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

Chapter 185 Meeting an acquaintance
Blocking the carriage was a thin child, his face ashen and his hair matted.

Wearing a cheap wooden hair clip, she must be a girl. As for her age, it was impossible to tell from her emaciated appearance alone; Mirad had seen many malnourished children in the past, who looked no different from toddlers even at fifteen or sixteen.

Mirad looked around. The carriage had unknowingly carried them into the lower city, where many people were casting curious glances... but that was all.

Upon noticing Mirad's gaze, they quickly averted their eyes, fearing that making eye contact with such an important figure as Mirad, dressed in clean robes and riding in a luxurious carriage, would displease him.

"What's wrong, child..."

Mirad crouched down, bringing his eyes to the other person's level. "Have you run into some trouble?"

"Sir, this child suddenly darted out from the side of the road and spread his arms to block the car. If I hadn't been quick enough to brake in time... sigh!"

The coachman, wiping his sweat, stepped forward and was visibly stunned when he saw Mirand crouch down.
"This...the child is just being silly...you don't need to..."

Mirand raised his hand, signaling the coachman to stop talking; his robes fell onto the dirty stone slabs. The child instinctively took a half step back, then stubbornly raised his dusty little face.
"Are you... the Saint of Resurrection?"

Yes. That's me.

"Then you can definitely help everyone! Please... come with me! If we're any later, we'll all be captured by the bad guys!"

"If there are difficulties, of course I will go. But before that..."

Mirad glanced at the two horses snorting, their hooves pawing restlessly, clearly somewhat frightened.
“You should know how dangerous it is to block the carriage, child? If that quick-handed coachman hadn’t been a little less sharp, or had been a fraction slower in his reaction… you might have had a hard time today.”

“I…I’m sorry…I know I was wrong…but everyone really needs your help! This embassy carriage you’re in…has already circled the lower city twice today…I guessed you were looking for someone here, or investigating something…so I mustered up the courage to stop it…”

In fact.

Mirad simply had the coachman tour the city. Perhaps it was because the carriages provided by the embassy didn't often appear in the lower city that the girl remembered him so vividly.

However… there are still some doubts.

"If you can help everyone... everyone will help you!"

Hyolitta and Loran also got off the carriage. The immobilization spells that Mirad cast on them were only the most basic type, and it was easy for them to break free.

To the girl's astonishment, the silver-haired nun, who was not much older than her but whose face was so beautiful that she dared not look directly at her, walked straight up to her.

She simply waved her hand, and the girl felt a warm, gentle force sweep over her entire body, instantly cleaning away all the dust and dirt clinging to her.

Siolitta clasped her hands together and whispered, "...May the Lord God protect you, my child."

Luo Ran's eyes merely swept over the girl's prominent cheekbones and slightly swollen abdomen... it was definitely not the kind of fullness a child would have after eating and drinking to their heart's content.

"……Ugh."

A sigh escaped from Luo Gen's lips.

"Little sister, come here, I have some candy here."

Luo Gen pulled out a few brightly wrapped, cloyingly sweet candies from her pocket. She had originally intended to bribe Ms. Obora to assign less homework… but since they were for malnourished children, she figured Ms. Obora would probably give her a knowing smile!

"Um...oh...thank you, big sister."

After hesitating for a while, and confirming that this was not a cruel nobleman deliberately making fun of her and waiting for her to fall for his trick before turning around and shouting that she had stolen his candy, the thin girl reached out her hand.

Her movements were incredibly light yet incredibly fast, as if she were afraid that Luo Ran would change her mind. She clutched the candy tightly in her palm, her bright eyes secretly glancing at Luo Ran and Siolitta.

"Child, take us there."

Milad nodded to the coachman.

"Mr. Laurent, I'll trouble you to return to the embassy alone first."

…This is really not in line with your status.

The coachman opened his mouth, but when he met Mirad's calm blue eyes, all his words of dissuasion turned into a respectful reply.

He turned his horse around and drove the carriage slowly away from the place.

The coachman thought about today's report to his superiors and decided it didn't need to be so detailed.

The child said his name was Mana, and his surname was... Mirad.

This is not surprising.

In Rescadeye, most of the children in the orphanage are nameless abandoned babies whose parents didn't even leave them a surname.

Some of these children choose to inherit the monastery's name, while others simply choose not to use a surname... such as Kieslfeld. It is very common in this land to incorporate one's received Christian name and baptismal name as part of their surname.

As a resurrected saint celebrated in various countries for thousands of years, Milarepa himself is an indispensable figure on the list of patron saints. His image and the things he protects have become somewhat... diverse over the long years and through the interpretations of different regional cultures.

