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

Chapter 187 Orphanage

Siolitta sat in the center of the circle of children, a gentle smile beneath her nun's headscarf.

She carefully took a pale yellow wild chrysanthemum from her sleeve, gently held it with her fingertips, circled it around, and showed it to the children.

"Everyone, look closely, isn't that a little flower in my hand?"

"Besides being a flower... there's no other possibility, Sister Nude."

Mana hugged her knees. She had clearly heard the sound of a carriage coming from outside the orphanage... but since the nun in front of her said that she had a magical trick to perform for everyone... she decided to let things outside go!
"A yellow flower." "It looks like the little flowers that grow by the river." "Sister, do you want to turn it into something else?"

The children chattered amongst themselves, creating a lively atmosphere. The elderly priest in charge of their upbringing would occasionally tell them stories from the canon… but in recent years, as he'd aged, his memory had faded. Sometimes, while telling a story, his gaze would suddenly wander, and his words would become incoherent. So, it was actually the children who spent most of their time caring for the old priest.

"Hmm, okay, you all remember it's a little yellow flower, right?"

Hiolitta cupped the flower in her palm, her voice as soft as a lullaby, "Don't blink, okay? The little flower will soon turn into..."

Suddenly, a dull thud came from outside the window, followed by a few suppressed cries of pain, and then a crisp sound similar to that of a wooden structure being crushed.

With a slight flick of her fingertips, Hiolitta tossed the wild chrysanthemums into her personal space, replacing them with an exquisite strawberry cake. At the same time, she subtly turned to the side, using the wide sleeves of her nun's habit to block the children's view of the window. Soundproofing magic was also activated immediately, preventing the children from hearing the commotion outside the orphanage.

"Oh dear,"

With a voice as sweet and pleasant as the frosting on a cake, Hiolitta skillfully drew the cake in an arc through the air, directing all eyes to the dessert. "Good children, don't look outside now. Looking too much will keep you awake. Look at the strawberry cake in your hand! This is a limited edition that I bought from the Vesegrain Agricultural Fair and have been treasuring until now! Hehehe, it's nutritious and won't irritate your gut, okay?"

The sweet aroma of the cake filled the air, and the children exclaimed with delight. They had only ever heard of such a delicious cake when their brother Arnoni came to help with volunteer work, mentioning that he had seen it served at banquets of nobles when he was a guard. But Arnoni himself had to scrimp and save to barely support several orphanages and chapels in the lower city. So they had only ever heard about it.

By distributing the cake, Hiolitta cleverly positioned each child with their back to the window, allowing them to fully immerse themselves in the joy of receiving the dessert.

"Sister...aren't you going to eat it yourself?"

Mana held her share of the cake and asked in a low voice.

She hadn't even had a chance to eat the candy the gray-haired older sister had given her in her pocket, and now she had a cake from the young-looking nun in front of her... Even if she ate it and was then captured by the legendary monster that eats people without spitting out bones, she would be willing!
"I don't want any. I'm happy just watching you all eat."

Hiolitta shook her head, tucking a stray strand of silver hair behind her ear. "You seem to have something on your mind... What are you thinking about?"

Mana licked the cream off the cake with the tip of her tongue, savoring it slowly in her mouth. "I was thinking... Brother Aroni said that nobles can eat this kind of food every day, but we can only eat it today... I don't understand why this is."

The girl with pigtails had cream all over her mouth. "Father said it was all the will of God! God must have His reasons for doing this..."

She tilted her head and thought for a moment.

"Maybe we were born sinful?"

Another boy with freckles chimed in, "Was it because the Lord God saw you throwing stones at the city walls last time?"

The little girl with pigtails blushed with anxiety. "No way! I only smashed them at night when the guards weren't around!"

As soon as she said it, she covered her mouth and looked at Siolitta in alarm. The nun simply blinked and touched her lips with her fingertip. "I won't tell anyone else, it's a secret between us~ But don't do it again, it wouldn't be good if you got caught."

"As for the question you raised, Mana... Hmph~ Do you really want to know the answer?"

Seeing the wicked smile on the nun's face, Mana's throat bobbed slightly.

"You two... you must be heroes, right? If you are heroes, why are you stopping us? Why are you preventing these children from being reborn?"

The man dressed as a sergeant staggered backward, the halberd in his hand already riddled with cracks from the previous few exchanges, just one step away from being completely unusable.

His men had already fainted and collapsed in the corner, their helmets bearing fist-sized dents... but the sergeant was still struggling to hold on.

