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

Chapter 22 to be observed
The amulet that Milad gave to Rocky, the miller's son, remains unbroken to this day, indicating that the young Kyle did not exhibit any cannibalistic tendencies, and that Rocky is safe and sound.

The new generation of monsters has never experienced the era of bloodshed and war, and they are no longer bloodthirsty due to the influence of the Demon King. Although this is bizarre, the fact that the boy who was with the monster was safe and sound is a fact that becomes more and more believable with the passage of time, so it can be barely accepted.

Mirad, having witnessed firsthand Obora's wickedness and cunning, harbored the worst possible malice towards her, a remnant of the old world just like herself.

"First and foremost, regarding your claim of victim forgiveness... provide your evidence."

"it is good,"

Like plucking a string, Obora sliced ​​through the air in front of her with her fingernail, and a crack slowly unfolded with her movement.

After reaching inside and rummaging around for a while, he finally took out a cutely decorated hand mirror from that space.

"This mirror records images of my conversations with all the victims."

…magical items I've never heard of.

Hesitantly, Mirad took the hand mirror and started it up as Obola had instructed.

Against a backdrop of rugged black rocks, the pearl-white souls are being interviewed by the young girl Baphomet.

After receiving the memories, they reacted in different ways.

Some expressed gratitude. He said that his mother was seriously ill and would not have survived without the medication the pharmacist prescribed that day.

There are those who are indifferent. She said the past is gone like smoke, but still thank you for letting my letter reach him.

One of them was enraged. He roared, "Did my achievements only come from the protection of a demon like you? In the next life, you must not interfere! Go away! Go away! Go away!"

Some were confused. She murmured to herself, "Why am I greeted by demons instead of angels? Have the gods failed to watch over me?"
There were mockers. They laughed at how the monster had manipulated so many people's lives for its own guilty conscience and self-pity.

...The questions from thousands of souls and Obola were all recorded. Mirad's index finger slid across the mirror, and new questions and answers immediately appeared.

From the islands of the Far East to the tribes of the rainforest, from believers in holy sites to generals of small countries... it encompasses everything.

There's no need to watch any further.

Mirad placed the mirror on the table, carefully choosing his words.

"If the record is accurate, then your attitude toward atonement is sincere. But..."

The records might be fabricated; she might have concocted thousands of disparate questions and answers over a thousand years. Or perhaps, she inflicted countless sufferings on those souls and then orchestrated their exclusion...

As long as one stands on the premise that monsters cannot reform, any doubt has its place.

Is it truly impossible for monsters from the old era to reform and understand humanity?

Mirad looked at Baphomet, who was tense and waiting for a response. Even with her back straight, the girl's chest remained reassuringly flat, befitting her age. Feeling Mirad's scrutinizing gaze, Obora swallowed and pursed her lips.

Beneath the table, Obora peeked out from under her long robe; her shapely, fleshy legs, encased in black fabric, were now tightly pressed together. The tips of her ankle boots clashed, vying for the top spot.

She was nervous. Mirad smelled the scent of wheat and fig mixed with sweat, which was clearly not coming from Hiolitta, who was amusing herself by pouting and playing with the potted plants.

For some reason, Mirad suddenly wanted to laugh. The wicked monster who had wreaked havoc on humanity had now turned into a little girl waiting for his judgment and begging for his forgiveness. He had seen many absurd and bizarre sights since his awakening, and this scene before him was definitely among the best.

If he is a skeptic, the first thing he will doubt is the facts before his eyes.

Unable to bear Mirad's long silence any longer, Obora tentatively asked, "But what?" "Nothing. You said you wanted my forgiveness... Why? I'm not your victim, I'm just a witness to the events. I don't think I deserve to have you manipulate my life like this."

Obora answered almost immediately, “You were the one who judged and punished me in my past life, and you are in this life as well. Without your forgiveness and understanding, I don’t think I deserve to pursue freedom and happiness.”

“Alright. After the expo, you will resign and come with me. I will observe and evaluate you for an indefinite period of time until I am sure that your inner self has truly changed and that you are no longer that murderous monster.”

He ultimately didn't quite believe that his old enemy could change his ways. If it weren't for the fact that there were too many innocent students in the academy, and that tearing off the mask would easily cause repercussions, Mirad would have already fought the other party for eight hundred rounds.

Moreover, the authenticity of the footage of the victim's forgiveness is questionable and cannot be used as key evidence. He will later personally test the true nature of this cunning Baphomet.

Mouthing "Wow!", Hiolitta put down the flower petals in her hand, her smile full of mockery. "Lady Mirad is quite forceful~ It seems you're planning to let Obora off the hook for now?"

"No, it's just a matter of observation. Besides, she herself said that she still has sins to atone for... It's too early to end things for her now."

"Thank you... I will do my best." Obola stroked her neck, and the burning sensation from the scar that had lasted for thousands of years finally showed signs of easing. The black-haired girl's long-frozen lips slowly turned up.

"Speaking of which, who are the students crowding outside...?"

"boom----!"

Before Mirard could finish speaking, the office door was suddenly kicked open, and several students tumbled in like a human pyramid. The short-haired girl at the bottom, barely able to breathe, managed to utter, "Ha... Altus's lackey..."

"Bah! You henchmen of the church, don't even think about stopping me from graduating!!"

The student in the lead had clearly just come from the battlefield of the academy, his body covered in various dyes and magical residues. He wielded his magic catalyst with great force. "Let me tell you, you kidnapped the professor, so our outstanding agricultural students can't graduate smoothly and can't join the agricultural association. So, priest, could you please wait until we graduate before taking the professor away..." Seemingly realizing that he was talking to a high-ranking church official with the authority to take the professor away, he became less and less confident as he spoke, finally managing to put on an embarrassed smile.

"Damn it, I knew this coward couldn't be trusted. His knees buckled at the sight of the Church of God!"

“We’ve checked!” A tall, thin boy pushed his way out of the crowd, adjusting his reflective glasses. “According to Article 37 of Act No. 21, jointly signed by the King and the Church of the Lord, it is forbidden to arrest any faculty or staff member during the period from final exam week to the official holidays unless you can prove that the professor has been researching forbidden magic such as limb regeneration without authorization…!”

A chorus of responses came from outside the door.

"The professor is an honest and kind person!"

"The professor even cured my leaf blight last week!"

"The citrus fruits she grows can enhance male virility!"

"My fiancée can only hug me once a week now that she ate the melon I grew, it's all your church's fault!"

……

Judging from the content of their shouts, these students probably didn't hear the conversation inside the room at all. They just rushed over to support her because they saw her in her robes and her attitude towards Obora wasn't very friendly. There was no sign that their minds had been affected by magic... so it's unlikely they would resort to violence against these children.

As for why the wooden door, which had been checked repeatedly, was so easily breached...

Mirad looked at the culprit who was laughing so hard she couldn't stand up straight. Hiolitta wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and thanks to her, the oppressive atmosphere in the room was completely dispelled.

"Ugh…"

Obora covered her eyes and sighed weakly. She had just said she was going to do her best, and now her office door was being practically broken down; even she was losing face.

"...I'll handle it."

(End of this chapter)