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

Chapter 20 Old Friend
"Relaxing is a good thing, but..."

Mirand dodged a water ball thrown by a grinning student. The mixture of kitchen waste and strange dye gave the floating liquid an eerie dark yellow hue; getting it on his robe would definitely require some effort to clean, and water balls like that were practically everywhere.

"But these students went too far, didn't they?"

Chuckling, Siolitta followed closely behind Mirard, barely reaching his chest. Hiding further back, she became completely invisible, drawing all the attention away from him. The nun only needed to follow him and dodge.
"Who gave you the honor of wearing a priest's robe, my good saint?"

“I never imagined the students would be so… uh, hostile to the cult.”

The students' battleground extended outside the library. As soon as they left the library, Mirad and his companion were like Don Quixote, a target in the center of the battlefield, receiving enthusiastic welcomes from several groups of students.

Whether intentionally or unintentionally, these students poured all their knowledge into Mirad, and after discovering that this priest-like man had excellent dodging skills, they became even more competitive, relentlessly throwing at him acrobatic magic tricks.

"Damn it, the professor banned my research content halfway through my thesis!"

What should I do if my advisor is taken away by the church midway through my defense?!

"Give me back my land, you bastard!"

"My fiancée said we can't kiss before the wedding, and we can only hug once a day. It's all your church's fault!"

The students vented their dissatisfaction with laughter and curses, but they all knew their limits and didn't go all out. The magic they threw at them were just minor tricks that didn't cause any real harm, and Mirad didn't know how to control the force to retaliate.

"I've heard... that the ritual magic enveloping the academy is the result of students and citizens uniting to rebel against the church's ban on magic more than ten years ago?"

With a flick of her finger, she sent the giant water slug that was about to crash into Mirad hurtling towards the student himself. Hiolitta wore a smug expression.

"With the protective barrier in place, the church can keep a low profile, and the academy can also use this magic to secretly conduct some forbidden magical research... Although someone occasionally reports it, overall, a public reconciliation has been reached."

"You seem to know a lot about this?"

The floor was starting to feel slippery... The stench of rotting and fermenting food seeped into their nasal passages, directly attacking their brains, and many students were already gagging as they played. Fortunately, Hiolitta was right behind them; her fragrant aura prevented the stench from penetrating, effectively protecting their space.
"Don't underestimate my intelligence network; I'm quite familiar with this basic information. Another little tip from Hiolitta is that it's best not to waste food in the academy, even if it's leftovers."

As if in response to her words, the students looked in the same direction. As if they had seen the most terrifying and horrifying thing in the world, their chanting stopped abruptly, the floating, foul-smelling liquid fell to the ground and exploded with a crack, and many of the more agile students even began to prepare to run away.

"It's no use. I've recorded all your names. Stealing food from the cafeteria, assaulting customers, and especially wasting food...! Three offenses combined, which should result in a deduction of credits... Clean up the scene within five minutes and take the food scraps back to the cafeteria to avoid punishment! Oh, and you also need to apologize to the customers!"

A crisp, clear shout echoed across the battlefield. The students froze in mid-air upon hearing the first word, their faces, which had been filled with grief, instantly brightened with smiles upon hearing that they could be spared punishment.

"I'm sorry, Uncle Golden Retriever."

"Excuse me, you wretched priest."

"Sorry sorry~"

They lined up and took turns bowing and apologizing to Milady, then scurried off to clean the floor, which was covered in food scraps and juices. Their actions were so swift that Milady didn't even have time to catch his breath. When he looked around again, the boys had already run off with their swill, leaving behind a spotless pavement.

"...So energetic."

Mirad could only sigh, looking at the girl who had dismissed the students. She looked even younger than Hyolitta and shorter, her large witch's hat completely obscuring her body, her jet-black hair reaching her waist.

He had to look up to see her face; her chubby cheeks were soft and full, her nose small and delicate, exquisitely beautiful like a divinely created idol. Her once innocent and charming face was now stern, and her cold expression froze for a second when she saw Mirad.
"...Wan, Wan has been neglected in his discipline, please forgive him. Prince Hiolitta and this... gentleman, are you both well?"

Although she was short, the authority in her eyes and brows made people not dare to ignore her height and figure, and subconsciously regarded this girl as an adult of the same height as themselves.

Mirad felt a strange sense of familiarity with this aura. But she had never before had the chance to see a monster transformed into a girl, so…

"It's alright, it's alright! Lady Mirad, let me introduce you. This is Lady Obora, whose real identity is Baphomet. She is also the president of the Agricultural Cooperative. You can ask her about the national strategy of agriculture in Visegrand!"

Hiolitta gave him a push from behind, and Mirand stumbled forward, getting closer to the girl who was supposedly Baphomet. At this closer distance, Mirand could scrutinize the face that felt strangely familiar.

Where have I seen this before? No, that's not right... He could never have seen this female version of a demon's face before.

With a twitch at the corner of her mouth, Eborah took a half step back.

"Hmm... Ah, very good, very good. Since it's Your Highness's request, feel free to ask me anything you don't understand, but today there might be a few..."

Her name is Obora, her race is Baphomet, and she has black hair.

A sense of familiarity, like having seen it somewhere before.

………………

The miracle of power is operating at its maximum.

Mirad grabbed Baphomet by the shoulder as she turned to run away, forcing her to face him.

Obora's cold, expressionless face was almost impossible to maintain; a thin layer of cold sweat beaded on her forehead. She glanced in the direction of Hiolitta, hoping for help, but all she received was a bright smile revealing her silver teeth and a thumbs-up.

This little girl…! I haven’t offended her, have I?

She was practically grinding her teeth to powder, but she maintained a dignified and solemn demeanor. She didn't want to face this man so soon! Too soon! Although she knew he was about to recover, how could it be so early? Her atonement wasn't complete yet, and she wasn't ready to face him. No, not now, absolutely not…

It would be easy to shake off the other person with my own strength, but just thinking about what would happen afterward is enough to give me a headache... With this man's tenacity, he will definitely keep chasing me relentlessly... Moreover, if I were to back down here, how would I ever heal the wounds I had inflicted...?
"W-what is it? Hiolitta calls you Mirad, what a nice name, hahaha..."

The dry laugh went unanswered, merely disappearing into the distance and intensifying the awkward atmosphere.

Those azure eyes were so intense that Obora dared not look directly into them.

“Obola is a good name too,”

Mirad finally spoke. At such close range, the masculine breath was hot and scorching. Opola felt the man's breath so close to her, her legs went numb, and her tongue was so tense she could barely feel it. Being grabbed like that completely eliminated any possibility of escape, the monster simply went limp, relying entirely on Mirad for support.
"I ask you. Was it you, Baphomet, the madman who spread heresies around the Kingdom of Creteia 1,353 years ago, instigated the people to perform evil rituals, and harmed thousands of innocent lives?"

"It's all over," thought Obora.

(End of this chapter)