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

Chapter 172 Initial Transformation
The night was deep, and the moonlight was bright.

Arnoni had just dragged his exhausted body away from the Knights' brightly lit encampment. In the past few days, news of the Resurrected Saint's impending visit to the capital city of Rescade had spread like wildfire throughout the streets and alleys.

Despite being just an ordinary recruit in the Holy Knights, the arrival of such a legendary figure should have been far removed from his life, but reality is illogical.

"Guys, get moving! With your strongest physiques and highest fighting spirit, let's welcome the Saint's inspection!"

...That's how the new recruit instructor, who was taking good care of him for some reason, yelled.

As a result, the training intensity of his company increased significantly. The daily drills that used to allow for some breathing room have now become like hell.

Every swing of the sword must be executed with all one's might, until the arm aches and goes numb. Every charge must be undertaken with a death-defying spirit, facing the simulated rain of demons. Every blow received must be met with clenched teeth, swallowing back the groans of pain.

Sweat soaked through the heavy lining of his armor, clinging stickily to his body. The muscle aches were constant, day and night.

Arnoni, however, did not have many complaints.

After all, having the opportunity to showcase one's honed skills in front of legendary heroes, even if only as part of the background, is a great honor in itself.

Moreover, for someone like him, who comes from an ordinary background but wants to earn fame and fortune in the military through his own efforts and get closer to that unattainable girl, every opportunity to become stronger is precious.

He just felt... a little tired.

Arnoni exhaled a puff of white breath... The temperature tonight was truly unusual. Despite it being a sweltering summer night, the air carried a chill, and the temperature was so low that he couldn't help but tighten his rather thin coat.

Fortunately, for some reason, the higher-ups recently took pity on the people and moved the residents of the slums to a welfare home overseen by the Church of Jesus Christ. Otherwise, with this drastic temperature change, who knows how many elderly people and children would have been freezing all night.

"Brother Ryan, I'm back."

Arnoni lowered his voice and knocked on the door at the agreed-upon rhythm. After a long pause, the dilapidated wooden door creaked open a crack. The tall, red-haired, burly man's figure was hidden in the shadows of the doorway. He looked around warily, confirming something, before nodding and letting him inside.

"You came back two hours late. Did that instructor you mentioned give you a hard time again?"

"I think... Instructor Meluse is actually nice to me..."

Arnoni twitched his nose as he answered. Sure enough, Chloe had made something delicious again today.

Instructor Meruse knew his ambitions and was well aware that if he performed well in front of the Resurrected Saint... he might have a chance to change his fate and be promoted. That's why she had been training him so ruthlessly these past few days.

"Training should be done in moderation, otherwise the disadvantages will outweigh the advantages."

"...You are right."

Arnoni couldn't beat Ryan, so in this situation, he usually just nodded in agreement.

More than ten days ago, this burly man with red hair forcefully moved into his house with a gentle woman with short, sea-blue hair... In exchange, he would teach Aroni martial arts and combat skills every night, while the woman with short, sea-blue hair would watch with a smile. When he was injured, she would release a warm, ocean-like miracle of healing.

Thanks to them, Arnoni's skills improved rapidly, and he has stood out from the other recruits of his class. Even his instructors have praised him highly.

As for the other party's identity... Arnoni had made some guesses.

Brother Ryan and Sister Chloe, no matter how you look at them, don't seem like ordinary people... That aura that subconsciously evokes envy and longing is quite similar to the one he once saw from afar.

But if he's a hero, why does he hide like an escaped prisoner...?
"Alright, you two, stop standing there like idiots at the door."

A gentle voice came from deep within the room.

"The food's getting cold... Come and eat."

It was the woman with short, sea-blue hair. She was carrying a steaming plate of stew as she walked out of the simple kitchen.

"Yes, I'm here," Ryan replied, closing the door behind him.

The food on the table was very simple, just some bread, vegetables, and stewed meat... but thanks to Chloe's skillful cooking, it exuded an enticing aroma.

Arnoni chewed on a hard slice of bread and asked indistinctly, "By the way... why is it so cold today?"

As soon as he spoke, he saw that Brother Ryan and Sister Chloe's expressions both turned strange.

"You little brat... when you left the camp tonight, did you even look up at the sky?"

"what?"

Ryan scratched his messy red hair, seemingly unsure how to explain it to him. Finally, as if giving up on thinking, he simply stood up and pushed open the window that was boarded up tightly.

A cool breeze whistled in, causing the candlelight on the table to flicker wildly.

Arnoni's gaze was also drawn to the view outside the window at that moment.

That's... the direction of the Upper City.

A colossal, ice-blue pillar rose majestically, piercing through the thick clouds and soaring into the dark night. Then, right before his eyes, the towering ice pillar crumbled with a deafening roar, as if it had never existed.

