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

Chapter 201 A Joyful Gathering

"Oh... Uncle, you've gotten quite muscular, but you're still as handsome as ever!"

Kieslfield glanced at Mirard's chest and abdomen... the muscles there were indeed much more defined than before, but far from being so prominent that they would tear his clothes; in fact, they were just right! Awesome! She couldn't resist reaching out to poke them!

"Well, long time no see."

As Mirad spoke, he looked at Kissfield, who was clinging to his arm. It had been almost two months since he last saw her, and it seemed that the girl's demonization had progressed to an extraordinary level... In her crescent-shaped molten gold eyes, in addition to the bright and clear look that Mirad was familiar with, there was also a hint of inexplicable charm.

She seemed to realize that the person she longed for was right beside her. Her breathing slowed, and scalding breath flowed from her lips, which, though unpainted, were still vibrant and full, swirling around Mirard's chest... It was real breath of fire. Mirard's top today was chosen by Loran; it was an elegant wool sweater. At this moment, the fabric already bore faint scorch marks, the wool was slightly curled, and it emitted a peculiar burnt smell.

Kiesl was completely unaware of how hot her breath was. Her eyes were fixed on Mirad's face, trying to completely copy him into her mind. Her small, red tongue quickly swept across her slightly dry lips, adding a touch of moisture.

Mirad thought for a moment and decided not to remind her, letting the girl enjoy the joy of their reunion a little longer.

That's what he thought. But what about the others...?

"Speaking of which, how much longer are you going to hold onto Lord Mirad's arm, you big-breasted slut... the way your breasts are squeezed out of shape is too much! I'm starting to feel nauseous just looking at you!"

With a flick of her small hand, Hiolitta struck the grotesque creature she had so often despised, causing it to ripple with soft waves that trembled and spread outwards.

The previously harmonious and peaceful atmosphere instantly plummeted to freezing point. Mirad sighed and turned her head away from the horrific scene that was about to unfold. Kieslfield's smile froze, and her neck, as if rusted by termites, slowly moved as she looked at Hyolitta.

The perpetrator, however, remained unrepentant and instead leaned closer, resting his chin on his hand to examine the object closely.

"Ugh! You were even winking at Lord Mirad! I'm going to throw up! But I'll forgive you since we've been apart for so long. By the way, did you secretly grow bigger behind my back...? Hey, have you been feeling any back pain lately?"

"Alas…"

Luo Gen, who was watching from the sidelines, subconsciously covered her chest, thinking that it must have been too hard for her to pretend to be a good nun these past few days. As soon as she saw the big breasts, all the dissatisfaction and grievances in her heart surged out like a flood. But unfortunately, she chose the wrong target today!
"...You ill-mannered little brat, today I will teach you a lesson on behalf of your parents!"

"Take this! Kieslfield - the middle-aged man's triangle attack!"

A swift and deadly hook! Before Hiolitta could react, Kissfield's hand pulled her neck and shoved her between Mirad's chest!

"Waaaaah... On my left is that wretched creature, and on my right is Lord Mirad's chest. Is this the difference between hell and heaven?! I'm a good child, I want to go to heaven, I want to go to heaven...!"

Hiolitta struggled to pull her nose and mouth away from that inescapable softness, trying to rush to heaven on the other side!

Oh... If all the souls in hell could have such awareness, that "Yama" would surely smile with satisfaction!
"It's a real shame."

Kieslfield sneered and tightened her arms. "All that awaits you is hell."

"Gaba!"

As Hiolitta tried to pull the head buried in hell out of her body, she was jolted awake by an electric shock, her strength vanished, and she slid limply into Mirad's arms.

"Xiao Xi is dead again. They're inhuman."

Wiping away non-existent tears, Luo Gen's face instantly broke into a bright smile. She deftly pulled out various beautifully packaged gift boxes from her backpack and arranged them in a row on the table.
"Speaking of which, Xiaoqi~ This is the Cretia Dawn shade lipstick I promised to bring you. It's a new product, and I thought it would suit you perfectly. You can definitely pull off this color. Also, there's the little stone carving I brought you from Ophito… she made it herself based on Xiaoxi's description and your photo. Oh… her bust is a little disproportionate, oh well, it's a small problem. And there are some Miradria specialties at the back~"

She pulled out more of Miradria's treasures from her backpack as if they were her most prized possessions. Miradria's sharp eyes could spot quite a few high-quality potions among them, and there seemed to be a set of portable magic mark tools for home use...?
...Never mind, I won't need it for a while anyway. Let Luo Gen give it to me.

Kieslfield's eyes lit up as she released her grip on Siolitta's arm and huddled with Lorenz, chattering away about skincare and fashion.

"Ugh... Lord Mirad, your countless wives are openly bullying your fiancée."

Hiolitta was finally able to bury her face in Mirad's chest, breathing heavily, her voice muffled.

Mira asked gently, "Then whose fault is it?"

