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

Chapter 3 The Morning at the Monastery

The monastery was not as peaceful as usual in the early morning.

First, the sudden earthquake woke everyone up, but fortunately it didn't cause too much damage, only collapsing some uninhabited houses. Then, an even more significant piece of news completely dispelled the panic caused by the earthquake.

The strict headmistress could not stop the nuns' noise and peeping even after she pounded several holes in the floor with her heavy cane. Their discussions and jokes rose and fell like a flock of sparrows, and their gazes toward him were full of curiosity and admiration.

“I’m so sorry, Lady Mirad. Please excuse my rudeness… They are still young, and this is the first time they have witnessed a miracle.”

That being said, after the initial surprise and confirmation, it was still somewhat unbelievable that the figures from the legends and stories were actually standing in front of me.

The abbess looked at the main cause of the commotion at the monastery that day.

He was sitting in the center of the library, surrounded by parchment scrolls and heavy history books. His golden hair, azure eyes, and handsome face that gave people a sense of security, especially the warm and powerful magic emanating from him, all indicated that he was an orthodox hero.

"It's alright, I should thank you for allowing me to use this library, generous parishioner."

With a sigh, Mirad closed the book in his hands. The sheer volume of information made his head throb. So much had happened in the thousand years since his death; catching up on what he had missed was not a task that could be accomplished in a single night. Just figuring out the evolution of doctrines and various rituals had already consumed far too much of his energy.

The original doctrine was quite concise...

The overall battle line between demons and humans remained stable, and there hadn't been a major war of the intensity he remembered for thousands of years. Apart from occasional records of cities or small countries falling into the demon realm, the entire continent could be described as peaceful and tranquil. But... there was still a vague sense of unease, and despite flipping through the general history book several times, he couldn't figure it out.

He felt a slight itch at the base of his left middle finger and subconsciously scratched it with his thumb. When he looked up, his gaze met that of a white-haired nun who was peeking into the library. She had a serene smile on her face and waved to him, revealing a pink pattern on her left middle finger that resembled an engagement ring.

Awakening from the tomb and making a pact with the strangely powerful succubus, he stepped into the narrow tomb passage and returned to the surface, which is now the location of the "Saint Milad Monastery".

The succubus then produced a nun's robe from who-knows-where, donned it, and transformed into Sister Hyolitta, who had been in the monastery for three years.

She possessed none of the characteristics of a demon, and even her demonic power had vanished. Had he not witnessed the moment she transformed from a succubus into a nun, Mirad would never have believed that the seemingly innocent and adorable petite nun before him was actually such a vile demon.

After confirming the nun's identity with the dean repeatedly, until the dean began to question the accuracy of his memories of Siolitta, Mirad had no choice but to admit that the succubus had been obediently posing as a nun for the past three years, concealing her identity and adhering to the rules without doing anything out of line.

"It's a pity that the most advanced magic books and monster atlases you requested are not available here. If you wish to consult them, you will have to go to the National Academy's library."

Finally, the headmistress, unable to bear it any longer, raised her hand to disperse the onlookers, and lightly tapped the bottom of the slower-running girl with her cane, eliciting a few soft cries.

"Have you finished copying the scriptures? Why are you peeking here!"

"Oh no, the headmaster is angry! Run, run!"

Watching the nuns disappear in a flash, even the abbot, with all his seriousness, couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

"Alas... I wonder what your plans are for the future? Will you stay in this monastery for some time, or will you return to the Holy Land to pay homage to His Holiness the Pope? Although more than a thousand years have passed, the Church should still retain a place for you."

"I always have to go back to the Holy Land, and I want to see what that city will look like a thousand years from now. But before that, I need to retrieve my Holy Sword."

I still can't get used to the emptiness around my waist, and finding the Holy Sword has already been put on the agenda.

After tidying up the library, Mirad straightened his robes.

The clothes he wore when he was placed in the coffin seem to have been preserved as evidence of his resurrection, and he is now wearing seasonal clothing prepared by the monastery in preparation for his return.

