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

Chapter 71 The White-Winged Demon Wears a White Crown
It's almost time for the agreed-upon meeting.

Mirad stood in front of a flower shop that had closed early.

Amidst the lush potted plants, he stood out conspicuously in his dark priest's robes.

It wasn't that he wanted to buy a bouquet of flowers for Hiolitta before the date; it was simply because this was the meeting place she had chosen.

Kieslfield ultimately did not come out with him and stayed in the luxurious room... As compensation, Mirad promised to bring her a bottle of perfume when he returned.

But now... something's not quite right.

Milad squinted and looked at the sun.

With only a few minutes left until the appointed time, there was still no sign of Hiolita on the street.

Based on Milad's understanding of Hiolitta, she usually arrived earlier than he did for their dates.

Hyolitta would stand at the agreed-upon spot, eagerly awaiting his arrival. Once he arrived, she would say in a childlike, coquettish tone, "Lord Mirad is late, so you must grant me one wish."

Now, not only in Hiolitta, but there are far fewer pedestrians and tourists on the streets.

The agricultural expo is still in full swing, but the peak of visitor traffic has passed, and the streets will no longer be as empty and deserted as they were at the beginning of the expo.

"You're a bit early,"

Obora emerged from the shadow of an olive bonsai. She wore a simple robe with gold embroidery along the edges, and a wide-brimmed, pointed hat that cast a shadow that obscured her facial expression, making her look like a witch from a fairy tale.

"She's still on her way. Please be patient and wait a little longer... After all, Her Highness has put in a lot of effort for this day."

"How long have you been planning this?"

According to the previous plan, Mirad should have already set foot on the land of the White Wasteland, confronting the resurrected Medusa Demon King.

However, due to various matters, both big and small, he remains in Elcia to this day. He is absolutely certain that Siolitta is behind all of these events.

Mirad said it was impossible not to be curious about Siolitta’s reasons for keeping him in Elcia.

"I don't know, maybe it started when Her Highness the Princess became your fan? She has always been looking forward to this day."

Opola looked toward the corner at the end of the street, and the fluffy goat ears under her hat brim twitched.

Both Mirad and she could hear the faint sound of wind instruments coming from the other end.

"Ah, she's here. Well then, please enjoy this date."

Obora removed her pointed hat and placed it in front of her chest, leaning slightly forward in a standard hat-tipping gesture.

Petals twirled and drifted down from the branches as the ground trembled slightly.

In the distance, the faint sounds of brass instruments could be heard, gradually brightening like sunlight piercing through the clouds.

He suddenly remembered that when he was braiding Kissesfield's hair that morning, he seemed to have heard sporadic drumbeats outside the window, but he didn't take it too seriously, thinking it was just a wandering band playing casually.

The faint melody finally became clear, echoing in every corner of the street, with the cheers and noise of the people serving as its harmony and accompaniment.

Windows along the street were pushed open, spilling colorful ribbons and spring flowers. Residents leaned out of their windows, excitedly looking towards the other end of the street, shouting, "They're here! They're here!"

It wasn't that it was deserted; rather, everyone was staying at home and standing on the second floor, which gave them a better view and allowed them to take in the magnificent scenery and watch the petals and ribbons fall from above.

He didn't realize how Obola disappeared; perhaps it was after a major earthquake, or perhaps it was the moment the music became clearly audible around a street corner.

At this moment, Mirad stood alone in front of the flower shop, astonished by the large procession before him.

How could he forget all of this? As a festival commemorating the resurrected saint and celebrating the spring, the highlight of May Day is the endless parade of floats and chariots.

The chosen King of Spring and Queen of Harvest will ride in the most luxurious floats, offering blessings to the residents along the way... especially newlyweds.

The floats will eventually stop in the center of the square, where hundreds of couples will walk down the aisle in the presence of the King and Queen.

He had read in a book that all the residents of Elsia would mobilize to decorate the floats in their own neighborhoods. At this moment, the words in the book finally transformed into the flowing colors before his eyes.

The students who remained at the academy stood on mushroom-shaped floats, while their young attendants stood on the roof, all waving exaggerated staffs adorned with vines.

Their harmless magic tricks exploded and scattered in the air, releasing a refreshing apple scent and sparkling glitter.

The young servant waved and shouted at him, tossing down a handful of candy. A few students remembered what he looked like at the academy, but all the students knew that this somewhat aged young man was the legendary Saint of Resurrection.

So magic tricks were thrown at him like they were free, staining his originally simple priest's robe with exaggeratedly colored glitter... making him look like he had rolled around in a fairy's flower garden.

The area along Lianhe Road is mostly lined with restaurants, including the Beech House where he questioned Eborah.

Therefore, their carriage was carved into the shape of a loaf of bread that had cracked open after baking. The railings were covered with basil and sage woven into herb wreaths, and the top was piled with wooden macarons sprinkled with glitter... It was incredibly lifelike.

He also saw Eugene and Klinshead, two hardworking junior heroes who had made amends for their mistakes and were making a long-awaited appearance in the public eye. They stood hand in hand on the platform of the church float, bestowing blessings on the residents who were peeking out of the windows along the street. The float was rather shabby compared to the ones in front and behind, but it didn't seem to matter, judging from the two people's hearty smiles.

There were also a few floats that clearly had significant monster involvement in their construction… Mirad raised an eyebrow and decided to ignore them.

He really didn't know how to comment on the decor that focused on depicting bedroom matters... but the residents along the street cheered and applauded in unison.

However, the understanding of muscles and the human body is very accurate, and the depiction is lifelike without any artistic exaggeration.

A purple flower-adorned cart wrapped in ribbons rolled across the stone-paved road.

The last and most luxurious float.

The horses leading the floats had forget-me-nots and ivy woven into their manes, the blue-purple flowers complementing the emerald green branches perfectly.

Leaning against the railing, the little girls scattering candy had skirts adorned with fresh lilies of the valley.

They were all playful and cute, and the leader was a black-haired girl wearing a pointed wide-brimmed hat, looking like a witch in the forest.

A gentle smile appeared on Obola's serene face as she waved slightly at Mirad and gestured for him to look up.

Mirad looked up and met the eyes of the girl standing on top of the float.

She wasn't wearing her fitted nun's habit today; instead, she wore an ivory-white satin dress, the sunlight gilding its edges. On her head was a delicate wreath made of slender willow branches. Above the wreath, clusters of bell-like white flowers surrounded the roses, with a few drooping close to the girl's temples.

The low-cut, off-the-shoulder design of the top accentuated the girl's delicate collarbones and shoulder lines, while the heart-shaped neckline was adorned with fine lace mesh. The sheer fabric slid down from her shoulders to her arms, revealing glimpses of her fair skin.

Beneath her skirt, white stockings with a soft pearly sheen covered her long, slender legs, just past her knees, revealing her fair skin.

A white outfit is impossible to pull off if the wearer doesn't have the right features.

And she just so happens to be a girl with exceptionally beautiful looks.

So even someone like Mirad felt his heart skip a beat when he met those scarlet eyes.

Siolitta leaned slightly over the railing and reached out her hand to Mirad.

The fingertips were almost transparent in the sunlight.

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