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

Chapter 34 A Date with a Monster (2)

Kieslfield, the hero of Rescade.

The junior who had just discussed magic with me the day before yesterday.

Mirad never expected to hear this name from Obola. According to Baphomet, this hero was one of the people she was trying to atone for.

"Do you know him?"

Noticing the subtle change in Mirad's expression, Opola tentatively spoke up, "I only met that girl once when she was little. Since then, I have kept a reasonable distance from her and have never interfered too much in her life."

“She made a very deep impression on me,” Mirand said. He had ordered a cup of herbal tea earlier, which had cooled considerably. He took a small sip, the fragrance filling his mouth, followed by a slightly bitter aftertaste. “She’s very talented, a rising star.”

"It sounds like she's become a capable and independent hero." Obora lowered her thick eyelashes, held the cup, and blew on it gently, her perfectly controlled condensation ruffling the tea.

“Hmm.” Mirad nodded slightly. Having made a prior agreement with Kissfield, he didn't really want to continue talking about her. Hearing Kissfield's name from Obora was indeed unexpected, but that was all. Given Obora's method of atonement, Kissfield might never know until her death that such a demon had been watching over her.

What she thinks and chooses at that time is not something Mirad can interfere with.

However, the fact that she was sent as an envoy to Visegrain at this time suggests that she is highly valued in Rescuej and entrusted with important responsibilities.

"How...is she? Is she happy? Is she smiling?" Her hands trembled almost imperceptibly, a thin layer of frost forming on the surface of the tea, but Obora seemed oblivious, her head bowed as she spoke to herself.

“Living in that kind of country, I’ve always wanted to take her away from there. But…”

"...Quite lively."

Mirad recalled Kieslfield's cheerful and outgoing manner, calling him "Uncle" repeatedly, and decided not to tell Obora the truth.

I don't know what the situation is like in Rescuej, but it seems that Kieslfield hasn't gone astray... As for whether that appearance is just a facade, Milad, who has only met her a few times, can't tell.

On the contrary, Obora's concern for Kieslfeld surprised him... If we're talking about acting skills, she's comparable to Siolitta.

He looked at the other person and met their gaze directly into those golden eyes. The demon's breath caught in its throat, and it immediately looked away in silence.

"But you mentioned Rescadeer... isn't the atmosphere there suitable for children to grow up in?"

My knowledge of Rescademirad is limited to snippets of conversation with those around me and records in the monastery and college libraries.

Through these fragments, he was able to roughly piece together in his mind an image of a powerful but indifferent country that was obsessed with the people's livelihood, with its top leaders indulging in extravagance and using heroes to extort money from other countries.

It's hard to imagine that such a nation would be one of the facets of the Church of God today.

“A stressful environment can make people depressed,” Obora said, looking at the tea in her hand that had turned into a shaved ice. It was clearly undrinkable. She sighed, then picked up a children’s spoon and began scooping it out, spoonful by spoonful. “Excessive repression can lead to distortion and madness. If there is no way to relieve it, the accumulated filth will eventually turn into a torrent, sweeping across the entire country. At that time, no one, regardless of status or wealth, will escape destruction… Hmm, I’m exaggerating. But I still believe that children should not grow up in such an environment.”

"...I will go and see for myself."

The oppressive domestic environment sounds utterly absurd. How could God allow such a nation to exist? Love and mutual assistance are what He has always advocated. While the homeland in Milad's memory may not be a heavenly kingdom, everyone's face was always filled with smiles.

“Kreteia… should now be called the White Wasteland. I’ve heard about the unusual activity there,”

Opolas stuck out her tongue and licked the remaining ice crystals off the spoon. It didn't taste very good... She frowned. She definitely needed to add sugar. Baphomet instinctively reached into his pocket for candy, only to find that his outfit didn't have any pockets.

But this was no problem for her! Taking out honey from her personal storage space and pouring it over the iced black tea, Opola continued...

"The resurgence of that ancient demon king... is not far off. Some sisters say it will be within a month, but I don't quite agree. After seeing you, I am even more convinced that the ancient king will open his eyes the moment you set foot on the white wasteland."

"...Whether it's out of hatred or some other reason, it's perfectly reasonable."

Mirand nodded; he had been mentally prepared for this outcome. The feeling was less like a fleeting premonition and more like a firm belief in a predetermined fact.

"Are you prepared to meet it?" Baphomet's voice was soft and gentle, as if deliberately avoiding touching Mirad's wounds. "I died before your final battle, and I only pieced together the details of what happened later..."

"At worst, it's just another battle against the Demon King. I could do it in the past, and I can do it now."

He would defeat his opponent once more, and then reclaim his homeland, frozen in the river of time. This was a decision he had made long ago.

Looking at Mirad's resolute face, which almost overlapped with the one she had just used to kill her, Obora felt a tickle on her neck. A warm current from somewhere made her bring her legs together.

"Hiss... This time, I will witness it to the very end..."

Obora's expression gradually turned strange. Her trembling hands gripped the cup, and she gulped down several mouthfuls of iced red tea before recovering, exhaling a puff of white mist.

He looked away and remained silent for a long time.

Goosebumps appeared on his arms.

Once Obola recovered, a thin layer of sweat appeared on her forehead, and she took out a handkerchief that Mirad recognized to wipe it off.

This time, not only did he get goosebumps, but Mirand also broke out in a cold sweat.

"...You should remove the repelling spell first. The waiter delivering the food has passed by the stall door five times already, and the food is getting cold."

Mirad wisely refrained from asking Obola the reason for her sudden abnormal state. Obola's cheeks flushed slightly, clearly unwilling to explain anything, and she simply hummed in response before dispelling the repelling spell.

The waiter, who was anxiously searching for the mysteriously disappeared cubicle, finally spotted her target—it was right in front of her! How could she have missed such an obvious door?
The waiter placed the marinated fish and confit duck leg on the table and looked at the two diners.

The blond, embarrassed-looking guy, and the little girl with her eyes averted and ears bright red… Are they father and daughter? They look like they just had a fight…

It's okay, she handles this situation very well. It's mostly due to homework or family conflicts... all she needs to do is make them realize that they are still inseparable!

The waiter pulled out his notebook, flashing a perfectly professional smile.

"We're having a special offer on father-daughter and mother-daughter套餐 (set meals) right now, you two should try them..."

"Ah, you misunderstood..."

"I'll have one." Meeting Mirad's astonished gaze, Obora remained calm, smiling and nodding in acknowledgment. If you ignored her flushed ears, she had completely transformed back into the dignified, mature, and composed professor on the podium!

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