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

Chapter 59 Baphomet (Part 2)
When Mirad entered Obola's room, he confirmed that there were no strangely shaped candles of mysterious materials that Baphomet would typically carry, nor were there any magic circles drawn on the floor using the blood of various creatures.

It was just a simple teacher's room, so simple that it could be described as shabby.

His desk was piled high with papers and materials, an unknown plant sat by the window, and the dust in the kitchen was as thick as one of his finger joints.

Under the warm yellow light, Ebola's small house actually looked quite cozy.

Mirad looked at Obora. She had changed into another onesie, a black goat-the-back set. Her long, clean hair was tied back in a ponytail. She spoke in a muffled voice, "Accepting anger, becoming a punching bag... does that help you?"

“Yes, at least I know that when I see her again and tell her the truth, I need to be prepared to fight again,” Mirad sighed, rubbing his forehead. “Turning humans into monsters… at least in the past, I’ve never heard of such a possibility.”

She pulled up a low stool and sat down. With her head down, she whispered, "Haven't there been cases before where corpses were dug up and turned into zombies..."

“That doesn’t count. Wait a minute, in your team of… new types of monsters, are there zombies too?” Mirad was taken aback. “Zombies are corpses that have lost their souls, so where does their consciousness come from?”

“The vast majority of zombies in the new millennium still retain their souls from their previous lives. In extremely rare cases, if the soul leaves the body to go through reincarnation… the body determines consciousness. The body stores memories from its previous life, which gradually return with the union with its husband. Rather than saying that human corpses are affected by magic and act… it’s more accurate to say that human corpses have become new life forms called ‘zombies.’” Obora pulled open the collar of her nightgown, allowing Mirad to see the hideous scar on her neck. “Essentially, I am the same kind of zombie as the zombies of the new millennium. I wasn’t transformed while alive, but rather, my corpses, long since returned to dust, and my wandering souls, were tainted by the Demon King’s magic, thus… becoming undead monsters.”

"The soul can also store memories. In other words, if the soul and body fail to unite, the ghost and the corpse will each become a monster, and in the end, there will be two monsters with the same memories?"

The idea that the body can bear a portion of memories has been proposed for thousands of years, but it was never mainstream because it couldn't be verified by conventional means and gradually faded into the annals of history. That it can now be confirmed by Obora is indeed an unexpected bonus.

Seemingly entering a lecturing mode, Obora straightened her chest and spoke clearly, "Although rare... there are indeed such examples. Their bodies and souls became zombies and ghosts respectively, and because their personalities and memories were exactly the same, they all ended up finding the same husband."

"A very interesting fact. So, will Kissfield's monsterization affect her memories and personality?"

Mirad and Opola's eyes met. It was late at night, and even Opola's usually calm eyes now held a hint of weariness. Baphomet forced himself to stay awake and slowly began to speak, "...It depends. Monsterification usually doesn't affect memories. Unless it's a life experience that's enough to cause psychological trauma and that the person is eager to erase from their mind as if it never happened. In that case, similar experiences will indeed fade away gradually."

"And what about personality?"

“Monsterization doesn’t change a person’s personality, but it makes girls confront their repressed desires, break free from the barriers imposed on them by religious rules or society, and embrace their true selves.” She paused for a moment, looking for relevant examples. “If a girl who was strict with rules but yearned to be loved before monsterization… she would become quite bold in this regard after monsterization, and would become the version of herself she aspired to be, embracing love and desire.”

"You know I won't accept your theory wholesale."

Staring at the petite professor, dressed in adorable pajamas but still fully engaged in conversation, head held high and chest puffed out, Mirand found it hard to reconcile her with the girl who had been clinging to his lap earlier, or with the ferocious monster he had seen earlier. "I hope this isn't just another of your manipulative pronouncements."

"I'm satisfied that it can serve as your reference."

Trust is not built overnight, especially between two people who have fought on the battlefield and whose positions are completely opposite.

Obora hadn't expected to gain the other party's forgiveness immediately. Rather, sitting in her little house chatting like this was the most peaceful scene she could imagine.

...Except for burying her face between his legs before, that was beyond her capabilities. Doing something like following the clues once had already exhausted her courage.

However, the other person seemed to take it as a form of coquetry. Out of Mirad's sight, Obora's toes were chattering... she was making a very difficult decision.

"Anyway, I'll try to tell Kissfield about her turning into a monster tomorrow." Mirad stood up, preparing to leave.

This trip at least showed that demonization did not affect Kiesfield's memories or personality.

Such a carefree child probably wouldn't have to give up too many memories... right?

“Oh…right.” Obora suddenly tugged at his sleeve, her voice so soft it was almost inaudible in the breeze.

Mirad turned around and looked down at Baphomet, whose face was flushed and who was constantly rubbing the scar on his neck. "What's wrong?"

"If there's another chance next time..."

Opola carefully chose her words, while Mirad was completely bewildered. They had almost finished discussing the matter; was she implying that there would be another opportunity to talk about it next time?
"Could you pinch me a little tighter?"

It seems like a rather embarrassing request... and it really is.

Knowing her transgression and madness, but with an irresistible, gentle violence choking her, when Mirad's warm palm touched the scars that were as sensitive as newborn skin, Obora knew that she would find it difficult to shake off this feeling for the rest of her life.

That's... a sense of security.

It was like finding a small safe house amidst the relentless pursuit of guilt and remorse, allowing her to catch her breath, rest for a while, and then continue living in agony.

The young professor didn't dare to look up at the powerful man, because even without looking, he knew the man must be feeling complicated, and his eyes might even be filled with disgust and disdain.

Mirad did indeed frown. Was this also a way of showing loyalty and yielding...?
He knew that dogs would expose their bellies to someone they trusted as a symbol of submission. Did Obora's statement mean she fully supported his surveillance and scrutiny, hoping to gain his trust?

If that's the case, it's not necessarily a bad thing. At most, it would just require frequent use of the laundry cleansing spell.

"Will this make you behave?"

…He agreed? Oprah's pupils dilated, as if afraid Mirad would change his mind, and she nodded hastily, her ponytail trembling.

"Ah."

Is once a day a bit too frequent? Then once a week, no, once every three days…

"...I will try my best to satisfy you, but don't follow Siolitta's example in other areas."

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