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

Chapter 174 The Radicals (Thanks to the generous patron, The Drug Dealer in the Street, for the generous donation!)

If Wilmarina and Kieslfeld represent two completely opposite attitudes among the heroes of Rescade... then Sister Joanna before us is undoubtedly an epitome of those who, in a much larger number, want to make a difference but choose to compromise in the face of cruel reality.

If even a devout clergyman like her is utterly disillusioned with Rescade... then this seemingly indestructible nation is only a step away from true destruction.

"That hero...so he also shines in your eyes?"

Sister Joanna blinked, quickly moving away from the somewhat heavy topic.

“What I mean is, I only heard about her from the old women and the children, and they all felt that Miss Kieslfield had warmed their hearts…”

"Sister Kieslfield will bring us delicious food and new and interesting toys!"

The children who had just been watching the Holy Sword looked up and started chattering to the gentle saint about the always smiling older sister.

The Saint in front of us must be incredibly powerful. If he also likes Sister Kissfield, then someone powerful likes someone equally powerful... So we need to make the Saint like Sister Kissfield too!
“Sometimes the nanny would find her laughter too loud… but the nanny also liked her very much! She would save money to leave a piece of candy for her older sister.”

"She even taught us how to fight... Your Majesty, I know that to beat up a bad guy, you should hit his throat, groin, and eyes first!"

"……good."

Mirad nodded in satisfaction. "But prioritize protecting yourself. If you can run, then run. If you're not capable of defeating the enemy, acting rashly will only provoke them."

"Yes!" the children shouted in unison.

"Wow, it seems everyone really likes this... Wait a minute, how could that hero teach children such things...?"

A gentle, white light emanated from Sister Joanna's hands.

"Isn't using holy magic more important than hand-to-hand combat? Children, as long as you are devout enough, you can use holy magic with considerable power, enough to send bad guys flying in an instant!"

"Isn't it even more wrong to teach children powerful magic...?"

Luo Ran muttered under her breath, and Sister Joanna turned her face away guiltily, as if to change the subject. She said,

"Speaking of which, what is your relationship with her?"

"Oh dear, Lady Mirad will surely answer her juniors, right?"

Hiolitta maintained a proper posture of prayer, but on the communication channel that only the three of them could hear, she was overjoyed, her laughter filled with schadenfreude. "Hehehe, thinking about it this way makes me feel much better. So what if it's big!"

Loren echoed, her hands still fiddling with magical tools, "A trustworthy junior... I think that every time Kissfield communicates through the Mirror of Reflection, she always asks if there's anyone else next to Mirad... she must have seen something before."

"Yeah, what did you see? Hmm~"

Recalling the night she deliberately adjusted the angle so the mirror was covered in cake cream, and Kissfield's pretty face a mixture of shyness and embarrassment, Hyolitta suddenly felt sorry for those large, useless appendages! So what if they're big! As long as she, Hyolitta, gets to eat the cream!

...I'm not showing off.

So that's why Kissfield had been covering her eyes during their nighttime communications these past few days—she must have seen something. Mirand suddenly realized, "Which time was it…?" He pondered, then answered Sister Joanna without changing his expression.

"He's an important comrade. And also... a senior-junior relationship."

This answer indeed drew two small cheers from the communication channel, confirming that the guess was correct.

In the woods outside the orphanage.

Sister Joanna and the children were probably engrossed in studying the solar-heated magical artifact that Loran had provided them… Although there was no sunlight, they could infuse it with magic to simulate the effect. Occasionally, a gasp or two of surprise, along with the applause of children, could be heard from the dilapidated building.

Besides the magical tools provided by Loran, Mirad also purchased a batch of food and clothing for this place... Before leaving, let's see if we can repair the buildings that can be described as dilapidated.

Luo Gen bent down and examined the childlike drawings that Qi Sifeier had painstakingly carved into the rough tree trunk in front of her.
“'I want to become stronger and protect everyone'...? Wow, she even carved words on a tree trunk. Even Kieslfield went through a period like this.”

"Oh well, even a busty geek hero has her moments when she's not a busty geek hero, right? I think she was way cuter back then, hehehe..."

Hiolitta pulled out the Reflection Mirror, its surface hovering, pointing at herself, Loran, and the large tree behind them. Taking advantage of Loran's inattention, she used one hand to lift Loran's soft, rounded bell-shaped body, while her other hand beckoned to Mirad.

"Look, I took a picture and sent it to Kissfield... Lady Mirad, come here for a second, get a little closer~ It's just a picture, it's not like I'm going to eat you!"

