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

Chapter 21 Atonement
Obora never forgot the memories before she was killed by Mirad's team; on the contrary, they became clearer with the passage of time.

It looked around, admiring its masterpiece. Sacrifices pierced and scattered all over the mountains, soldiers tearing at their companions' limbs, their bodies consumed by madness, and the fanatical believers, incited and bewitched by its own words and foolish gold, wielding their knives against the weaker.

…It was disgusting. The filth and blood on her hands could never be washed away; it was the nightmare that had jolted her awake countless nights over the past thousand years. She remembered their faces and the shapes of their souls, just so that she could atone for her mistakes in the endless cycle of reincarnation.

That's human nature. The scales of reason and madness can be tipped in two with the slightest nudge; reason merely takes advantage of the vulnerability and adds the final straw that breaks the camel's back.

…This is what a demon is. Its nature is evil; plundering life is its instinct, and blaspheming intellect is its very nature. She didn't want to relive those feelings, being a puppet in the hands of the gods, whose thoughts were nothing more than how to kill more efficiently.

In the fierce wind that swept across the hills like a banshee wailing, the dazzling golden hair was blown about, like a ball of golden fire... which truly disgusted it.

…The dazzling swordsman raised his holy sword high, its blazing light piercing through the dark clouds and the blood moon. How striking was his golden hair, and how noble was his posture as he condemned his sins.

It is the crown prince of the demon king, Baphomet who spreads madness.

She is a sinful traveler, and Obola, who brings life.

It and she are Baphomet and Obola.

"Mirad, it's been a long time."

After a long silence, Obora looked into the man's eyes.

She saw anger, confusion, disappointment, and disgust.

It also made her anxious.

"...There are students passing by here, let's find another place to talk."

Mirad's gaze never left the diminutive monster; he wanted to ensure that if it made any rash move, he could instantly sever its mind-controlling head.

The overwhelming tension caused the students to instinctively move to the sides of the corridor, remaining silent and trembling. Only after watching the three figures disappear from their sight did they begin to discuss the matter with a sense of lingering fear.

"So the cult finally found out about the professor's research...?"

"I think it's more like the higher-ups in the cult want to get the professor's secret to eternal youth."

"That blond priest's eyes clearly showed love turned to hate! He's definitely having an affair!"

"...? You need to tone down your romantic fantasies."

"There's a problem: if they arrest the professors, who will evaluate our experimental field and assign grades? The other professors don't seem to care about this..."

"I am grass."

Walk through the corridor, and at the end is Obora's office.

"Please forgive my humble abode."

It's more like an open-air greenhouse than an office, with half the area occupied by cultivation fields, where the tender green leaves of seedlings tremble with the magical energy filling the air.

Baphomet gestured for two high chairs, indicating that Mirad and Siolitta should sit down.

Frowning, Mirad slowly sat down after confirming the chair wouldn't suddenly transform into a torture device, her body still tense, ready to strike at any moment. Hyolitta, on the other hand, was much more relaxed, even having the leisure to play with the ornamental plants beside her. "I've imagined many times what it would be like when we meet again… but I never imagined it would be so abrupt," said young Baphomet, her face stern, behaving rather reservedly despite being in her own office, like a student nervously preparing for a defense. "I know you have many questions. If you give me a little patience, I can certainly give you satisfactory answers."

“You have no blood on you, nor any murderous intent. That’s why I didn’t attack you the moment I learned your identity, but my trust and tolerance for you end here.”

Baphomets are skilled at bewitching and inciting, and enjoy using various factors to incite infighting among humans, thereby efficiently killing them. They are also highly proficient in magic and physical combat, making them a rather troublesome race among high-level monsters. Generally speaking, it takes at least two heroes to barely defeat an ordinary Baphomet.

Although the other party's body has been replaced by a little girl, her strength may not be inferior to what it was back then... Taking her to the Earth's core after restricting spatial transfer is a good option. Silently making plans, Mirad then asked, "Tell me, what is your purpose here, and what is your true intention in promoting the new crop?"

"We will investigate the effects of magic on crops in a non-magical environment, and collect corresponding data. At the same time, introducing new crops into the market will test public acceptance and prepare for further promotion."

Obora pulled out a stack of papers and pushed them toward Milady to look at.
"The ultimate goal... is to eliminate hunger on the continent."

That's a perfectly respectable reason.

Mirad quickly scanned the submitted papers, which were indeed very academic discussions. The comparative analysis of data and the feasibility study on large-scale planting were all presented in a very professional manner, without any errors or loopholes.

"If it were Fourth Sister, she would probably have the crops imbued with the magic of monsters and gradually promoted them, establishing a pillar industry while uniting the people's hearts, stopping the trend before that country is about to fall into an even greater tragedy, and turning the country into the Demon Realm in one fell swoop~"

Sillyta casually uttered some truly remarkable words, while fiddling with the white flower she had picked.

"What are you thinking? Although we've been sharing a room with you, Obora, for a long time, these crops don't seem to be showing any tendency to become like demonic plants~"

“We’re not being that extreme. Increased food production will lead to population growth, which will cause previously neglected wastelands to be cultivated… Human activity will also expand, increasing their opportunities to come into contact with us. As a result, single monsters will have a better chance of finding a husband they like,” Obora explained.

Compared to tampering with the crops, this approach was indeed much milder, but it was far too roundabout, and the vision it hoped to achieve was somewhat unrealistic. Too many variables could cause the entire plan to fail. Even Milad, who was long out of touch with the times, could conceive of several possible failures.

Ironically, Mirad genuinely believed that these powerful and cunning monsters were capable of such a fantastical feat.

"Now, let's discuss your own sins."

Obora did indeed die once; it was the real Obora.

He severed its head, skinned it, and then let the holy flames cleanse its filthy flesh. Mirad's fingers, hanging by his side, twitched slightly, as if he could still feel the tremor from when the holy sword pierced Baphomet's neck.

He didn't know how the monster was resurrected, or what its connection was to the Demon King's resurgence.
Although it died once, can the sins it committed be atoned for by a single death?
Even with impure motives, crop research can still save many impoverished families and prevent many people from starving to death on the roadside during famine years.

Will the scales of merit and demerit be balanced as a result?

It seems that only the forgiveness of the victims can truly determine whether sins are absolved. But now, the victims have all been through countless cycles of life and death, and only Mirad remains as the true eyewitness to the events.

The atmosphere, which had eased slightly, froze again, like prisoners awaiting trial. Upon hearing this, Obora instinctively straightened her back, stretching out the childlike curves of her chest.

“I retrieve the memories of victims from the river of memory, which have settled at the bottom. I seek out the reincarnated souls who have suffered, wishing them a smooth and happy life, and then handing them over to the memories of that incarnation at the end of their lives. The result is mostly forgiveness. A few will still denounce my hypocrisy, which I humbly accept, and repeat the above steps until I am forgiven.”

Obora was quite calm; the millennia-long search for thousands of souls seemed to pass in the blink of an eye to her, and all her preparations were for this very moment.

"Just a few more, just a few more, and I will be able to get all the victims' forgiveness."

Untying the bow at her collar, Baphomet revealed her once fair and smooth neck. The beauty of her swan-like neck was completely ruined by a ring of hideous wounds, these ugly scars like a collar locking Baphomet's throat... the mark Mirad had left on her body.

“This encounter was purely accidental. You were supposed to be last on my list. I didn’t intend to see you until I had atoneed. But it’s come to this… Tell me, what can I do to earn your forgiveness?”

Her voice sounded almost pleading.

(End of this chapter)