The low temperature that had swept through the entire capital city vanished without a trace, and the sweltering heat of the summer night returned to the skin.

"……I lost."

Wilmarina readily admitted her defeat. Her voice was calm, revealing little resentment.

The colossal, icy blue pillar that once connected heaven and earth has now transformed into countless fluttering ice crystals, drifting slowly around her like fine snowflakes that belong only to her.

A move made with all her might... taking into account the residents inside the city, she deliberately compressed its destructive power, and at the same time, the power was released upwards rather than to the ground.

It was precisely because of this that Mirad seized the opportunity to exploit the ice pillar's weakness... The opponent didn't even have to use the legendary Sword of Oath of Glory at his waist.

A simple, unremarkable straight punch shattered the seemingly indestructible ice pillar, completely extinguishing her chances of victory.

"Yes, this is the strongest hero... Remember this feeling."

Mirad brushed the ice shards off his shoulders and nodded in satisfaction.

After shedding a series of restrictions and constraints, Wilmarina's attack finally possessed the power befitting her status as the strongest warrior in Rescadeer.

"Thank you for your guidance."

Wilmarina's lips curled into a very faint smile. She bowed deeply to Mirard. When she turned away, the smile vanished, replaced by her usual cold expression.

She walked with steady steps back to the priest of Nosculim, whose face was pale but who still maintained a kind smile.

The nobles and high-ranking priests, who had been chattering incessantly, fell silent the moment the ice pillar appeared. Now, this move, which was beyond their imagination, was easily neutralized, leaving them with trembling lips and pale faces.

These usually arrogant and boastful dignitaries could only stare dumbfounded at the ice crystals scattering everywhere. Some unconsciously took a half step back, while others tilted their wine glasses, the wine about to spill, but they didn't even notice.

The wails of Hiolitta echoed through the communication channel.

"Waaaaah... Fourth Sister and Teacher Obora are both calling me!! How am I supposed to reply...? Miss Will... Miss Will Marina thinks we're not being treated well enough and is preparing to make shaved ice herself?"

"Don't worry, in my experience, playing dead at times like this will definitely work! Oh, Ms. Obora, when did you get next to me? What did I just say? I didn't say anything! What you're holding is... a test paper...? Guwa!"

…After a commotion, Luo Ran disappeared without a trace.

“Explain truthfully. For example, the Northmulim faction... shouldn't make any major moves in the short term,” Mirad said.

Wilmarina's situation was much worse than he had imagined. This strongest warrior, crafted by the entire nation, carried a far heavier burden of inner constraints than she appeared on the outside.

If she were to realize her true strength and understand the manipulation and control her father had exercised in the name of love over the years… perhaps Mirad would be fortunate enough to witness the two Kieslfirs together in the royal capital of Rescade.

Of course, she may be the sharpest and most magnificent sword of the Northkurim priests, but she is by no means their only trump card. Such a cunning and shrewd nobleman, who manipulates his own daughter like a puppet, must be hiding more tricks up his sleeve... perhaps a spy planted in another faction, perhaps controlling a secret private army, or even possibly colluding with foreign forces.

Although they are not difficult to deal with, dealing with them one by one would be a waste of time and might even lead to unnecessary casualties.

He had made a promise with Kieslfeld to change Rescadeer together. Having made that promise, he wouldn't rely on others. Currently, his relationship with the extremist faction of monsters was merely one of exchanging information, not true cooperation… and that was precisely the reason.

The extremist faction among the demons likely aims to prevent the country from sliding further into the abyss by transforming Rescadeer into a demon realm. Their current inaction presumably stems from their assessment of whether their actions can pull Rescadeer back from the brink of collapse.

But we'll only know Tiluella and the others' specific thoughts when we actually meet them. Milad's current speculations are based solely on information relayed by Obora and indirect accounts from Hyolita.

"Lord Mirad, thank you very much for your guidance to my daughter..."

Priest Nosculim, with an impeccable smile on his face, slowly stepped forward and came to Mirad. "That child rarely encounters an opponent who can make her go all out. It is truly an honor for her to receive personal guidance from the Holy One today. However, as you can see, my daughter is still young and inexperienced, and she needs more training... I hope you will forgive her for making a fool of herself."

"...That definitely requires a lot of practice."

Mirad nodded. Lack of experience was only one aspect; more importantly, she lacked the awareness to fight for herself.

That attack just now was less a demonstration of Wilmarina's strength and more a chance burst of power that had been suppressed for too long.

"It's getting late. The nun and I should leave..."

Mirad nodded slightly, his gaze sweeping over the quietly standing Siolitta not far away.

“Priest of Northculim, I hope to have the opportunity to visit you again in the future…”

"Of course, Your Excellency is always a distinguished guest of the Northculim family."

The two looked at each other and smiled.

(End of this chapter)