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

Chapter 19 Homeland
It's impossible to master all the magical advancements of the past millennium in just one afternoon, so Mirad only selected some optimized and battle-proven magical models to memorize.

The magic he perceived... or rather, the ancient magic as understood by modern people, was essentially a skill of imagination and description. Only by constructing the form of magic and the desired effect in one's mind can one use magical power to cast spells.

When you concentrate intensely on the construction, the power of the magic you unleash will naturally increase; the more detailed your vision of the desired effect, the higher the degree of perfection of the magic itself will be.

Magicians in the frozen north may be better at imagining ice and snow, while people living in hot regions are better at constructing fire.

Mirad has always favored simple and brutal magic. Summoning rock spears to pierce enemies, using the mass of the rock itself to overwhelm everything, or simply creating fissures in the ground to devour monsters... The book records that over the past thousand years, one or two exceptionally talented mages seemed to be able to extract the minerals contained in the human body, but firstly, he couldn't imagine such details, and secondly, there was no time on the battlefield for him to slowly construct complex magical models; being interrupted in his thoughts would be a fatal mistake.

"What kind of magic did you use to 'fix' me back then?"

Hoping to give it a try and maybe get an answer, Mirad looked at Hyolitta, who was engrossed in reading a hero's adventure novel.

Upon hearing this, she raised her eyes, her tongue tracing a glistening sheen as it touched her lips.
"Oh? You want to know? You really, really want to know? You're so hung up on being defeated by me, Lord Mirad~"

Something's not right; it seems like this has piqued her interest.

But that kind of magic was something Mirad had never seen before, nor was it recorded in any books. Curiosity ultimately prevailed, and ignoring the succubus's provocations, he continued...

"It's not petrification magic, nor is it a simple immobilization spell. The kind of magic that you succubi are good at using shouldn't be able to achieve this."

This magic was very similar to the effect of Medusa's demonic eye in his memory.

"Sex magic can do more than you think~ If Lord Mirad wants to experience it for himself, I can let you experience the use of this magic tonight~ However, it's definitely not sex magic,"

Her legs dangled in the air, the hem of her nun's habit kicking open to reveal her slender ankles. Hiolitta picked up a wine glass, her delicate wrist twirling, and the water poured from the rim, but instead of spilling onto the table, it remained suspended in mid-air, forming a heart shape.

"Simply extract the concept of 'fixed,' then define the variable as the target you want to fix, and with a little magic applied, you can achieve it!"

With a snap of her fingers, Shimizu Heart, having lost its magical support, returned to the cup.

"The concept of 'fixed'... I see. In other words, organisms that are fixed in place are not affected by the passage of time?"

The kingdom petrified by Medusa... that is also the homeland Mirad can never return to. Each time he awakens from death, he hopes to hear news of a breakthrough in that special petrification magic, but unfortunately, he is always met with disappointment.

Over time, he lost hope. Later, the research was halted due to a lack of progress, leaving him the only one still working on that lost country.

Siolitta spoke lightly, but Mirand knew that even the first step of extracting the concept was a monumental achievement that humanity had not accomplished in a thousand years.

"If they don't deliberately retain their thoughts and are completely fixed in place, they'll probably be caught between life and death. As long as the magic left behind by the caster doesn't dissipate, those poor souls will only be able to remain in the state of statues until eternity. Perhaps not retaining the thinking function of their brains is a good thing for them?"

"Even you can't undo it?"

"It's not so much that I can't... but rather that I'm unwilling. Lord Mirad, would you really want me to get involved in this matter?"

"No, this is a responsibility that only I can bear. I just want to confirm whether there is a possibility of undoing the petrification."

He felt that he had failed to protect his country and his loved ones, and all the blame lay with him. Therefore, he did not blame the countries and magicians who abandoned the rescue. In Mirad's view, they had done more than enough. Goodness and patience would eventually run out, so it was better to stop on the grounds of insufficient funding and lack of research results, which would at least save face.

"It does exist. As long as the caster is willing to release the fixation, all those faces in your memory can come back." Siolitta smiled like a snake pointing to the forbidden fruit, sweet and flamboyant, waiting for its prey to take the bait.

However, Mirad didn't care about her thoughts. The succubus's promise rekindled the embers in his dormant heart, and although he knew he shouldn't trust monsters too much, he still couldn't control the fantasies in his mind.

Everyone in the procession, the people who eagerly awaited their victorious return, and His Majesty the King and His Highness the Bishop…

"Thank you."

For the first time in a long time, his brows relaxed.

No matter how many vague hopes and promises are given, it's all in vain. But when it's really right in front of you, you still can't refuse.

Even if the promise was a lie meant to mock him or a vicious trap to lure him into, he was willing to believe in the hope that served as bait.

The next step is clear: wait for Medusa to revive, then give her a good beating until she's willing to lift the curse and complete her unfinished task.

"Waaah! Could you say it again? You said it too fast and I didn't record it! Lord Mirad's thanks are precious memories that I can cherish for a lifetime~" The succubus pulled out a crystal from somewhere, her face full of regret.

"...Never mind what I said."

One secret letter after another appeared from the blazing golden flames and fell, piling up like a mountain on the table.

The room was decorated rather simply, but the clothes were not in the closet and were thrown on the bed, making it look a bit messy. The size of the pile of clothes was too disproportionate to the size of the suitcases.

The middle-aged man in his priest's robes was struggling with how to stuff all his clothes into a box so he could get through the long and boring Grand Duke's meeting. He scratched his forehead and decided to deal with official business first.

"Let me see... Ah, a letter from an old classmate. Judging by the time, that resurrected saint should have already left Walter Territory and arrived in Elcia, right?"

“I think so, Bishop Artus. He and the nuns who accompanied him arrived at the market outside the city this morning.”

The room, which was otherwise empty except for him, suddenly echoed with a second response. Artus casually flipped through the letters, taking in the various subtle actions of the old man on the throne recently.
"Why weren't you notified? Where is he now?"

"You were enjoying an ice cream when the message arrived. According to Article 367, I cannot disturb you while you are enjoying your ice cream. Thirty minutes after the Resurrected Saint arrived at the market, a riot broke out, and the two heroes, Eugene and Klinshid, who were deeply involved in the incident, have been out of contact ever since. At the same time, the Resurrected Saint has also disappeared without a trace." The voice, which had been absent without a trace, was rational and restrained, reporting the situation as if it were a routine matter.

"How could he lose track of them? This old thing from a thousand years ago knows how to counter-track? Sigh, one bad thing after another... Suppress the news of those two unlucky kids' disappearance. If anyone asks, just say they went to secret training. You should know what I mean."

"The task of controlling public opinion has been prioritized. As agreed, I will assume the duties of the bishop while you leave the Kingdom of Visegrand to attend the Grand Council in the Holy Land. Do you still have any concerns?"

"That's all. After being by my side for so many years, you should know what you should and shouldn't do. By the way, help me pack my clothes. Do you think this fleece-lined robe is necessary? I feel like this meeting will go on until at least next summer..."

He burned all the letters he had read, and the flames illuminated the middle-aged man's receding hairline.

(End of this chapter)