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

Chapter 16 The Heroes (The End)

"Given Miss Klinshid's proficiency in casting spells without incantations, I think a dark mage would be a good fit. But I'm sorry, she's still just a little bit lacking."

Hiolitta held something up between her two fingers in mid-air, and with a gentle snip, Klinshid's flamboyant expression froze at its most humble and miserable moment, before slowly disappearing, her face ashen.

The woman who had previously acted like a shrew was no longer herself. Having her disguise exposed, Klinsde simply stopped pretending. With a cold face, she tried to contact the outside world again, but all her attempts were met with silence.

"Messages can't get out of here. Let's get back to our previous topic—dark magician or succubus, which does Miss Klinshid prefer?"

Klinsdee's complexion grew increasingly grim.

Information was cut off, and the church's useless bunch were of no use either; they couldn't even fight back—it was truly the worst-case scenario.

“Siolitta,”

There should be limits to pranks, and Mirad, unable to bear it any longer, interrupted, "Stop scaring her."

"Hehe... Since Lord Mirad has said so, then let's just forget about it~"

Retracting the demon horns from her head, Siolitta put her nun's headscarf back on, and the alluring, seductive aura dissipated, revealing her once more as a gentle and holy nun.

"As Eugene said, the orders you received were to cause chaos during the May Day celebrations outside the city,"

Mirand said, "At the same time, they are shifting the blame to the agricultural cooperatives selling...toxic fruits and vegetables at the stalls."

This is a very common and reasonable competitive tactic.

Rather than saying it's too conventional as the truth, a closer look reveals something amiss.

For example, why should such a simple task be assigned to a hero? Spy agents are better at sowing discord, and they won't leave any obvious evidence against them.

Moreover, even if they fabricated rumors that the fruits and vegetables produced by the agricultural cooperative were poisonous or harmful, it wouldn't necessarily steer the facts in a direction favorable to the Church. In the eyes of the merchants who had traveled from afar and were unfamiliar with the situation in other countries, the royal family of Visegrain and the Church would surely be in cahoots, and this perception would also cause the price of the grains stockpiled by the Church to plummet... This was a completely self-defeating method.

The church leadership in Visegrain wouldn't be that stupid.

Mirad suddenly remembered the way the church had been transmitting secret messages for over a thousand years.

I don't think so...

"Just in case, the secret order you received was transmitted through Bishop Fang Jie?"

"Yes, yes... what's wrong?"

Eugene hesitated before nodding. "Are you doubting the authenticity of the order? No, that's impossible... I've checked it many times. The seal on that letter is the genuine episcopal seal."

"The handwriting is fine,"

Even the usually silent Klinshid couldn't help but add, "Moreover, some of the content mentioned is only known to His Holiness the Bishop."

Milad remained noncommittal; having spent so much time with Siolitta, he was genuinely uneasy about the secrecy surrounding the cult's internal information.

“I understand. I just said I wouldn’t force you to stay here… but it seems I have to go back on my word. I’m sorry.”

With an "I knew it" expression, Klinsid spat, while Eugene nodded with a wry smile.

“I know, we’re probably being used as pawns to be discarded after we’re done… There’s no point in arguing, I’ll follow your arrangements.”

"Tsk, what a spineless wimp..."

Klinsid nudged Eugene with her shoulder in annoyance. "I never believed you'd let me go. House arrest it is fine. But I have one... no, two questions I want to ask you." "Go ahead," Eugene replied, "I'll answer to the best of my ability."

"First, are you the resurrected Saint Mirad himself?"

Klinshead asked in a deep voice, and even Eugene held his breath, wanting to hear what kind of answer Mirad would give.

"Yes."

Milad readily admitted it.

"...Wow. I'm actually a fan of yours... Wait, is that really you?"

Eugene's eyes suddenly lit up, and his speech quickened dramatically, "My God, I shook hands with the Saint! And you have the legendary holy sword that doesn't resemble you at all! Oh right, you gave it to the forest elf... Wait, wait a minute... Why are you with a monster, Saint?"

"Driven by circumstances."

Fortunately, he had covered the lines on his fingers with gloves... otherwise, he would have been in deep trouble. Remembering the words his old friend used to say, Mirand smiled.

"...I'll assume you weren't lying to us. Second, are there any monsters involved behind the various new crops that the king is promoting so extensively?"

The first question inquired about Mirad's identity, while the second question was directed at Siolitta.

The nun blinked, looking innocent and pure.

"I'm not Lord Mirad who answers every question—and Miss Klinshid, you're not Lord Mirad either, so the answer to this question is..."

Siolitta deliberately dragged out the last syllable, until Klinshid grew impatient before finally revealing the rest of her story.
"I think so. I know a few nice older women who say they want to eradicate hunger in the world."

Hearing the expected answer, Mirad didn't react much. After all, the only thing that could give the king the confidence to confront the church was a powerful and highly intelligent monster like Siolitta.

"Ha! I knew it! How could there be such an excellent crop... It completely violates biology and the law of conservation of magic..."

Klinshid smirked. "And then? Do you also intend to use the promotion of this crop to turn the entire Demon Realm of Visergrand into a demon realm?"

"Hmph... I hate brats with such keen intuition the most..."

Looking down so her expression couldn't be seen, Hiolitta muttered to herself.

"...I guess I'll just turn you into a slime after all!"

With a sudden howl, she abruptly raised her head, and Hiolitta had grown horns and transformed into a monster. Her ferocious appearance resembled that of a small anteater guarding its nest. Although she was cute and innocent and had nothing frightening about her, Klinshid was still terrified and shrank back towards Eugene.

“I examined those crops; they don’t contain any magical energy,”

Mirad pondered for a moment. He had suspected from the beginning that the monsters supported the king's motives, and now was the perfect time to bring it up.

“But… Siolitta, you owe me an explanation for the demonic transformation.”

"Ugh... I know, I know. The Agricultural Technology Association is right in the college. If you're so eager to know the truth, you can just stop by on your way!"

The little anteater deflated instantly, its pink fist landing squarely on Mirad's shoulder, causing no pain whatsoever.

"You'd rather trust a stranger than a monster you've known all the time? I'm so sad, Siolitta!"

No, this is perfectly normal, isn't it?

(End of this chapter)