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

Chapter 55 Juniors and Seniors (Part 2)
Who? A love story?

That little girl, Rielmeyer? And him?
If Rielmegel heard this, an arrow might grazed Kieslfeld's face in the next second.

"I think there might be some misunderstanding. When I handed the Holy Sword to him, the elf was only in his forties, which is equivalent to a child in human years,"

Speaking of his childhood, a few days ago, Mirad was amazed after hearing Hiolitta explain what the doctrines of the Sabasid Order were.

To promote the wonders of this place, or to satisfy men's fondness for petite figures... the monsters of the Sabas Order prefer the other extreme in terms of body type, rather than tall and voluptuous.

He never imagined that such a principle existed in the world, and his gaze toward Obora became strange. Even her startling words that day now had a theoretical basis.

"So... the love stories you know are undoubtedly embellished and added by later generations."

Mirad fell into deep thought.

However, he truly had no idea how Rielmegel had fared after his death, or where the holy sword she carried was now. His several resurrections after giving her the sword all occurred during times of intense battle, leaving him no opportunity to find her.

As for learning about her life through written records... Elves had very little contact with humans, and history books are vague about it. However, no matter how long an elf like Riel Megel lived, after a thousand years, she must have turned into dust... I can only hope that her descendants still have that sword and remember their promise to her.

"That's not how it's written in the novel... Oh well, if it's not like that, then it's not like that. You're the one who experienced it, so you decide."

Kissfield's enthusiasm didn't wane; on the contrary, it intensified because the person in question was right in front of her. "Speaking of which, since it wasn't a token of love, why did you give the Holy Sword to that elf...little girl back then, uncle?"

"The blood of the evil dragon we were to slay was highly poisonous and could corrode all weapons, including the divinely bestowed holy sword. The elf insisted on going with me to the bottom of the pit to kill the evil dragon, so in order to protect her, I had to entrust her with the important task of keeping the sword and taking it with me."

Mirad's gentle magic swept lightly over Kieslfield's body. The warmth that spread from her wrist throughout her body made her squint her eyes in pleasure.

Just like taking a hot bath, the uncle's technique is pretty good.

"I think I understand. What's next...?"

Mirallard thought that there was indeed nothing wrong with any part of Kissfield's body, just as she herself had said.

The magic seemed to be consciously protecting Kissfield's body... The next part to be examined is the heart.

"The evil dragon was successfully defeated. However, his body, pushed to its limits, could not withstand the corrosive effects of the poisonous blood, and he died."

"Um...! So, Uncle, who was the person you mentioned before, the one you liked but who is no longer here...?"

Mirad paused for a moment, "...It was a girl from the group. She stayed in the palace in Creteia."

The Kingdom of Cretia... an ancient kingdom that has been destroyed, the uncle's hometown, which is now the White Wasteland.

Kissfield belatedly realized how rude her question was, but since the old man had answered, it meant he probably didn't care that much... right?

"I'm sorry, sir."

"More than 1,300 years have passed, I've long since let it go."

Kissfield blinked, thinking to herself, "Only a fool would believe that. Uncle, the widower smell you gave off when you mentioned that girl was so overpowering it was almost irritating. How could you possibly hide the mix of nostalgia, regret, sorrow, hatred, and love in your eyes, which was like a color palette? You're probably just pretending not to care right now, but inside you're crying."

She suddenly realized that the man in front of her wasn't so all-powerful after all. He was just a mortal with feelings and desires, not the perfect saint that the Church of God had always promoted. He would miss his past lovers, and he would pretend to let go but actually care terribly. A casual question from a junior would immerse him in memories he couldn't pull himself out of.

As expected, an old man is still an old man. Regardless of whether he is a saint or not, he is just a tired and rigid old man.

"The check is complete. There shouldn't be any problems in the short term... even though it received such a huge amount of magic power."

As he released Kissfield's hand, Mirad didn't notice the slightly pitying look in her eyes; he was simply curious about Kissfield's current physical condition.

She shouldn't have lived more than three months. That was Kissfield's own prediction, and that was Mirard's as well. But now she's alive and kicking, able to fight Mirard for another three hundred rounds without being at a disadvantage.

His intuition told him that Hiolitta must know something, but if he asked why she hadn't told him sooner, he would probably only get answers like, "You didn't ask me before, dear Lord Mirad?"

That Lilim has been getting more and more outrageous lately.

"So it seems my life is indeed safe? Pretty cool."

Kieslfield's gaze shifted from the middle-aged man to the dressing mirror beside her.

Although she feels good about the older man now and is familiar with him, isn't it unhealthy to continue like this?
The pent-up resentment of a widower for thousands of years... that sounds terrifying.

Even a dating expert like Kieslowski has heard that the way to get over a previous relationship is to start a new one.

I feel so sorry for Uncle Mirad's deceased lover from a thousand years ago, but she probably wouldn't want to see Uncle Mirad now wallowing in the past! How lame!
Having made her decision, Kissfield wore a broad smile.

"Oh, the timing is perfect! Uncle, would you like me to tidy you up and dress you up? Seeing yourself looking refreshed in the mirror will definitely lift your spirits, you know?"

The first step is to start by attracting the attention of other girls.

If you look closely, the uncle was probably only in his early twenties when he was granted the blessing of resurrection, and his physical age is fixed at that time. However, the marks that time has left on his soul have made some of his behaviors look too old! That's probably why he's not popular with girls, right?

"I'm not in a bad mood."

Mirad felt somewhat bewildered. He had just learned that his junior would not die young, and he was overjoyed. Why was he in a bad mood?

But... seeing Kissfield's eager and excited expression, Mirad's heart softened.

This child is ultimately thinking of herself, so let's not spoil her fun.

After thinking for a moment, he nodded in agreement.

"As you wish."

……

So, two hours later, Mirad was finally freed from in front of the dressing mirror.

Glancing at herself in the mirror, her aura could be described as sharp and edgy. Even every single strand of her hair was meticulously styled, ensuring it was in its proper place.

Mirad was certain that even if he stood in front of his old friend like this, the friend still wouldn't recognize him.

"Wow... the effect is amazing, uncle! This is what youthful handsomeness should look like for your age!"

Leaning against Mirad's back, Kissfield used her two index fingers to pull up his lips, revealing a perfect eight-tooth smile in the mirror.

"Alright! Go out and walk around with this face! I guarantee no one will recognize you as the Resurrected Saint. Don't be bound by your identity (go pursue your love life), good luck, uncle!"

……

By the way.

Ultimately, not wanting to attract attention, Mirad chose to use rock-shaping magic to return from underground to the house provided by the royal family where he was temporarily residing.

And, after seeing his face, a certain Lilim stretched out her legs and lay on the ground with a satisfied look on her face, her hands clasped together as if her wish had been fulfilled and she was about to ascend to heaven, a scene that was well recorded by a Baphomet who was equally shocked.

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