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

Chapter 79 Dinner Party
The welcome dinner prepared by the residents of Miladria for Milad was held at the highest point in the city, a low hill.

The small hill, compared to the towering cliffs behind it, was like a child looking up at a giant. But even so, it was enough for Mirad to overlook the entire city when he climbed the hill along the stone path.

He could vaguely glimpse what the city used to look like from the crisscrossing roads.

The streets are undoubtedly much narrower in the old town, with houses crammed together. In the colonnaded courtyard, fig trees grow thick and sturdy, their bulging roots pushing aside the bricks and stones on the ground.

The planning in the newly developed urban areas is much better. The roads are wider, and the squares are not encroached upon by residential buildings.

With just a glance, he could count several open-air theaters. Those semi-circular theaters with tiered seating still seemed to be putting on plays, with bright yellow light pillars shooting from the center of the stage into the night sky, and the evening breeze carrying the cheers of the audience.

"I was quite startled when I first came here,"

Opola climbed the steps behind him and looked out at the city in the distance.

Located in the dark demon realm, Miradria is always at night, so magical orbs of light always float and shine in the city.

Like a spilled palette, the colors of those light clusters were not uniform, appearing mixed yet shimmering like a rainbow, giving Obola's face an iridescent hue.

"So similar...it really looks just like Cretia."

"So similar that it makes your heart flutter?"

Mirad turned around and noticed that Opola's heartbeat had become noticeably faster. He wasn't a special person who could discern emotions based on heart rate, but he could still sense her unease.

“Some. The place where I was resurrected is very close to here,” Obora said softly, her pupils reflecting a rainbow of colors. “The night wind carried the sound of bells from the city to my ears… When I came to my senses, I was already kneeling on the ground, sobbing uncontrollably.”

“I’ll take that as you trying to gain my sympathy. But when you woke up, didn’t you ever think about crawling back to your grave, back to your peaceful eternal sleep?” Mirad leaned back against the railing by the roadside. He saw in the distant banquet hall that Hiolitta was instructing the gargoyles to arrange the fruits on the table, and only after adjusting them to the right angle did she close her eyes, hum softly, and nod.

“I’ve thought about it. But now that it’s been revived… going back to the tomb would just be a despicable escape.”

Mirad stared into her eyes, and after a moment's thought, reached out his hand toward Obora's neck.

She understood.

Obora glanced at Hiolitta, who was busy playing the role of the banquet host, shrugged slightly, and slowly placed her chin in Mirad's palm.

Feeling the warm, rough hands slowly tighten around her neck, Eborah closed her eyes.

“Lord Mirad, and Opola! Everyone's waiting for you at the banquet... Waaah, what do I see here? You two are doing this kind of outrageous play behind my back!”

The joy on Hiolitta's rosy cheeks vanished instantly, replaced by a subtle disdain and annoyance.
"While I was busy preparing for the banquet to welcome Lord Mirad, Obora, you were actually enjoying Lord Mirad's caresses! Hmph, as expected of the younger sister of the secretly happy dessert sisters, Mask..."

With a shudder, Obora hurriedly lifted her head from Mirad's palm, the palm print once again imprinted on her slender and delicate neck, overlapping with the scar.

"Your Highness, I beg you... please don't say that name again."

Her voice was trembling.

After tidying up her somewhat disheveled clothes, perhaps due to shortness of breath causing her to lose focus, or perhaps for some other reason, she had unknowingly dispelled her humanoid magic.

The spiraling horns of the goat were no different from Baphomet in Milad's memory. Soft, pure black fur covered her arms, and golden fleshy balls grew in the palms of her four-fingered hands.

Realizing she was standing before Mirad in her true form, Obola's rosy complexion instantly paled.

“I don’t care much about your appearance, so there’s no need to panic. In my eyes, you have always been a sinner who is atoning for his sins, nothing more.” Although the little girl’s appearance is very deceptive, and Mirad sometimes feels confused, he would not change his attitude just because of her monster appearance.

"Let's go eat. Hopefully, the food here isn't too monster-like..."

Greetings from both monsters and humans along the way, breaking through their layers of blockades to reach the dining table is no easy feat.

Even Obora, who had been following closely behind him, was accidentally separated from him by the crowd. When Mirad came to her senses, she was surrounded by a group of monsters who looked like children, who were asking her all sorts of questions.

Mirad never imagined she would be so popular among monsters... It seems that fans like Siolitta are not an isolated case. Fortunately, they didn't have any other thoughts about her like Siolitta did.

He looked thoughtfully at the pinkish-purple pattern on his left middle finger that resembled an engagement ring. The only known function of this thing was that Mirad himself would be able to sense when Hyolitta lightly scratched it, no matter how far away he was.

In retrospect, it may also have served as a declaration of territorial ownership.

"It's actually normal food..."

Mirad glanced at the various dishes laid out on the table and couldn't help but sigh.

From appetizers of pickled fruit to main courses of stuffed chops and roasted poultry, to pea soup with smoked mint and onions... even the sugar sculpture in the center of the table has no ulterior motives, it is simply a small statue of him.

There was absolutely no trace of a monster.

"What? Lord Mirad, the way you're talking... Do you think I'd mix the fruit of our marriage with pickled fruit and make you eat it?!"

"Did you release it then?"

The candied apples were soft and sweet; the moment they entered his mouth, Mirad felt as if he had been punched squarely in the forehead by sugar.

This is way too sweet... Adhering to the principle of not wasting food since it's already been eaten, Mirad swallowed the cloyingly sweet pickled fruit.

He wasn't too worried that Siolitta would put anything she shouldn't have in there; as Lilim, she seemed to have a strange insistence on this.

"...I didn't put it in."

Hiolitta puffed out her cheeks and looked at her plate.

Before you know it, the plate is piled high with strangely colored dishes, completely different from the normal human food on Mirad's plate.

"Wait, who served me the 'Entwined Vegetables' salad and the stir-fried 'Fried Matango Mushrooms'... I don't need them!"

She glanced at the monsters gathered around, chuckling. The moment her eyes left the plate, more peach-colored jam appeared on it.

This time, Mirad saw it very clearly.

The division of labor is quite ingenious.

A group of monsters drew attention, while another group of nimble monsters swiftly passed food from their plates to Siolitta.

"Keep it up, Your Highness!"

Someone shouted, and the monsters burst into laughter.

(End of this chapter)