Mirad crouched down at her instruction. Hiolitta immediately placed her hand under his chin...it looked like she was gently scratching her cat's chin.

  The magic mirror in her pocket felt slightly warm. Kissfield quickly pulled it out, and for a moment, she was stunned when she saw the scene reflected in the mirror. Then, laughter escaped her moist lips.

"Pfft, hahahaha... Three idiots, so funny."

The mature Lilim swayed her tail tip slightly, "Hmm... what is little Kissfield laughing at?"

"It's just a photo that Uncle sent me. By the way, Siolitta's fourth sister... where are you taking me? Those prison guards may not be very bright, but they'll still find out if I disappear for too long."

The two were walking through the narrow, dark alleys of Rescueille, their high-heeled boots making a crisp, echoing sound as they lightly trod the stone path.

"The stronghold of the monster radicals. By the way, my name is Tiluella, although you call me Fourth Sister Siolitta, little Kieslfield, and I will respond accordingly."

Kiesl pointed the Reflection Mirror at herself, deliberately emphasizing something, and took a picture to send to the mischievous, petite Lilim. "...I'm still a hero, you know. Now that I think about it, something really isn't right. You, the leader of an extreme faction...why are you so concerned about me? Is it because of my relationship with that old man?"

"Actually, we want to recruit you into the radical faction."

"Alas... I refuse."

"What's the reason?"

"...Their fashion sense is terrible. I don't really like dark styles, there's not a single bright color, it's so suffocating. There are only a few red decorations that look like eyes...which remind me of the eyes of that short little nun. It's not that they're not pretty, but how should I put it...it feels really ominous."

"Oh my... this is the first time someone has said that."

Tiluella chuckled softly and stopped at the end of the dark alley. Before her was a wall made of irregularly stacked stone bricks, with gaps so large that Kissfield could even see the flickering firelight behind it.

"...This is a residential house, isn't it? You've set up your base in a place like this?"

"Hmm? Oh... that's just a cover-up. There are countless extremists in Rescadeer, and this is one of the larger ones."

Tiluella snapped her fingers, and the door swung open.

It was an unexpected portal to another world that suddenly appeared in front of her, and the space inside the portal had a completely different atmosphere from the stuffy and humid dark alley.

...It resembled the interior of a gloomy ancient castle, but the demonic candlesticks hanging on the walls effectively dispelled this impression, and the flickering pinkish-purple flames made the shadows of Tiluella and Kissfield distort.

In the hall, several monsters hurried by, carrying stacks of documents and notes. They approached, seemingly aware of their leader's arrival, greeted Tiluella a few times, and then went back to their work.

"Lady Tiluella! You're finally back... Who did you bring back this time... Uh, isn't this the Hero of Kissing Fire!? And he hasn't even fully turned into a monster yet!"

With a fluffy tail that trailed behind her, taller than herself, the petite squirrel-beastman strode over. She looked Kieslfield up and down, then twitched her nose. "But since you trust me, there's no problem... Welcome, Miss Kieslfield."

The orc flipped through the magic mirror in his hand; the dense text on it made Kissfield feel dizzy.
"Regarding the welfare home, Lady Tiluella, 39 new residents who have been evicted from their homes have been added to the Sadour Street area of ​​the East District..."

"Let Leah go and guide them."

"Lia... got married a few days ago. After handing over her work, she went on her honeymoon, Lady Tiluella."

"Oh, I remember now... Has my wedding gift been delivered?"

"It's delivered! She's so happy! She said she'd come back to help after her honeymoon."

"Let her enjoy her time with her husband...there's no need for her to rush back."

"Okay, two more brave souls attempted suicide this week, but timely intervention prevented them from dying... They're in the rest area now."

“Sophie and Matt…take me to see them.”

Just as Tiluella was about to take a step, she seemed to remember that she hadn't come alone; Kissfield was following behind her… She turned around, her face apologetic.

"Sorry, little Kieslfield... I have some urgent business to attend to. Why don't you just wander around here?"

"...There's no way you can just kidnap someone and let them wander around aimlessly...That's so indecent."

Kissfield sighed. Since she was already here, she might as well take a look. Her knowledge of the extremist faction of monsters was limited to what the short little nun had told her in her spare time… Judging from the girl's tone, there was bound to be much exaggeration or omission. Now she could see for herself…

Out of the corner of my eye, a petite figure with long, straight black hair flashed past.

Kieslfield's pace slowed, and finally came to a complete stop.

(End of this chapter)