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

Chapter 42 Agricultural Exposition (2)

The next day.

The orchestral music in the city had been playing non-stop since dawn, and the residents were eager to leave their homes to witness the so-called first agricultural exposition.

Eugene and Klinshead left the hotel early in the morning and joined the endless stream of people on the street.

They said they've found a mole within the Visegrain Church who betrayed them, and they're going to catch him red-handed while the crowds are surging today.

Meanwhile, on Mirad's side... Siolitta, quite unusually, stayed in bed.

Lilim was still groggy and sleepy when Mirard pulled her out of bed. Her long, slender tail coiled around Mirard's arm, its touch warm.

Upon seeing the man before her clearly, she revealed a dazed yet lewd smile, "Lord Mirad's arms are so thick... Am I still dreaming? Hehehe... Eewoo...!"

Mirad mercilessly pinched the heart-shaped part at the end of the tail. He remembered very well that this part was the monster's weak point.

Even the slightest touch would make her blush; this level of stimulation should be enough to wake Siolitta from her sleep.

Sure enough, Hiolitta, whose weak point had been attacked, opened her eyes wide instantly, uttering incoherent words, her fair toes tensing along with her slender body, forming a smooth straight line with her calves.

…That doesn’t seem right.

He glanced at the bedding beneath her, his nose twitched, and Mirad's expression immediately turned ugly.

He shouldn't have any unnecessary expectations about the monster's weaknesses.

"Lord Mirad..." After the morning's commotion, Siolitta seemed to have calmed down considerably, keeping her head down and obediently following behind Mirad the whole way, until now.

"Hmm?" Hyolitta suddenly became quiet, while Mirad felt somewhat at a loss, as if the beast he had been wary of had put up a sign saying that he was going to church today.

“I’ve always been willing. But you probably don’t know the meaning behind your actions, do you?” Tilting her head, the nun-dressed Siolitta was dignified and gentle. “...But next time, could you please be a little gentler when you wake me up?”

"…it is good."

"Pfft... Lady Mirad is quite delicious too. However, if you want my forgiveness, you'll have to ask Obora for my doll back!"

"it is good."

“No, no, no, forget it. If you’re willing to stay by my side, then I’ll… um? Lady Mirad, what did you just say?” The usually eloquent Siolitta stopped talking, her lips slightly parted, her watery crimson eyes unblinking.

"I said okay. If having a toy can make you less noisy."

"Yay! I knew you were the best, Lord Mirad!"

"Please come this way. Tourists and residents, please do not linger or cut in line to avoid causing congestion..."

The bustling crowd was lined up in several rows. The square where the exhibition was located should not have been able to accommodate so many people... but the guards at the entrance and the promotional staff disguised as monsters were still letting people in one after another.

Mirad frowned; this situation could easily cause a stampede. "Siolitta..."

"Hmm? Your all-knowing tour guide is on standby~ Is there anything you don't understand, Mr. Antiques~" Waving a small triangular flag just like a tour guide, Hiolitta seemed to have completely forgotten her embarrassing morning and was immersed in her role-playing game.

"...Spatial expansion?"

Sensing a flow of magic, Mirad recognized the spell... He had experienced it before in the mass-produced tent in Siolitta.

But to cast such magic on an entire square... is unheard of.

"It's all thanks to Miss Obora. Oh dear, living for thousands of years has its advantages, this level of magic is nothing to her. Lord Mirad, don't underestimate that goat!" She took Mirad's hand and in a flash, they were already inside the venue.

Compared to yesterday's rather simple venue, which consisted only of tents and pretty girls, it's a complete transformation.

The most noticeable change is the giant stage that has appeared in the center, where a group of glamorous dancers are bowing to take their bows, their legs straight and powerful beneath their pure white tulle skirts.

That must be where the king and other representatives would give their speeches…

A slightly cold, crisp voice came from behind, "If it weren't for the last sentence, I could have taken it as a rare instance of flattery from Her Highness the Princess." It was Obora.

She wore a loose, plain-colored robe made of undyed, simple linen that draped naturally, creating smooth folds.

The entire robe was cleverly cut from a single piece of fabric and secured to the right shoulder with a brass ring shaped like a rice stalk.

As she moved, the ivory-white transparent gauze that covered her plump legs was faintly visible, and you could even see the dark golden vine patterns on the surface.

…Incongruous with her classical attire, she was holding a bottle of milk and slowly sipping it through her mouth with a reed stem.

It's clear that the designer wanted to emphasize her authority as the head of the agricultural cooperative rather than make her look cute, but unfortunately, her posture paired with this outfit is like a child secretly wearing her mother's high heels, resulting in a mismatched look.

Noticing Obora's gaze, Mirad nodded, taking it as a greeting. Receiving a response, Obora looked away, continuing to stare with a lifeless gaze at the clearly eager Siolitta.

"It's... ordinary milk! You actually drink this kind of thing? That's as rare as a flat-chested Herta, Miss Obora of Sabas. There are obviously more convenient things, aren't there?" Hiolita bent down slightly, making her vision level with Obora's. "Could it be, could it be, could it be...! You've been provoked?"

"It's just for product promotion. I was originally going to wear a cow costume, but unfortunately, they didn't have my size."

If you use magic cutting, it should be very simple.

Mirad looked at the tall girls in black and white outfits not far away, and without exception, they all had figures that perfectly suited the outfits.

If Obola wore that outfit, she would indeed be just as conspicuous as the flat-chested Hoostaurus.

…She seems to be someone who doesn't want to cause trouble or attract attention.

Hiolitta proudly puffed out her chest. "By the way, I haven't relied on milk to promote my development since I was ten years old."

“Ah, yes. I’ve seen the consequences. But Your Highness, you are still young, and your future prospects are undoubtedly vast…” Opola paused for half a second, “Have you considered joining our Sabas Order?”

"Milk has negligible effect on monsters," Mirad thought back, perhaps the milk from the Hostauros they mentioned was more effective.

"No, why are you joining in, Lord Mirad? I learned the Enrichment Magic when I was ten! So I don't need it!"

Obora clapped her hands expressionlessly. "Truly amazing, a magical genius."

"sharp."

Enrichment magic is, as the name suggests, magic. Its opposite is rejuvenation magic… whose effects are naturally the opposite of enrichment magic.

If it's possible to change one's physical age... what exactly is the underlying principle?

I'd really like to witness it in person if I had the chance.

Mirad was intrigued and unconsciously started clapping as well.

"Um... Obora, could you please return the doll to Hyolitta?"

Obora took the doll out of her spatial storage and tossed it to Siolitta. "Heh."

"Waaaaah...!"

Hiolitta hugged her recovered plush toy tightly.

Her gaze shifted back and forth between the doll and Mirad. Finally, like Obora, she put the doll into her spatial storage and took Mirad's slightly stiff hand again. The latter looked away and did not resist.

"...Ha. Have fun, I have a speech to give later, so I'll have to take my leave."

Obola chuckled as she took in Hiolitta's subtle actions.

With a real person by your side, you really don't need a doll.

Then the doll only has collectible value.

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