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

Chapter 38 Goodbye
"I chose you for this mission because I value your abilities and admire you..."

The priestess, with her full head of silver hair, was still vigorous. She was trembling, having just vented her anger on her attendants; the air of authority she usually tried to maintain had completely vanished.
“I wasn’t planning on asking what you were doing sneaking out alone last night… but what about those fireworks? Do you know how embarrassed I was when that old bastard Vesegram asked me about it?”

"Well, I don't know~ Aren't the neighbors saying that the local magic academy is testing new magic?"

Kissfield suddenly became interested in her manicure, bending her fingers and looking at them from left to right. "Maybe it's a protest and demonstration against us. After all, the academy and the royal family are in cahoots."

This old woman clearly suffered a setback in the negotiations because King Visegrahn used this issue to his advantage. Although it wasn't my intention, it was still quite amusing to see her unable to control her anger.

As Kissfield examined her manicure, she couldn't help but let out a soft snort. The priest, seeing her nonchalant attitude, grew even more annoyed, gritting his teeth, "You'd better know your place..."

"Location? I know perfectly well~ Aren't you just the last remaining hero in your faction, High Priest? Saying you value me, admire me... isn't it just because you couldn't find any other hero to do this? Oh dear, you put it so nicely, I'm starting to envy your shamelessness... If you were that wealthy, you wouldn't have been forced into this situation by Nosculim~"

"I've already put up with you wearing this flamboyant outfit to the limit. If you still think you can do whatever you want because of your status, then..."

The priest's words were interrupted again, and Kissfield, with a defiant look on her face, swung her leg back and forth.

"What? A little brat from an orphanage, or his biological parents whose whereabouts I don't know? What are you going to use this time? Seriously, if you can actually find them to blackmail me, I might have to thank you."

Sorry, everyone at the orphanage. I have to pretend I don't care about you here.

Silently apologizing to the children in her heart, Kissfield watched with satisfaction as the priest's face turned from pale to a deep liver color.

"...but he's never one to mince words."

Perhaps it was a forced laugh born of anger, but the priest forced a stiff smile. "I can't win against you, and I won't argue with you about this. The king has clearly rejected our demands... his attitude is very firm. You know what to do next."

Knowing what this meant, the joy of Kissfield's small victory slowly seeped away from the hole in her heart.

"Where is the hero of Visegrand?"

"He's gone missing. He's probably been dealt with by the local church. They've pretty much achieved their goal. Without the hero, Visergrand is just a goose with a broken beak; anyone can strangle it."

A goose with a broken beak?
A dazzling golden hair flashed through Kieslfield's mind.

It's no wonder that this old woman couldn't defeat Northculim and ended up being kicked out of Rescadeer's inner circle when she missed such a level of intelligence.

The phrase "a goose with a broken beak" perfectly describes her.

"Yes, yes, I will do what I should do... fulfill the duty of a hero."

After ending her conversation with the older woman, Kieslfield took out a hand mirror to examine her makeup, making sure she hadn't aged several years because of the woman before putting the mirror away with satisfaction.

There really are different kinds of "old-fashioned." That older man was so likable, giving off a mature and reliable vibe. Unlike this old woman, all she could think about was a desperate comeback... She's past her prime but stubbornly refuses to admit it, it's awful.

With a smile, Kieslfield gave a thumbs-up to her worried attendant waiting outside the door. The little girl seemed to be infected by her optimism, and breathed a sigh of relief, revealing a gentle smile.

"Sister Kieslfield...should we attack this place?"

Only when they reached a secluded corner did she dare to grasp the hem of Kiesl's robe, allowing the hero to bend down and speak softly.

Sure enough, the atmosphere in the delegation had become so tense that even the children could sense that something was wrong.

With a sigh, and ignoring the other's protests, Kissfield vigorously ruffled her attendant's hair.

"No way. Do I look like a bad person? Would I do such a thing?"

“Ugh… hair… but, but, High Priestess, she…” “Don’t think so much, little one! Trust your sister, she’s so beautiful and strong, nothing can stop her.”

The young servant, tidying his hair, couldn't help but laugh when he heard Kissfield's words.
"Sister Kieslfield, you were clearly carrying a gun back yesterday, you could barely walk..."

"Cough, cough, what nonsense are you talking about, little kid! Oh, right, I saw some special candy for sale in the city yesterday, it looks just like a carrot, and I suddenly want to eat it... so I'll let you go buy it!"

The little girl tiptoed and gently patted Kissfield's head, mimicking the other girl's gesture. She knew, of course, that the smiling older sister was just making excuses to let her go to the city for a relaxing trip and to shut her up.

"I won't tell anyone else, as long as I'm the only one who saw it. Sister Kissfield, although I don't know what you're doing... please... be careful!"

Before Kissfield could answer, she ran off, her understanding nature tinged with a bittersweet smile.

Oh, uncle, what should I do?

……

Wait a minute, I don't think I had any money to buy candy for that child.

It's so lame to let a little kid use her savings to buy herself candy—

Kissfield clutched her head and wailed, quickly catching up with the little attendant.

Oh dear, I lost track of him...

Losing even a child is a grave disqualification for a brave person!

Kieslfield scratched her head. With the fair in full swing and the May Day festival approaching, Elcia was packed with people. The streets were filled with vendors selling local fruits and vegetables and children running around chasing each other.

Fortunately, the city was relatively safe. During the time the mission was stationed there, she had not heard of any serious crimes or child abductions, which gave her the courage to let the little girl go to buy candy alone.

But she hadn't expected that he would disappear from her sight as soon as she turned the corner.

Think about it, Kissfield, think about it, what places would a child like to go?

Candy store? Toy store?
Let's search all around!

Standing in front of a shop that specializes in dolls depicting the legendary resurrected saint, Kieslfield blinked.

It seems like I've run into someone I know.

"I want it! I want it! I want it! Although this doll doesn't look like Lord Mirad at all, don't you think its adorable, endearing appearance, as if it stepped out of a religious painting, is quite cute? And it's a limited edition in Elcia City!? You can't buy it anywhere else!"

The short nun clung to the hem of the man's robe, who looked troubled, and no matter how hard he tried, he showed no intention of leaving the doll shop.

"Ah, a very big and very lewd hot female hero."

Turning her head slightly, she saw a potential enemy standing to the side. Siolitta subconsciously let go of her hand, and Mirad was finally freed from his restraints, straightening his clothes that had been stretched out of shape.

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