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

Chapter 181 King Castor

"Don't talk about yourself like that, Xiao Xi,"

The portable robotic arms, encased in soft, gray-white leather, concealed the complex internal transmission structure. Several highly dexterous arms, under Luo Gen's mental control, were arranged in a stepped formation with palms facing upwards.
"If you have any objections to this, you can have me or my buddy help you float to the surface later... that way you'll be the first one to surface."

"...That sounds even more pitiful. But being able to ride on Lord Mirad's neck, I can accept it, right?"

Hyolita, eager to try, flapped her wings and approached Mirad's back, her small hands already resting on his shoulders.

Milad was silently drilling underground, manipulating the rock cocoon to find the location of the king's imprisoned chambers that Obora had mentioned, and so he didn't turn his head back.
"If you wish to meet the King in that manner... I have no objection."

"No problem! When people see a cute and charming little girl like me, they'll just smile knowingly and praise how childlike and adorable this little sister is, and how kind and compassionate Lord Mirad is, willing to share joy with the people and sacrifice himself~ Unlike some big but unaware gray-haired monster, riding on Lord Mirad's neck, which would only make people think it's a very niche and awkward way to play."

The gray-haired monster closed his eyes and tapped his chin, seemingly recalling that unrestricted race, the tingling sensation of his legs being scratched by Mirad's hair still fresh in his memory.

"The riding experience was quite nice. Although it was a bit cramped for someone my size... I made sure to maintain my balance during the ride, minimizing vibrations and bumps... It had a unique charm compared to horses or carriages. Ah, it would be a shame if you hadn't tried it..."

Hiolitta curled her lip. "It's infuriating to hear such pretentious assessments from someone with experience. You gigantic gray-haired mechanical monster!"

"...Why does it feel like my nickname has gotten longer?"

"illusion!"

Amidst the two girls' usual bickering, Mirad placed her hand on the rock above... that must be King Castor's room. Two footsteps... judging from their weight, pace, and length, they must be King Castor and his queen.

He turned his head to interrupt their argument, "Prepare to surface."

Siolitta abandoned her playful mood, landed on the ground, and the membranous wings on her back retracted. Under the effect of the humanization magic, she transformed back into the well-behaved little nun.
"Sister Luogen, please be quiet. You can't make a scene in such an important setting."

Luo Geng gagged twice. "Sister, if you keep disgusting me like this, I really won't help you tonight."

"I can satisfy Lord Mirad on my own without even using that..."

The passage to the cell where King Castor was imprisoned was opened. Siolitta followed quietly behind Mirad, while Loran, unusually serious, put on a stern face.

Hiolitta glanced at her expression, covered her lips with her hand, and let out a soft chuckle, "Pfft..."

"Don't laugh, Xiaoxi, if you laugh, I'll want to laugh too!"

Luo Ran practically spat out those words through gritted teeth.

Mirad coughed lightly and climbed the stone steps.

As he stepped onto the last stone step, the entire palace was revealed to everyone. It was less like a royal palace and more like a meticulously arranged prison cell.

Heavy curtains completely blocked out all the windows, and the air was filled with a mixture of herbs and old fabrics.

"You are…?"

The gaunt, silver-haired man sat up in bed, his movements slow and weary. His wife beside him looked equally haggard, the dark circles under her eyes a testament to years of worry.

Instinctively, he shielded his wife behind him, his cloudy eyes looking at the uninvited guest. There was no anger in his eyes, only an unfathomable weariness, as if even maintaining vigilance had exhausted him.

“I am Miradmepa.”

Mirad nodded slightly; the prison king's condition was worse than he had originally imagined.

“These two… the shorter one is Sister Siolitta, who has accompanied me on my training. The taller one is my close friend and companion, Loran.”

Siolitta lifted the hem of her nun's gown and gave a silent curtsy, while Lorenz simply waved as a greeting.

While outwardly maintaining the persona of a quiet, demure little nun, Siolitta speaks rapidly and fluently over the communication channel.
"There's no need to emphasize height, Lord Mirad. You have many distinctive features that can distinguish me from Loran, right?"

"...Sorry, it just came out of my mouth."

Having overheard so many of their arguments about height underground, Mirad subconsciously started using it as a distinguishing feature.

Luo Geng gave a mysterious smile. "Oh ho ho... I don't think there's any problem at all."

"Just being called 'partner' is enough to make you content, you're such a satisfied woman! Your ears must be trembling nonstop!"

"There's nothing I can do. My brother understands me; he likes to yell, and I love to hear it."

