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

Chapter 179 Alamelia

The heroine Alamelia knelt alone on the bed, the flickering candlelight casting a swaying shadow on her pale face.

Two comrades, as close as sisters, sent various items to this simple prison cell, which were piled up beside the bed: a change of clothes, a few books, and a basket containing food.

The only window in the room was sealed off with iron bars, and only faint moonlight could seep in through the cracks, providing meager illumination along with a nearly burnt-out candle on the table.

Alamelia clasped her hands together in front of her chest, closed her eyes, and began her daily prayer to God.

The candle flame flickered in the still room, and the wax dripped down the candle, solidifying into a milky white teardrop shape.

Although the divine voice that had once clearly guided her had completely disappeared after she joined the Holy Ice Flower Knights, she still prayed day after day.

Reflect on your mistakes.

Repent of your sins.

What separated her from her parents, whose fate is now unknown... was clearly a demon. This realization was etched into her heart, sustaining her as she raised her rapier time and time again.

To avoid showing her grief on others' faces, she always, always tried her best to fulfill her duties as a hero.

But... but...

Tears slid down her cheeks, leaving damp stains on the sheets.

It was she who brought sorrow to the faces of those humans and demons who had fought side by side. It was she who wavered, unwilling to wield her sword against those loving couples who had sheltered each other amidst the flames of war.

She herself wanted to keep sadness away. But in the end, it was she herself who brought sadness onto everyone's face.

So, I really am... a monster.

A monster that causes sorrow and destroys the happiness of others for its own selfish desires.

Thus, being accused of being a demon and imprisoned could be considered a fulfillment of her wishes. Now, all she can do is await the death sentence, and then, as a demon, die at the executioner's hands, her corpse burned to ashes...

"Good evening, Miss Gunner~ Oh dear, this looks really bad. Did I pick the wrong time? But this also gives off a bit of an old man vibe..."

A voice suddenly rang out in the room.

Alamelia opened her eyes, tears blurring her vision. A figure had appeared before her bed, standing gracefully.

The man was bent over, rummaging through an open satchel. The rustling sounds were exceptionally clear in the silent cell.

"Hey, a handkerchief... oh wait, this is a letter... wow, so much junk! Wait a minute, let me look for it."

The other person muttered to themselves as they took things out of their bag and then put them back in.

Alamelia's vision gradually cleared, and she saw that the handbag was filled with all sorts of small items: several lipsticks of different colors, a small glass bottle, a few foreign coins, and a hand mirror with a silver rim. Tucked among them were a few scraps of paper with drawings of a blond man in a bathtub background; the angle of the drawings was strange, and they were somewhat blurry.

The girl's actions and words were completely out of place in this simple prison cell. This was where the Senate held serious offenders under house arrest, yet she acted as casually as if she were selecting goods at a market stall…

Alamelia looked out the iron gate. The two guards were completely unaware of the strangeness inside the room, staring straight ahead without turning their heads.

When the other person looked up, Alamelia finally saw the face with a radiant smile. Twin tails that gradually turned flame-colored at the ends, eyes that shone like molten gold, and a vitality that seemed never to be extinguished.

The only one who fits all these characteristics and could sneak past the guards into her room without anyone noticing... is that one person.

"The Hero... Kieslfield?"

"Oh, you know me? That makes things much easier."

As she spoke, Kissfield finally found a relatively clean handkerchief in her messy bag and handed it over.

"Wipe? How can the Magnificent Sword just sit by and watch its tears and snot flow out?"

Looking at the handkerchief embroidered with cute patterns offered to her, Alamelia didn't take it; she simply shook her head.

"I am no longer the magnificent sword. Now, I am nothing more than a monster clinging to life... You should leave quickly, I'm afraid I will hurt you..."

"Don't worry, you're so weak right now that you can't even catch a handkerchief, you can't possibly hurt me,"

Kieslfield waved her hand, her golden eyes crinkling into a smile, her tone light yet resolute.
"Moreover, truly harmful animals will not voluntarily enter a cage out of fear of harming others."

"Want to take a look?"

Without waiting for a response, Kieslfield deftly pulled a beige envelope from her handbag. As she handed the letter to the recipient, her voice unconsciously softened and slowed.
"A letter written by a monster mother and a human father to their daughter who has made them proud for twenty years."

"They've never stopped looking for you, just as you've never stopped protecting others."

Alamelia's lips parted slightly, but no sound came out. She stared blankly at the unopened letter, the patterns on the seal the ones she had been carefully told to remember as a child, nestled in her mother's arms. Then, she looked up at Kissfield, repeating this several times.

"……What did you say?"

She chewed over the words of the Fire-Kissing Hero several times before finally managing to piece together the core meaning from the highly disjointed sentences. Then, Alamelia's mind went blank.

