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

Chapter 2 Succubus
What echoed in my ears was the monster's mocking and excited chuckle.

Never having imagined that he could defeat his enemy in one move, Mirad quickly considered the possible ways to break the spell that had immobilized him. At the same time, he tightened the stone pillar supporting him around his waist and dragged himself along to move quickly... but the tomb was too narrow and there was not much room to maneuver.

"You really won't give up so easily. The ancient instant-cast rock-shaping spell is a bit too outdated, Lord Saint Mirad."

The stone pillar was cut in half, and Mirad, losing his support, fell backward uncontrollably, landing right in a slender embrace.

The monster held his waist with one hand, the immobilization spell still in effect. So the arm that was originally meant to stab him now seemed to be caressing his cheek. The delicate monster brought her soft, peach-colored cheek close to his palm and slowly rubbed it.

I bit my tongue hard, using the pain to forcefully banish those inappropriate fantasies from my mind, and the taste of blood spread.

Recite short incantations and use blood as a medium to activate the magic.

The stone spears, buzzing loudly, suddenly thrust out from the walls on all sides, their target undoubtedly Mirad and the monster that had his arm around his waist.

The monster remained unmoved. The stone spears, powerful enough to pierce city walls, stopped a few feet away from them before turning into dust and falling to the ground.

The monster merely wiped the blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, completely unafraid that the Saint Mirad in his arms might bite him at any moment.

"A brilliant performance, Lord Saint Mirad. What will you do next? Will you use that ready-to-go stone spike on your head to commit suicide and trigger the necromancy branded on your bones, or will you give this little fan some time to listen to some heartfelt words?"

"A necromancy that only activates when you die, manipulating your corpse to launch a continuous attack with its full power unleashed until the magic is exhausted. Ah... how should I put it? No wonder you've been dead for so long this time."

Mirad, however, remained calm. After all, having fought so many times on the battlefield, it was impossible for him not to leave a record. It seemed that the stone spikes and necromancy were conspicuous enough to attract the enemy's attention.

The tomb is located in the center of the mountain, exactly.

The violent shaking, like an earthquake, nearly tilted the entire tomb. The succubus holding the hero stared wide-eyed, her feet momentarily dangling in the air from the shock. Fortunately, she reacted quickly and flapped her wings to fly away.

The six-sided stone walls drew the succubus in with unstoppable force. In her perception, the entire mountain was compressing around her, determined to make this place her tomb as well.

Limb restraint. Spatial anchoring. Mental interference. Spell breaking. Petrification... The succubus listed the negative effects inflicted upon her, and couldn't help but sigh that although the magical structure was ancient, as long as enough magic power was invested, it could still hold her back, and the time bought was enough to unleash a self-destructive spell.

The roar from the mountain was deafening. In an instant, the space where Mirad and the succubus were located was compressed to half its original size. Soon, the entire mountain would sink, plummeting into the bottomless abyss to the Earth's core, making the multiplied mountain their coffin.

The succubus's eyes widened. Despite being familiar with the saint's deeds, she was still somewhat taken aback by his fierce demeanor.
"Wait, wait a minute! I'd love to be in the same room with you, falling to the Earth's core together... but do you know where we are?"

The demon breathed a sigh of relief at Mirad's silence. After placing him against the coffin, she leaped onto the lid. The previously swaying coffin became much more stable after she sat on it, and her two slender, white legs dangled from her skirt, swinging back and forth. A dangerous smile played on her lips as she pointed to the ceiling above her.

"Directly below the St. Milad Monastery. In remembrance and as a watchtower, this building, constructed directly above your tomb, now houses fifty-two devout nuns. Some were sent into the monastery as unwanted youngest daughters, some carried the hopes of their families for the future, and others simply admired your deeds and voluntarily renounced worldly life to begin their devout practice... What lovely girls they are."

The other party's intention in saying these things was crystal clear, and the message conveyed by the soil also told him that what the other party said was true.

After a moment's thought, Mirad spoke again, and the surrounding noise had ceased.
"condition."

"As expected of the person I've chosen. Just sign a contract with me."

"...A contract? She's just a succubus, but she's quite adept at learning to be a demon."

