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

Chapter 94 Coming-of-Age Ceremony (Part 2) (68)

The Kingdom of Petro is a country closer to the human-demon front than Cretea, and can even be considered the backbone of the first line of defense.

The fall of Petro created a large number of homeless refugees and also greatly increased the pressure on Creteia to deal with the monsters.

Despite not being on the front lines, Cretia, as an important commercial hub, allowed civilians to sense the approaching war through fragmented news from the front and the growing number of refugees.

Uneasy whispers filled the streets, prices were quietly rising, and weary strangers could be seen everywhere on the streets and alleys.

At this juncture, the old bishop insisted on maintaining tradition and joined forces with the Dionysian Order to hold the Dionysian Festival... presumably also with the intention of uniting people through revelry, relieving anxiety through celebration, and providing the public with a moment of spiritual comfort and respite amidst turmoil.

"So, Mirard, you mean that if I just kill one big guy, I can boost morale across the country, bring smiles back to everyone's faces, and make them see me as a hero?"

Logan walked ahead. They had now arrived in the region of the Kingdom of Kretia near the front lines. Ferocious monsters often sneaked into the forest from the other side of the front lines, making this the perfect place to hunt.

“What I mean is… if you die at a critical moment like this, everyone will be even more heartbroken. At least the dwarves at those blacksmith shops will definitely be crying the loudest.”

Mirand's footsteps crunched on the dry leaves and pebbles. He followed Logan, alert to his surroundings, but a sliver of his attention remained fixed on the silent figure behind him.

Orpheus.

The girl eventually followed.

"..."

From the moment he entered the woods, Orpheus remained completely silent.

She seemed indifferent to everything around her... whether it was the figs still clinging to the branches, untouched by birds, or the sails occasionally gliding across the distant blue sea.

Those beautiful eyes were devoid of emotion; they could be described as empty, like the last remaining cold embers after a great fire, ready to be scattered by a gentle breeze at any moment.

Given the power of her spellcasting when she severed the thief's wrist that day, she was indeed no match for anyone in this forest... so Mirad didn't impose any restrictions on her staying in the capital.

It's not a pleasant feeling to have your hometown destroyed by monsters, so it wouldn't be bad if she could vent her frustrations.

Logan, a smile playing on his lips, lifted the hem of his shirt to reveal three brass cylinders tucked into his leather belt, gleaming in the dappled sunlight filtering through the trees.

"After all, he's a regular customer,"

The lightly armed swordsman with gray hair flicked one of the tubes with his finger, producing a crisp hum. Mirad recognized the runes for charging and detonating the tubes, which were probably specially adjusted to require only a small amount of magic power to fire, tailored to his friend's special circumstances.

"I've spent half a year's wages on this... Mirad, didn't you personally confirm that this thing can break through monsters' defenses?"

"That only applies to weaker monsters like hobbits and goblins..."

Mirad naturally knew about the gadgets Logan had been tinkering with all year, and as a friend, he offered some support... such as acting as a live target.

His final assessment was that it would be extremely valuable if it could be widely adopted by the military.

Unfortunately, there is no such thing.

Essentially, it is a projectile launcher inscribed with a burst spell that can be used multiple times.

The current cost is simply too high, not to mention the manufacturing time.

The best dwarf blacksmiths in town could only produce these three swords in a year... and the quality was uneven.

Even with the magic added to it, the projectiles that were fired were still weak in Mirad's eyes, easily sliced ​​through, let alone break through his own defenses.

Logan hummed a little tune, haphazardly swinging his short sword to cleave through the bushes blocking his path. "Emerging technologies are all just infants at first...they'll definitely grow into great heroes like you someday. Give me a few more years to study your magic...maybe one day I'll be able to leave a wound on you." "I'm really looking forward to that day."

"what is that?"

Orpheus, who had been silent all along, finally spoke. She gripped Mirad's sleeve tightly, her eyes fixed on the bronze cylinder at Logan's waist.

"Oh dear, Your Highness, are you interested in the weapon I painstakingly crafted? This is the key to enabling even the most defenseless human to easily slay monsters!"

Logan's tone unconsciously rose, his enthusiastic expression filled with the pride of showing off a masterpiece. "All you need to do is clean the barrel, load the bullet, input magic, aim at the target, and pull the trigger to kill. Isn't that convenient? And I also have a secret weapon, the culmination of all the hard work Mirad and I put into it!"

“It doesn’t feel right…you could go up and slash it yourself, or just use the basic magic you learned this month. If you’re talking about that bullet, that’s for your own survival,” Mirad said.

"Sigh, my muscle brain is speechless. Although I'm happy that you praised my improved skills, the focus right now is obviously on praising these three little cuties, okay?"

Logan nudged Mirard in the waist with his elbow and whispered in his ear, "A princess of a fallen kingdom is still a princess. Who knows where someone might be willing to use her name to help Petro rise again? If I keep her happy, I'll have the funds, and I won't have to borrow money from you anymore."

“I can hear you,”

Orpheus said coldly, "...Besides, I have no money, and no one is willing to support me."

"...Then you're really having a tough time, girl."

Logan muttered something unconsciously, but realized it was a bad idea as soon as he said it.

Under Mirard's suddenly sharp gaze, Logan quickly changed his tune, "Ahem, sorry. Sister, you're having a tough time. If you need anything, just ask Mirard. He's handsome, kind-hearted, strong, rich, and single. He's definitely a good candidate for restoring the kingdom."

...Is he hoping to help Orpheus restore his kingdom and then climb the social ladder?
Mirad mimicked his friend's way of hurling insults at people, giving Logan the middle finger, and Logan retorted with the middle finger in return.

“Nominally, I have no right of inheritance.”

Ophie's shoulders tensed slightly. Her lips twitched, and she forced a mocking smile, which seemed to be the limit for someone accustomed to a blank expression.
“I am a servant of the gods, but I have been excluded from the inner circle since birth, and I know nothing about politics and state affairs.”

"But aren't you quite capable? You're the only one left in your royal family. If you really take over, I don't think anyone will care about the right of succession."

Logan said, "Sis, if you don't want to restore your kingdom, then so be it. Being a commoner is fine too... as long as you can get used to not having fancy meals. Speaking of which, if you're not keen on restoring your kingdom, what's wrong with killing monsters? You can't be unwilling to do that either, can you?"

"If she didn't want to kill monsters... she didn't need to come along."

Orpheus's eyes looked like he was about to suddenly explode and kill Logan... Mirand quickly smiled and smoothed things over, "Right, Orpheus?"

"Yes, the monsters deserve to be killed..."

Orpheus suddenly stopped speaking, her pure white eyes gazing in one direction of the forest.

The colorless magic accumulated in an instant, and an astonishing pressure emerged from the girl's slender body.

Mirad sensed something and reached out to draw the holy sword.

“There’s a high-level monster,” Orpheus said.

"The smell of blood is strong; he's injured. Judging from the smell... it's a dragon." Mirad's nostrils twitched, echoing Orpheus's assessment.

Logan couldn't hold back any longer. "What the hell? You two, don't scare me like that! I'm a newbie who just learned how to use R1 and Sprint, and I'm already facing a high-level player with high walls? Am I supposed to play a market town?"

(End of this chapter)