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

Chapter 175 Reunion (Part )
After becoming a hero and gaining power, Kissfield did try to find the black-haired girl who had saved her in the miasma-filled forest.

But all his efforts came to naught, and all the letters he sent went unanswered. The girl was like a forest fairy described in a book, who could disappear without a trace if he wasn't careful... Over the years, he couldn't find a single trace of her.

As time went on, even she herself began to doubt... Could that gentle and quiet girl with long, straight black hair have just been a figment of her imagination in her fear and terror back then?

Until recently, when she fell from the sky and was caught in a daze, she seemed to see the other person again. But she couldn't tell if it was just a fleeting image or if the person actually existed. When she asked the man, he only gave vague answers… Could it be that the man was shy and didn't want to admit that the person who picked her up when she was naked that day was himself?

Huh...really? She could see almost everything from the sky, but the flames wrapped around her only blocked the crucial areas.

But if one day she really does meet that girl again...

Kissfield had so much to say to the other person.

She wanted to show her that she had blossomed into an exceptionally beautiful young woman.

And also, she really did become a hero and gained power.

Although I am still very inexperienced, although my strength is still insufficient, although I was confused for a moment, went astray, and almost lost my life.

But she really wants to continue to become stronger and use her power to protect all the weak.

She had someone she admired, loved, and respected.

He is a serious, sometimes rigid, and strangely talkative middle-aged man; he is a resurrected saint from a thousand years ago; and he is always surrounded by many girls... a womanizer.

He was the person who made the promise with her.

He is the person she wants to entrust her life to.

She wanted to introduce the older man to the girl.

If possible, at a possible future wedding, she would like to formally invite that girl to be her bridesmaid…

The steps that had stopped are now being taken again.

Somewhat flustered, she searched among the monsters in the camp for that fleeting black figure.

As if by unspoken agreement, the monsters passing by made way for her. The black figure stood at the end of the path, seemingly sensing something, and slowly turned around to look in her direction.

...After all these years, you still look exactly the same. But if you're a monster, then everything makes sense.

Her long, straight hair was pure black, without a single blemish. Her eyes shone like flowing gold. And her expression was calm and serene... Even when she saw herself stumbling towards her, those golden eyes merely blinked, a faint smile playing on her lips.

As time goes by, memories that were gradually fading suddenly become clear again.

The girl who reached out to her in the cold forest, the girl who encouraged her with gentle words, indeed looked exactly like the monster before her.

"...Long time no see, Kieslfield."

Obora stood quietly, watching Kieslfield go from walking slowly to walking briskly, and finally, almost recklessly, running towards her.

She had once secretly glanced at Kieslfield's sleeping face. The little girl who was once as thin as a rake had now become flamboyant and passionate, her golden hair cascading down her back like a flickering flame.

"You've grown up."

"Ah...yes, yes..."

Kieslfield stopped abruptly in front of the other person. She opened her mouth, a thousand words stuck in her throat, yet she didn't know where to begin.

She wanted to ask her why she was in the territory of the extremist monsters, whether she knew that she had been searching for her, and why she was a monster.

In the end, however, Kissfield simply reached out and, with some hesitation, touched the other's hand covered in soft black fur.

The touch was exactly the same as the warmth that led me out of the forest in my memory.

"You..." She finally found her voice, trembling, "...Is it really you? The one who saved me in the forest that day..."

"...Yes. I'm sorry I haven't been able to come see you."

Obora grasped Kissesfield's trembling hand in return. Her beast-like claws, with their soft, short down and supple pads, easily enveloped the girl's entire hand.

"Wait, wait, wait... There's too much information for me to process right now. And you monsters, stop looking at me with those gossipy eyes! I was just starting to feel a little respect for your hard work, and being stared at like this is so embarrassing!"

The curious, benevolent gazes instantly shifted away, and the onlookers scattered, returning to their posts. They had all heard about Lady Obora's atonement; the story of how she temporarily joined the radical faction to help because of the hero who kissed fire and the resurrected saint was quite well-documented. As for now… let them be alone.

"Anyway, there are so many questions... First of all, Miss Monster, what is your name...?"

"Obola".

“Opola… I feel like I’ve heard of her somewhere before… but where? I can’t remember. Never mind! Well then, Miss Opola, my second question.”

Kissfield knelt on one knee, bringing her nose close to Obora's hand. After confirming that the familiar scent was not a mistake, she said doubtfully,

Why do you smell like an older man?

……Um?