In Visegrán, he could be the master who grants children and blesses lovers; in the martial Lescatère, he transforms into a saint who protects stonemasons and soldiers.

Of course, the commonness of this surname did not prevent Luo Geng from almost losing control of his expression when he heard the little girl straighten her chest and solemnly announce her surname.

She turned her head away and, with all her might, went through all the sad things that had happened since she was born, so that the thin, stubborn, and clever little girl Mana wouldn't see her face, which was flushed red from holding back laughter.

Under Mana's strange gaze, Mirad said into the communication channel, "...Is it that funny?"

"No, buddy... could it be that if I called out 'Mirad' on this street and four or five people answered me at the same time? The image of you in their minds is quite different from the image I have in my eyes. I really couldn't help it. Sorry, sorry."

"Lord Mirad's appearance is indeed a little different from what I imagined... but it's not bad now~"

On the communication channel, Hiolitta's gloating voice rang out at just the right moment.

After thinking for a while, Mana figured the older woman with short, gray hair was probably just experiencing a brief moment of chest tightness, so she continued speaking.

"...Starting a few days ago, guards have been loitering around the orphanage. Everyone's saying they're there to take us away and send us to jail... Paul also said he saw guards break down the door of Grandma Charlotte's house across the street last night and take her and her son, who's always been in the hospital bed, away together..."

...It's an orphanage again.

They don't even spare these helpless children?

Mirad followed Mana, who was leading the way, with steady steps.

"Fourth Sister probably only intercepted a portion of them, since it's unlikely that they would all be transferred to the monsters... that would only alert the officials and nobles in charge. I think in most cases, Fourth Sister will have the monsters sneak into the group."

Recalling her shrewd fourth sister's way of doing things, Siolitta added over the communication channel, "But it's a bit strange to take all the children from the orphanage with us... I remember that Sister Joanna's St. Gard Orphanage didn't have this problem."

After turning a corner, Mana led Mirad and the others through a narrow alley. "At first, Brother Arnoni would walk around the neighborhood to keep the several orphanages from being harassed by those fierce guards... But recently, Brother Arnoni has become busy for some reason. Every day, we can't see him until late at night."

"Who is that Arnoni?"

"Brother Arnoni is everyone's idol! He's a soldier in the Holy Ice Flower Knights... although he's probably not as strong as you. But when the guards heard he was a soldier from the Holy Ice Flower Knights, they didn't bother him much! He's been too busy lately... so the guards have started making moves again... and today, there's a tall, strong man with a hood who looks really bad at the orphanage gate... no one dares to go out."

As Mana spoke, she quickened her pace. Her small figure moved through the muddy, damp alley, with Mirad and the two girls close behind. The complex stench of dampness, mold, and garbage in the air grew stronger.

Finally, after turning a corner, the view suddenly opened up.

It was a stone building, not much taller than the surrounding low shacks. The exterior walls were mottled and covered with moss, and the glass in several windows was long broken, hastily nailed together with wooden planks.

Several guards in standard armor stood before the still relatively intact, peeling wooden door. They leaned against the wall listlessly, their halberds planted on the ground.

Not far from the guards, a tall figure leaned quietly against the shadow of a dilapidated low wall.

"That...that's the guy...he looks even more ferocious than the guards...even the guards don't dare to get close..."

A familiar crimson hue flashed in Mirand's eyes as the figure moved. Despite the hood concealing his identity, Mirand would never forget that robust and muscular physique, and that innate, oppressive fighting spirit.

“...Ryan?”

"Hey, isn't this Ryan?"

Luo Gen recognized him too, and a big, delighted smile instantly spread across her face.

"Looks like you've gotten even bigger! How have things been with Chloe lately?"

The burly, red-haired man turned around at the sound. He was visibly taken aback when he saw that the newcomers were Mirad, Loran, and the silver-haired daughter of the Demon King.
"...Oh. It's you, kid...and Luo Ran too."

Ryan pulled his hood back a few times, revealing his face. He gave a casual reply, but his eyes remained fixed on the guard opposite him.

"I'm just getting by."

"Are you keeping an eye on things?"

Mirad's gaze passed over Ryan and landed on the guards who had become somewhat tense and instinctively straightened up because of their abrupt appearance.

"Ah."

Ryan nodded. "Those guards saw that I was not someone to be trifled with, so they didn't force their way into this orphanage."

"Did you...know him before?"

Mana looked up at the tall figure, her expression blank.

(End of this chapter)