"Uh…"

Hyolitta quickly raised her head and glanced at Lorenzo and Kissfield, who were chatting happily. Then she swept her gaze over the unconscious nun from St. Gard who was supposedly just passing by, before finally settling on Obora, who had composed herself and whose sobs had gradually stopped.

"I think it is……"

"I think my only mistake was not disciplining you strictly when you first came to me from the Demon Realm, Your Highness."

Obora smiled and put the plain white silk handkerchief into her pocket... It still carried his scent.

"...Oh! Well, then it's all your fault, Lord Mirad."

"Oh?" "It's your fault for being so charming yet oblivious to it. Your magic is so mixed that I wouldn't be surprised if a line of bicorns lined up to be your wife one day."

Mirad chuckled, then, supporting his knees, tried to lift Lilim, who was clinging to him, away.

To be honest, this was no easy task, comparable to digging Luo Gen out of bed at five or six in the morning, or getting Ophie to loosen her grip and not hold him so tightly. There were always some lingering obstacles, such as Luo Gen's limbs hooked around the corner of the blanket, and at this moment, Hyolita's fingertips were still gently tugging at the hem of his sweater.

"You, too, are overwhelmed with emotion after such a long separation?"

"Shut up! I'm just exercising my privileges as a princess of the demon realm!"

She buried her face back in the water with a self-righteous air, rubbing it against herself from side to side.

"My heart, shattered by the sight of those busty beauties, needs to be mended by Lord Mirad!"

To put it bluntly, it's just jealousy.

Kiesloff leaned back lazily in her chair, her long, reddish-gold hair almost touching the ground.

"Little one, you're quite cute like this. If you could get rid of your noisy habit, you'd be perfect. I wouldn't mind reluctantly accept you as my little sister."

"Who asked you to admit it!"

"Sigh, should I say, as is customary, that you two have a really good relationship, and then you both say in unison, 'Who has a good relationship with her?'"

Luo Geng sat upside down on the wooden chair, her chin resting on the back of the chair, with one leg curled up and tucked under her body in a very unladylike manner.

"Who's in a good relationship with her?!" *2
Kieslfield and Siolitta both froze, one nearly falling backward, while the other gripped the hem of the person in front of her even tighter.

"Tsk tsk,"

Luo Gen excitedly slapped her thigh that was pressed under her buttocks, "With such a high synchronization rate, when are you two going to go and activate the No. 1 machine? To be honest, this is the first time I've ever seen such a famous scene in real life... Can we do it again?"

"How is that possible, Luo Gen!"

"What are you thinking about, you gray-haired monster!"

"Sigh, all our understanding has been lost." Luo Gen shook her head, looking heartbroken.

"The research on the technique... is nearing its end."

Obora gently moved her chair, stopping beside Mirad, then climbed back into the high-backed chair and turned to face him. "How are things on your end?"

As she spoke, her gaze swept over Siolitta, who was still nestled in Mirard's arms, and she couldn't help but reach out to straighten the other's slightly disheveled collar. "That St. Garde... or rather Sister Joanna? She could be a very good example. But I'm not sure if she would be willing to stand up for us after learning the truth about the monsters."

“I believe in her, as a fellow saint, and I also believe that the demons can show her their good side… This shouldn’t be difficult for you,” Mirad said.
"As for the true identity of that angel, I have some clues. However, given the current situation, the plan needs to be adjusted. It's simply unrealistic to find out the saints and heroes lurking in the city one by one."

"According to intelligence obtained by the radical faction, the King will personally preside over the welcoming ceremony for the resurrected saint's official visit to the capital in three days. And the day of Princess Tiluella's planned operation... is also set for the same day."

"That's not surprising from the radical faction. As for the king?"

These past few days, Mirad and his group have had some contact with the radical demons... Although they have not yet made contact with the leader of that radical faction, the two sides have reached an unwritten consensus and are clear about what each other needs to do... There is indeed no need for a meeting.

"It was not the king who gave the order, but Northculim."

Although the king was determined to rise up, real power remained in the hands of the priests of Northrum. The disappearance of all the residents of a welfare home in the capital... was kept completely under wraps, causing not a ripple. However, the rampant conscription within the city had subsided considerably in recent days.

Thanks to this, the residents were no longer afraid to go out. Whenever Mirad showed his face in the lower city, he would be surrounded by residents who wanted to admire the glory of the saint. They had all heard that there was a living saint who could cure all diseases and carry endless food running around in the capital. Fortunately, the monsters secretly helped to maintain order, and there was no stampede.

"Is it finally time to make a move, Lord Mirad?"

Hiolitta raised his head from his chest, his scarlet eyes blinking.

"If I wait any longer, I'll really become a well-behaved and devout nun..."

Kissfield interjected, "I don't think there's anything wrong with it. A short girl like her is quite pleasing to the eye when she's pretending to be a well-behaved nun."

"Why should I care if you're pleasing to the eye! I'll give you a sap-reducing drug one day...!"

Amidst the noisy commotion, Mirad's lips curled into a slight smile.

(End of this chapter)