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

Chapter 180 Infiltration
"Hehehehe, Lord Mirad's pectoral muscle pillow... Oh ho..."

"..."

When Mirad opened his sleepy eyes, he saw Hyolita with her head resting on his chest, her arms and legs tightly wrapped around him, talking strangely in her sleep.

Lilim's alluring snow-white skin was separated from him only by a thin, sheer veil. The veil, made of an unknown material, added a smooth, silky feel to his otherwise cool skin.

Her restless long legs bent and pressed against Mirand's body. Compared to Loran, her thighs were more slender, but the lines were still beautiful. Her soft, plump calves worked together to hold him in place with the backs of her knees, and they unconsciously rubbed against each other in her sleep... This strange feeling was one of the reasons Mirand woke up.

"Hey, you're awake, buddy?"

Luo Gen's mischievous face peeked over, poking his cheek with her fingertip. "You're such a deep sleeper... I've always been curious, shouldn't a master like you be able to maintain a high level of alertness even in your sleep, instantly opening your eyes and wreaking havoc at the slightest disturbance in the outside world?"

"Sleeping like that is very tiring."

After becoming a hero, his tolerance for lack of sleep increased significantly, and after becoming a Night Demon, he could go for days and nights without sleep.

Mirad sat up in bed, pulling Hyolitta up with him. Hyolitta squinted her crimson eyes in displeasure, glanced at Mirad groggily, and mumbled a few indistinct complaints.

"Pillow...don't run away..."

Then, as if her magical supply had been cut off, she tilted her head and fell into a deep sleep, her soft silver hair tickling Mirad's neck.

"I tend to be sober when I have murderous intent."

Mirad adjusted his position, resting her head on his lap so that Hyolitta could sleep more soundly.

"Normally, I still sleep until I'm full."

A teasing laugh came from the side as she directed a robotic arm to pull a boot out from under the bed. "In the end, doesn't it still mean that the enemy will open their eyes and wreak havoc at the slightest sign of trouble?"

Mirand's lips curled slightly. "...Judging from the results, it seems that it wasn't wrong."

The room was a mess, as if it had been ransacked by the demonic realms of several princes in turn... Robes and formal attire were thrown together on the carpet, wrinkled silk fabrics and delicate cloths were piled up together, and the celebratory smell of cream in the air had not yet dissipated.

Three robotic arms were diligently cleaning up the mess, deftly sorting through the debris and putting the overturned furniture back in its place. Cleaning up the mess left after a celebration is always the most exhausting task, but now, with Rosen, who has become a little monster, it can be done once and for all.

"Ugh... when is this lazybones going to stop sleeping... even Orpheus, that female snake who sleeps longer than a cat, has gone back to Creteia..."

Thinking of a certain possibility, Luo Gen chuckled.
"Or is it that she was actually awake all along, pretending to be asleep and taking advantage of you, buddy?"

"Dude, did you know there's a study going on where I'm from? They found that if you gently tickle a certain spot on a sleeping person's lower back, and the person raises their right hand, then it means they're really asleep! Anyway, it's a huge victory for neuroscience; the power of science is truly amazing!"

Mirad's gaze shifted to Hiolitta's slender waist, which was shrouded in a gauze dress, and then met her eyes in those half-open red eyes.

Upon waking, Hyolitta didn't leave Mirard's body; instead, she intensified her efforts, rubbing her cheek against his thigh. Her curled, dark horns poked at Mirard's other leg, making him feel ticklish.

"If Lord Mirad were to personally come and scratch me, I would obediently raise my right hand and then seize the weakness of that lying little monster."

"Eek... Xiao Xi, you're so vengeful! I didn't mean to last night. I don't know why those robotic arms suddenly went out of control and tied you up like a dumpling, with only your little mouth and nose sticking out..."

Thinking of the Hyolita that had been used yesterday, Lorenz guiltily turned her head away.
"And weren't Orpheus and I also tied up... although... you were definitely the only one who was tied up very tightly."

"...Weren't you having a lot of fun?"

Mirad stroked the black horns of Hyolita… To be honest, they felt quite different from the smooth, jade-like texture of Obora's. Hyolita's horns felt more like… a slightly hard, soft toy.

"Hehe~ Because it actually feels pretty good. My vision was taken away, I couldn't move my limbs, wings, or tail, and all I could hear was Loran's pleas for mercy and Orpheus's muffled groans. I was terrified, wondering when it would be my turn, and in my anxiety, I faced my final judgment... Ughhhhhh..."

"Hehehe, Xiaoxi, your sarcastic skills have improved quite a bit!"

Loran looked at Mirad with a meaningful gaze, while the latter was simply puzzled.
"...Hurry up and get dressed. Today...let's see if we can get an audience with the King of Rescadeer."

Castorbistoarescateye.

In the law of Rescue, he is also the true king.

Once upon a time, this young monarch, brimming with enthusiasm, sought to realize his ideals on this ancient land, living up to the name of Rescueye inherited from his father. He vowed at his coronation to let the glory of the monarchy shine in every corner, and he also spent the night reviewing memorials and personally went to the lower city to comfort the people when food was scarce.