"Hmm...it's a bit complicated to explain."

Kissfield simply handed the letter forward a little further, a gentle smile playing on her lips.
"Let's look at the letter first. You shouldn't have forgotten your parents' handwriting, right?"

Alamelia's fingertips trembled as she gripped the envelope.

The horrific scene of her hometown engulfed in flames during the war remains an inescapable nightmare for her, and for more than a decade she still wakes up in a cold sweat from those dreams.

She was forced to separate from her parents, and didn't even know if they were alive or dead. After learning that the war was caused by monsters and that she possessed the qualities of a hero, she resolutely became one.

"This...this is a bluff, isn't it, Keithfield?"

She forced an awkward smile, her voice trembling.
"I've already confessed... I don't deny my monster identity, you don't need to lie to me like this, ha, hahahahahaha..."

Alamelia's forced smile gradually faded under Kieslfeld's gentle gaze, and the curve of her lips disappeared little by little.

The envelope in her hand began to tremble violently… Oh, it was her own wrist that was shaking uncontrollably. In the past, everyone praised her for her steady and accurate wrist and arm, which made her thrusts of the sword unstoppable, but now she couldn’t even hold a letter.

"Those idiots in the Senate who only think about filling their own pockets all day? Me, in cahoots with them? Even slander has its limits, Miss Alamelia. And we wouldn't make such a disgusting joke. Even that little Lilim wouldn't make one...right?"

The hero in front of her tilted his head, causing his gold-red gradient twin tails to sway.

"In short, the church's accusations against you were probably a lucky accident... I heard that according to the classification, you should be considered a half-vampire."

Alamelia roughly tore off the sealing wax, but then became gentle when unfolding the envelope, as if afraid that too much force would shatter this beautiful dream.

To our dear little moon:

When you read this letter, please forgive us for our absence all these years. Mom and Dad have never given up searching for you…

The letter was very, very long. She read it very, very slowly.

I wanted to savor the feelings my loved ones had when they wrote those characters, whether they were messy or neat, and I wanted to avoid my own tears from staining the ink.

Kissfield didn't urge him, but simply stood quietly to the side. Her fingertips gently played with the ends of her ponytail, while her gaze was fixed on the small window high up in the cell, giving the other person undisturbed reading space.

for a long time.

Alamelia finally raised her head again, her eyes brimming with tears.

"So... the war that burned down my homeland... was actually instigated by the cult. And for all these years, I've been a fool, aiding and abetting evil..."

Alamelia suddenly let out a choked laugh, or perhaps it was just a sob.

"Thank you... Kieslfield. I will never forget this kindness..."

"...It's just delivering a letter, no need to be so polite. Besides, I'm not the one you should be thanking...you'll probably meet me again sometime."

Kiesl winked playfully, twirled around, and her fiery red twin tails drew a bright arc in the dim light.
"By the way, I'm also going through the super-powerful demonization process~ Doesn't it feel less like fighting alone now, huh? Sigh, I've recently discovered that demonization is actually pretty awesome..."

The warmth emanating from Kieslfeld ignited a spark in Alamelia's heart, gradually extinguishing her anger at the main god order for deceiving her and attacking her homeland... Now she felt more like laughing and crying at the same time.

She relaxed her tense shoulders and asked softly, "Aren't you scared? Suddenly realizing you're actually a monster... or waking up one day to find yourself transformed into a monster..."

"At first, I probably would. But, let me tell you something. Someone told me that if the flame of love in my heart still burns brightly when we meet in Rescue, he will consider spending his life with me."

Kissfield cupped her cheeks in her hands, "His expression was so serious when he said that. Most people would probably say that as a refusal, but it was different when he said it. Because for someone as rigid and stubborn as him, leaving even a little room for negotiation is a form of agreement."

"My life, and the reason I exist here, were all given to me by that uncle. Someone like him would accept me no matter what I become, right?"

After all, even someone with a figure like Miss Obora or the short Lilim could be completely accepted by the older man... When it comes to feminine charm, she, Kieslfield, is absolutely confident that she won't lose!
Alamelia stared blankly at the other person's profile, which shone brightly and without any gloom when talking about the person she liked, and couldn't help but think of a certain figure who always silently followed behind her.

"I think I can understand that feeling."

She spoke softly, her fingertips unconsciously tracing the edge of the letter.

"Right? No matter what, there will always be someone who understands your feelings, that's awesome~"

Kiesl gave a thumbs up.

"Let me tell you, that uncle is super handsome, especially when weird and righteous things are squeezed out of his mouth..."

...Why did they suddenly start talking about their love lives like it was a women's gathering...?

Alamelia blinked, but undeniably, as she listened to Kieslfield's narration, her previously tense nerves began to relax little by little.

(End of this chapter)