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

Chapter 183 Sun and Moon (4K)

"Although I don't know how you have returned to the world... judging from your completely ignorant demeanor, it must not be your original intention."

Mirad held the Sword of Oath of Glory high in his hand, its light-wrapped blade gleaming with the golden light of dawn. Specks of light drifted from his arm of love, like swarms of fireflies, illuminating the battlefield crafted by Siolitta as if it were daytime.

Condensed magic began to flow across the rough blade of the sword in Mirad's hand. In perfect unison, Rescade did not attack at that moment, but instead paused his offensive and instinctively raised his longsword high!
Ordinary sword strikes are not very effective against an opponent. To determine the winner, one must unleash a full-force strike.

At this moment, both Mirad and Rescateyer, who was fighting solely on instinct and skill, made this decision.

Needless to say, if the battle drags on, Rescadeer, without any supplies, will undoubtedly be the first to fall into a disadvantageous position. Therefore, if they want to win this uneven battle... they can only gamble everything and place all their hopes on the upcoming clash.

"I will extinguish the flame of your life and send you back to eternal slumber."

The Rescadeer before him seemed more like an empty shell stripped of his intellect, inheriting only the original owner's unparalleled skills and ingrained fighting instincts.

The holy sword in his hand, which should have been passed down through generations of Rescateyer, was now nothing more than a standard longsword that had been upgraded by being forcibly shaped and enchanted with magical power. The flickering silver light on the blade was like pulsating blood vessels. The blade, made of ordinary iron, could not withstand such a massive infusion of magical power and was now only one step away from breaking apart!
However... at the very moment Rescadeer infused the sword with magic, an incredible miracle occurred. The powerful magic of the Primordial Hero was forcibly restrained within the shape of the ordinary iron sword. The longsword, which could barely maintain its form, suddenly burst forth with a dazzling silver light that was in no way inferior to the original!
That is the Silver Star, mentioned only in ancient books and legends, which split the dark sky of the Demon Realm in two, allowing the azure sky to return to the human world.

The Silver Star had been forgotten by the world, and was even once taken as further evidence of exaggeration in ancient texts… But now, in a demon realm maintained by a monster, this heroic radiance has reappeared in the world. Although only one person can truly witness it, the starlight still burns wildly with the magic that sustains its brilliance.

...like an old man whose lamp has run out of oil and whose life is about to end, experiencing a final burst of energy.

"Hiss... So, why was that ancient founding hero placed beside you as a guard? And he seems completely out of his mind, like he's lost his soul..."

Loren scratched his hair, his gaze fixed on the thick book in Hyolitta's hand, which was constantly producing words. "Your Majesty Castor, do you have any clues?"

The aged king let out a barely audible sigh. His once bright, now cloudy, silver eyes lowered, staring at the intricate patterns on the brocade quilt.

"Ancestor Him"

He spoke, his words strained as if sand were being ground in his throat.

"We don't really know much about this matter either. About half a month ago, the original guards were suddenly replaced. When we saw the new guards again, we almost thought we were hallucinating."

"It's so similar... It's exactly the same as the ancient portrait that has been passed down in the palace, and all the records match up. It's as if our ancestor himself came to visit us."

King Castor paused, seemingly lost in some painful memory.
"So we mustered our courage and asked him about it back then. Our ancestor readily admitted that he was indeed Rescadeer. But why he appeared here... he always avoided the question. When he first served as our guard, although our ancestor always had a furrowed brow and a gloomy expression, at least... he could talk to us. He would inquire about the current situation in the court, show concern for the children's plight, and even take out a few history books from the library to read slowly..."

"But just three days ago,"

The princess softly took over the conversation, her fingers twisting the hem of her dress tightly.

"Everything suddenly changed. When we woke up that morning, we found our ancestor standing in that corner. No matter how we called out to him or asked him questions, he did not respond. It was as if he had turned from a living person into a clay puppet."

The king lowered his head, his silver eyelashes drooping. "Those once wise eyes can no longer reflect any emotion... From then on, every time I look into his eyes, it sends chills down my spine."

