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

Chapter 7 Walter's Territory
Out of curiosity about the new crop that Visena had touted as miraculous, and also because the camp was only half a day's journey from the manor in Walter Territory, Mirad simply slowed down his pace and followed the two officials a few kilometers behind without being detected.

The current King of Visegrain's ambition is considerable, as he is willing to cut taxes to promote new crops and bypass the church by appointing his own officials to personally promote them in rural areas.

In the Kingdom of Visegrain, which was under the jurisdiction of the church, the landowners who owned the most land were naturally the local Catholic Church.

The manors centered around monasteries occupied most of the fertile land, while the rest was divided among lords of varying sizes, leaving free people with only a small amount of land. Through their control of food, coupled with the strategic force of heroes, not to mention their dominance in religious faith, the Church of the Lord could easily rule over a relatively weak and underdeveloped remote country like Visegrand.

The king's intention to promote grain trade and new crops will undoubtedly clash with the Church's grain monopoly and touch upon its core interests, and the Church will not stand idly by.

Although such a conclusion was unbecoming of his saintly status, Mirad knew that the Church of today was no longer the beacon of humanity he once was, nor the first line of defense against demons.

Is it ambition or arrogance?
Or perhaps, who gave the king the confidence to snatch food from the tiger's mouth?
He glanced thoughtfully at Siolitta behind him. To keep up with the officials ahead without falling too far behind, they were moving at a steady pace. The nun's headscarf fluttered in the wind, revealing a wisp of silver hair. Noticing his gaze, she returned a bright, toothy smile, looking just like a girl next door.

suspicious.

Silently withdrawing his gaze.

He didn't dislike the king's actions. If it could make the church feel a sense of crisis and bring about some change, Mirad would be happy to see it happen... even if the root of this change came from monsters.

Walter's territory was just ahead. Mirad could already see the wheat in the autumn fields, which were in the heading stage, and the villagers carrying rakes. The yellow and green waves of wheat rose and fell, and the strips of fields outlined the curves of the earth like ribbons.

It seems that spring planting hasn't started yet. Although it's a bit late, it's still not too late, as long as Vincent can persuade the local lords and freemen, plus his dear parishioners, not to interfere.

"This is bait and a trap for demons! It is blasphemy against the natural traditions ordained by the Supreme God!"

A middle-aged, balding priest stood in the center of the crowd, spitting as he spoke, while Vincenta looked indignant. Her bag was mostly empty, and Clayton, sweating profusely, was frantically picking up the dusty tubers that had rolled to the ground like a donkey chasing a turnip. The farmers, who had formed a circle around him, gave him space, their expressions varied.

"Look at that disgusting pale white! By God, eating this stuff will surely cause scabies, gonorrhea, and dysentery!"

The onlookers hesitated a bit more.

Seemingly satisfied with the current results, the priest decided to press his advantage, taking a step forward and reaching into the bag to let the remaining tubers roll down as well.

"You're talking complete nonsense!"

nimbly dodging the priest's hand, Vinsenna's disgust was almost palpable. Clayton held her arm tightly, his face turning a deep purplish-red, barely managing to prevent Vinsenna from immediately launching a free-fighting attack.
"Calm down, Wei, calm down!"

"Then tell me, where does this crop come from!"

Continuing their relentless pursuit, the priest's smug expression grew even more pronounced.

"It's...it's a new variety that was improved after many breeding attempts by the scholars! With the help of the elf envoy, a suitable mother plant was selected, and it imitates the shape of radishes and beets, while also incorporating the soil-fertilizing characteristics of soybeans and alfalfa..."

"Ah, hybridization, fusion! How dare you interfere with nature so directly? Not to mention those elves who walk on the fringes are also involved!"

Success! By poking at the loopholes in her words, seizing the weakness, and then questioning her closely, the priest felt he had become young again, back to that afternoon in college when he debated with others, so full of vigor and with a full head of hair… With just a little more pressure, this young girl would surely succumb to the pressure and run away, thus securing a future for the wheat in the granary and his promotion… A heavy hand landed on his shoulder. Without turning his head, he impatiently tried to shake it off, but after much effort, he found it wouldn't budge.

“Fellow believers, forgive others when you can. I think this crop looks good. If its advantages are really as she says, then we won’t have to go hungry during a poor harvest, and we’ll have the strength to pray to God, right?”

The uninvited guest's words, though not loud, had a peculiar persuasive power, making people feel at ease and reassured. His beautifully groomed blond hair even made the priest a little envious.

The priest was hesitant because of the other man's demeanor and the confidence he exuded in his words; he had never heard of such a wandering priest in this territory.

Mirand bent down and picked up a forgotten tuber from the ground; the bud was still intact.

It wasn't until he bent down that the priest realized the priest wasn't alone; a short nun was following behind him.

The nun, whose height barely reached the priest's chest, spoke slowly.
“This Priest Mirad is particularly skilled in earth magic, so communicating with plants to accelerate their growth is a piece of cake for him. We all have our doubts, so why don’t we wait a moment and see if the results are as miraculous as the instructor says? What do you say?”

This was unnecessary. However, the succubus was indeed better at persuading others than he was. Realizing that he had said he didn't need the succubus's help yesterday, he had been forced to eat a meal today, Mirad sighed almost imperceptibly.

“I know Clayton well. He's an honest man who wouldn't lie, and that girl doesn't seem like she's lying either…”

"Let's wait and see. If it really works out, will these seeds be enough for us guys to share?"

“I think this hybridization is no good, and the priest is right.”

Mirad nodded to Vesena, who was almost in tears of gratitude, and Clayton, who was panting heavily. The farmers' noisy chatter soon came to a conclusion; most of them were willing to spend some time to see how things would turn out for the priest who shared the same name as the saint.

Arriving at the plowed field, Mirad buried the tuber in the soil, covered it with earth, and connected the soil with his mind, infusing magic into the tiny tuber beneath the ground.

Unlike the elf who directly communicates with plants and uses magic to induce their growth, his operation is closer to "enchanting" by infusing magic into a golem. By imagining and manifesting magical power with growth and reproduction attributes and then infusing it into the tuber, he ultimately achieves the same result through different means.

The demand for magic is... very low.

Sprouting, breaking through the soil, leaf growth, nutrient accumulation, tuber enlargement.

What would normally take months was accomplished in just a few breaths under Mirad's catalysis, and the magic shortage could be filled in no time.

The lush green leaves trembled, and the bulge on the ground was quite obvious, with a glimpse of white visible through the cracks.

Mirad uprooted it, revealing flawless white, swollen, spherical tubers entwined among its roots, emanating a delicate fragrance even without close inspection. A yield of three to five tubers per plant, fruits the size of a human head, and the earth element stirring within the soil… the instructor hadn't lied.

This doesn't look like what the priest said about it causing scabies.

Swallowing hard, the farmers all had the same thought pop into their minds.

(End of this chapter)