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

Chapter 68 Staying Overnight (Part 1)

"Uncle, what's wrong with you...?"

Inside the luxurious cage, Kieslfeld sat on the bed with her legs crossed.

She had been back here for a while after her brief prison break, and the red marks on her face had not yet faded. The drowsiness and confusion after her afternoon nap had completely disappeared, replaced by a different kind of bewilderment.

...To be honest, seeing this view would instantly wake even the most nap-loving person.

"Set up a tent."

Mirad looked up as if it were the most natural thing in the world, but his hands kept moving. In the blink of an eye, the tent was already taking shape on the carpet of this luxurious cage, looking completely out of place. "I told you I would stay with you, so you wouldn't do anything foolish."

"Hmm... Ah? Oh... Eh? Is that what you mean? Uncle, are you going to stay here until I can fully accept the fact that I've become a monster? This, this isn't... same... same..."

She covered her mouth and swallowed her words, glancing at the stockings and other underwear scattered on the ground.

…These were all clothes she had changed out of and hadn't had time to wash yet.

Just as the man's attention was about to shift to them, she coughed lightly, drawing Mirand's attention.

"Uncle... if you move in, won't that short little nun have any objections? Have you figured out how to appease her?"

Mirad paused, her tone uncertain, "...She shouldn't be angry, right?"

Taking advantage of the other party's hesitation, Kissfield quickly gathered the dirty clothes into a ball and rolled them into the laundry basket.

The uncle didn't seem to notice.

She glanced at Mirad, who was still deep in thought, and breathed a sigh of relief.

She didn't care much when the older man saw her before, but now she's using magic because of this.

Realizing the change in her mindset, Kieslfield felt conflicted.

“I will explain to her later that your situation is more important now.”

Mirad remained calm, pulling a writhing white silk fabric from under the tent. It seemed to be pulled by some force, trying to escape Mirad's grasp, and plunged headfirst into the laundry basket.

"And your clothes, I don't really want to lecture you, but it would be better to tidy them up, wouldn't it? A dirty and messy environment is prone to breeding demonic insects..."

Kiesl's relieved expression froze on her face.

at the same time.

"I'm a little angry! Not only is he hooking up with other women, but now he's going to live with another woman behind my back! Obora, you be the judge, what kind of nonsense is this?!"

Hiolitta was indignant, her cheeks puffed up like a bloated pufferfish.

"..."

Obora remained silent, simply taking inventory of her stock of potions.

Bottle after bottle jingled and jingled as she arranged precious potions in a gold-bodied, red-ribboned gift box as if they were free.

"Two bottles of tentacle potion, three bottles of beast transformation potion, and seven bottles of clone potion... Why did you even put your special baby-rejuvenating potion in there, Opola? What are you doing? Why did you put so many potions in this gift box...? What kind of gift is this?"

Hiolitta grabbed Opola's wrist, chuckling awkwardly, hoping to get an unexpected answer from the silent Baphomet. "A gift to congratulate Milad on his housewarming."

Obola remained expressionless, and with her other hand, she grabbed a few oddly shaped mushrooms from her personal space and put them into the gift box.

"Haha, so it's to congratulate Lord Mirad on his housewarming. I thought it was..."

Halfway through her sentence, Hiolitta pursed her lips, closed her eyes, and her eyebrows furrowed tightly. "What a joke, you bastard! This is clearly a gift to congratulate newlyweds, isn't it? Don't be willing to play a supporting role just because Kissfield is your object of atonement, you masochistic goat bba!"

Hiolitta was making a huge fuss like a little child.

Seeing this, Obora had no choice but to stand on tiptoe, stretch out her arms, lean back, and raise the potion in her hand, narrowly missing Hyolitta, who was trying to reach the potion to stop her.

"How much longer are you going to play the role of a 'naive, heartbroken girl who has failed in love'? After a while, I'm starting to suspect that Your Highness actually really enjoys this feeling."

"Because it really feels good, right? When others like the things you like, they naturally think, 'You have good taste,' right? Can you understand this sense of shared happiness, Oprah?"

Siolitta chuckled as she pulled herself back, picking out a vial of potions. The crimson liquid swirled within, radiating a slight warmth.
"Wow, the highest quality beast-transforming medicine. I guess it turns you into a wolf. If I were you, I'd change it to a large dog, which would suit Lord Mirad much better. But are you so sure they'll go that far? Or are you, Obora, hoping that Lord Mirad and Miss Kissfield will reach that point?"

"It's perfectly normal for a man and a woman to have such thoughts when they are alone in a room, especially since Kiesl is still in a state of imminent monster transformation."

After taking the potion from Hyolitta's hand, Obora pondered for a moment before replacing it with another potion that looked almost identical.

"Eh... Is that so? Alright~ I was originally planning to take you, Opola, to observe this up close tonight, but since it's not your own expectation, but rather a prediction based on the laws of magic and physics... then forget it! You should just stay in your room and grade your students' papers."

With a devilish smile on her lips, Hiolitta pinched Obora's cheek.

Her soft face was stretched into a lump of mud, revealing her gums and silver teeth.

Opola, surprisingly, did not offer much resistance, only looking at Hyolitta with a helpless expression.

"Your Highness, are you still in the play? Are you unwilling or envious? If you want to participate, then go ahead, or are you going to continue with your... absurd plan?"

"How is that unreliable? I think it's pretty cool."

Releasing her grip, Hyolitta lost her earlier aggressive demeanor and mumbled, "I'm not getting involved. Miss Kissfield may seem like a hot girl on the surface, but she's actually quite conservative inside, and Lord Mirard is a blockhead who won't listen to reason... or pretends to be a blockhead. Nothing will happen between them tonight."

"So sure?"

When asked, Eborah waved her hand and disappeared the gift box into her personal space.

The potion and gift box were originally just a little prank to tease my hesitant little apprentice and make her make a choice. Now that Hyolita has made her decision, there's no need to keep pretending.

"Definitely. And I'm also certain that Lady Mirad is essentially a complete carnivore; if it really came to that, Miss Kissfield probably wouldn't last three days. Hmm... but if you really want to admit, the conservative Miss Kissfield has quite a bit of potential..."

Before Hiolitta could finish speaking, Obora said calmly but firmly, "I've agreed to help with your plan."

"Wow, how come it's so sudden, my dear teacher? Didn't you say before that this plan was too unreliable and too long-winded?"

After ruffling Hiolitta's neatly styled silver-white hair, Obora gave a barely perceptible smile.

"My apprentice wants to slow down and enjoy the scenery along the way. As his teacher, how could I refuse? Go ahead and invite him; I'll take care of the desired outcome... Don't tell me you can't even manage the first step of getting him to come out?"

"Of course I can! I still have one more chance to order Lord Mirad to do anything... I traded precious information for that!"

Seemingly remembering something, Siolitta gave a mischievous laugh.
"It's perfect for this kind of thing."

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