But the political landscape of Rescueille had already doomed his struggles to failure. As Obora said, the accumulated greed and hypocrisy of generation after generation created a beast like Nosculim, and naturally shaped the current picture of a declining monarchy.

This power was jointly held by the high-ranking members of the religious order dispatched by the Holy Land and the Senate, composed of deeply entrenched local priests and nobles, and even the king could not shake it.

At first, it was all harmless probing. The Senate suggested he replace the captain of the Royal Guard, then the tax reduction bill was suspended on the grounds that it was ill-considered and might cause a popular uprising. Later, even the Grand Master of the Royal Knights, whom he had personally appointed, was quietly transferred, and even the family heirloom sword was given to a girl who didn't even have any royal blood in the Rescuere dynasty… Until one morning, he suddenly discovered that even the guards outside his palace had been replaced by unfamiliar faces.

According to the intelligence shared by Obora, His Majesty Castor has long since lost his backbone, passion, confidence, and strength, and is now confined to the depths of the palace along with his beloved consort.

"There are four daughters... three of whom are heroes blessed by the God. I see."

On the carriage, Milad flipped through the report personally transcribed by Baphomet; the elegant handwriting was a pleasure to behold.

"The remaining one is the sickly fourth princess that Wilmarina mentioned?"

Luo Gen raised an eyebrow, her furry ears twitching. "If divine magic bestowed by the Supreme God can be transformed into a curse, then that means those three princesses are all..."

"Hostages."

Siolitta spoke lightly, but there was no smile on her face. "As for that sickly princess... she probably doesn't even have the value of being a hostage."

"Hey buddy, are you planning to go through the proper channels and meet His Majesty as an envoy? ...You probably won't get to see him."

Loren slumped back in her seat, her long legs stretched out in the carriage, unable to extend properly, so she simply lifted them and rested them on Mirad's knees. "They'll definitely use some excuse about the king being unwell to get away with it. And their intentions will be exposed, so the king's guards might be even tighter. Or perhaps..."

"Well, so... it's time to get off."

"Beep beep... Second Mate Luo Ran, please respond! By the way, why do we have to follow Lord Mirad too?"

"Beep beep... First Mate Xiao Xi, Luo Gen received! Ahaha... Xiao Xi, don't you want to try the experience of traveling through the dirt?"

The three of them, Mirad, are currently located underground.

Using the magic of rock-shaping, they easily escaped from the carriage and sank into the ground. The carriage continued its journey, and the driver, as Mirad had instructed, took it around the city of Rescade.

"If Lord Mirad had just said it, I would have had a million ways to get him to His Majesty the King. But now, hiding underground, I feel like I'm turning into a sandworm."

The solid rock, like a cocoon, enveloped the three of them. The space inside the cocoon was actually much larger than inside the carriage. The enormous rock cocoon moved silently beneath the bustling city streets, and under Mirad's manipulation, the ground did not even bulge.

"Actually, I could also assemble an underground drilling vehicle... it just takes some time. But, Xiao Xi."

"What?"

"...Being enveloped by such dense earth magic, don't you feel like you're piloting Mirad within Mirad's body?"

"Oh, now that you mention it, it's true... Hehehe..."

"Beep beep... Periscope Lord Mirad, please respond! Report your current location... Waaah!"

A small pebble, untouched by Mirad's rock-shaping magic, struck the bullseye, hitting Hyolitta squarely on the forehead. She tilted her head and slumped limply into Loran's arms.

Luo Gen held the tragically deceased Xiolita in his arms, heartbroken. "...First mate, first mate! The first mate has fallen! I never thought you, my friend, would be such a petty man... As the saying goes, even a night of marriage is worth a hundred days of kindness, and you and Xiao Xi were practically husband and wife, so that's still fifty days of kindness!"

Mirad guided the direction of the rock-shaping magic ahead. He could sense the footsteps of pedestrians on the street above, and the outline of the royal palace in the distance was becoming clearer and clearer.

Watching the two putting on such a show, Mirad remained expressionless and simply responded to their words, "Periscope received. Current location: directly below the Royal Palace."

That said, what exactly is a periscope...?

"Pfft,"

The dead Hyolitta chuckled softly, quickly sprang up from Lorenz's arms, dusted off imaginary dust, and then, as if remembering something, her face scrunched up.
"Speaking of which...we're not going to stick our heads out of the floorboards like you, are we?"

Mirad maintained the spell, tilting his head slightly. "...What's wrong?"

Lilim laughed three times, "Hahaha, I'm not going."

"Give it a try, Xiaoxi. This way of making an entrance is quite unique."

"No! It looks weird! You two guys, who are taller than me, are already halfway up your bodies, while my head is barely peeking out of the ground. Is it humiliating? Yes, it is! I don't want it!"

Hiolitta puffed out her cheeks, hugging her arms tightly, her pure white wings flapping behind her. A few strands of silver hair, still sticking up from her feigned death, swayed gently with her protest.

(End of this chapter)