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

Chapter 8 Confusion
After washing away the mud, the mature tubers were cut into pieces and distributed to the onlookers.

Despite the enticing aroma that stirred some hesitation, no one in the crowd was truly willing to be the first to try it. They looked at each other, and finally, Mirad swallowed the thumb-sized piece in his hand.

The noisy crowd fell silent instantly, and countless eyes focused on him, wondering if the handsome priest would collapse to the ground covered in sores and oozing pus the next second.

Some who couldn't bear to watch had already slipped away to find the veterinarian at the manor to see if he could be treated alright.

It was sweet and juicy, not too sweet but not bland either. After swallowing it, Mirad reached out and stroked his stomach, his detoxifying healing magic ready to be activated, but after a long time, no poisoning or other adverse reactions occurred.

"Actually, it tastes better stewed or boiled, but eating it raw is fine too..."

Vincent scratched her head and reminded her. Although she didn't know the other person's true identity, it was really great to meet such a kind person who was willing to help promote the new crop.

"Non-toxic."

The definitive conclusion is indeed, as Vincent said, that it is an excellent food crop. If it were promoted, seasonal famine could be alleviated, and families would no longer have to sell their land to the church for meager food.

"As the priest said, this new crop is being promoted at the behest of His Majesty the King. Most importantly, the tubers are free this season, and the planting method will be taught in detail... cough... those who want to plant can collect them and then register with me... no matter how much planting area there is, as long as you plant and have a harvest, the taxes you pay to the lord this year can also be reduced."

Clayton finally recovered. The free and tax-reduction measures became the last straw. After the first gaunt farmer agreed to take the tubers, the other farmers rushed to grab the tax reduction.

The priest was pushed out of the crowd, his obese body shoved around like a ball. He nearly stumbled and fell, but Mirand caught him in time. The man steadied himself, brushed off some nonexistent dust, and spoke in an unfriendly tone.
"These damned fools... Alas, my back, may the Lord God have mercy! Fellow believer, where did you come from, saint? You've only recently left the monastery, have you? May I ask which church you currently belong to, and whether you hold any priesthood?"

Slapping away Mirad's hand that was supporting him, the priest looked the wandering priest up and down several times, who had suddenly appeared out of nowhere to disturb his good time, and was furious.

"Currently, I am unaffiliated, and as for clergy... I probably don't have any either."

"Hmph, is that so?"

Those suspicious little eyes darted between Mirad and Siolitta, and finally the priest gave a soft snort, waving his hand at Mirad as if brushing away something dirty.

"Our parish doesn't have enough to take in wandering priests like you. You'd better find somewhere else!"

"We will be leaving on our own in a few days, thank you for your help."

"That would be wonderful. I wish you success in finding a teaching position elsewhere, and may God have mercy on you...!"

Holding his back, the priest almost limped out of sight.
"In a few days? It seems Lord Mirad is quite interested in this new crop. Would you like to observe it more?"

Hiolitta bent over, looking up at Mirad's face, a strand of hair slipping down her cheek.

"Or... do you want to see what else that priest might do behind the scenes?"

"...None of your business."

Of course, it has both.

Although he had some expectations, the degree of secularization among the priests of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints was still unbearable for Mirad to witness.

The priest still reeked of alcohol, and his portly figure hardly suggested he was adhering to religious rules. Not to mention the heavy object Mirand had just retrieved from the priest's pocket under the pretense of helping him. Mirand was quite certain it was some kind of gold object.

The tubers seemed to have finally been distributed, and now the farmers were gathered around Clayton signing their papers. Vincent gave them a thumbs up; the girl's anger came and went quickly, and now her smiling face showed no trace of her near-explosiveness.

"This is a great help! I didn't expect Mr. Mirad to be such an excellent earth magic user... It reminds me of the elves in the academy."

"It's nothing. We'll be staying here for a while longer, so I wonder if we could observe your guidance? And if there's anything else we can help with, consider it tuition." "Of course, of course! I'd be so grateful, no need for tuition..."

After finding a piece of wasteland and clearing away the weeds and shrubs, a two-bedroom, one-living-room integrated stone bungalow quickly rose from the ground under Mirad's magic. Clothes could be laid out on the raised stone platform to serve as a bed, and the reception room was fully equipped with tables and chairs.

Clayton and Visena were dumbfounded by the priest's smooth and effortless operation. They could hardly imagine how familiar this priest must be with living outdoors in the wild in order to materialize the dwelling in his mind through magic.

Clayton and Visanna were called away by the estate manager before long, leaving Mirad and the other two behind.

He walked around the stone house he had built with great interest, looking around as if he wanted to take in every detail.

"Lord Mirad really doesn't want to stay in my tent? Siolitta is a little sad~"

Stop pretending to be stupid.

Mirad regretted it as soon as he lay down in the tent. Not to mention how strange the flickering pink and purple candlelight made the interior look, the bed suddenly vibrating after he accidentally touched a button on the edge of the bed, and the strange metal pipe that appeared next to him made him silent for a long time before he finally decided to tend to the campfire all night.

He shouldn't forget that this monster is a succubus.

As if struck by a sudden thought, a clear laugh rang out, and Hiolitta laughed triumphantly. She covered her mouth, but her fair palm couldn't conceal the smug smile playing on her lips.

"Pfft... I forgot it was a universal model imported from the underground city. If Lord Mirad is interested in those functions, I can explain them to you, okay?"

"Hmph... Can't you hide your lewd nature now?"

She stuck out her pink tongue, made a face, and unusually didn't continue to pester him.

"How naive you are, Lord Mirad! You should gladly accept a girl's invitation!"

A girl's invitation? Before he could utter a sarcastic remark, Hiolitta transformed into a fragrant breeze and rushed into his arms, leaving a warm and sweet kiss on his cheek. She then casually nipped in the bud several spells that Mirad had impulsively unleashed, before she could even take shape. Finally, as if nothing had happened, she said "Goodnight" and hummed a tune as she skipped back to her room.

Mirad's right hand, loosely clenched, rested on his empty leg, where he habitually hung his sword. He was panting heavily; at such close range, it would be easy for his opponent to take his life.

But in the end, he was unable to activate the necromancy branded on his bones.

why?
Because she wouldn't kill herself.

A thought arose from the depths of his dark heart, bringing him an answer that his instincts were certain of, yet reason had been constantly refuting.

There was no murderous intent or hostility emanating from her.

This was in stark contrast to the humanoid monsters he had faced who would stop at nothing to destroy families and exploit lives.

He could listen to the monsters' curses without any psychological burden while grinding their sensual flesh into a paste, but he couldn't bring himself to swing his sword at a monster whose attitude he was still unsure of.

Reason told him that a monster is a monster, and monsters must be killed without mercy.

But swinging his sword and casting spells towards the source of hostility and killing intent was an instinct etched into his soul. At this moment, it was this invincible instinct, honed on the battlefield, that held him back.

Once controlled by necromancy, he will lose his mind and launch a fierce attack on the source of hostility, but is the other party really hostile?
That moment of hesitation created an opening for Mirad, which the opponent took advantage of.

...What is her expectation, and what is her stance?
After calming down and thinking for a moment, and after praying to the main god again without getting a response, he decided to go to the village to keep watch that night... or rather, to watch the campfire, if there was one.

(End of this chapter)