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

Chapter 60 A Perfect Day for a Prison Break (1)

The next morning, in Kieslfield's cell.

Having learned from her previous experience, Kieslfield developed the good habit of wearing clothes even when she was under house arrest and no one was watching her.

Several new pieces of clothing were delivered today.

Vesegram's side basically just threw her original clothes into the cell using a transfer magic circle, and it's safe to assume they didn't do much checking of the clothes.

After all, she managed to find the servant's letter and candy in the lining of her clothes today... She really had to thank Visergran for being so lenient.

Peeling off the candy coating, she popped the hard candy into her mouth and crunched away. Kissesfield unfolded the letter and read it slowly, treasuring each of the few lines as if they were precious treasures.

The attendant was the illegitimate daughter of a minor nobleman; she had no name and could not be addressed by her surname.

She did want to give the little attendant a name, but the stubborn little girl insisted on finding a suitable one herself from books. As a result, the huge books she had read at a young age were taller than herself, but she still hadn't found a name for herself.

The letter contains only a few lines of text, but the information it conveys is substantial.

The mission was on the verge of disbanding. Without the old woman and her, there were not many people left to talk to. The Rescuet side labeled the old woman as a defector, so these people naturally wanted to run away before the spies and assassins arrived.

And that little attendant...she wanted to stay in Elcia.

If it were possible to avoid returning to Rescadeer, Kissfield would naturally raise both hands and feet in support.

But no matter how mature and steady the young attendant is, he is still a child after all. His writing is filled with innocent dreams of the future, without ever thinking about the various difficulties he has to overcome.

If caught by secret agents…

Unconsciously, Kissfield crumpled the letter, and crumbs of hard candy floated between her tongue and teeth, but she didn't taste any sweetness.

My strength and magic have almost been restored.

Should we sneak out?
Kieslfield looked out at the window, which was only the size of a human face.

The cell's defensive magic was naturally beyond her capabilities; it could be easily breached. What bound her wasn't the cell itself, but her promise to the old man. They had agreed to change Rescadeer together, and she couldn't escape and disappoint him.

…Count to three hundred.

If the uncle doesn't come looking for her within three hundred steps, she'll quietly escape and find a hiding place and job for the little servant... that magic academy would be good.

If the older man comes... that would be perfect, he'd probably agree to help with this small favor.

Three hundred, two hundred and ninety-nine...

"Kieslfield".

A male voice interrupted Kieslfield's silent recitation.

Mirad's golden head popped out of the floor, and he seemed to have learned his lesson... this time he floated up with his eyes closed.

"Wow, uncle, can't you come up with a different way... And why do you always appear at such a coincidence? Do you have a sensory array in my heart? Uncle, are you trying to peek into my thoughts?"

Her tongue was coated with all the melted, half-melted, and unmelted sugar crumbs, the sweetness from the sugar seeping into her taste buds. Kissfield couldn't help but laugh out loud, "I was thinking I'd escape if you hadn't come today, Uncle."

"...Then I'm so glad I came today."

Having been given ample time to react, Mirand opened his eyes, and sure enough, Kissfield was not naked. Today she was wearing a black sheer stand-up collar blouse and leather culottes with metal chains hanging from her bottom.

Judging from the exposed section of her calf, Kieslfield was probably still wearing those strange, thin stockings that were so thin they were almost see-through.

"How is it? Looks good, uncle?"

She stood up and spun around, her pigtails swinging back and forth.

"...I still don't understand the evolution of clothing over the past thousand years." Especially those strange socks.

From Siolitta to Obora to Kieslfeld, they all seemed to enjoy wearing them.

Mirand also acknowledged that this fabric, which covers the entire leg, effectively accentuates a woman's slender figure and is quite pleasing to the eye.

But he couldn't understand how this thing had developed to this point. Even historical records didn't mention it much. It was as if these socks had become popular all over the continent overnight. The opposition from the Church of God gradually disappeared as nobles couldn't help but wear them and the trend spread throughout society. Now, it seemed that even nuns were starting to wear white socks to show their purity.

Is it really possible to do something like this in a thousand years...?

"Don't suddenly say things that make you look older, it makes you look old." Scratching her cheek, Kissfield muttered, "...And I always feel like you're bothered by some meaningless things."

Giving up on the sock issue, Mirall said, "I hope so. Kissfield, what are you planning to do after escaping from prison?"

“I helped that little attendant settle in Elcia, you’ve met her before, sir.” Kissfield handed the attendant’s letter to Mirard, leaning closer to him in a fawning tone, almost bowing. “But, sir, now that you’re here, I guess I won’t have to escape from prison anymore. Please do me a favor, sir. You wouldn’t want to see such an obedient, sensible, and clever girl caught by spies and sent back to Lescateer for torture, would you? I know their methods, you know, the little girl can’t withstand it…”

After reading the letter, Mirad nodded. "Alright, you'll escape from prison today and leave with me. I also have something I want to tell you."

He was prepared.

Opola said that most of the heroes of Rescade suffer from mental illness and need counseling from psychologists.

Although Kieslfield appears optimistic and enthusiastic, her strong self-destructive urges... don't seem like a mentally healthy person.

If Obora had followed her plan and been blunt, Kissfield might have been driven to extremes by suddenly receiving such cruel news. But if she had known it in a relaxed and cheerful mood… the outcome might have been different.

So, after careful consideration, a simple plan slowly took shape.

That is……

"Lord Milad's date plan with the lewd and shameless big-breasted hot hero who sneaked out!"

Siolitta stood in the dark room where only the two of them were, constantly patting the long writing board behind her that was emitting light. For some reason, the lenses on her glasses were glowing, obscuring her vision.

“Opora! Although I am very curious about who gave Lord Mirad the courage and idea to do this, I think now is the time for us to put aside our past grudges!”

Sitting in the audience, Eborah remained silent and quietly looked away.

Hiolitta laughed. "Ugh... I really wanted to refuse this ridiculous plan too! But when Lord Mirad was telling me about it, his eyes shone with humanity! How wonderful and irresistible! In that case, I should fully support it, right? Teacher Obora, who secretly met with Lord Mirad behind my back last night?"

"Ah, um, yes... I support it."

Obora nervously raised her collar a little higher.

Smiling, revealing a mouthful of white teeth, Hiolitta gave a thumbs up. "Well said! You Baphomet with a hickey around your neck, you truly are a thousand-year-old goat! This is Lord Mirad's first date with another girl, and I'm quite worried, you know? You should... know what to do."

"...Create a small incident to help them get closer?"

"You got it right!"

Stepping off the podium, Hiolitta lifted Opola's chin, revealing the scar that the latter had tried so hard to cover.

A reddish mark resembling a hand, standing out starkly against the surrounding fair skin.

Placing her hand on Obora's neck, Hiolitta carefully adjusted the angle so that her small palm could align with the large palm print.

"Before that, my dear teacher Obora, could you tell me what happened between you and Lord Milad yesterday?"

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