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

Chapter 182 Rescadeer

Hiolitta's "Birth of the Young King's Demon Realm Fantasy Star Chaser" is the kind of demon realm that is difficult to react to immediately in the first battle... Taking advantage of this, Mirad can completely take the attacker and himself away from the king's bedroom and go to the absolutely safe battle arena shaped by Hiolitta!
In the blink of an eye, Mirad and the silver-haired man dressed as a guard disappeared from the room.

Luo Gen was somewhat bewildered. The long guns and short cannons on her back had just been protruding from their nozzles, filled with magic, and were ready to fire at any moment. "An attack... huh? Ah? They... they were just sucked into the book by you like that?"

Hiolitta turned to the latest page, and the text was self-replicating and spreading at an astonishing speed. In an instant, the blank page was filled with lengthy descriptions of battle. The two had no more reservations the moment they entered the book, and had already exchanged hundreds of blows with pure swordsmanship!
"...You're not planning to use those magical tools here, are you? The palace will be destroyed, turned into a bare pit! Yesterday, Fourth Sister said that if this continues, she'll cut off my supply of pretty clothes...! Learn from Lady Mirad, she fills in the pits she creates herself!"

"...Haha, lowering the power output shouldn't be necessary, right?"

Luo Gen glanced at the floor beneath her feet. Because of the drilling by the rock cocoon and the attack just now, the floor of this corridor should have had a huge hole left... but her thoughtful good friend had silently filled it in and smoothed it out with rock-shaping magic a second before she entered the book.

"By the way, was that attacker... a hero or an assassin? Or perhaps... one of the guards His Majesty the King mentioned?"

"When the attack occurred, a magical barrier that provided sound insulation and concealed the attacker's form had already been activated... As for the attacker's identity... what exactly is that?"

Seeing the ink stains seeping through the pages, Hiolitta frowned.

"I think this story should begin in this tone."

This was an unexpected battle.

The attacker, who completely concealed his murderous intent and magical fluctuations, battled the resurrected saint, Mirad.

"Rescadeer is the land the attacker cherishes, and he will not allow anyone to defile it. Therefore, he rebelled...towards a goal that is completely beyond the measure of common sense."

"...Then, he was erased."

"...What was erased? It feels like Xiaoxi omitted something. Let me see..."

Luo Gen bent down and rested her head on Siolitta's shoulder, but the chaos in the book made her frown just like Siolitta.

For no other reason than that there are too many ink stains and deliberately blackened blobs that obscure the text, making it impossible to guarantee a smooth reading experience.

"...This is the original text."

The opponent before me... is very strong.

Mirad dodged the attacker's sword strike with a somersault. The beam of light, stretching for a hundred meters, passed over him and slashed straight at the majestic mountain behind him. The towering peak slid down the perfectly smooth cut line and crashed into the valley with a deafening roar, raising a cloud of dust.

The attacker did not stop. He transformed into a silver-white star, leaping into the air, his ordinary standard-issue longsword tracing a path almost invisible to the naked eye!
Mirad returned the favor with endless sword light, silver and gold colliding and exploding, and then, in the blinding light, they were both annihilated!
The opponent possessed the divine magic that Mirad knew all too well, suggesting he was a hero blessed by the gods. However… Mirad sensed not a trace of emotion within his sword.

There was no overwhelming killing intent, nor a strong desire to win.

Each swing of the sword is like the rotation of the sun and moon, the rise and fall of the tides—just a natural phenomenon, not a deadly move.

There was only emptiness in the depths of those silvery-white eyes.

He just... wields his sword for the sake of wielding it, fights for the sake of fighting.

Even his handsome face was as stiff as a puppet's. Even when he was sucked into the Star-Chasing Realm of the Enchanted World of Hyolita, Mirad could not see a trace of emotion on his face!

This feeling... is like fighting against the Pantelekia.

But Pantelekia is a soulless and personalityless inanimate object, while the attacker in front of us is a living, breathing human being...?
“A swordsman like you should not be unknown, yet I have never heard of King Castor having a guard like you by his side.”

The team quickly compared the other person's characteristics with the list of heroes in Rescueyer, and unsurprisingly, there was no hero who matched.

The attacker responded with silence and even more ferocious slashes, except this time the blade in his hand was imbued with immense magical power!
Towering rock walls rose from the ground, converging from all directions like the closing pages of a book… In the demon realm of Hiolitta, Mirad could use rock-shaping magic without restraint, without worrying about affecting others, thus displaying unprecedented power.

As expected, the attacker's slash struck the rising, seemingly living stone wall first, while the giant rock, shattered into countless tiny fragments, was also rapidly struck towards the attacker's wrist under Mirad's control.

