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

Chapter 188 Hymns Resound and Praises Never Cease
Everyone present was stunned for a moment by the words of the middle-aged man who suddenly appeared.

The middle-aged man paused, his cloudy eyes widening slightly when they fell on Ryan, who was getting out of the car right behind Mirad.
"Oh...and children favored by war! Excellent! With the help of the two of you, eradicating the wicked will not be difficult!"

"...And who is this?"

Mirad looked at the sergeant leading the way and shook his head. “We can’t chase him away or catch him. We heard he used to be a priest from a small monastery nearby. He’s been loitering around here ever since the orphanage was built… We’ve tried to chase him away, but he always manages to sneak to the orphanage gate inexplicably. I don’t know how it got to this point… Let’s ignore him and go straight into the orphanage.”

Loran naturally moved closer to Mirad, who quickly understood and leaned down to press his ear close to the girl's parting lips.

The two were already very familiar with this action; even a thousand years ago, they often whispered and chatted like this... although the communication channel, a long-distance, low-latency, and private means of communication, always remained silent and on standby.

"...generally speaking,"

Luo Gen lowered her voice, her rambling manner no different from that of the middle-aged man.
"These old men who mutter incomprehensible words are all hidden masters."

Miradmo stroked his chin. "Based on experience?"

"Bro, trust me! It's true! Even Xiao Xi could tell something was off about him, right? People like this always seem to have a story to tell."

"Hmm...this person is a bit strange, but I can't quite put my finger on it,"

Hiolitta's boots lightly grazed the ground, even though there were no pebbles to kick. She lowered her eyes to adjust the lace trim on her cuffs, her voice soft, without looking up at Mirad and Loran, who were whispering to each other.

She... should be a shy nun now.

"Lord Mirad, you'd better be cautious."

"You little girl, how can you speak such slanderous words! I am upright and honest in my conduct, so why would I need to be wary of you?"

"In that case..."

Mirad and Ryan exchanged a glance.

…If what the sergeant said is true, then the other party had been loitering nearby, and the timing of their appearance was not too coincidental.

At the same time, this priest did give Mirad a familiar feeling, and he could sense a slight... divine magic. Moreover, he could recognize Ryan and his own true identities at a glance... which was indeed unlike an ordinary priest.

“Alright, then let’s bring this priest into the orphanage together. I’ll keep an eye on him and take responsibility for his actions.”

The sergeant wanted to dissuade him, but seeing Mirad's resolute gaze, he could only sigh, "Please keep a close eye on him..."

“Father, please come with us,” Milad earnestly invited.

The priest grinned, revealing his uneven teeth, and walked towards the gate of the orphanage first, as if he were the one in charge of the trip.

"...Then we'll wait outside,"

Behind the sergeant standing at attention, the awakened guards also formed a long line. "We don't have access to the inner courtyard."

He took out a bronze token from his pocket, engraved with intricate patterns. "This is proof of outer perimeter security. The inner part of the orphanage is guarded by the church's direct guards, and they... are not very welcoming of our involvement... Last time we tried to follow up, it almost caused a conflict."

“However, Mr. Mirad, if you are a hero blessed by the God of War, the outcome should be different. Hopefully, what you see and hear inside... will change your perspective.”

……Quiet.

This was Mirad's first thought after being placed in the welfare home.

It is not yet clear which nobleman is behind this orphanage... Under the instigation of the priests of Nosculim, nobles in the capital city of Rescade who wanted to curry favor with the government competed to invest in the construction of orphanages as a pledge of loyalty and political donation, resulting in most of the monasteries being nothing more than empty shells.

But it's different here.

Although the air still carried the fresh scent of gray stone and wood, indicating that the building had not been completed for long, neatly hung white clothes of various sizes, from children's short shirts to adults' robes, swayed gently in the breeze.

…A considerable number of people live here.

"Where is everyone? Are they all at the chapel for afternoon prayers? Come to think of it, buddy, don't you usually pray after meals? I haven't seen you around much lately."

Luo Gen stood with her hands on her hips, looking around. There wasn't a single person in sight. "Xiao Xi, Xiao Xi, as a devout little nun, what's your opinion?"

"...I don't feel good about this place."

Hiolitta shrugged and pointed to one of the pointed buildings. "People must be gathered there."

"Ah."

Through rock-shaping magic, Mirad could sense the weight and breath of the 352 people inside the building… Outside the orphanage, his senses seemed to be interfered with by some kind of magic, but once he stepped into this place, the strange feeling could no longer be concealed.

“Father, the guards aren’t here. Could you tell me why you feel this place is filled with sin and evil?”