Obora's smile froze on her face.

"Hmm... I didn't smell wrong. The strongest smell isn't just from your hands, but also... uh."

Kieslfield's gaze swept over Obora's pursed lips, her full legs, and the curly ram's horns on her head.

"The uncle I'm talking about, his name is Miradmipa, the famous Saint of Resurrection. Miss Opola, do you perhaps know him...?"

"Why did you save us... why were they demons of all people? What you've shown us... are you really good people? How can you really be... benevolent...? What about our perseverance? What about the teachings of the Supreme God...?"

A confused male voice came from deep within the camp, interrupting Kissfield's words.

The voice was undoubtedly tearing at the throat and vocal cords, making it sound hoarse and tearful, "Ha...hahaha. I knew it, I knew everything we did was wrong and a lie...those monsters and humans we drove out of the village...they did nothing wrong..."

A crimson warning line stretched across the ground, gleaming with a dangerous light. The monsters, unfazed by this, quickly gathered their documents and chairs, moving away from the long strip of land enclosed by the warning line.

Obora remained silent, took Kissfield's hand, and led her away from the crimson area.

Then, the magically infused slash shattered layers of walls, digging a deep trench across the long, narrow area marked by the warning line. Amidst the rising dust, a man in a patient's gown knelt in the room where the slash had originated, his shoulders trembling violently. His hand loosened, and the short sword he was holding fell to the ground.
"Yes, I'm sorry... I apologize. Supreme God, no, no... please forgive me... I didn't mean to destroy this place... it's just..."

"...It really is Matt. I thought it was just a coincidence of names, but it seems it really can't be that coincidental."

Kissfield peeked out from the slashed wall, looking at the figure who was constantly apologizing and chanting magic, trying to repair the wall he had damaged. She vaguely remembered him… she had met the young hero briefly at a knightly tournament. If she remembered correctly, he was being pressured by the nobleman behind his knightly order to become engaged to a noblewoman.

With her eyes lowered, Obora softly recited the information and files from her memory, "Hero Matt and Hero Sophie... dissatisfied with the marriage arrangement made by their respective knight orders, attempted to commit suicide for love at 9:53 PM tonight, but their lives were spared thanks to our intervention."

"Eh... he and Sophie were a couple? I remember their knightly orders were supposed to be mutually hostile factions..."

“It’s alright, Matt, it’s alright… I’m here, we’re all here… We’ll never be apart again…”

With tears in her eyes, the girl hugged Matt, who was kneeling on the ground, from behind... The two embraced and kissed, confirming each other's presence through the rhythmic sounds of their chests.

In Kissfield's perception, the girl... or rather Sophie's state was similar to her own, both on the verge of becoming monsters.

Standing in the ward, Tiluella blinked, put her index finger to her lips in a "shh" gesture, waved her hand to repair the wall that Matt had damaged, and separated them back into a private space.

As if in response to Kissfield's guess, before the wall closed again, she saw horns growing on Sophie's head... it wasn't an illusion.

The soft light from the restored walls hadn't completely dissipated, and Kissfield still stared blankly at the brand-new wall, as if she could still see the embracing lovers through it. Oprah gently tugged at her hand, leading her to a relatively quiet corridor.

"Similar stories happen here every day."

Opola explained in a low, calm voice.
"The collapse of faith, the despair of love, the confusion of identity... I think you must have seen a lot of these in Rescadeye. I feel I should apologize to you. For hiding my whereabouts from you all this time, and... leaving you all alone in Rescadeye."

Kissfield took a deep breath, turned to face Obora, her golden eyes shining brightly, "...Now I have even more questions. Uncle never told me he knew you...and why did he keep this from me..."

Her gaze swept over Obora's black, fuzzy paws and curled horns, finally settling on her calm, golden eyes. A sudden flash of inspiration struck her; a bold guess formed in her mind.
"...Could it be that I'm your illegitimate daughter? The older man has blond hair, and Miss Obora has blond eyes, so together..."

“…Huh?” Obora, who was prepared to admit her mistake, was stunned.

Kissfield had a feeling that she had grasped the truth!
Why did she grow up without parents? Why did Miss Opola take such good care of her, and even subtly show guilt towards her? And why did the other person smell like an older man?
Everything seems to make sense now!

Hmm... Kieslfield really is a genius...

What a ghost!
This conjecture sounds utterly absurd. How could she and the older man be father and daughter? No way... absolutely not... even if they were, they couldn't be!

(End of this chapter)