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

Chapter 31 Shadow in the Bubble

Mirad and Siolitta traversed almost the entire city of Elsia, discovering hundreds of such teleportation magic arrays. They appeared in every neighborhood, stealing public magic power to fuel their own illusions without being detected.

The destination of each transfer magic circle undoubtedly points to the Theocracy of Rescadeye.

Rescateye.

The current superpower with the second-highest overall national strength among the anti-monster nations controlled by the Main God Order, it has the world's largest production of heroes and is one of the very few nations with a fully staffed Order of Heroes.

Along with Eleudnir, where the Holy Land is located, it is considered the face of the main god's order.

Is it a nation that emerged and rose to power within a thousand years of my death...? Such a powerful nation extending its reach to Elcia must not be seeking love and peace.

He remembered clearly that among the guests attending the agricultural exposition were heroes and delegations from Rescadeye, and now it seemed that their purpose was definitely not as simple as just visiting.

In an extreme scenario, if all the teleportation magic arrays deployed within the city were activated, Rescadeer's legion could effortlessly enter the city and seize control of Elcia in a very short time, catching the city's garrison, who were busy maintaining order at the Agricultural Fair, completely off guard.

How could they have carried out these underhanded tricks without being discovered until now...? Or is the Kingdom of Visergran planning to wait for them to fall into their trap and then turn the tables on them?
Mirad crouched down to examine the teleportation magic circle located at the fountain in the center of the square. This was the 378th one they had discovered, while he pondered the plans of the Theocracy of Rescadeye.

He originally didn't want to get involved in politics, but the current situation can no longer be described as a political struggle; it could easily escalate into a war between the two countries.

“You knew about Rescadeer’s plan all along.” Mirad looked at Hiolitta, who was sitting on the edge of the fountain blowing soap bubbles, a string of shimmering bubbles floating across the square.

Without her reminder, Mirad wouldn't have been able to discover these well-hidden teleportation magic circles. But being led by the nose by Hyolita, he couldn't help but wonder if his current thoughts and subsequent actions were all part of her plan.

However, Mirad is not exactly shrewd; those who know him well generally know how he would act in this situation, so it's understandable that he was manipulated.

"Hmm, I knew that already. I told you, don't underestimate my intelligence network~ So, what should my dear Lord Mirad do next?" Siolitta's gentle breath propelled the bubble closer to Mirad, which finally burst upon touching his nose. "Hoo... I feel like I asked an unnecessary question?"

"Pretend nothing's wrong. Destroying the transfer magic circle will inevitably alert the Reskateer side, and their subsequent actions are unpredictable and uncontrollable. If I have the chance, I still need to talk to Kissfield... As a hero, she should know the pros and cons." With his vision completely obscured by the bubbles, Mirad could only hear the girl's voice echoing through the colorful light, "But since the monsters already knew about this, you should have made contingency plans, right?"

"Hmm, if Lord Mirad wants to know, you'll have to exchange it for ten minutes of holding hands, okay?"

"...Are you serious?"

A massive amount of bubbles flooded the surroundings, distorting and obscuring the scenery, leaving only the small space where Mirad and Hyolitta were.

“Hmm… consider this a rehearsal for tomorrow’s date with Miss Obora,” Hiolitta said, extending her fair right hand and spreading her fingers to make room for someone else’s. “Although you think this is an interrogation, Miss Obora might not see it that way, you know?”

"Absurd. I beheaded her, skinned her, and burned her body. How could she possibly have any affection for me?"

“Actually… I have a disease that will kill me if I don’t hold hands with Lord Mirad… and now I don’t have much time left…” Siolitta’s eyes reddened, and she let out intermittent sobs.

Mirad sneered, "Such a good thing?"

"You have five fingers on your left hand and I have four between my fingers on my right hand. We're a perfect match! What a coincidence! How can you bear to separate Ah Zuo and Xiao You?" Her pitiful look vanished instantly, and Hiolita spouted lies without batting an eye. She made such absurd things sound grand and righteous.