"...Xiao Xi, Xiao Xi, what do you think?"

Nose nudged Siolitta, who was focused on maintaining the Demon Realm, with her elbow and whispered in the communication channel, "I can't help but ask."
"No matter how I think about it, I feel like it was Nosculim and his gang who did this... But can magic really summon a hero who has been dead for so long, perfectly and completely?"

The quill pen paused for a moment as it wrote on the pages, and Siolitta responded over the communication channel.

"Little sister-in-law, where did all that magic tutoring go these past few days...? Be careful I tell Teacher Obora that you even need to ask me for such basic knowledge~?"

"Resurrecting ancient heroes is possible, but it requires the ritual of the Goddess Hel and the participation of magical powers. If everything they say is true... that founding hero who arrived at the beginning of the kingdom may have truly possessed the intelligence and personality of a hero himself. If so, it could not possibly be the work of the Noscum faction. With their mediocre skills, they are far from being able to achieve such a perfect recreation."

Hiolitta's pen swished across the paper, its tip tracing a winding yet regular path in the air, adding a line of definitional text, then occasionally crossing out newly emerging words and rewriting a more satisfying sequel. The girl's lips were pressed into a straight line, her shoulders and neck taut, like lines drawn with a ruler.

"Now it seems... apart from the priests of Nosculim... there should be another mastermind hidden even deeper behind the scenes... I wonder if Fourth Sister has already noticed... this mastermind of unknown origin has the ability to pull Rescadeer from the abyss of death, to use this ancient hero at will with his own will and commands, and to sweep away his personality and will in an instant when the other party has any rebellious thoughts."

"...That hero of the beginning probably didn't even have a chance to resist. Otherwise, this capital city wouldn't have remained so intact."

The conversation between the two on the channel went unnoticed. After the old king finished speaking, the palace fell into a brief silence.

Then, he opened his slightly chapped lips again, and his voice, like the friction of gravel, carried a strange undertone—a poison called shame.

"Young lady, you... must be a nun who believes in the Lord God, right? I wonder if... you could listen to me for a few words? Just consider it... an old man's rambling."

Before Hiolitta could look up from her book and reply, Castor's Adam's apple bobbed, and he poured out the bitterness and resentment that had been building up in his heart.
"Now that I think about it... that melancholy expression must have meant that my ancestors had already seen through my foolishness and mediocrity. As a king, I couldn't even ensure that the people who supported me had enough to eat... I really have no face to face him. Even if my ancestors allowed me to stand before him, I would still be ashamed before all the former kings..."

The king raised his weary eyelids, his silver eyes vacant with self-reproach: "Every time I speak with my ancestor, I walk on thin ice. I fear he will see the country's many flaws, so different from his former ideals... and even more, I fear he will see how I, his worthless descendant, have disgraced his name..."

“Castor…it’s not entirely your fault…”

The Queen gently embraced the King, letting his forehead rest against her chest. Her fingertips brushed through his silvery hair, her movements as tender as if soothing a frightened child. Hiolitta looked up at the helpless King, then her gaze returned to the automatically writing pages of the book.

"It is not your fault to place your hopes on others."

"Clearing the way without hindrance, the blade glides like a shooting star."

Unfazed Pathfinder Blade Waltz of the Stars
This is... Rescadeer's signature move.

Legend has it that his sword was so beautiful that even the moon goddess couldn't help but stop and admire the gleaming white light on its blade.

It was with this single strike that he wiped out all the monsters that had entrenched themselves on the land for over a hundred years… Wherever the silver light passed, it was as if a galaxy was being cleansed. Whether they were as weak as lowly creatures like slimes and goblins, or as powerful as high-level monsters like dragons and vampires that could dominate a region, even the lingering miasma that had plagued the land for so long, all were melted away like ice and snow when faced with this pure, unblemished silver strike.

Mirad's Sword of Oath of Glory met Nareskaya's Holy Sword, which seemed to be formed from moonlight and starlight and was named "All for You," and the blades slashed at each other!
Golden light intertwined with silver moonlight, their clashing creating a blinding burst of light. With each friction of the swords, each collision of their spines, the pages of the thick book in Siolitta's hands trembled uncontrollably, the yellowed edges scorched by excessive magic.

