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

Chapter 93 Coming of Age Ceremony (Part 1) (58)

The next day.

The training ground was filled with the sounds of metal clashing.

The crowd unconsciously gathered around the center to watch the two people sparring.

The swordsman, clad in light armor and with gray hair, was desperately trying to fend off the enemy's impenetrable attack.

From the very beginning, the swordsman was at a disadvantage, overwhelmed by his opponent's offensive and unable to catch his breath. He had no chance to counterattack and was simply dragged into a pointless tug-of-war that drained his energy.

However, none of the people present booed at the disadvantaged swordsman, because just a year ago, this gray-haired stranger couldn't even figure out how to hold a sword, but now he could barely hold his own against the hero's unrestrained attacks.

"Logan, don't just keep dodging. Seize my openings and try to fight back."

Mirad remained calm, a stark contrast to Logan, who was drenched in sweat with strands of hair sticking to his forehead.

The latter gritted his teeth. Mirad's training sword was unsharpened, but its cold gleam was still chilling.

If you want to hit your opponent, you can't be afraid of this light. Even if you are hit, as long as you can retaliate in a short time, Mirad will definitely be able to pass the test.

Logan then relaxed his body and focused on the direction from which the blade had come.

The next attack is... a downward slash. Will he change his move mid-attack?

No, there's no time to think that much.

Facing the sword's edge, Logan stretched out his arm with all his might, delivering a final thrust towards his enemy's throat—

"Not bad. Although it was a double kill, being able to seize that opportunity proves that you can face and kill a big goblin."

Mirand handed Logan a glass of water. "You've really made great progress."

"Alas, Mirad..."

Logan touched his shoulder and gasped.

Even though it wasn't sharpened, getting hit hard like that was still unpleasant.

Logan pursed his lips and blew upwards, blowing the stray hairs from his forehead to the side, his eyes brimming with sorrow.

"…What's wrong?"

Mirad glanced at his friend, who was feigning profundity, and had a bad feeling.

"How did you, a perfectly healthy and cheerful young man, end up serving as a servant to a poor princess? Can you tell me how you feel right now?"

Logan paused, coughed lightly a few times, and spoke in a high-pitched, shrill voice, "After all, uh, well... getting information from intelligence is one thing, hearing it from you is another. If only Mirad could tell me herself..."

"...Shut up."

His arms were covered in goosebumps from his friend's impersonation, and Mirand's thick skin, honed by being shirtless and smeared with oil as a promotional tool, crumbled instantly. He covered his face to hide his burning cheeks from Logan, lest the guy make fun of him again.

"Oh my, are you really shy? You can be shy about something like this? If so, can you tell me? After all, getting information from someone else is one thing, but hearing it from you is quite another~"

Deliberate repetition, teasing from friends.

Logan pried his hands off, paused for a moment when he saw Mirand's slightly flushed cheeks, then burst into loud laughter, "You said it yourself, Mirand, you should have the guts to back it up!"

"That's not funny."

Lacking energy and strength, their rebuttal based on facts only adds fuel to the fire.

Mirad himself knew that the person in front of him was simply looking at his reaction and then making fun of him.

Logan didn't straighten up until he was coughing from laughing so hard, then he helped Mirad up by the shoulder. "So...so what's next? My first monster hunt is in a few days...besides being fluent in the language, I don't have much else to say. Considering you're still alive, you might get a full-body disinfection service. Without you by my side, I'm really afraid I might accidentally die out there and no one will collect my body."

“I will not interfere with your campaign; it is a rite of passage that the Creteans must undergo.”

Every Cretean must hunt a monster alone before reaching adulthood.

Choose your own type.

However, if you want to gain more respect from others, then the more dangerous the target you choose, the better.

During his coming-of-age ceremony, Mirad killed a wyvern with his bare hands, without the use of magic.

Logan is not a Cretean, so he shouldn't have to participate in this ceremony.

But this friend insisted on attending... The bishop had no choice but to let Logan go, since there was nothing he could do about the gray-haired stranger.

Logan himself admitted that although he had only stayed for a year, Créteil could already be considered his second home.

Even if it's for the sake of the future, and the possibility of not being able to return to one's hometown, one should still gain the recognition of the people living here and truly integrate into Creteia.

...instead of everyone thinking of Logan as Lord Mirad's friend, or a strange person who tinkers with gadgets, or a mysterious stranger who often mutters strange things.

"You say you won't interfere... but you'll actually be following me silently, stepping in to save me from danger when I'm in peril... right!"

Logan felt unsure after speaking, "Right...right?"

“I won’t help you kill monsters. But if your life is truly in danger, I will intervene. After all, you are not a Cretean, nor do you believe in the Supreme God. Dying during your coming-of-age ceremony… won’t bring any Valkyries to greet you on your way to heaven.”

"...I've always wanted to say something about your mythology... never mind. Great gods, please forgive me, I didn't say anything disrespectful."

Logan clasped his hands together and bowed to the sky, then made the sign of the cross on his chest. "In that case, the poor princess won't be following you too, will she? I think she's quite clingy to you."

Logan looked toward a corner of the training field.

Orpheus sat there, his eyes fixed in their direction, motionless.

"...Probably. But I don't think you need to worry about her. In terms of strength, she should be able to take on a whole division of you."

"No, no, no... this is different! I was clearly going to the Starry Forest with my best buddies to hunt monsters and collect Rings, it's really strange that a woman suddenly got involved!"

Logan pleaded earnestly, "What if she suddenly wants honey water in a cave, in a forest... or surrounded by monsters? You're not going to make it for her right there and leave me standing there, are you? She might say she sees you as a servant, but don't take it seriously... Beautiful women are the best at manipulating people's hearts, but brothers are the most important. See, I won't lie to you."

Mirad glanced sideways at Orpheus in the distance. "My primary goal is naturally to ensure your safety... Of course, I will choose to observe and stimulate your potential when necessary, depending on the opponent you choose. As for Orpheus and the servant... I will tell her that there are no honey fruit trees here, so fresh honey water cannot be harvested."

"Wow, that's really malicious. I didn't expect you, Mirand, to come up with such a tasteless joke. Tsk tsk, you've got some skills..."

Mirad and Logan exchanged a glance, and both of them couldn't help but laugh out loud.

(End of this chapter)