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

Chapter 4 The Resurrected Saint

Saint Milarepa, also known as the Saint of Resurrection.

As one of the saints recognized by the Church of God, aside from the miracles of his repeated resurrection, his most commendable and well-known achievement was slaying two demon kings within a short period of a century, thus buying humanity a long time to recuperate.

Many of the nuns who chose to stay in this remote monastery grew up listening to his stories, and the abbess was no exception. While praising the saint's great power, the stories also emphasized the terror of the demon king as the enemy.

A mere glance was enough to petrify an entire nation, rendering it devoid of life for millennia, and causing a once-powerful country to vanish from the annals of history overnight.

The church spent several years wrangling over the problems left behind after the enemy's defeat, and in the end, they could only choose to spend a lot of manpower and resources to seal the entire kingdom away, hoping that future generations would find a way to solve the petrification problem.

However, it is clear that later generations were also powerless against the petrifying curse of Medusa, who held the rank of Demon Lord. Mirad still remembered the tragic state described in the general history, where no one wanted to settle in that area to this day.

“A week ago, the Church’s researchers stationed on the outskirts of the White Wasteland observed living beings in the city within the sealing array. They are speculated to be Medusas, a demon of the Lamia species, the same kind as the Demon King you slew. The Holy Kingdom is taking this very seriously, believing it to be a sign of the Demon King’s resurgence, and has begun convening bishops from various countries to prepare for a grand council.”

As Mirad glanced at the briefing handed to him by the dean, his brow furrowed more and more.

The first part, written by the researcher, seemed normal, simply describing the situation. But the content that followed still left him speechless.

...What does it mean to be in a critical moment of life and death, and to prevent a recurrence of tragedy, to ask bishops from all over the world to take time out of their busy schedules to come to the meeting, with the deadline being the end of this year and the meeting to be held in the spring of next year?

Has the church become so inefficient?

It's only April now, and who knows how long it will take for all the bishops to arrive and start arguing. The history books I read yesterday recorded ecumenical councils that lasted from several months to several years, completely different from the pre-war conferences he had participated in. The longest meeting in the camp was no more than a day, for fear of delaying and missing crucial opportunities.

Noticing his confusion, the female dean smiled awkwardly.
"The bishops are probably busy with their own country's affairs... and it's not convenient for them to travel as they get older."

"Furthermore, everyone thinks that since nothing has happened for over a thousand years, the sealing formation can probably hold out for a few more years. Besides, nobody wants to send troops into this mess. Leaving aside the possibility of them getting wiped out, this is an ancient battlefield from a thousand years ago; who knows if those petrified residents will ever recover?"

Leaning against the railing, chin propped up, Hiolitta made no attempt to hide the sarcasm in her tone. She kept her accusations about the higher-ups' fear of doing thankless work hanging in the air, but never voiced them. She looked at Mirad, seemingly anticipating his reaction.

"Hioltah! Big shots have their concerns, so naturally they can't make decisions so easily!"

The dean slammed her cane heavily on the floor. The succubus, who had been scolded by her, actually lowered her head and apologized. Her submissive and aggrieved appearance made Mirad's lips twitch.

As expected of a succubus... her acting skills are superb.

Of course, he couldn't just leave it unattended. Regardless of how the heroes were acting now, there was only one thing he needed to do. "Anyway, I understand. I will handle this personally. Fellow believer, I'll trouble you to write to His Majesty of this era to inform me of the resurrection. Oh, and I'll also investigate the Demon King's resurrection."

After putting away the briefing, Mirad felt relieved for the first time since waking up; things were finally back on track. Compared to the succubus contract's requirement to traverse the land on foot, nipping danger in the bud suited him much better. This was the duty of a hero, a duty he believed in, and not something to waste time on endless meetings or tedious travel.

“Since you have made up your mind to leave, I will naturally not stop you.”

The man's matter-of-fact tone left no room for refusal; he spoke as if he were merely informing rather than asking.

The dean glanced at the petite nun who was staring at Mirand, her pupils practically bursting with bright stars. The latter looked exactly like a fangirl seeing her idol about to unleash his divine power. He couldn't help but cough a few times and gently pat the nun's bottom with his cane, bringing Siolitta back to reality.

"Siolitta, you've been studying here for three years now, haven't you?"

The abbess still remembered the way Mirad had inquired about Siolitta's situation yesterday. The saint's caution and vigilance towards this young nun, who was occasionally mischievous but generally sensible and devout, was truly incomprehensible.

The demon-detecting incantation engraved on the end of the staff did not react when it touched Siolitta. As a simplified version of a demon-slaying incantation no longer in use, she was unconcerned about the various theories among scholars regarding why it had lost its effectiveness. In any case, its ability to identify demons should still be valid.

Monsters are rare in remote inland kingdoms, and many commoners may never see one in their entire lives. The last time the abbess, who has spent most of her life in a monastery, saw a monster was many years ago when the previous abbess passed by the slave market in the capital.

She was unsure what to do.

But... no matter how you look at it, Hyolita is just a young girl—devout, warm-hearted, kind, friendly, and helpful—not at all like the terrifying man-eating monster that Mirad spoke of, as propagated by the church. However, the Saint's actions had their reasons, just as she never questioned the bishops' decisions. In that case, it's better to trust the Saint, who has repeatedly created miracles, and let him handle this matter personally.

“I have seen your efforts and faith. It is time to put what you have learned into practice. Follow Lord Milad down the mountain and be his guide.”

“…Alright.”

Mirad nodded. He didn't think the succubus who had her eye on him would stay comfortably in the monastery. He wanted to keep her by his side openly so he could monitor her and protect her.

"Great! Thank you for the Dean's kindness, and thank you for God's blessing! You've given me the opportunity to travel with Lord Milad!"

Judging from the girl's earnest prayer with her hands clasped together, the Holy One must have misjudged her. How could such a devout girl be a demon? Those ruthless demons wouldn't have the patience to copy scriptures and worship. If a demon were truly willing to persistently practice its doctrines, do good deeds, and pray for the residents, then... how would it be different from other believers?
...Indeed, we should trust the saint's judgment. The headmistress shook her head, made the sign of the cross on her chest, and quickly put that heretical idea out of her mind.

(End of this chapter)