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

Chapter 26 Kieslfield (1)

After agreeing on the plan to split up, it was almost time for their scheduled magical duel with the hero Kiesfield from Rescade.

When Mirad arrived at the logging camp in the east of the city, it was nearly dusk, just as day was turning into night.

The logging camp seemed to have been abandoned for a long time, with the remaining tree stumps covered in fungi. However, the air was not damp or putrid like one might expect from such a place; instead, it felt dry and comfortable, as if it had been purified.

The magic floated among the fallen leaves and trees, emitting a faint glow. An unsuspecting passerby might mistake it for fireflies out of season. Sensing Mirad's approach, the magic gradually converged in one direction.

"Wow, you're so slow, sir... I sneaked out of the delegation to be with you, couldn't you have arrived sooner? I'm getting really bored waiting!"

It's Kieslfield.

The floating magic returned to the crimson spear that was stuck diagonally in the humus in front of her. The light representing magic was scattered inside the hollowed-out spear shaft, indicating that it was not only a weapon but also a catalyst for casting spells.

The female warrior no longer wore the modified armor, but instead wore a light hunting outfit.

Her striking gold and red twin ponytails were tucked into her hood, and several spare catalysts hung on her belt. Her tight black leather pants made her long legs look exceptionally strong and full.

"The lines are quite nice," Mirad thought.

It's a well-trained physique, definitely not just a flashy exterior.

Kiesl crossed her arms over her chest, which accentuated her prominent breasts. Fortunately, the taut, bulging fabric wasn't too fragile and wouldn't tear.
"Oh, that short little nun who's always following you around isn't here? Good... If she saw you getting humiliated by me, she'd probably be quite unhappy with me too."

Siolitta did not come along.

She claimed she was going to deal with some matters with the monsters in the city... Without her by his side, Mirad was much more relaxed, no longer feeling uncomfortable from the burning gazes coming from behind him every moment.

"You are confident, which is not a bad thing."

"Uncle, you have this inexplicable old-fashioned look that makes you seem like an old man... If I groomed you, you could have plenty of girls who would like you."

Kissfield chuckled softly, lifting the crimson spear stuck in the ground. A surge of heat ripped away the withered branches and leaves, instantly drying the previously moist humus. Before the falling leaves could even settle, the girl had vanished, leaving only her languid voice echoing in the clearing.

"Well, I snuck out, so I'm short on time. No more chit-chat, staying up late isn't good for your skin... so I'll just go with three moves. Silently count to three and I'll attack, get ready, uncle~"

One.

Mirad's naked eye could not capture the trajectory of her movement before she disappeared.

Rather than high-speed movement, it should be a teleportation method similar to teleportation magic.

Did she come early for this? Setting up a teleportation magic circle in the area... That girl seemed so relaxed, but she clearly didn't want to be looked down upon.

Having your own pride isn't necessarily a bad thing.

two.

The flow of magic was well concealed. A few specks of magical light diffused throughout the logging camp confused the senses, making it difficult for Mirad to determine the location of the magic circle and Kissfield's movements.

Even facing an opponent of unknown strength, he didn't let his guard down and seriously displayed his true abilities... Although he may appear somewhat frivolous on the outside, he is indeed a competent hero at heart. Three.

coming.

The spearhead roared, closing in on Mirad in an instant.

In the sonic boom that shook the eardrums like thunder, the withered leaves, which had already been baked dry by the high temperature, were instantly torn apart and disintegrated, turning into dust that flew everywhere. The small branches burst into even finer debris, which mixed into the torrent of dust.

The crimson spear, wreathed in raging flames, fell from above with unstoppable force, its target being the top of Mirad's head!
This is a killing move that goes all out without holding back, yet without any intention to kill!
Mirad never expected that Kiesl's first attack would come from directly above. If such a wide and sweeping gun technique missed, Kiesl's own weaknesses and vulnerabilities would be completely exposed to the enemy!

Her golden hair was blown about by the airflow, but Mirad did not back down.

Rock-shaping magic, also known as earth elemental magic, is, as its name suggests, magic that shapes earth and rock for one's own use.

The defining characteristics of soil and rock are their thickness and hardness.

It is also an unyielding stubbornness.

The purified and solidified clay was cast into the strongest protective wall to safeguard the main body. Two rock hands that grew from Mirad's side caught the supersonic spear at the same extremely fast speed and gripped it tightly!
As the rock hand collided with the spear, dense sparks flew and scattered, the unstoppable power of the flame-wrapped spear was directly extinguished in mid-air, while Mirad, its target, did not move an inch.

Next, with her weapon restrained, Kissfield will be completely unable to counter Mirard's attacks and will be at his mercy; this is the consequence of defeat.

But... Keithfell, who should have perished alongside the weapon, was not by the gun.

…It's just a smokescreen.

The spears falling from the sky were just a feint to draw attention; she herself has not yet shown up.

Mirad sighed, noting that Kissfield's fighting style and use of magic were indeed amazing and daring, but in his circumstances at the time, he had no way to use them or make any use of them.

Because losing your weapon means losing your life. When a weapon leaves your hand, a tide of monsters surges past, and higher-level monsters will seize the opportunity to launch a fatal attack... Therefore, once a weapon is lost, there is no chance to pick it up again, making it the most vulnerable moment.

"Really? You took it so easily? You're really strong, sir... The magic model has a modern feel, but the tactical concept is quite ancient. Just who are you, sir? I'm starting to get curious about you."

Kissfield's voice came from the air. After witnessing Mirad's rock-shaping magic, she wisely chose not to land, but instead remained floating above Mirad. The girl's hood was blown open by the shockwave from the falling spear, and her twin ponytails were flying wildly like a blazing fire.

"That was the first move, I guess. I got a little excited and made quite a commotion... I hope the noise from here doesn't reach Elcia~"

“It’s pretty powerful.”

Nodding in appreciation, Mirad wondered what the opponent's next move would be.

Compared to the unreasonable and overwhelming power of the Siolitta, it is definitely more rewarding to use humans as opponents.

"Tsk, why am I getting inexplicably angry...? Uncle, don't act so nonchalantly, that kind of attitude is really annoying... At least respect the girl's best efforts! Hey, uncle! Don't disturb my chanting now, I'm going to make you lose your composure today!"

After saying that, Kissfield immediately began chanting magic in mid-air. The floating magic power that was originally used to conceal and transfer the magic circle was completely absorbed by her, and an astonishing heat slowly gathered.

(End of this chapter)