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

Chapter 23 Invitation

As a monster girl version of Baphomet, Obora is naturally a member of the Sabas Order. In order to pass on the cuteness and beauty of a small body, and also to express their love for their beloved older brother, they naturally maintain a young body.

Because of her height and appearance, many students initially mistook her for someone's child who had wandered into the classroom. This misunderstanding usually ended when the students who were trying to help Obola find her parents were silenced by her silent yet extremely oppressive gaze.

Aside from the period when new students enroll, Obora has always been seen by the students as a serious but skilled agricultural cooperative professor. She has never liked to joke and maintains a proper distance from the students. Various rumors surrounding this mysterious visiting professor have never stopped.

So when she finally showed a hint of anger, the students whose minds were filled with passion and impulse instantly calmed down, while the few remaining students were blocked from seeing Eborah's face by the students blocking the doorway.

The last remaining noise subsided, and Obora finally suppressed her anger, slightly raising her eyes.
"Based on the educational plan jointly proposed by the college and the agricultural association, and in light of this year's crop improvement progress, I hereby make the following decision in my capacity as president of the agricultural association and professor of the college..." Her voice was not loud, but it was so clear that it seemed to strike the eardrums of everyone present.

"...In conclusion, the management and evaluation of the experimental field will be handled by Associate Professor Mora. Additional positions for trainee agricultural technical instructors will be opened after the spring break; we encourage everyone to actively participate and apply..."

Obora seemed to have planned the handover in advance, and was only revealing it now to appease the students. The students also realized that the small-statured professor was determined to leave, and that trying to stop her would be futile. Many of the more sentimental students had already begun to wipe away tears.

Obora lowered her eyelashes and continued, "Finally, regarding myself..."

The entire audience held their breath for a moment.

"After careful consideration, I have decided to submit my resignation within a week after the Agricultural Expo. Until then, I will continue to fulfill my duties as professor and handle your theses and graduation matters. The above information will be posted on the bulletin board today. Please inform each other to avoid any omissions."

Dead silence.

Then came a soft sob.

Opola's tone softened slightly as she continued,

"Famine ravages the world, and hunger has never been far away. Before entering the academy, you all came from different backgrounds, but here you are all just students eager for knowledge, wanting to make a difference. I remember each of your names, appearances, and research topics, and I believe that you will achieve something after graduation. We all firmly believe that the ideal of eradicating hunger is not just empty talk. As long as we hold this ambition in our hearts, we will never be separated... In the end, I wish you all a bright future."

The kids are still kids; they even made a big deal out of the resignation of a professor they weren't that close to, like it was a matter of life and death, and they shed tears over it. Aborah watched her familiar students leave expressionlessly, one by one, the last one to leave making sure to fix the shattered door.

...The doorknob is installed backwards.

I feel like laughing but can't, and my face feels a little hot. Is it just my imagination?
"Wipe your tears."

Mirad handed her a handkerchief, and Obora suddenly realized that the heat on her face was not an illusion but real tears.

She wiped her eyes clean, wanting to say thank you, but when she looked up, she was met with the priest's complicated gaze. When she came to her senses, she realized that the handkerchief had been crumpled in her hand.

“I really want to believe you,” Mirand said slowly. “Don’t let me down. Uh… you don’t need to return the handkerchief.”

What is he expecting? Can monsters really reform?

Perhaps so. A thousand years have passed; surely some positive changes should have occurred.

"Oh my, so you've already given me a token of our love?"

Hiolitta's white-haired head peeked out from behind Mirad, and when she saw Obora, she couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Pfft... Hahahaha... I must say, Obora, you actually look quite cute now, much cuter than when you're all serious... Hey, where's my memory crystal...?" Obora, with a forced smile, crushed the brand-new crystal in her hand, ignoring Lilim's loud protest, "I just bought it brand new and haven't even used it yet!"

"Little girl, don't push your luck..."

She folded the handkerchief and placed it in the pocket on her chest, close to her heart.

Mirand's eyelids twitched at the sight of the subtle movements, but he ultimately managed to hold back his outburst.

You should be free in the next few days.

Milad spoke of Obola’s free time in an unquestionable tone, as if stating a fact.

"I'd like to invite you to lunch so we can talk more about your situation."

“I’m free,” Obora nodded without hesitation, almost shaking the witch’s hat off her head. “Where?”

“The Beech House on Union Road,” Ciolitta casually toyed with a strand of her hair, twisting it tightly and then loosening it, “their vegetable salad and confit duck leg are really good, I highly recommend them!”

Blinking, Obora looked at Mirad, and after receiving the man's approval, she nodded, "Okay, I won't break my promise."

Due to her incomplete trust in Obola's nature, Milad did not intend to use her power to find out what Kissfield had been doing at the Academy.

After leaving Obora's office, he followed Kissfield's magical scent and explored the academy.

Finding the magic left behind by the hero amidst the chaos of the school battle is no easy task, but fortunately, Kiesl's unique magic stands out.

Intense as fire, fickle as fire, dangerous as fire.

In Mirad's perception, the magic formed a thin path of light, guiding him.

Like a light butterfly, Hiolitta, hands behind her back, moved with nimble steps and glided to Mirard's side. She turned abruptly, facing Mirard, and began to walk backwards in small, quick steps.
"I say... Lord Mirad, could it be that you're actually a very well-hidden carnivorous man?"

Hiolitta tilted her head, a wisp of silver hair brushing against her eyelashes, her red eyes filled with undisguised mischievous laughter.

"Kissfield, Obora, you've booked a second date with them all~ Ugh, is it really impossible for Hiolitta to satisfy your desires by herself?"

What is that succubus mumbling about?

Looking completely bewildered, Mirad stopped in his tracks. The illogical and factual words he hadn't felt in a long time gave him the urge to refute them, but he also felt that speaking out would only embolden the succubus in front of him.

After a long silence, he swallowed the words that were stuck in his throat.

"Whatever you say... if you consider feeding and interrogating someone to count as a date."

(End of this chapter)