Although the red-haired, burly man before him casually extended his fists and feet, he effortlessly thwarted the attack the man had painstakingly organized. Each block left the man's hands numb, and his weapon nearly slipped from his grasp... This was an opponent he was utterly incapable of handling! "These children will have a better life in the orphanage! They won't have to worry about food and drink anymore, nor will they suffer from the cold... They can even hear the divine pronouncements of the Lord God up close! Clearly... clearly a good life is within reach..."

Before the sergeant could finish his impassioned speech, he received a precise and powerful blow to the forehead. His eyes rolled back, and he slumped forward, only to be caught by Mirand's outstretched hand.
“...Ryan,”

Mirad placed the unconscious sergeant in the corner, piling him up with his comrades who also showed no signs of waking up, "I haven't even had a chance to ask him the exact location of the orphanage yet."

The red-haired war god casually flicked his wrist. "Forgot. I didn't hit him hard. We'll deal with it when he wakes up on his own."

"He truly believes in what he says."

"Ha, what are you talking about? I can at least assume that those monsters are just after people's bodies, but why are these insect-like nobles suddenly showing their kindness right now, during your visit to Rescadeer? You can fool these soldiers, but you can't fool me."

"Hmm... there are indeed no signs of mental influence or control."

Luo Geng clapped her hands and stood up. The robotic arm deftly packed up the tools and retracted into her backpack. "It seems that the noble gentlemen are quite good at making empty promises. They've fooled people completely."

"...That's not a lie,"

The sergeant slowly regained consciousness, the excruciating pain on his forehead causing him to gasp. He struggled to stand, but all his strength was gone.
“I saw it with my own eyes…the children and the elderly became healthier and healthier after entering the nursing home…even patients who had been paralyzed for more than ten years and covered in bedsores were able to get out of bed and start moving again…how could this be a lie?”

"Haha, I don't believe it. If you're so eager to convince us, why don't you take me and my best buddy with you to see for yourselves? If it's really that real and amazing, aren't you afraid of being exposed by us outsiders, right?"

The gray-haired girl chuckled, casually draping her elbow over Mirad's shoulder. "Or is it that you, brother, aren't entirely sure yourself, and you're afraid that if we go and expose the truth, your long-standing acts of aiding and abetting evil will be revealed, and you won't be able to lie to yourself with a clear conscience anymore?"

The sergeant's lips moved; he wanted to refute, but couldn't find any compelling words. Anyone with eyes could see that those important figures were unlikely to show such mercy so easily, and that it would be going too far, even to welcome a legendary saint.

But... but what if they are sincere?
“We just want to confirm whether those children are really living the good life you’re talking about,”

Mirad looked directly into the sergeant's eyes, her gentle words carrying a reassuring power, "This shouldn't be too much of a request, right? You can see that both this red-haired man and I... are heroes. As heroes, we would never harm innocent people, and you should understand that."

The sergeant's gaze shifted between the three men before finally slumping his shoulders in dejection. "The carriage..."

"Oh, it's already fixed."

Luo Gen casually agreed, and the carriages that had been kicked to pieces by the furious Lai An had been repaired as before.

The sergeant stared blankly at the intact carriages, even the carvings on the shafts had been restored to their original state. If it weren't for the horses still pawing restlessly and his soldiers lying sprawled on the ground with their heads lolling to the side, he would have almost thought the conflict was just an illusion.

"I called Xiaoxi downstairs~ She seemed to be telling the children a story just now..."

Several ordinary-looking carriages moved smoothly through the crisscrossing streets of Rescadeer. Their wheels rolled over the uneven cobblestones of the lower town, squeezing out the sewage that had accumulated beneath the loose stones.

The carriage paused briefly at the city wall where the slums met the upper town, before embarking on the smooth, white stone road. The bumps disappeared, and the sound of the wheels instantly became light and steady.

Finally, the carriages that were supposed to be transporting orphaned and helpless children from the orphanage in the lower city came to a slow stop in front of a newly built building with a solemn and dignified style.

Mirand stepped off the carriage first, and just as his feet touched the smooth white stone floor, a series of rapid and powerful footsteps echoed from the shadows of a building not far away.

Mirad looked in the direction of the voice and saw a middle-aged man with graying hair, wearing an old priest's robe, walking briskly towards him with shining eyes. The robe had been washed until it was faded, and the elbows and knees were covered with thick, roughly stitched patches, clearly indicating that it had been worn for a long time. But on him, it still looked clean and tidy.

He strode forward, completely ignoring the pale-faced sergeant who was trying to say something.

"One who is blessed by God?"

The middle-aged man's voice was loud and clear.

"You've also come to destroy this den of evil and wickedness! Very well, let's take our guns, mount our horses, and storm these festering walls together!"

(End of this chapter)