The original duties have been passed down from generation to generation and seem to have become a kind of tradition. Every year on the anniversary of his last death, the monastery would prepare a whole set of ironed clothes and distribute the old clothes from the previous year to the most diligent nuns of the past year.

Incidentally, it seems all the old clothes from the last three years have been given to Siolitta. He couldn't help but marvel at how much she could endure to disgust him; this succubus was not only powerful but also incredibly cunning. "The legendary sword you entrusted to the elves? But nowadays, the elves have retreated to the deep forests, and very few pure-blooded elves ever appear before humans. Only occasionally do delegations from those neighboring forests visit..."

Recalling the precious look and tears in the little girl's eyes when he handed her the sword, and the way she kept turning back to look at him, he didn't think elves were a race that wouldn't keep their promises. Those stubborn creatures would always see their oath through to the end, no matter how many generations passed or how much the world changed.

"Please prepare some dry food. Is the monastery short of firewood? I don't have much money right now, so I can only exchange it for an equivalent amount of wood, and of course, this set of clothes."

After arguing with the abbot who kept declining, and then going back to cutting timber in the forest, it was already noon when I came to my senses. The nuns seemed to have finished their morning prayers and work, and were sitting around the statue of God, sharing bread and milk.

Not wanting to disturb the nuns any longer, Mirad found a spot with a view of the foot of the mountain and sat down. He slowly chewed on the bread, which tasted very different from what he remembered, and felt his sense of taste gradually returning.

"Hmph, haven't seen me all morning, did you miss me, hmm?"

The familiar scent of citrus wafted from behind him, and a pair of delicate hands covered his eyes.

How did she get behind him? As a hero, Mirad has always had a keen sense for monsters and other beings that constantly exude malice and danger. After all, the battlefield is ever-changing, and sometimes the body has to act first to nip the source of hostility in the bud before the brain even realizes the danger.

Had he been dead for a thousand years and become dull-witted? Mirand preferred to believe it was his own problem rather than the other answer.

Forcibly suppressing the murderous intent rising from the bottom of his heart, and with goosebumps all over his back, he somewhat forcefully broke free from the succubus's restraints.

Starting a battle here would undoubtedly harm the nuns by mistake. The wide-range instant teleportation magic seemed to have been put into use long after my death, so I cannot engage in conflict with the enemy now.

Hiolitta didn't take it seriously, readily letting go of her hand and standing aside with a smile. She was still wearing the nun's habit that was obviously a size too small, making the originally loose robe more fitted and highlighting the girl's slender figure. If you ignored the allure that was always present in her upturned lips, she really looked like a delicate and devout nun.

"What exactly are you up to? You infiltrated the monastery and went through all the trouble to sign a contract with me. If you want to do what you used to do, you've come to the wrong place. I will not submit to a succubus."

The other party's purpose was definitely not as simple as wanting him to wander around. After last night, he checked his soul and source of magic several times and found nothing unusual. The other nuns in the monastery were not affected by the other party's magic either, which ruled out the tricks commonly used by succubi to influence human consciousness.

"I really just wanted you to walk around and explore."

As if reading his mind, the succubus walked to his side, gazing at the settlement at the foot of the mountain, where wisps of smoke were already rising. Those living there were mostly tenants who depended on the monastery, working on land that the nuns couldn't easily cultivate.

"Isn't it normal for fans to want their idols to be happier and not have to risk their lives all the time?"

"I haven't done anything that would make a succubus worship me."

"It's not just me, several other sisters also want to see you again!"

Mirad keenly sensed the message in her words and had a bad feeling.

"Again?"

"Hum..."

Seemingly anticipating what was about to happen, the succubus simply chuckled and remained silent.

"Lord Mirad... Lord Mirad! Ah, you're here..."

The dean, her face ashen, strode over, clutching a letter in her hand. Before she even reached him, she couldn't help but read its contents aloud to Mirard.
"It's a text message from the Theocracy. The Demon King you once slew is showing signs of resurrection..."

(End of this chapter)