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

Chapter 176 Reunion (Part )
"Milad and I are not in that kind of relationship."

Obora looked at Kissfield, whose face was flushed and who was muttering to herself...

...This child, it turns out, is someone who tends to overthink things.

Generally speaking, she would not speak face-to-face with the person she was atoning for before their life was over... She preferred to remain behind the scenes, using others to pave the way and clear away the thorns that blocked the path for the souls she had hurt.

Of course, there are exceptions.

Take Kissfield, for example. When that small, lonely figure wandered aimlessly in the forest, crying and lost, Obora ultimately couldn't bear to let her get lost on her own.

But that was only during their childhood, a brief meeting.

Therefore, in some respects, Obora's understanding of Kiesfer may not even be as good as Loran's.

At least Lorenzo really did have a good relationship with Kissfield. Several times, she accidentally bumped into Lorenzo lying on the sofa with her long legs crossed, and Kissfield's voice came from the Magic Mirror... They talked about almost everything, from choosing their personal clothing to things related to Mirad.

Now, Kieslfield was standing alive and well in front of him.

Indeed, she has blossomed into a beautiful young woman, like an inextinguishable flame, dazzling and warm.

But does she really deserve to stay by Mirad's side and... enjoy this warmth with him?

“I committed a very, very terrible crime, and I still haven’t been able to cleanse myself of it.”

Obora's paws were intertwined, and her soft goat ears twitched from time to time.
"He is the witness and the judge. He will pronounce judgment on me when it is all over."

"...What crime, what trial... It sounds so complicated, I don't understand. Anyway, Miss Obora, you're a good person, and the uncle is very close to you, right? Those scents on you... I feel like they couldn't have been left by ordinary means."

Moreover, the location doesn't seem quite right.

Kissfield could understand the lingering scent on her horns and claws. But why on her legs and lips...? Ever since she began her demonization process, her sensitivity to the scent of older men had increased dramatically, becoming an almost instinctive craving and pursuit.

"Sometimes I'll... help him with some things."

Obora's usually calm, gleaming golden eyes unconsciously avoided Kieslfield's probing gaze.

“Deal with what… oh.”

Kissfield seemed to have her throat choked, and her words came out abruptly.

The mirror-like surface, obscured by a thick layer of sweet cream, revealed interwoven white skin, a gentle smile, a soft gasp, and an expression on the uncle's face that he had never seen before…

The memory of that night resurfaced in Kieslfield's mind.

She instantly realized something, her voice gradually lowered, and she twirled a strand of her hair between her fingers.
"Our tastes are quite similar."

No, no, no, what are you saying, Kissfield?!
What was supposed to be a touching reunion with a long-lost benefactor suddenly took a sharp turn and veered into that kind of thing!
Although I was genuinely curious about what it would feel like to share the holiday celebrations with an older man and have each other covered in thick, sweet cream that was so irresistible... I wondered if it would be inappropriate to talk about this with my benefactor whom I had just met again.
Would it make me seem too frivolous or too fond of playing around?

I just don't want to be thought of that way by the older man and Miss Obola.

Kieslfield's long neck twitched slightly as she looked at the petite girl in front of her, who was so small she could hug her like a pillow... The uncle showed no mercy to such a calm and serious girl, smearing all the sweet cream from the cake onto her face... So, the uncle is actually quite playful in private?
...Ever since she began to become a monster and separated from the older man, she has become particularly prone to having fantasies and delusions.

“Ahem…Miss Obora,”

She quickly cleared her throat, trying to bring her wandering thoughts back on track.

"As you can see, I have now become a hero."

"……Um."

Obora nodded, smiling with satisfaction, "A very impressive warrior."

The smile was faint, yet it dispelled Kieslfeld's wild thoughts like sunshine.

"I...I've been trying so hard to find you!"

Kieslfield said, her speech quickening considerably, "But there's still no news, so many letters, all gone without a trace. I thought... I thought..."

Thinking of those worst-case scenarios and thoughts, Kissfield's jumbled thoughts finally calmed down.

"Feel sorry…"

Oprah's voice remained calm.

"But I have always been watching you from behind. There are some things I can't say right now."

"That's good…"

Kissfield breathed a sigh of relief. "As for other things, we can talk about them when Miss Obora wants to."

"And also, look how strong I am now! I'm practically the strongest hero in Rescadeer. Although... well, I almost died a while ago, but thankfully I survived! And I even met that old man, you know, he's amazing..."

Once she starts talking, she can't stop.