"The Sword of Glory of the Resurrected Saint Mirad is a blade of faith whose edge will never dim as long as the will to fight remains."

"The Holy Sword of Rescadeer is all for you... it is a guardian sword whose light will never be extinguished as long as the heart is free from confusion."

“The daughters were taken hostage, the family heirloom sword was given to outsiders, the cherished country was wantonly trampled on, and the ideals of the past fell into the dust... If it were anyone else, they would probably have given up long ago and rolled in the mud like piglets to make a living.”

Hiolitta turned the page, now scorched and battered, and began to write a new chapter in the battle.

"But when you met your ancestor Rescue, didn't a spark of hope rekindle in your once bewildered heart?"

"The sword of glory shines ever brighter with the will of its wielder, and when the determination to reach the summit is made, it bursts forth with the radiance of the rising sun."

"The Holy Sword's brilliance is swayed by the wielder's state of mind; when one is lost, the sword becomes dull and sheathed."

"And at this moment, these two swords clashed together."

The rising sun and the bright moon once again engaged in a silent yet fierce battle.

"You placed your hopes on him. You expected this legendary hero of the beginning to break all the shackles and constraints that bound you and save this country from the mire of decay. That's normal, Your Majesty. Because he is Rescadeer, the country's first and last hope in your eyes."

Hiolitta looked up and saw the king's face twitching slightly as if his thoughts had been exposed.

"So, having accepted your wish, knowing that he could neither win nor resist, that Rescue still resolutely launched a heroic charge against the person behind the scenes, a seemingly meaningless struggle."

"Is this stupidity? Is it blindness? Or is it foolishness? Your Majesty Castor... surely you have your own judgment."

King Castor's voice was dry and weak; he instinctively wanted to look away, to escape those eyes that made his heart pound.
"Little nun, what are you saying? I...I don't understand..."

"As a hero, he undoubtedly sensed the faint, almost extinguished hope in your heart!"

"As your ancestor, he would never have watched his descendants fail, fall into despair, or become disappointed! But that was an opponent that was absolutely impossible to defeat! Someone who could erase his will in an instant! Yet he still pressed on, resulting in the loss of his spirit. Why is that, Your Majesty? Don't you really understand?"

The Demon King's daughter suddenly raised her voice, like the tolling of church bells echoing throughout the city.

“The brave are those who are willing to give their lives as torches, but he is a dead man, a king who has passed away! The future of this world should be forged by the living. You are the rightful king of this country, and only you can take his torch and lead your people out of this suffocating mud.”

Luo Ran watched in stunned silence, while Xiolita closed the Dream Chaser of the Stars in her hands, stepped forward, looked directly into the king's eyes that were trying to escape, and said, word by word,

“He has taken the fire from you. And then, he has passed the hope to you. You have seen with your own eyes that in this small palace, the one who holds hope for you is none other than Rescadeye himself.”

"Now... it is your turn to light the fire for everyone, to be a torch yourself, and to carry hope with you."

Before anyone knew it, King Castor's eyes were fixed on the eloquently speaking Hiolitta. His brows were furrowed on his haggard face, but his lips were slightly parted. Loran, who was watching from the side, could clearly see that the king's expression at this moment was indescribable, neither sad nor happy. He could only feel an indescribable sorrow contained in his eyes and brows, left in the etched lines of time.

At that moment, the king felt his vision blur, and a tremendous emotion seized his body, making him want to shout from his chest, but he could only tremble and remain silent.

“…Ancestors.”

After a long while, the king let out a sigh.

With the princess's help, he slowly sat up from the soft, luxurious bed.

"……I see."

In the midst of the dreamlike star-chasing world, a tiny, almost imperceptible smile suddenly appeared on the corners of Rescateyer's doll-like, blank face.

Then, his body, along with the shattered longsword, was completely engulfed by the golden light.

(End of this chapter)