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

Chapter 86 Memorial
Long, long ago… or rather, a thousand years ago, on a certain day, a rock sculpted into the shape of a woman developed consciousness.

It should never have been born.

Such creatures are more common in the island nations of the Far East, where they are called tsukumogami.

Although these monsters, like other monsters, hate humans, they often lack the power to kill them.

Therefore, they usually only serve as scouts for monsters, informing the truly powerful monsters.

In its newborn ignorance, it was the man's voice that gave it its first perception of the world.

I love you, Theano... How are you doing?
I'm sorry I wasn't there for you back then...

I really miss you...

Theano… do you remember? You said you didn't like the shape of your calves… so this time I sculpted your calves to be even more beautiful…

Words of love and longing filled the heart of the newborn soul.

It is fully aware that the target of its words is not itself.

Who were these words addressed to...? Probably to this man's partner? He carved himself out of grief after his wife's death.

It was just a sculpture in form, but it was infused with more sincere emotions than anything else, and that's how it came to be.

Humans are such pathetic and ridiculous creatures.

It had actually created its own cause of death. It thought.

This frail human, when he sits before me bowing his head in prayer, I might be able to kill him. A slight tilt, and I'd just fall on him, that should do it.

However, it has yet to take action.

And she looked forward to the time every night when the man would sit in front of her and tell her about his love.

It told itself that it wanted to enjoy the man's ridiculous appearance one more time.

It neither understands nor can it comprehend what is gradually accumulating in its empty heart.

if--

No if.

kill him.

One day, it finally could not resist the murderous intent that rose from the monster's instincts.

So it gathered the words of love from men, pieced together the voice and personality that "Theano" should have, and spoke.

“I also want to see you, Alexander. If you also want to see me… then go and touch the magic left behind by the Demon King, and come to the eternally frozen kingdom to find me.”

……

When the man was carried back, he had become a pale statue.

So this is what it feels like to kill someone.

Compared to the satisfaction of instinctive release, what exactly is this bitter feeling in my heart?
Did it do something wrong?
No one can answer this question.

It was displayed in the house of a sculptor who was never visited, and no one paid any attention to it.

Until one day...

Milad left the theater and wandered around the city before finally arriving at the foot of the cliff.

He glanced at the gravedigger's hut below the cliff, pondered for a moment, and then used magic to conceal his presence.

I'm just visiting some old friends who have passed away, so there's no need to bother anyone else.

The cliff face hasn't changed much from a thousand years ago. If anything, the only difference is that there are significantly more tombs on the cliff face, densely packed, like countless pupil-less eye sockets staring at Mirad.

Soon.

The days you spend with your family, friends, and loved ones.

The stone steps rose beneath his feet, and Mirad, following the direction he remembered, arrived at the oldest tomb on the cliff face.

The air was slightly cool, carrying the dry scent of rocks and the sweet aroma of the demon realm. The tomb chamber had no ornate decorations, only smooth, polished walls, telling tales of its original simplicity.

The room was furnished much like Alexander's room, with several statues of Theano placed in the corners and a simple stone bed in the center, without elaborate carvings, but covered with flowers.

Alexander lay peacefully asleep on that stone bed, surrounded by flowers.

It still maintains the posture from when it fell, with both hands outstretched as if trying to embrace something.

His expression showed no surprise or fear, only anticipation and serenity for the upcoming day of reunion with his wife.

Mirad stood quietly at the entrance, his gaze lingering on that familiar and serene face.

In a flash of inspiration, a poorly carved rock flower took shape in Mirad's hand and was placed among the fresh, vibrant flowers on the bed, where it went unnoticed.

A gentle breeze blew from behind him, and Mirad smelled the fragrance of ripe citrus, emanating from the daughter of a demon lord who loved to tease him.

...Did you come here with him?

After a pause, Mirad turned to look at the figure standing at the entrance of the tomb.

“I remember saying that you don’t need to come along.”

"I'm just worried... And if you, Lord Mirad, are feeling sentimental, you'll definitely need someone understanding, gentle, kind, and knowledgeable to comfort you, right?"

Hiolitta, hands on her hips and chest puffed out, said confidently, "If you want to cry, you're welcome to jump into my arms and have a good cry anytime, Lord Mirad! Whether it's tears of joy or tears of sorrow, I welcome them all."

“She insisted on following us secretly. A princess of the Demon Realm, rolling around on the ground... I can’t bear to lose face like that.”

Aborah felt a little guilty. "Did I disturb you? I can take her away now..."

"Wow...you cunning old goat, you've managed to absolve yourself completely? I only used a little trick, and you gave in and let me come over...I think you actually wanted to come along too, but you just couldn't find a good excuse, right, right, right!"

Hiolitta grinned mischievously, quickly poking Obora's slightly chubby cheek with her finger. "Still pretending to be innocent! As expected of Teacher Obora, your acting is superb! But if you used 'herself' instead of 'herself,' it would seem even more harmless and honest, wouldn't it? Ahem, did I disturb you, Lord Mirad? Herself, you can take her away now..."

"...I've already said it. Now, no matter how much you imitate my tone back then, I won't feel any emotional fluctuation."

That being said, it was clear that Obola took a deep breath before speaking.

...The moment the two of them stood there, the original somber atmosphere vanished without a trace. Mirad's eyes twitched, but he couldn't bring himself to get angry and send them away.

He then introduced them to the people sitting on the couch.

"This is Alexander, the first 'dead' of Miradria. That is, 'dedicated to Theano'... the sculptor of the gargoyles."

"...It seems that the gargoyle lady comes to sweep the grave quite often..."

Hiolitta withdrew her fingers from the spotless stone bed, twirling them together, a hint of curiosity on her face. "The flowers are all fresh too. I didn't know she had this habit before."

“She had deep feelings for both Alexander and Theano…” Obora’s gaze also fell on the flowers surrounding Alexander on the bed, “…and, respect other people’s privacy…don’t have this kind of inquisitive mindset, I’ve reminded you many times before.”

"Teacher Obora is angry, I'm sorry,"

Faced with Obora's posture, Hiolitta instinctively shrank her neck and stuck out her tongue.

"By the way, was it Lord Mirad who lit the Dream Incense Burner here? We don't usually use this to commemorate the deceased in the Demon Realm..."

"...What dream incense burner?"

Mirad was taken aback, only then realizing that the sweet fragrance in the tomb was not just a product of the demon realm environment.

(End of this chapter)