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

Chapter 9 The Kyle Pyramid and the Miller's Son

The night breeze carried the unique scent of animal manure, soil, and grass from the country lanes, calming Mirad's heart considerably. Silently reciting scriptures in his mind, he unknowingly walked to the pond.

The stream that powers the mill stops here before quickly flowing into a wider river. The small pond is now covered with duckweed, and reeds taller than a person block out the view.

The soft, panting breaths and sweet, almost honey-like words drifted into his ears along with the sounds of wild ducks and herons wading through the water.

…There were other people here as well, two of them.

Understanding what the shadowy figures gradually drawing closer together on the opposite bank of the pond meant, Mirad smiled wryly and turned to leave, making room for the lovers having their secret rendezvous at night.

Wait a minute. Something's not right.

The step I took froze in mid-air.

The air was filled with a familiar magic, the source of which was undoubtedly in the direction of the lovers. He had only seen that all-pervasive and all-encompassing magic in one other person recently.

The body reacts before the mind.

The reeds parted abruptly in the gust of air, as if the sea were making way for a saint. Before the waterfowl could hear the snapping of the reeds, Mirad was already standing in front of the lovers who were still flirting.

Startled waterbirds flapped their wings and flew away from the water, leaving the atmosphere frozen and the sweet, ambiguous mood completely gone.

“I saw you during the day, son of the miller. Come behind me, boy.”

A concise and to-the-point command.

He chanted softly, and the soft, damp soil gradually hardened, allowing him to pierce through the monster before him with just a thought.

The poor boy still had a fascinated smile on his face, clearly unaware of what had happened.

Mirad frowned as he scrutinized the bewitching monster nestled beside the boy.

The upper body is that of a girl, while the lower body is that of a horse with smooth lines.

Centaurs? No, that's not right. There are no centaur settlements around here, and those arrogant and savage raiders would never accept the advances of a human male.

Translucent fins, scales, and tail.

A strange conjecture slowly emerged in his mind.

The Horse-shaped Lake Monster? Or... the Kelpie?

Could it be that after a thousand years, these monsters that like to drag people down have learned to mimic human appearances?

"W-What did you do? I'm warning you, human! Even if you're the one the princess has her eye on, you can't disturb Loki and me being so affectionate! How can you be so rude? Shame on you!"

The monster puffed out its cheeks and wrapped its arms around the boy's waist. The boy trembled as if waking from a dream, fear growing in his eyes. Yes, this was how humans normally reacted to monsters; he knew it all too well. Secretly preparing to cast a spell to obscure the boy's vision and prevent psychological trauma, his tone was unusually gentle.
"Don't be afraid, child. I will protect you. Now close your eyes, count to three silently, and then run towards the church, understand?"

"Don't hurt Elgi! She means no harm! We truly love each other!"

He spread his arms to shield the Celtic, meeting Mirad's complex gaze. Though disheveled and thin, this miller's son resolutely overcame his fear of the priest and the looming church stake behind him, choosing without hesitation to protect his beloved.

...Is something wrong?
In this ridiculous standoff, he seems to have become the villain who broke up the couple.
"It's a monster. A monster that will drag you into the water, tear open your stomach, and devour your body, leaving only your liver."

"I would never do something so bloody and barbaric! The only thing I would do after being dragged into the water is that!"

"Please, please spare us... I know you are a very powerful priest... I... I... even if I'm taken into the water by Elgi, that's the outcome I want..."

"Oh, oh, oh, it's a declaration of love! Don't worry, I'll enjoy your body!" These kids are hopeless.

Mirad silently cursed under his breath, a rare occurrence for him.

The Kelpians are monsters who are very good at disguising and bewitching people, but this is the first time I've seen a victim like Mirad who still protects the monsters after knowing the truth.

Even victims of succubi would drag their emaciated bodies and beg for help.

Young people often rush headlong down the wrong path without realizing it, but that's not their fault. As priests, we have a duty to clear the fog from their path, make them aware of their dangerous situation, and guide them onto the right path.

So Mirad stretched his hand straight forward. The water seemed to finally calm down, and the next moment, a mist of blood burst from his wrist, the smell of rust overpowering the scent of reeds and algae. Blood dripped continuously onto the ground beneath their feet, an addictive substance that monsters could not resist.

Just watch. Your perfect lover can no longer suppress the instincts of a demon and will tear off their disguise.

"It's...it's bleeding! Why...why is that?! Hey? Uncle, your wrist is bleeding! What happened? Loki, Loki, quickly go find some seaweed, the kind I told you about that can stop bleeding..."

"Oh...oh, okay, fine..."

"..."

He watched as the monster released the hostage, but instead of running to the church, the boy stumbled towards the pond and crouched down to scoop up the floating algae.

“A thousand years ago, my mother ascended to the throne of the Demon King. With the help of my father, she changed the rules of the world, so that monsters were no longer tools for slaughter.”

"The monsters that have taken human form are now like young girls full of love, no longer craving killing and cannibalism, but seeking to unite with humans."

Those were words he deliberately ignored, hidden in the corners of his memory, unwilling to think deeply about them or admit them, and simply regarded as nonsense.

"Uh, this amount of bleeding shouldn't have severed an artery, right...? Uncle, how could you be so careless! The princess will cry if she sees you not taking care of your body like this!"

He suddenly felt annoyed.

He shook his hand, and the horrifying gash on his wrist vanished, startling the monster in front of him into widening its eyes.

"There's absolutely no trace of magic! Are you a circus magician?"

"Elgi, I, I found it... Priest, are you, are you alright?"

The miller's beloved son held a clump of damp seaweed in his hands. If Mirad was not mistaken, this seaweed did indeed have hemostatic properties when dried and could be used as a temporary bandage.

Exhaustion swept over his body.

His resurrection was a mistake; he shouldn't have woken up a thousand years later. Rather than facing this foolish couple, he would rather throw himself into the battlefield and let his instincts guide him.

God, if you can hear me, please respond and answer my questions.

The question vanished into nothingness, unanswered.

"...I'm fine, child. It's a trick I learned in the circus, just to scare you. Did you like the trick?"

The blood seeped into the soil and disappeared without a trace.

Would you mind telling me how you met and how you fell in love?

He sat on the floor.

(End of this chapter)