"...I feel that my left and right hands should be a pair." There's no point in arguing with her further; given her personality, the monsters should have been prepared for Rescateyer's actions long ago. Since that's the case, there's no need to get an answer from Siolitta.

As he pondered, a bubble drifted slowly by, its path destined to collide with Mirad's eyes in the next instant.

Mirad instinctively raised his hand to shield himself, but by the time he realized something was wrong, it was too late.

His raised hand was seized by the succubus's soft little hand, her slender fingers slipping between his fingers, while the girl's playful thumb slowly drew circles on Mirad's palm.

Somewhat itchy.

He tried to break free, but found himself powerless against it, just like Eugene had been the day before. Although Siolitta was small, her strength far surpassed his own... She didn't use that fixation spell; in fact, one could say she competed fairly and didn't cheat. She won the victory simply by relying on her understanding of Mirad and her own strength.

"Heh heh, I won! Lord Mirad's hand belongs to me now~ Let me enjoy these ten minutes!"

"You'd better explain your contingency plan to me within ten minutes."

Now that she had him under her control, Mirad simply squinted and waited to hear what tricks these monsters would pull this time.    

She didn't dislike the smog-filled city.

Perhaps, I could say I like it.

Standing by the window of the room prepared for the delegation by the Visergran royal family, the hero Kistfeier put her hands on her hips and took in the entire Elcia, which was immersed in a lively and festive atmosphere.

She saw commoners and the sons of high-ranking officials mingling together, climbing over the college fence, arm in arm, calling each other brothers.

She saw in the distance residents singing and dancing around the Mayflower Column, which represented part of the saint's body, picking flowers from the base and tucking them into their hair.

She saw shameless men and women embracing in public, expressing their love, and then walking hand in hand into a hotel.

The city was chaotic and disorderly, completely different from the capital she knew. It truly lived up to the Senate's description of it as a city full of filth.

But compared to Rescatje, the people living in this country are undoubtedly happier.

Yesterday's battle with the uncle seems to have been officially explained as the academy experimenting with a new type of magic.

Even with such a perfunctory and flawed announcement, people can still readily accept it and believe it to be true, forgetting yesterday's fear, confusion, and bewilderment, and facing today with carefree laughter and hope.

That's not blind faith in authority. Rather, it's the belief that tomorrow will definitely be better than today—a self-evident and irrational optimism.

That's also the kind of person she wanted everyone in Rescuetier to become.

Nobles and commoners must be kept separate, the reputation of the resurrected saint must not be tarnished, and the feelings between men and women should be buried deep in the heart.

Before setting off, the elders of the Senate repeatedly reminded themselves of this.

The priest is probably negotiating with the King of Vesegrain right now. If the negotiations break down, Rescateyer's blade will soon tear this smoky, yet somewhat beloved, city apart. Everything she finds and dislikes will be purified in the heavenly fire, and then a new order, belonging to Rescateyer, will be established on the ruins.

Anxiety spread like wildfire through my heart.

For some reason, Kissfield thought of the old man from yesterday.

He possessed formidable strength, yet there was an air of world-weariness about him in his brows, as if he were an ancient relic who had suddenly emerged from some unknown place after living in seclusion for hundreds of years.

Oh, uncle, what should I do?

He must have a way to deal with his current situation.

Kissfield was amused by the sudden thought that popped into her head.

How could she think so?

I'd only met that guy twice, and we'd only had a fight once. Not only did I forget to ask his name, but I also made him suffer by carrying me back and getting his clothes dirty.

When you meet him again, ask him his name.

I never considered the possibility that I would never see the other person again, nor did I realize that the fire of restlessness that had been spreading in my heart had already subsided.

As the morning light shone through, Kieslfield slowly stretched.

　The AI ​​version of Hiolitta's character art was included as a bonus chapter at the end of Chapter 3.

　　nun's habit + Lilim's characteristics

　　
　
(End of this chapter)