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

Chapter 193 Kissfield Wants to Get Closer
A wind blew from the north of the capital, carrying moisture from the shores of the fortified city of Salvary-Sion. The moist, cool lake breeze moved south and rose even higher.

Then, leaden clouds obscured the sunlight, and thunder rumbled faintly.

It rained in Rescadeye after a long time.

A light drizzle fell into the capital, easing the recent oppressive heat, but also making the air humid and sticky. The low patter of the rain against the window frames revealed the original color of the dusty, old windowpanes.

This is really not a good day to go out, Kissfield thought.

She flicked her fingers, and a small cluster of bright flames danced at her fingertips. With her magic, she dispelled the unpleasant dampness in the room.

The wooden chair beneath my buttocks swayed back and forth intermittently, with only the back half of its legs touching the ground, yet it would slightly straighten itself at the critical point of tipping over, maintaining an astonishing balance.

Kissesfield's long, full legs were placed on the table, crossed over each other, her soft calves pressed tightly against the tabletop.

Without having to go out, receive guests, or worry about being stared at by others, she was too lazy to put on shoes or socks, letting her ten round toes curl and relax in the air.

The old wooden chair creaked and groaned. Without even looking at it, Kieslfield knew that this old thing, which had existed for as long as this shabby prison cell, was far from over. The mortise and tenon joints had long since loosened, and the inside was full of cracks... Its life was coming to an end.

Hmm... if the uncle also sat down, with his own weight, this chair would probably fall apart immediately.

Rainwater streamed down the windowsill, its pattering sound continuous.

These past few days, the older man seems to have been busy dealing with matters at the orphanage... and he's been contacting me much less. The older man used to, when night fell and before the girls approached him, would steal a moment to chat with me through the magic mirror.

Because he wasn't very good at starting conversations, she usually took the lead. She would enthusiastically show him her new attempts, bolder makeup looks, or the nail polish and various items that the overly enthusiastic monsters from the monster's stronghold had forced on her... Surprisingly, one of them was a very cute pink one. She had always thought that the monsters' aesthetic sense was the same as their leader's.

Seeing the stiffness and helplessness of the middle-aged man across the mirror made Kieslfeld, who was infuriated by the idiots in the Senate, feel much better.

But now it's almost all become a businesslike exchange of information, but there's nothing that can be done about it.

The king was being watched by the hero who started the kingdom and was also the founding king, and then this legendary figure made a triumphant exit; the orphanage was a conspiracy of a high-ranking angel, and there were many hidden saints who had descended from heaven within the city.

...There's so much information here! When I heard it, I had to double-check several times before I believed that the uncle hadn't suddenly become enlightened and was telling these absurd jokes to amuse me.

Behind the capital, a schemer is plotting a cataclysmic upheaval that could overturn everything. She has indeed come to understand this fact… and quite a bit about it.

Of course, Kissfield also wanted to go to that old dog Northculim's house, dig three feet into the ground to drag him out, cut off his head and stick it on a spear for all to see.

But she knew she couldn't do that.

Kiesl had mentioned to the older man that she wanted to stay by his side as an assistant. Meanwhile, after delivering a letter to Tiluella, she hadn't had any further missions... She heard that Alameria's parents had also personally gone to meet the half-vampire girl a few days ago... It was a family reunion.

Taking advantage of a sneaky escape, she went back into that alley to see what the monsters were doing. She wandered around among them like a headless fly, feeling like she was wasting their time just by staying there.

She could only stay in this simple cell, unable to do anything but watch the uncle, Luo Gen, and the short little nun investigate in the capital, and watch the radical demons busy themselves with preparations for the day they would attack the city.

The anxiety of being kept in the dark and excluded is more agonizing than facing swords head-on.

Countless times, a violent impulse surged within her chest. Fortunately, Mirad's deep blue eyes always managed to rein in Kissfield in her steps, extinguishing most of the simmering fire of restlessness within her.

What made her heart clench was Miss Obora's almost deliberate avoidance.

Every time I went to the extremist group's stronghold, Miss Obora was not there... No matter how I looked at it, it seemed like she was avoiding me.

The lingering scent of the uncle on those ram's horns was still fresh in her memory, and so many unfinished conversations were still on her lips. Why did they become more distant than strangers after recognizing each other?

She doesn't understand.

"...Tsk."

Kissfield took out the Magic Mirror, stared blankly at the list of people she could contact.

Finally, her fingertips swept over the user with the holy sword as their profile picture and the user with the book as their profile picture, and selected the next one of them... a life-size, ultra-realistic, color-carved portrait of an uncle.

