of space.

Wilmarina clearly hadn't reached her maximum speed; her movement around to Mirad's back appeared to Mirad as if it were a slow-motion reflection from the Magic Mirror.

Mirad dodged to the side as if he had eyes in the back of his head, his right hand gripping the girl's sword-wielding wrist like an iron clamp. The icy magic instantly rebounded from the point of contact, attempting to freeze his arm.

Do you know Kieslfield?

Mirad let the frost spread across his arm, his voice low and only the two of them could hear, "She is also a hero of Rescadeye, but that girl is not quite like you... Even in training battles, she will give it her all."

His wrist trembled slightly, and the ice shattered instantly.

"Come again."

Releasing her grip on the other's wrist, Wilmarina used the momentum to pull back, her icy blue eyes flickering slightly.

Oh, it seems they know each other...that makes sense.

In stark contrast to the fiery passion of Kieslfield, Wilmarina gave Mirallard a chilling, bone-deep feeling.

It may be more than just a description.

In the instant he was thinking, the milky white fog had quietly dissipated over the meadow, reducing visibility to a mere few tens of centimeters. The moisture contained in the tender leaves was frozen into ice crystals, which made a clear, crisp sound as the girl lightly stepped on them!

Using fake footsteps to create a diversion?
An interesting tactic, but isn't relying solely on the freezing fog to obscure vision a bit too much of an underestimation of the enemy?

One, ten, hundred, thousand... Hmm, a phantom composed of 1367 ice crystals, the kind that uses sheer numbers to confuse and deceive. So many! It's amazing she managed to cram them all into this meadow. And each ice crystal seems capable of moving independently...

Mirad kicked out a frozen lump of earth, which pierced through dozens of ice crystal phantoms before finally stopping. These shattered phantoms suddenly shrank, then silently exploded into suspended ice crystal dust!
But this is just the beginning.

Like the first domino toppling, the other phantoms touched by the ice dust began to crumble in a chain reaction. Crisp cracking sounds echoed one after another, as if an ice crystal dust storm had swept across the entire meadow. Under the moonlight, billions of ice crystals refracted a dreamlike halo, transforming the battlefield into a fairyland.

Luo Gen exclaimed over the comms channel, "Not bad, this background... Dude, give me a smile! Hey, yes, yes, that's the kind of helpless smile..."

Amidst the laughter and conversation, an extremely faint figure was hurtling towards the ground at an astonishing speed!
The real Wilmarina used the sound of the phantom disintegrating and the icy dust to conceal her footsteps and figure, her sword pointed straight at his throat!

"..."

Mirad sighed softly to herself. Beautiful. Exquisite.

But it still doesn't qualify as a real attack.

Leaving aside any intention to kill, even the will to win had completely vanished; not a trace of fighting spirit could be seen…

Does this girl really know what she's doing?

A standard trajectory, a restrained force.

He thought of Kieslfield again.

It was as if the girl was burning herself with every strike. Even the most basic spear thrust was infused with her entire being. As a result, the spear tip moved according to her will, making each move impossible to defend against.

As for Wilmarina… her magical power and skills may be superior to those of the previous Kissfield.

Mirad flicked his finger, and the shockwave struck the sword precisely. Wilmarina felt a numbness in her wrist, and the ceremonial longsword nearly slipped from her grasp.

"Shall we continue?" Mirad gazed at the slightly trembling tip of her sword. "Until you're willing to unleash your true power."

Wilmarina lowered her head, her hair falling down to obscure her eyes. "...I don't understand what you mean."

"Soundproofing magic, illusion magic... I've also temporarily negated the eavesdropping magic on you. And the freezing fog you released yourself..."

Mirad naturally helps his confused juniors whenever he can… He did the same with Klinshid and Eugene, and he did the same with Wilmarina before him. However, the girl's problem might be far more serious than he imagined.

"Now that no one knows about our conversation, you can relax a bit, child."

(End of this chapter)