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

Chapter 14 The Heroes (2)

"You are...? A demon hero? Why don't you have any demonic power? Something's not right... Hiss!"

His words were cut short by a scream of pain. A few beads of cold sweat appeared on Eugene's forehead. His right hand had been twisted and deformed by the grip. Even the strong body of a hero could not withstand the opponent's hold.

Who exactly is this person who can suppress a hero but is not a hero from the demon realm?
Several possibilities flashed through Eugene's mind, but he rejected them all.

It couldn't possibly be the Saint himself, but that Saint hasn't shown any signs of resurrection for over a thousand years. If I were to encounter him... that would be incredibly unlucky.

“I understand that you are not willing to be honest with me, and I regret that, child,”

Not only the priests of the church... even the heroes have fallen to this level?

Using the magic bestowed by the Supreme God to bewitch unarmed civilians, regardless of the purpose, is enough to make Mirad's impression of the younger hero plummet.

"Next, I'll ask you questions."

No, I can't get away.

The man who called himself Mirad was far stronger than him. Eugene's feet were so powerful that they sank into the ground, yet the priest in front of him did not budge. This was not someone he could defeat.

If this continues, the plan will be completely exposed, and the safety of the children in the orphanage will be compromised... The pain from his right hand being squeezed made him gasp, and a bitter smile appeared on his face.

"First of all, were your actions instructed by the church?"

"Krinshid, what are you waiting for! Quickly use magic to get us out of here!"

Eugene turned around abruptly, hoping to get help from that magical genius. Known as the Crystallized Wisdom, she had never been defeated in her memory and was sure she could find a way to stop the man in front of her!

"Uh... um..."

However, what he saw made Eugene's heart sink.

He finally understood why Klinshid hadn't used magic immediately, and why that noisy genius girl had remained silent.

Because she was controlled from the very beginning.

Klinsid, on whom he had placed such high hopes, remained motionless like a wooden puppet, still in the posture of taking out her staff and chanting, as if time itself had frozen over on her.

The terror and disbelief in her eyes remained frozen in that moment when time seemed to stand still.

The instant she sensed something was wrong, she activated countless defensive magic arrays hidden within her robes. Even the great sage of the magical city would have to expend considerable effort to breach this iron wall, giving them ample time to retreat. Yet, all her efforts vanished under the girl's single finger.

"Hmm, does the timid sister want to shrink into her shell? No way, if you do something wrong, you have to admit it. Running away won't do."

It cannot be analyzed, cannot be broken, and cannot be understood.

She didn't even realize when the nun-dressed girl had come up behind her, let alone figure out how she had petrified her.

She just lightly tapped her back with her finger, and all her magic circles and prepared spells failed? That's absurd!
He opened his mouth to remind Eugene, but couldn't even move his tongue, and could only make simple breathy sounds.

"Uh... hurry..."

"...No answer. Second time. Out of trust in the hero, you have one last chance."

The smile froze at the corners of his mouth, turning into a cold arc. Looking at Eugene, who was drenched in sweat, Mirand felt his last remaining hope being crushed bit by bit.

“Answer me. Were your actions instructed by the church?”

"What kind of answer are you expecting from me? I'm sorry, I'm a coward. There are things I know are wrong, but I still have to do them, even if they go against my conscience and morality... That's what they call being unable to control one's own destiny."

Using words as a distraction, Eugene made his choice in a flash. With a low hum, he drew his dagger with superhuman speed, the chilling glint of the blade sending a shiver of danger through Mirand.

But he stabbed not the person in front of him, but his own right hand!
He wanted to cut off his wrist to escape!

This was a high-stakes gamble. He was betting that the opponent's subconscious defensive lapse would allow him to escape with Klinshid, even at the cost of his dominant hand.

However, the expected pain and blood did not come; he only felt a sudden darkness before he completely lost consciousness.

The dagger slipped from his left hand and fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

My mind is in turmoil, and even a sigh vanishes into nothingness.

Mirad silently picked up Eugene, whom he had knocked unconscious with a karate chop, and hoisted him onto his shoulder. Seeing this, Siolitta also stopped poking Klinshid's face with her fingers.

"Is this what you wanted me to see? A priest obsessed with money and career advancement, a hero helplessly wielding a knife against ordinary people... How pathetic."

"But even so, Lord Mirad, you won't give up your hope for the Order, will you?"

Hiolitta was absolutely certain of this.

"Just remove the necrotic part."

Just as there are those who fall into depravity, there are also those who remain true to their original aspirations.

He wasn't a precise surgeon capable of performing a perfect operation, but he could at least delay the onset of the disease. However, Mirand also knew in his heart that lesions don't appear out of thin air; everything has its cause.

"Hmph... No wonder he's my idol!"

Hiolitta puffed out his chest, looking proud... But what was there to be proud of? It was just his unwillingness to admit reality and his procrastination.

"So, what should we do with these two heroes? My magic to keep people away is still in effect, so we can interrogate them here without worrying about being seen by others, okay?"

A magic spell to repel people... no wonder no guards came to stop it.

"Advanced City".

The blessings bestowed upon heroes grant them privileges that ordinary people could never imagine in their lifetime. However, this also means that many of their actions cannot be carried out as they wish. They are bound by the shackles of responsibility and obligation, and may be used as a weapon by those with ulterior motives.

Mirad had experienced this firsthand.

"Let's find an inn to stay at first~ I know an inn that serves really good breakfast, you could say it's the best in Elsia!"

"It's up to you."

The loss of two heroes would be a tremendous blow to any nation's sacred order. During periods of relative calm on the front lines, when inland nations rarely engage in warfare, the heroes' role is to deter neighboring nations from taking any rash actions.

The nation with more brave warriors is the most powerful.

When brave men from within the country are ordered to take turns guarding the border, it is often when the country is at its most vulnerable.

When the church and the king are evenly matched and can even sabotage each other, the hero is the church's greatest asset.

Now... whatever the Order originally intended to do, the balance has been broken.

The two heroes disappeared in full view of everyone.

Will they anxiously send people to search, or suppress the news and pretend nothing happened?
Mirad is waiting to see.

(End of this chapter)