【Super Sparkling☆】: Are you there? Are you there, little guy?
【Lord Mirad is the best!】：(。)？

【Lady Mirad is the best!】: If you're asking for a recent photo of Lady Mirad sleeping, I don't have one. Lady Mirad's been busy until very late lately, and I just eat and go to sleep, so there hasn't been a chance to take a picture~ …She casually sent a picture. It seemed to be taken from behind, showing an older man kneeling before a thin mother and child, offering them food. The timing was perfect, capturing the boy's sparkling eyes when he saw the food.

【Super Sparkling☆】：Who asked you that?

Isn't she thinking about anything else?

Kissfield couldn't help but roll her eyes, then quickly saved the photo... Later, she could export its magical information onto paper, giving the photo a physical form that she could put into her bag, which was filled with all sorts of trinkets.

【Lord Mirad is the best!】: Hey busty hottie, what do you want to ask? Is it the route map Lord Mirad arranged for tomorrow? I don't have it here. He's been running around the lower city these past few days, staying to help local residents when they're in trouble... He doesn't have a fixed route at all.

【Super Shiny☆】：You know Miss Obora, right? She's a Baphomet who also likes older men, and she even has the scent of older men about her.

【Lady Milad is the best!】: I know her. Do you want her picture? I only have a photo of her and Lady Milad together, covered in cream~

How uninhibited must they have been to take photos like that?! And it turns out older men really do have crushes on girls of that body type! I already knew that before, but actually confirming it is another matter entirely!
Kissfield's fingers trembled. No, that wasn't what she wanted to ask. Although the photo was quite attractive, given that short little nun's wicked sense of humor, she would definitely ask for a much higher price.

【Lady Mirad is the best!】: I suffered a lot to take this picture. That bastard Loran even helped to hold my hands and feet in place. I still vividly remember the burning pain in my butt. What would you give me in exchange, you big-breasted slut!
Tsk, I knew it!

Not only did they take photos secretly, they also sold them illegally!
You heartless, cunning little nun!
Humming softly, Kissfield's fingernails tapped lightly on the mirror. After a moment's thought, her fingertips traced new letters on it.
【Super Shiny☆】: I need her location information.

【Lord Milady is the best!】: Press the right side of the mirror; there's a microphone-like button there.

【Super Shiny☆】: Isn't this a voice application? I pressed it.

【Lady Milad is the best!】: Then say loudly: Lady Hyolitta, as the girl who is most suitable for Lord Milad, it is a great regret for him that he has not yet confessed to you! Be expressive and vivid, and do not be monotonous.

【Super Shiny☆】: ...You know, you're not my only option, I can still ask Luo Gen, right?

【Lady Milad is the best!】: Tch. Professor Obora is probably busy analyzing that angel's magic lately, so she shouldn't be too busy... I'll send you her location. You should be able to see her if you want. That's all, oh ho~ Lady Milad is calling me over, hehe (`)

After confirming the exact location sent by the other party, down to the street and house number, Kissfield finally relaxed. She stood up and collapsed onto the not-so-soft bed, rolling around in and out of bed.

The sound of rain outside the window remained low and disturbing, as if someone were tirelessly tapping on the window with their knuckles.

Should we...go and ask?

She stopped rolling around, lay on her side on the bed, propped her head up with her hand, and stared blankly at the address sent by Hyolita.

The other person praised her that day, admitting that her appearance couldn't be faked. Miss Obora had absolutely no ill will towards her... Kissfield was certain of that. But it was precisely because of this that her deliberate avoidance seemed all the more perplexing, and all the more... glaring.

Does she really not want to see me?
The sound of rain seemed to grow louder.

Oh, I almost forgot.

She seemed to suddenly remember something and sat up abruptly. Instead of letting her mind wander, she decided to do something else to distract herself, like…

Tell the old man about how the short little nun sold him the photo of Mirad and Miss Obola.

Seeing the uncle's almost immediate reply, "Received, I will discipline her properly," Kissfield smiled again. She could almost imagine how that unruly Lilim would beg for mercy, how she would squeal and scream, and how she would afterwards curse her with those seemingly harmless words.

The sound of the rain also became light and cheerful, even melodious.

All right!

Time to get dressed and get ready to see Miss Obora. This time, she's determined to find out why she's avoiding her!
Kissfield jumped out of bed, stretching lazily, revealing her beautiful figure in every detail.

The thunderstorms outside seem much gentler now.

...Hmm? Who is that...?

As Kissfield walked to the window, preparing to change her clothes, she suddenly squinted her eyes.

She looked out the window, and in the hazy rain-shrouded landscape, a solitary figure walking through the empty streets came into view.

(End of this chapter)