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

Chapter 184 Fire
Mirad stood silently inside the jolting carriage, the walls shutting out the hustle and bustle of the city, leaving only the rhythmic sound of wheels rolling over the cobblestones. He had remained silent ever since boarding the carriage, which, along with Loran and Hyolitta, on their ceaseless tour of the city, using the rock cocoon.

Although the battle with Rescadeer had ended, the image of that body dissipating into pure magic in the final moments amidst the golden torrent unleashed by the Sword of Oath of Glory still lingered in my mind.

The hero who started did not leave any remains; he simply transformed into a pure stream of magic and disintegrated.

Even the demon realm of Hiolitta could not completely imprison the scattered magic. Specks of silver light seeped from the pages, like birds breaking free of their cages and disappearing into the blue sky.

Even clearer than this scene was King Castor's tear-streaked face.

Something rekindled in his cloudy, silvery-white eyes after the tears.

"Your Excellency, the Saint..."

"I want to take control of this country again. Perhaps in your eyes I am a decadent and incompetent ruler, a failure who couldn't even protect his own people, but at least..."

He lifted his face, tears streaming down his nasolabial folds.

"Please... lend me a hand and sweep away the wicked and corrupt."

...Milad agreed.

At that moment, the carriage turned the corner, its body tilting slightly. Loran's long legs tried to reach out to Hiolitta, who was contacting Tiluella, but the latter slapped them away with a paw, leaving a red handprint on her snow-white skin.

Mirad reached out and held onto the window frame, his gaze peering through the swaying curtains at the majestic outline of the palace in the distance.

Although King Castor's power is still weak and he has few loyal and brave men under his command, and although he cannot provide Mirad with substantial assistance for the time being.

But it's enough to rekindle the flame of hope in a disheartened king.

An inorganic voice suddenly rang out, "Rescadeer has passed away."

In the study, the priest of Northculim's quill smeared a blot of ink on the ledger. He slowly raised his head and spoke to the empty corner of the study.
"...Is it the Saint of Resurrection? That's quite a big move. He gave me such a surprise on my second day in the capital."

"Not yet certain."

The voice was flat and monotone. "His memories before he vanished were blocked... I didn't get them completely. But apart from the resurrected saint, there shouldn't be anyone else. Judging from the remaining echoes, Rescadeer should have been in some other world before he died. But there's too little information to determine the exact coordinates."

Nosculim tapped his fingertips lightly on the table. "Losing one...would it significantly impact your strength?"

His brow furrowed. "If he could bring himself to kill, then he must have discovered Rescadeer's true identity."

"It's not that big."

The voice replied, "More than enough to contend with the resurrected saint."

"A Saint of Resurrection... I think that's far from enough. According to intelligence, Cretia has fallen and is allied with monsters. People who come from such a country will not be without the help of monsters by their side."

"The monster has been included as a variable in the factors influencing the decision... It will not affect the final result."

"...I trust your judgment. Then let's proceed according to the original plan. Those poor people are living quite fulfilling lives in the welfare home."

Noskulim paused deliberately, observing the fluctuations in the air. "New victims join us every day. This will surely provide more help to your charitable work."

"Good."

The entire study was suddenly filled with a warm glow, and fine golden dust floated in the air. The voice, now as melodious as a hymn, each word like a chant.
"Ah...those who struggle to survive amidst the misery and suffering of this world...may the light of God's love and mercy shine upon them. The lost lambs will eventually return to the pen, and the suffering souls will find rest. Every tear will become a dewdrop in heaven, and every sigh will compose a sacred melody."

Noskulim maintained a kind smile and proper demeanor. He was aware of the status of the being beside him and knew that the other party genuinely believed that this method could liberate all beings. But it was precisely because of this that he had to be wary.

“Compassion is our mission.” The halo gradually dissipated, but the priest maintained his humble posture. Only when the study returned to silence did he slowly straighten up and gently wipe the corner of his mouth with a handkerchief.

"It's really..."

He whispered to the empty room, "The best mercy could be."

"Gulp... Fourth Sister clearly knows some of the inside story, but she insists on keeping it a secret, saying she'll reveal the answer when they actually meet?"

Dejected, Hiolitta put away the Reflection Mirror and rolled around in the already cramped carriage, her delicate feet, wrapped in a thin layer of sheer white silk, kicking in the air... She looked no different from a naughty child throwing a tantrum at her parents for not getting the toy she wanted.
"Isn't this just deliberately teasing us?"

"Hehe... so there's a family history to not speaking human language,"

With lightning speed, Luo Ran grabbed her slender, dangling ankles, lifting them up with one in each hand, and began to tickle Mirad's legs with her chubby toes. Hyolitta cooperated by flexing and spreading her pinkish-white toes.
"But to be honest, our current relationship with the extremists is only temporary, an unspoken cooperation... We've already done more than enough by allowing Professor Obora to provide so much information."

"You're siding with outsiders, you gray-haired monster!"

"It's just stating the facts!"

Mirad raised his hand and gently pressed it on Hiolitta's still thrashing legs. "Loran is right."

The carriage suddenly jolted violently, accompanied by the driver's panicked shouts, and came to a screeching halt. Mirand remained as steady as a rock, not even the hem of his clothes swaying in the slightest.

"Ah...!" *2
Two soft cries rang out simultaneously. Hiolitta and Lorenz exchanged a glance, suddenly reaching a tacit understanding. Their previously steady bodies twisted and swayed, both stumbling and falling towards Mirard. Mirard instinctively reached out to support the two girls.

Silver and gray hair intertwined and fell to his knees, a nun's hat hung askew in his hair, and a flexible and agile mechanical arm took the opportunity to wrap around his wrist.

In the instant their bodies intertwined, Hiolitta quickly leaned in and gave Mirad a light peck on the ear, while Loran touched the corner of Mirad's lips with the tip of her cunning nose.

The two of them immediately looked up at Mirad.

"Lord Mirad, I'm so sorry... I've caused you trouble. I... I didn't mean to..."

Hiolitta hurriedly scrambled up from Mirad's lap, placing her hands neatly on her knees. Her nun's cap hung askew in her silver hair, and she didn't bother to straighten it. The delicate, innocent nun, with tears in her eyes, looked as if she were truly remorseful…

Lorenzo, however, went even further, burying her nose deep into Mirad's shoulder and sniffing. She chuckled softly, the last syllable of her voice trailing off.

"Sorry, buddy, I slipped."

"...Didn't we agree with our eyes that we'd only steal a kiss?"

Hiolitta's previous timidity and shyness vanished instantly, her scarlet eyes widening in disbelief.
"I was the one who touched it first, so I won!"

Luo Gen finally raised her head, a mischievous look on her face, her fingertips twirling the ends of her hair.

"Oh dear, I thought it was just a simple way for him to express his affection to his buddy... What competition? I didn't understand it~"

"Blinked twice, shifted slightly to the left, and then nodded gently... You gray-haired, big-breasted monster definitely understood! Make way for me, I want to smell Lord Mirad's scent too!"

Mirad sighed and used magic to firmly fix the two restless monsters in the carriage. As a result, their jealous and vying actions were frozen, with only their eyeballs and mouths still able to move.

A driver called out apologetically from outside the carriage, "Your Excellency, there's someone blocking the way... Would you please get out and take a look...?"

Mirad looked at the two motionless girls and reached out to straighten their clothes.

"If you've had enough fun, sit still. I'm getting off to take a look."

(End of this chapter)