The opponent once again demonstrated its previous high level of maneuverability, transforming into a silvery-white star trail that raced across the sky, while the rubble, like the comet's magnificent tail flame, relentlessly pursued it!
"The scales of this battle tipped in favor of the victors from the very beginning."

A warrior who has lost his weapon is no match for the resurrected saint Mirad in his prime; the former's defeat was sealed the moment he entered the Realm of Illusions and Star Chasers.

The attacker, with reckless abandon, plummeted toward the land where Mirad was, leaving behind a terrifying comet tail of shattered rocks formed from the entire mountain.

The other party's identity is still unknown.

However, the subtle clues that emerge may serve as a general direction for making inferences.

In the blink of an eye, the resurrected saint Mirad had several preliminary guesses about the attacker's identity.

“The current Rescadeye… is indeed difficult for you to accept.”

Upon hearing Mirad's words, the speed of the falling silver star suddenly increased dramatically, and in the next instant, it had already arrived in front of Mirad.

The massive impact caused the ground to collapse, creating a deep crater a kilometer in diameter. The rocks that followed it also fell, turning this once neat circular crater into a wrecked mess!

Mirad stood at the bottom of the pit, the ground beneath her feet unaffected by the opponent's attack. The golden light of the Arm of Love flickered a few times, and the barrier it maintained slowly dissipated.

The attacker's icy expression finally shifted; his lips trembled, and a wild, hoarse roar echoed across the battlefield built specifically for him and Mirad! "So, who turned you into what you are now? Speechless, devoid of emotion... even whether you retain any personality is questionable."

Silver hair and silver eyes.

It has always been the symbol of the Rescatéye royal family.

outside world.

"Your Excellency... he... he and that guard... did they enter the book?"

The king finally regained his senses, still shaken. For the first time, a fierce emotion flickered in his usually dull, silvery-white eyes. "Please... Your Majesty, don't hold back... Give that guard a dignified exit. He... he truly doesn't deserve to be treated this way..."

"The sword technique used."

It is a rare demon-slaying sword technique that uses colossal beings and non-human entities as hypothetical enemies.

The narrator's narrative reached the ears of Mirad and the attackers.

The attackers, however, calmed down and, after their hiss, simply stood still at the bottom of the pit opposite Mirad.

The ordinary longsword he had previously enchanted had now changed its appearance.

That was truly... a very beautiful sword.

The sword's blade is a translucent silver-white, seamlessly integrated, like flowing moonlight. The points of light on the spine flicker with the wielder's breath. The hilt unfolds with an elegant curve, like the wings of a divine messenger.

Although it is a counterfeit made with enchantment as its base, the beautiful blade is enough to arouse the viewer's longing for the genuine article.

"That is... the liberated form that no one has ever seen with their own eyes now."

Thousands of years have passed, and this true form has been submerged in the tides of history.

As the legendary sword of Rescade, this blade only reveals its true brilliance when wielded by certain individuals.

"The road to the truth is now open."

"The master of the sword, his name is—"

"Rescade, the hero of the beginning".

Mirad drew the holy sword from his waist.

A long, long time ago.

So long ago, before the name of Rescadeye had become known throughout the continent, it belonged only to an unknown hero.

This hero led his warriors, with selfless courage and will, to conquer the land occupied by monsters.

Under his silvery strikes, even the dragon's tough scales were swiftly cleaved in two, and scalding dragon blood gushed from the smooth cut surface.

Wherever the sword light touched, the wails of demons echoed through the valley, and filthy black blood soaked the earth.

Legend has it that every time he swung his sword, fragments of stars and moon would fall from its blade, tracing brief but dazzling trails of light across the night sky.

When the last monster fell, the hero plunged the holy sword into the scorched earth, and the light emanating from the sword purified the entire land.

His followers knelt behind him, witnessing the first rays of dawn for their newfound kingdom. On this reclaimed land, he established a kingdom bearing his own name.

He poured all his hopes and ambitions into this desolate land.

The holy sword in his hand transformed into a plowshare, severing the curse that had taken hold of the soil due to the staining of demonic blood.

The silvery sword light cleaved through the stubborn rock, revealing a sweet, clear spring.

He personally baptized the kingdom's first newborn, placing his blessing on the baby's forehead with the tip of his sword.

He said to his children.

Be brave, like the sword in my hand that cleaves the demon's body.

You must be wise, like the North Star that guides you in the darkness.

You must be decisive, like a shooting star streaking across the sky.

You...do not let the filth of the world stain your silvery eyes.

Do not disgrace the name of Rescueyer.

(End of this chapter)