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

Chapter 40 Q&A
"Ugh... Big breasts are scary... Hot girls who have no sense of distance are scary... They're just extraneous creatures, why are they so soft..."

Hyolitta seemed to have lost her soul, muttering to herself. Her hair was disheveled and her eyes were lifeless as she was put down by Kieslfield.

Kissfield chuckled awkwardly, "Seems like I went a bit too far? Uncle, she should be alright, right?"

"It's okay, she's just pretending to be pitiful."

Mirad glanced at Siolitta, who was pretending to be lost in thought, slowly inching her way into the toy store to buy everything she could while he wasn't looking... In terms of progress, she had already moved half a meter.

He nodded slightly in resignation, and Hiolitta shouted "Yay!" Her previous frustration vanished instantly, and she dashed into the toy store.

Kissfield understood quite well, "Kids, their emotions come and go quickly."

"Little kid..." Mirad raised an eyebrow.

Hyolitta's appearance is too deceptive, and coupled with her superb acting skills, it's no wonder that Kieslfield treats her like a child.

However, he doesn't intend to expose it... it's better for both of them.

"Do you want me to notify the guards patrolling nearby about the child you're looking for?"

He looked at Kieslfield again. She didn't seem to have any intention of leaving yet. Was there something they hadn't finished talking about?
“Well, that would be a great help if I could,” Kissfield paused, turning her face away somewhat awkwardly. “Um… Uncle, I have something I want to ask you.”

Mirad wisely cast a silencing spell around them, instantly silencing the noisy environment to the point where everyone could hear each other breathing. "Go ahead," he said, "I'll try my best to answer all your questions."

"If, and I mean if, not something that actually happened, don't take it seriously! I mean, well..." Kissfield tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, her eyes darting around.
"If one day I find myself on the opposite side of you, Uncle, and doing something I know is wrong, would you stop me?"

"meeting."

Mirad nodded without hesitation, agreeing. As a senior, he naturally had the responsibility to prevent his juniors from going down the wrong path.

Upon hearing his answer, Kissfield showed a knowing look and chuckled.
"Wow, we've only known each other for three days, and you can already give such a confident answer. But then again... Uncle, that's just your rigid and meddlesome personality!" Her smile remained, but Kissfield's tone turned low as she continued, "What if I think this is absolutely right? Would you still stop me, Uncle?"

Things that one believes to be absolutely correct.

Mirad trusted the judgment of the divine, believing that the blessing of a hero would not be bestowed upon those with ill intentions. Perhaps the other person had already sensed his identity as a hero and held him in equal trust, hence asking such a private question.

However, everyone has their own opinion on what is right. Even heroes recognized by the same god have vastly different understandings of what is right.

“Since you’re asking this, it means you think we’ll have disagreements about this, to the point that it could lead to conflict…” He shook his head. “I don’t know. Maybe we will, maybe we won’t. I’ll only make a choice once I truly understand the whole picture of what you’re trying to do, and you clearly aren’t planning to tell me right now.”

"I said it was just a hypothetical, why are you taking it so seriously, Uncle! Just take it as a joke I made on a whim!" After saying that, Kissfield put her elbow on Mirad's shoulder, trying to ease the somewhat heavy atmosphere with a grin. "Even if it's a joke, you take it seriously, that's one of your good qualities, Uncle~ I don't hate it."

"Do what you want to do. If it's really the right thing to do, I will support you wholeheartedly."

Whether it's Eugene, Klinschild, or even the girl before him, they may have all made mistakes, but in Mirard's eyes, they are still considered outstanding juniors.

"Ugh... This topic is over! Uncle, I'm getting embarrassed if you keep going... so please don't continue!"

Kieslfield crossed her arms in front of her chest, and every time she moved, her golden twin ponytails behind her head would bounce, releasing the scent of the perfume the girl had carefully chosen.

"Hmph... Quite suspicious..." The short little nun gritted her teeth.

"Ugh…"

The usually composed professor sighed.

"...But...suspicious?"

The little girl, who appeared to be lost, looked puzzled.

Hiolitta and Obora stood on either side of the little girl, watching Kieslfeld and Mirad's mime performance through the semi-transparent shop window.

Each of the three women was holding a Resurrected Saint doll, one of which was clearly being abused as a substitute, being kneaded and molded into various shapes in Siolitta's arms.
"Why is that guy muting his phone?! Does he really not want us to hear what he's saying?! O...Opola, you can read lips, right?! Tell me, tell me, is Lord Mirad flirting with that big-breasted hottie?!"

"Is that busty stunner... Kissfield?"

"Don't listen to it. If you hear too much of this kind of pretentious lamentation, your view of love will collapse and your life will become unhappy."

Before the little girl could even process what was happening, Obora covered her ears with her warm hands, casting a spell of tranquility.

The little girl blinked, glanced at the other newly acquainted girl who was jumping around, and decided to follow Obora's advice.

"What are you trying to do by getting so close! You wretched woman, are you trying to seduce Lord Mirad with those twins! Obora, don't you feel anxious?" Hiolitta grabbed the doll's head and rubbed it against Obora's face, squeezing Baphomet's chubby little face until it was somewhat deformed.

Despite the pressure from the plush toy next to her face, Obora's tone remained calm: "I will not consider such a question until I have atoned for my sins."

"Just escape reality, why make it sound so nice?"

The little girl shivered and instinctively hugged her doll tighter. She couldn't hear the two girls' conversation, but she could sense an unsettling tension.

Obora narrowed her eyes. "...I think they really are having an affair, and they've thoroughly slandered your behavior and figure, while plotting to elope while you're on a shopping spree for Resurrection Saint merchandise. Are you satisfied now?"

With her eyes tightly shut, Hiolitta cried out in anguish, "Ugh... Why are you doing this to me too? All those years of sisterly love and mentorship, did you use them to buy Fool's Day money?!"

"Sigh... Your Highness, haven't you had enough fun?" Perhaps unable to bear Hiolitta's antics any longer, Obora sighed. "I understand that playing the clown is your unique hobby, and I won't comment on it further, while respecting your personal preferences, but..."

"Not enough fun yet?" Hearing this, Hiolitta put away the doll and calmed down a bit. She stared at the ugly, poorly made face for a long time before laughing out loud. "How could I possibly have enough fun? You and I both know that feeling of having your sweetheart so close. The overwhelming happiness is expressed in this way, isn't it?"

"If you're trying to explain in your own words how love turns people into idiots..."

Obora looked out the shop window. Mirad and Kissfield, after chatting for a while, both laughed. Without realizing it, the corners of her own mouth slowly curved into a smile.

"...I'd give it a barely passing 7 out of 10."

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