"Oh, thank you for the compliment. As your biggest fan, I can't take such a direct compliment!"

The succubus blushed, cupping her face in her hands as if quite embarrassed. Before Mirad could even express his disgust, she quickly returned to normal. "Don't worry, this isn't some slave contract to make you my primordial essence storage. My requirement is... you must travel the continent on your own feet, witnessing firsthand everything that is happening in this era. At that time, your heart will surely have its answer."

"In exchange, I promise I will not use any means to harm those lovely girls in the monastery. This contract will remain valid regardless of death or separation. Let your great God be the guarantor, hmm?"

The Supreme God is the blessing that grants resurrection to the brave, a great deity whose church is spread throughout the continent. Calling upon his name will surely elicit a response; directly asking the Supreme God to act as guarantor is quite a boast, and one is certainly not afraid of being struck by divine lightning and reduced to ashes one day.

However, his trusty holy sword was not by his side, the magic he used over the past thousand years was outdated, and the opponent's immobilization spell was far beyond his comprehension... The gap was too significant, and this absurd contract became the best way to save the monastery above his head.

Since the name of the god has been invoked, this contract has also come under His notice. Unlike the written contracts filled with traps and hidden clauses that demons often use, the simplicity of this verbal agreement is actually an advantage.

Although one cannot avoid it by dying, the vast amount of room for interpretation left behind can be utilized by both parties... not to mention the watchful eye and guarantee of the supreme deity.

It's obvious which side He will favor: the hero or the monster.

“Very well. I, the hero Miradmipa, acknowledge the existence and validity of this contract.”

"How straightforward. As expected of the person I've chosen. Hmph... I, the Demon King's daughter, Siolitta, acknowledge the existence and validity of this contract."

As soon as he finished speaking, a bewitching pinkish-purple light shone from his hand. When it dissipated, both he and the demon had ring-shaped patterns of the same color as the light covering the base of their left middle fingers... They looked like two intertwined vines, or like engagement rings.

"Hmm, the contract is established~"

Raising her left hand, the succubus examined the new tattoo on her hand from side to side, her smile deepening.

Like a nimble deer in the forest, she leaped off the coffin lid and walked gracefully to the front of Mirad, her hands behind her back.

As the girl drew closer, her face, a blend of cuteness and allure, was so close that before Mirad could even realize her intentions, his lips were covered by something warm and soft. Her warm, sweet breath kissed his nose and brushed against his cheek. The succubus's pink cheeks were so close that he could even count the number of her thick eyelashes.

Although it was only a brief moment, the softness and warmth of the succubus's cherry lips were imprinted in his mind and lingered there. As the stinging pain on his tongue gradually subsided, he felt as if he had lost all strength. He had always adhered to the rules and had never been involved with men and women, but various fantasies began to surface in his mind.

"Perpetual linguistic magic, and my first kiss... Hehe, consider it my belated greeting gift?"

The immobilization was lifted, and he slumped against his own coffin like a puddle of mud. What was merely a simple skin-to-skin contact had, under the other's magical influence, rendered him completely powerless to resist. He could only pant heavily and remain still to avoid further chafing between his skin and the fabric, which would only worsen his already precarious situation.

He forced himself to recall the sickening sound of the monster's white canines chewing flesh, dispelling the inappropriate thoughts in his mind, and barely managed to calm himself down so as not to reveal any further flaws in front of the succubus.

"Oh my, her cheeks are so rosy, so cute. Seeing your idol standing right in front of you, breathing, feeling excited, feeling overwhelmed... it's like being on cloud nine for a fan. Don't you think so?"

She slowly bent down, completely unaware that her loose neckline allowed Mirad to see the girl's legs together at a glance.

“What I just said wasn’t a lie. I think you have your own standards for what is false, what is true, what is good, and what is evil, and you wouldn’t easily change yourself based on hearsay. So, it would be best if you could see for yourself.”

"As for the hatred and hostility that you have accumulated for three hundred years... I will not deny or refuse it, nor will I let you just let it go."

"I trust your judgment. Isn't this just fans blindly believing in their idols? Heh..."

(End of this chapter)