“…Miladmipa.” The king repeated softly, pausing for a few seconds, seemingly recalling a figure related to him.

"...What a coincidence, to share the same name as the legendary sage of resurrection."

That's me.

The man's chest and abdomen contracted violently, followed by a cough that seemed to vomit his lungs out. The woman immediately stepped forward and skillfully patted his back with her equally thin hands. She softly comforted him.

"Castor, breathe slowly... don't rush..."

Once her cough subsided slightly, the woman turned to the visitor. Her face was unadorned, but her weariness was undeniable. "Your Excellency, please forgive him, his health has been truly..."

The king gently pressed his wife's hand, shook his head, and gestured for her not to say anything more. He took a deep breath, trying to keep his voice steady.

"Your Excellency, when did you arrive in Rescade? Forgive my failing health, I was unable to greet you. I must trouble you to come in person. But there are guards here; you'd best not linger too long..."

The man's once powerful, silvery eyes were lowered; he dared not look directly at the visitor, nor gaze out the window. Upon hearing this, the princess glanced at her husband with concern, her lips moving as if she wanted to say something, but in the end, she simply tightened her grip on his cold hand.

"I'm just here to confirm some things, I won't be staying long."

Mirad stepped forward, extending her hand to the man sitting on the bed, a gentle light emanating from her palm. The king kept his eyes closed, not even looking up at the radiance that could instantly heal the wounded, but simply shook his head slowly.
"Thank you for your kindness. But my body... isn't just suffering from illness... even a miracle of recovery can't help it..."

Mirad dimmed his light. Just as the king had said, his senses told him that there was no trace of a curse within the body, and the internal organs were unharmed. There was only a pervasive depletion... a deathly stillness that the spirit and soul had utterly burned out, leaving only the physical body with its aftermath.

Miracles of recovery can heal physical wounds, but for patients whose hearts have died, no amount of such blessings will make a difference.

"You exude a friendly aura. If you have any questions, please ask. I will answer them to the best of my ability."

"Your Majesty, there is only one question I wish to ask you."

"If Northculim and the other nobles and priests all fall... would you still be willing to continue ruling this war-torn country?"

The king's withered fingers curled slightly on the blanket.
"When you came to the capital, did you see those windows in the lower city that couldn't be closed properly and were full of gaps?"

He didn't wait for Mirand's reply, and continued, "I once wanted every window to conceal a laughing family. But now..."

"...I don't know, and I dare not think about it."

As soon as the king finished speaking, a blazing white blade of light pierced through the iron door of the room at an extremely fast speed. The terrifying heat instantly melted the thick iron block. The trajectory of the blade of light was incredibly precise, and its target was Mirad, who was standing in front of the bed!
Driven by the attacker's instincts and memories, this suppressed killing intent and magic, with an almost impenetrable force, delivered a strike with no possibility of failure.

However, this blade thrust, which had never missed, was blocked by the target's right arm... The moment the meteor-like sword light slashed into the room, the arm guard on the target's right arm reflected a dazzling light, protecting the king and queen who were clearly caught off guard!

The attacker remained expressionless. Missing his first strike, he immediately changed his sword technique. A flash of white light appeared, and hundreds of sword shadows whistled past. The expensive marble floor shattered and cracked instantly from his strikes, turning into dust that would slip through one's fingers, and the entire room was shrouded in smoke and dust.

But when the smoke cleared, the intruders, who should have been covered in blood and gore in the sword net, had vanished.

Only the still-shaken king and queen remained, embracing tightly... even the two remaining women had vanished without a trace.

...behind me!
The attacker spun around and swung his sword, blocking the blade that was slashing down from behind. The force attached to the blade was not great; it was just a test!
Mirad was slightly surprised that his opponent had blocked his sword strike. Although he had held back a bit of his strength out of concern for the potential damage to the surrounding buildings and the king and queen, the sword strike was not so easy to block.

He glanced at the attacker.

He was a man with short, silver-white hair, dressed in guard armor. Perhaps it was his birthright, but the few strands of hair on his forehead were not crescent-shaped silver-white, but a striking, blood-red.

There was no emotion in those silvery-white eyes; they simply reflected Mirad's image like a mirror!

“Sioulta,” Mirad said in a deep voice.

Conflicts must not occur in the royal palace.

So, all we need to do is take him somewhere else.

"Alright~ Come and play in my world, everyone?"

The serene nun who had been guarding the door smiled gently, a thick ancient book now in her hands. "Hmm... The Birth of the Star-Chasing Realm!"

The pages moved without wind, and words poured out from between them, instantly engulfing Mirad and the attackers.

(End of this chapter)