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

Chapter 29 Idol
The magic circle that transferred people from elsewhere to Elcia was not the long-distance teleportation magic circle that Siolitta had mentioned, which led directly to the White Wasteland.

The reason why teleportation magic is a superior form of magic with immense strategic value is because it is a perfect solution for the control and transportation of various strategic resources. When magic supply is sufficient, sending a small team of heroes deep into enemy territory to carry out a decapitation strike against the monster leader while other forces feign an attack is a tactic commonly used in Mirad's era.

And now, such magic circles can be found all over the bustling Elsia... What is the culprit trying to transfer here?
It wasn't hard to guess. But Mirad still couldn't believe that a church could have fallen so low.

"Since you chose to tell me, does that mean the monster knew this fact and had a plan against it?"

"Although you tried to be discreet, you still gave yourself away quite a bit. You should know what the people of Rescadeer are up to, right?"

Hiolitta made a face.

From their initial encounter in the tomb, to her revelation of the teleportation magic circle leading directly to the wasteland, and now to exposing the mastermind's hidden scheme within Elsia City… Siolitta has consistently used these subtle tactics to influence her decisions. Undeniably, most of what she reveals is crucial information she desperately needs, and as the daughter of the Demon King, her understanding of monsters is profound. While this might seem like a waste of her talents, her skillful use of spatial creation magic allows her to easily carry heavy luggage… If one ignores her monster identity and tolerates some of the noise during the journey, Siolitta would indeed be a very good travel companion.

However, Mirad still didn't know what she was planning.

It was the fans' eager expectation of their idol that made her shine, and she sat in the first row of the audience to enjoy the view.
Or perhaps the young girl, filled with longing for her beloved, leads him step by step to the place she has prepared for his confession.

Or perhaps a wicked schemer used a calculated move to force himself into the enormous web she had woven?

You can't have all three, can you?

Looking up, she met the gaze of the smiling Hiolitta. Hiolitta neither dodged nor avoided her gaze, her scarlet eyes shimmering with a watery light.

Mirad suddenly remembered the shallow kiss in the tomb that had embarrassed him so much; the warm touch seemed to still linger on his lips.

...He never really understood what the opposite sex was thinking. His unrequited first love was like that, and so was Siolitta's.

Even though it was essentially a demon, Mirad had subconsciously come to regard it as an equal. Realizing this, he could only lament that his sword had become even duller.

“I will resolve the hidden crisis in Elcia. As a hero, I cannot stand idly by. Until then, I will try to ignore your petty tricks.”

"So, you mean I can be a little more unrestrained with you before the crisis is over?" With a playful twist on his meaning, Hiolitta's tongue brushed against her lips, as if she were savoring the memory of how she had just nibbled on Mirad's finger.

“You know that’s not what I meant.” Having spent some time with her, Mirad had fully grasped the principle of saying less and making fewer mistakes. As long as he didn’t give Hyolitta any room to make a fuss, her sharp tongue wouldn’t bother him.

Sure enough, seeing her lukewarm response, Hiolitta lost interest in continuing to tease her with words. Her expression collapsed, and she became as sluggish as a deflated balloon, making it hard to bear ignoring her.

Mirad withdrew his hand, which was about to comfort her. "You really enjoy acting... I can't see any flaws in your performance."

...and her acting skills surpassed those of any professional or amateur actor Mirand knew. Even knowing she was feigning helplessness to gain sympathy, Mirand, who considered himself as hard as stone, still felt a sudden, instinctive tightening in his chest.

The monsters of a thousand years ago couldn't do this. In his memory, even the monsters most adept at blending into human groups would sometimes exhibit an inappropriate sense of alienation. Such highly human-like behavior from Siolita would never have been detected by his fellow members of the Holy Mirror Guard in the past.

Such beings either possess an extreme understanding of humanity, enabling them to fully reproduce the fluctuations of human emotions, or... are themselves completely capable of comprehending human emotions and intellectual cores, making them no different from humans.

"Hehehe, it's not as good as you say, Lord Mirad. I've just loved watching plays and reading novels since I was a child, and I'm particularly fascinated by art that lies between fiction and non-fiction~"

A simple compliment made her sit up abruptly, her whole world transformed. She bounced around on the bed like a chicken roll, her pride and joy completely undisguised.

"Is it really something to be happy about just being praised by me?"

"Of course! After all, you are Lady Mirad~ I wouldn't be this excited if it were anyone else."

"Idol"—he didn't believe his actions could command such worship from monsters. Ultimately, why did Siolitta regard him as an idol? Idol worship was as perplexing to Mirad as the opposite sex.

It is neither pure nor great, and most of the time it is mixed with the selfish desires of its worshippers.

Mirad is not averse to idol worship. In humanity's most difficult times, he even needs to cast a permanent light spell on himself to boost morale, and he will actively cater to the people's expectations of a savior hero.

But everything he did was based on the knowledge that he could bring hope to others. As long as there was something to look forward to, the days weren't so hard to endure.

Hiolitta, daughter of the Demon King, and Lilim, whose power is unfathomable. Why would she need a spiritual anchor, or an old relic to replenish her hope?

"Why do you idolize me? In terms of strength, you should be far superior to me." Mirad asked, looking at Siolitta.

"Eh, you're only asking this now? Lord Mirad, really... Let me think... Hehe, it's probably better to keep this secret, isn't it? Mystery is the best medicine for maintaining curiosity~ So, do you feel more interested in knowing me now, Lord Mirad?"

As expected, the arrogant and mischievous succubus wouldn't give him the answer he wanted. The bed, which the succubus had been rolling around on, was filled with the scent of Hyolitta. To avoid an embarrassing morning, Mirad decided to sleep on the floor tonight.

"...However, if I had to say, I really admire Lord Mirad's purity." Siolitta's teasing tone softened considerably.

Pure? Mirand paused in his act of laying out the mattress.

It doesn't sound like a compliment; it's probably not a roundabout way of criticizing myself.

After all, I heard from an old friend that the Eastern countries had a method of using the phrase "as pure as ever" to subtly criticize someone while praising them. I was quite naive back then and was completely taken aback by what I heard.

That's it for now, go to bed first.

He's asleep, Lord Mirad.

Sorry, I'd like to sleep a little deeper now.

She leaned closer to the closed-eyed saint and sniffed. Confirming that the saint was clean and free of any other odors, Hiolitta narrowed her eyes and smiled like a white cat that had just stolen some fish.

Taking Lord Mirad's robe out of her personal space, Siolitta's gaze lingered for a moment on the two sweat stains on the back of the robe, which were larger than her face, before her right hand subconsciously touched her own.

Should we really try using the Enrichment Magic...? Even though she's only a hundred years old, she still has plenty of room to grow...

No! That's not important! The most important thing right now is...!
She buried her face in the fabric, trying to absorb the scent of Lord Mirad's magic from the complex array of aromas!

Hmm, saffron, rose, and orange blossom... no, no, this is the perfume of that hot girl hero!
Lord Milad's scent is more subdued...

Ah, I feel it. A comforting taste.

As expected, Lord Mirad's magical scent is the best...

Siolitta curled up, her legs intertwined, embracing the fabric in her arms, the succubus trying to feel the lingering warmth of the clothing.

She should keep her old clothes safe and sound... Lady Mirad just needs to wear the brand new clothes she prepares.

(End of this chapter)