Kiesl, having just found her benefactor, recounted her experiences over the years in great detail. She talked about the hardships of becoming a hero, the difficulties she faced in the Senate, and how she encountered the old man, from the deeds of Vesegrand.

She spoke with great enthusiasm, like a child sharing funny stories from her school days with her mother.

Obora did not interrupt her.

She simply listened quietly to the stories of Kissfield's past, stories she already knew but had never truly been a part of.

Looking at the girl before her, burning with passion, and seeing the ever-burning flame of life in her eyes… the void in her heart, constantly leaking out of her emotions, was also widening, but this time, she didn't want to find reasons or excuses to fill it.

"...Anyway, that's it!"

Kissfield finally finished speaking, a little embarrassed. "Did I say too much? I'm not usually this talkative... I couldn't hold back when Miss Obora was around..."

"No."

Obora shook her head, and reached out, just as she had done many years ago in that cold, gloomy forest, to gently, soothingly, rub Kissfield's head.

“You did a great job, Kieslfield.”

“Really, that was great…I’m so proud of you.”

"…Um."

Kissfield could no longer suppress the smile on her lips, so she stopped trying to hide it and let a bright smile bloom on her face, so bright that it could illuminate the dim castle corridor.

"Oh dear... I was a little worried at first. But seeing that you all get along well, I'm relieved."

The wall behind them parted, and the alluring Lilim slowly walked out, her scarlet eyes lingering between the two women. "You seem to be smiling quite happily, little Kieslfield. Did you think of something that made you happy?"

"Lady Tiluella, are you finished with your work?" Opola bowed slightly.
"Uh, Matt and Sophie, are they alright?"

Kissfield raised her chin. "And I think Sophie has already become a monster... Was this your doing?"

"It was just a small push from behind. They're in the midst of the joy of surviving a disaster, so it's not convenient to disturb them right now."

Tiluella smiled sweetly, "If you didn't have the magic of my mischievous little sister, I wouldn't mind giving you a push, would I? But given your personality, you probably don't need my help, hehe."

"...So, this is how you do things... It's not much different from what that short guy said. I bet you also have information about me?... How detailed?"

"Hmm... As for Kissfire, the Heroine of Kissfire, let me think about it."

Tiluella feigned deep thought, then clapped her hands. "I've got it! Saffron, rose, and orange blossom... This is the fragrance you, Kieslfeld, carefully selected yourself. To be specific, it's from a small, niche perfumery in Visegrand. I usually only use a tiny bit when meeting certain people, and I prefer a very subtle application method, prioritizing application to clothing..."

"Ugh... that's enough. This sounds really weird. I'd rather the old man know this information than you guys."

Sticking out her tongue, Kissfield glared at Lilim, who was grinning innocently.
"So you brought me here... just so I could meet Miss Obora? Thank you so much..."

She paused for a moment, as if she had made a great decision.
"Fine, fine, I'll say it then. Thank you, my fourth sister, Hiolitta, whose taste isn't great!"

"Just say your name."

"No way, I'd say something like that to a monster, it's so embarrassing."

Despite this, there was not a trace of embarrassment on her face.

"Naopola...?"

“Miss Obora is Miss Obora. Just like an older man is an older man, and other men are other men, they are two different things.”

Upon hearing her name, Obora's eyes flickered almost imperceptibly. She looked up and met the other person's bright, unadulterated eyes.

Oh, I see.

In this child's heart, he felt that he was just as special as the other child.

Obora longed to reach out and ruffle the golden hair that gradually turned crimson at the ends, just like before. But in the end, her hand simply clenched quietly at her side.
"Hehe...we're quite close. Alright, alright, to be honest, I do have a favor to ask."

Tiluella crossed her long legs and gracefully hovered in the air. "Little Kieslfield, as a hero, you must have seen the three gunners of Rescadeer, right? You must have heard of one of them... Alameria."

Even though she spent most of her time within the area designated by the Senate after returning to Rescadeer, Kieslfeld had heard about Alameria.

Known as the "Magnificent Sword," she was a veteran of the Ice Knights...and witnessed almost firsthand the rise of Noscrutrim. Afterwards, she was branded a monster and, like Kiesl, her movements were restricted.

"So, you want me to rescue her? I don't care... it's just a side job, anyway, those good-for-nothings in the Senate can't stop me."

"No. I'm just going to deliver a letter."

"…letter?"

"A letter that expresses the parents' longing for their daughter."

(End of this chapter)