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

Chapter 52 Alive
In a daze, Kieslfield dreamed of her childhood.

This happened before she was adopted by the old woman's orphanage.

She was a withdrawn child from a young age, and because she had no parents, she was naturally ostracized by the other children in the village.

At first it was pushing and shoving, but later even touching her was considered taboo. It escalated to throwing stones and scattering dirt into her rice bowl. Under the guise of playing hide-and-seek, they would take her to a remote forest and then run away, leaving her all alone.

Just get used to it.

Don't cry. Crying will only make them look down on you more...

The faint sobs could not escape the misty forest.

Large teardrops fell onto the dusty, broken bowl. A pair of small, delicate hands cupped her face and wiped away her tears.

He was a very gentle person, not much older than her.

She couldn't remember what the other person looked like.

She has long, straight black hair and golden eyes.

At that time, the other party must have said something encouraging to me.

Unfortunately, I forgot about it.

Although I can't remember, the hand that led me out of the forest felt very warm.

The only thing she could clearly remember was her own answer to the future.

"I will become a hero! I will make sure no one dares to bully me again! I will become stronger than anyone else, strong enough... strong enough to protect everyone like me!"

……

Is this a revolving lantern? This version of myself will probably die soon.

If I die, won't I be able to protect no one?
What an idiot.

A soft embrace lifted her up, and the wind that swept over her body softened considerably.

In her hazy state of consciousness, she seemed to have returned to that forest from which she could never escape.

But I felt no fear, only warmth, like a cradle.

"Am I a worthy hero?"

Facing the phantom of the black-haired girl, she subconsciously asked a question.

"Yes. You've done a great job. The rest is not your fault."

Oh, that's good.

Shouldn't we be able to rest now?

As Kiesl's body gradually weakened, she could no longer support herself to continue thinking. She chewed on the vague and hazy words of her benefactor for some comfort, no longer resisting the approaching drowsiness and exhaustion, and letting her consciousness sink into the dark lake.

"Hmm! What a perfect and satisfying ending! It's very fitting for Lord Mirad's first great adventure after his resurrection!"

Siolitta stood with her hands on her hips in front of Mirad's bed, spouting nonsense. Her petite Lilim's tail held up a thick book, and she herself was writing something on it.

Mirad took a bite of the fruit that his two juniors, Eugene and Klinshid, had brought as a token of their appreciation. Considering that Hiolitta had indeed protected Elcia from the aftermath of the battle, he refrained from asking questions such as, "How much of this you were planning behind the scenes?"

"How is Kieslfield doing now?"

"They're providing luxurious rooms, good food and drink—absolutely wonderful, a case of being under house arrest. After all, she's one of the dangerous elements intending to start a war. But with the old priestess going to the underworld for atonement, it seems she's the only one in the delegation who can make decisions. The rest of the group are now packing their valuables and making a run for it."

Hiolitta leaped to sit beside him, her fingers tracing the newly grown skin, her lewd gaze undisguised.

He wasn't unscathed from his match against Kieslfield; his clothes were so hot from the heat that they were stuck to his skin, and it took him a long time to separate them before he used the Miracle of Healing to heal his body, which had hardly any healthy flesh left.

There is a miracle of recovery; physical injuries can be healed.

But the mental strain is even more difficult to deal with, especially since it took such a short time to simulate the opponent's absorption magic... Without understanding the specific principles and only having the general shape of the patterns, Mirad himself found it hard to determine whether what he had simulated was absorption magic or a new magic with the effect of absorption magic.

However, if she can be put to use, there shouldn't be any problem. "It seems the royal family is preparing for a second round of negotiations with Rescadeye. The old priestess's affair has reportedly been classified as defection and unauthorized action, and they themselves are unaware that our busty, hot heroine wanted to seduce the upper echelons of Rescadeye. Those old men are probably now wondering if it's worth paying a hefty price to ransom her back."

Mirad slowly sat up in bed. Having rested for half a day, his bodily functions had almost fully recovered.
"Her strength was already quite good before the magic furnace was connected. She should be one of the top heroes in the country of Rescadeer. Even if the people there felt it was not worth it, they would not let her stay in Visergran."

"So she'll most likely be taken back as a hostage after all. The Visergran royal family got a real bargain. Rescateyer didn't use the death of a priest as an excuse to start a war, probably because not many people cared about that old priestess anyway? Oh, by the way, the king really wants to see you?"

Hiolitta opened the window, dispelling the soundproofing magic and letting the deafening noise from downstairs into the room.

"The residents are all eager to see what the famous resurrection saint looks like!"

As the window opened, the cheers and shouts grew louder, causing Mirand to pause in his fruit-eating spree.

I see. No wonder Rescatier didn't make a move.

Yesterday, the traces of their battle were visible in the sky when you looked up, coupled with the letter that may have finally reached the abbess of the monastery in the Holy Land, and the intentional or unintentional spread of news about myself in Elcia…

It's perfectly normal to be misunderstood as someone who would endorse Visegrand.

"Is this your purpose? To spread the news of my awakening throughout the continent?"

Mirad looked at the undisputed culprit, who returned an innocent smile.
"Well, a little bit. Anyway, it was bound to happen sooner or later. It just helped spread the news of Lord Mirad's resurrection a little more."

That's not what I meant.

Mirad narrowed his eyes. Lilim in front of him started to play dumb again. In this situation, it would probably be useless for him to invoke his status as a saint to make demands on this fanatical fan.

Hiolitta's goal has always been to subtly and overtly hint at clues to him, guiding him step by step to where he is now.

He still couldn't figure it out.

"Alright, alright, I confess! Actually, the reason I wore the nurse's white stockings outfit today was to get Lord Mirad to notice me more, you know? But who told you to be so clueless? The plan failed!"

Hiolitta rested her chin on her hand, looking distressed.

White flat shoes dangled from the tips of her toes, which were wrapped in a strange, thin fabric, swaying with her movements.

So that strange uniform she was wearing was a nurse's uniform, Mirand thought.

Standing by the window, he gazed at the city, which was bustling to an excessive degree. Despite yesterday's farce, which had stained the sky with an apocalyptic hue, the residents did not seem to feel anxious or fearful. Instead, they continued to do what they were supposed to do, full of enthusiasm and hope for life.

The expo continued as scheduled, and preparations for the May Day festival were in full swing, as if everything from yesterday was just a dream.

Surrounded by flowers and ribbons, the golden-haired saint finally appeared.

His figure appeared in the window frame, and after a brief silence, the residents erupted in thunderous cheers, successfully shaking the body of the saint who had not retreated even when facing the demon king.

"Have you truly felt your own popularity, Lord Mirad?"

Hiolitta, never one to shy away from a good show, chuckled and teased.

"……Um."

It seems I'll have to consult Klinshid about disguise magic when I travel in the future.

Waving to the residents downstairs, Mirand caught the fruits, vegetables, flowers, and desserts they threw up, and the cheers from the crowd grew even louder.

People are not unaware that what happened yesterday could destroy their lives.

But the sun still rises as usual today.

So the baker wiped the dust off the workbench, children chased after a ball that rolled over the rubble, an old woman selling flowers pinned a newly blooming white chrysanthemum to the dusty window frame, students said goodbye to their friends and packed their bags to return to their long-lost hometowns, and pilgrims who had heard of the saint's resurrection carefully selected gifts.

There was no weeping or constant anxiety.

Laughing, shouting, calmly, stubbornly.

Alive.

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