"I have a bad feeling! Didn't that little girl make it perfectly clear? What in this world is more real than a feeling? I knew at first glance that this place was destined to be a den of iniquity. The love that the Supreme God preaches shouldn't look like this..."

The old priest choked on his breath, pounding his chest with a muffled thud, while waving his other hand, clearly not wanting to elaborate. "Like this."

Mirad nodded knowingly. "That's not a good idea."

Lorenz stared wide-eyed, as if seeing Mirad for the first time.

"Dude, if you learn another riddle from this old man, I'll go deaf myself!"

Her face was full of sorrow as she cupped her dear friend's face in her hands, kneading and pulling at Mirand's cheeks as if she were kneading dough.
"Learning to spout nonsensical nonsense from this old man won't turn you into a peerless master, because you're already a peerless master! You know what? Even if you say I'm a man, people will still ponder whether there's some hidden meaning in your words that they haven't been able to decipher!"

Ryan chuckled and looked away. Siolitta's cheeks puffed out slightly, and she kicked Loran's shin.
“Yes… show some respect to Lord Mirad, Miss Loran!”

Luo Gen lowered her head and made a face at Xiolita. She thought to herself, "Girl, don't pretend to be innocent. I've seen you tell quite a few riddles and cryptic stories. All the girls around my buddy, including Orpheus, Kieslfield, and me, are the type to speak their minds, but today this wooden doll's riddle content is off the charts. Sister, you must have played a part in that."

"Explain yourself, buddy. What's wrong with this place? I'm not good at understanding, I can't grasp the old man's riddle!"

Mirand's lips were pulled into a wide grin by Loran, revealing a set of fine teeth. "...After entering this place, did you see any guards? The guards that officer mentioned...directly under the church."

Upon hearing this, Luo Geng looked around again.

This welfare home covers a large area. In addition to the central church building, several neat low houses extend to the left and right. Even the meadow where people play is well-maintained, with no weeds standing out.

"Ah...that's true. Not only have we not seen a single person, but there are no guards either...Aren't you afraid they've all run away? Even if you're not afraid of people escaping, there should at least be someone watching over them to prevent any accidents. You can't expect all 352 people in the orphanage to be crammed into that chapel, can you?"

"Based on the feedback from the rock-shaping magic... that's the case," Mirad said.

Luo Geng frowned upon hearing this.

Hiolitta let out a deep sigh over the communication channel.
“I’ve checked. There is indeed a layer of complex magic preventing spying from the outside world… Fourth Sister also said that there is a sister planted here, who is probably in the chapel now. Should we go in directly, or try to contact that monster first?”

"...Shall we go straight to the chapel, Ryan?"

"I have no objection." The red-haired hero shrugged.

“Father, if anything happens later, please remember to run to the side first... I will protect you with the rock wall.”

Mirad looked at the middle-aged priest, only to find that the man's eyes were fixed on the chapel, and even the corners of his mouth were trembling.

“You are blessed by the gods, but I am also a devout believer! How can I desert in the face of battle and need a young man like you to protect me? No matter what happens, you don’t need to worry about me!”

"Okay. Then please take good care of yourself, Father."

—You should give him a shield of righteous indignation later too.

Mirad and Ryan exchanged glances, and the War God Warrior silently nodded to indicate that he understood.

"...Go straight to the chapel door...? It feels like you guys are just recklessly kicking down doors because you think you're so powerful. But I'm not the one who gets so angry he faints, so I don't care!" Luo Gen laughed.

The footsteps of the five figures lingered in the high-arched corridor leading to the chapel. It was a spotless corridor paved with pure white marble. The afternoon sun shone through the stained-glass windows on either side of the dome, casting dappled and distorted shadows.

The closer one gets to the heavy, closed door, carved with many angels, the clearer the hymns emanating from it become.

"You are His faithful servant,"
Golden wheat fields stretch out beneath your feet.

The lost lamb sleeps peacefully in your arms.
Every tear turns into morning dew.
"Nourishing our parched hearts..."

The chaotic footsteps of Mirad and his entourage became the only discordant note in the orderly chanting, yet the chanting continued without the slightest disorder.

"Oh, your name is compassion."

Your love is like a protective wing.
As the sun began to set...

Your hymns still resonate…

The instant Mirad's hand touched the cold doorknob and pushed it open.

The unified, heavenly chanting in the chapel abruptly stopped.

The 352 devout believers were arranged in an orderly fashion, with each person spaced perfectly apart.

They both turned their heads to look back, their satisfied and joyful smiles still lingering on their faces, showing no annoyance or displeasure at being disturbed in their prayers.

"Welcome, welcome... Is this your new friend?"

They said in unison.

The diverse voices of men, women, young and old resonated together and then joined in a single moment, converging into a complex and sacred sound.

(End of this chapter)