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

Chapter 36 A Date with a Monster (4)

Lord Milady reacted quickly indeed!

Even during a date, he can instantly weave a gabion to control an attacking assassin and protect his female companion. Hmm... no wonder he is a legendary saint.

Humming a hymn she had adapted, Siolitta brushed non-existent dust off her nun's habit and strolled toward the last assassin who had attacked.

Under the influence of the crowd-repelling magic, tourists and residents instinctively bypassed the cage that stretched across the center of the street, completely unaware of the assassin's presence inside.

The assassin, whose tongue was cut out from childhood, is unable to speak and can only make a "ho ho" sound like a broken bellows. Therefore, the magic he uses is a super-simplified version that does not require chanting.

No matter how she attacked or used magic, the solid stone pillar remained unmoved, not even a single stone fragment fell.

Siolitta leaned slightly forward, looking up at the assassin's increasingly desperate face.

Even highly trained, fearless assassins cannot help but feel fear in the face of absolute power that they cannot understand or resist.

"Miss Assassin~ You're the last one." Hiolitta's voice was as soft as a feather's whisper. "As for your companions, I've already made arrangements for their fates. Don't worry about them, okay? After all, you'll soon follow in their footsteps~"

Her approach was simple and brutal.

The men will be packaged and sent to the Demon Realm, while the women will be transformed into demonic objects and then packaged and sent to the Demon Realm, along with a Demon Realm newbie gift pack that includes the regeneration of a severed tongue. Hopefully, they will have a great time in the Demon Realm...

Looking at the trembling assassin, Siolitta suddenly burst out laughing.

"You really are like caged birds, used to being shackled. I know, I know, you have no right to choose. You've lived in the shadow of Rescadeer since childhood, your hands filthy, and you mistakenly believe that this is the fate and way of life you are meant to bear. Rest assured, I won't hold a grudge against you~ But, remember the sins of attacking Lady Mirad and Miss Obola... and strive to atone for them?"

The assassin's motive isn't hard to guess. Either they've learned that Obora is Baphomet and want to push her to publicly dispel her human form magic, exposing her true monster form and gain leverage; or they simply want to kill Obora and frame the church of Vesegrain to incite infighting, thereby forcing the moderate bishop to step down and making it easier to control Vesegrain… However, sending only such a small number of people shows that Miss Obora has been severely underestimated.

As for the possibility that the target was Mirad… let's set aside whether Rescadeer knew Mirad's saintly status. Even if he did, Rescadeer wouldn't be so audacious as to attack a living saint. Those assassins probably never imagined that their target was the resurrected saint beside them.

However, she didn't care much about what the higher-ups in Rescade were thinking.

After casually informing her fourth sister, who was always at the forefront of the attack, Siolitta turned her attention back to the assassin lady in front of her.

The assassin's body stiffened the instant her fingertips touched the stone pillar.

"Heh, heh heh... uh..."

The strange sensation of his tongue regrowing swept through his body. The moment the new tongue tip touched the palate, his thoughts almost froze. The assassin's legs went weak and he knelt down, clutching his throat with both hands, his cheeks flushed red from the unfamiliar sensation.

"Oh dear~ I almost forgot to remind you. A newborn tongue will remain sensitive. Especially when you meet your destined one in the future, even the slightest touch of your lips and tongue will feel like walking on clouds, right?"

Withdrawing her finger, Hiolitta lightly touched her lips with her fingertip, a mischievous smile on her face.

"Consider this my little punishment for you guys, hehe~ I guess I'm not that magnanimous after all."

The miracles of restoration commonly used by the Church of God are essentially about providing patients with vitality, or magic, so that their self-healing and resistance abilities can be maximized to achieve a healing effect.

If the disease is incurable by the human body's own healing and resistance... then all that is needed is to reshape the human body into a more powerful physical form.

To conceal the secrets behind the human body, the Church still considers magic that regenerates severed limbs taboo. The short horn representing a lesser succubus pierced through her hair and peeked out from her scalp; her still-developing, transparent wings and tail struggled to unfold, like the wings of a cicada just molted. The assassin's mocking breathy voice melted away due to the transformation of her body, changing into a soft and sweet hum.

With a slight frown, Siolitta used the cuff of her nun's habit to partially conceal the smile playing on her lips.
"Oh dear, keep your voice down... I'm getting a little embarrassed listening to you. Luckily, I have a magic spell to keep people away, otherwise it would have caused a huge commotion."

Hiolitta took a step back, lightly touching the ground with her toes to avoid wetting her leather boots with the puddles on the ground.
"Alright, let's go to the Demon Realm to atone for our sins and start a new life while we're at it~"

With a casual wave of her hand, she teleported the newly born lesser succubus and her gabion to the nearest demon realm.

Alright, alright, time to check on Lord Milad's date progress!
Her senses silently enveloped the Beech House. Hmm...? It seems the timing is just right.

Hiolitta could sense the growing ambiguity between Mirad and Obola! Now neither of them dared to look directly at each other, and even though they were far apart and she could only see the screen but not hear the sound, she could still smell the bittersweet scent of that romantic comedy.

Well, Obora's got some skills. Looks like I don't need to worry about her relationship with Lord Mirad anymore.

Um…?
After saying one sentence, Obora closed her eyes? That nervous and fearful expression after mustering all her courage to speak her mind, and then waiting for the result, could it be... a confession?

How could this be? That girl, she hasn't even seriously confessed to Lord Mirad yet, and he beat her to it!

The tip of her tongue moistened her dry lips, and the unexpected situation excited Hiolitta.

Speaking of which, what's Lord Mirad's expression right now...?
Shocked, stunned, incredulous.

"No wonder. Anyone would react the same way if a former mortal enemy suddenly confessed their feelings to them."

Hiolitta was completely absorbed, talking to herself in a voice only she could hear, as if she were merely an audience member standing below the stage, gazing up at the two performers on stage.
"Confessing on the second meeting? With Lord Mirad's personality, he'll definitely reject her, of course~ Sure enough, the two of them look like melted chocolate stuck to their faces, unable to get rid of it. It'll definitely get even more awkward later, right? Miss Obora's look of wanting to sneak away but failing miserably, hehehe... Hmm?"

I sensed that the two people seemed to have suddenly reached some kind of understanding, quickly paid their bill, left the restaurant, and walked towards me with friendly expressions.

"What...what happened?"

That imposing aura made Hyolitta involuntarily take a half-step back. Was it someone coming to confront her and demand an explanation?
But she hasn't done anything yet, and it feels like she's about to be devoured alive...!
In the blink of an eye, the two had arrived in front of Hiolitta.

A shadow silently enveloped her. Sillyta slowly raised her head, meeting Mirad's condescending gaze, with Obora standing behind him, her face stern.

"Ugh, what's with those expressions? It looks like a couple secretly playing house with their real daughter and getting caught..."

...Why do their faces look darker?
The oppressive aura emanating from them reminded Siolitta of the unsettling memories of her usually unserious parents suddenly becoming serious when she got into trouble as a child.

Oh dear, did I really cause trouble again without realizing it?
Since things have come to this, let me apologize first.

Then, the white-haired succubus revealed a fawning smile.

"Hey, you two, is it possible to reconcile?"

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