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

Chapter 49 The Unquenchable Heart Furnace Burns the Heavens (5)

"...Uncle, you're really amazing. I wish I had your skills back then."

Kieslfield spread her legs, using the flaming spikes on her heels to maintain her balance as she moved at high speed. Her four fiery wings flapped, blowing out tiny, shimmering sparks that trailed her in a crimson path through the air, further distancing herself from Miralla.

She couldn't gain the upper hand in the continuous high-intensity close-quarters combat. The resurrected saint before her lived up to the name bestowed upon her by posterity. In the ensuing entanglement, she clearly felt she could gain the upper hand in terms of strength, but she was always cleverly neutralized with skill, rising from the ashes from the disadvantage.

“That little girl from the Northculim family is very strong, so strong that I can barely keep up with her pace. But even someone like her has never shown a genuine smile in Rescade.”

She had almost completely devoured the Gigantamax☆Shining Fireballs that served as her supply, so she simply slowed down her attack and absorbed the dissipated magic power.

Mirad held the golden holy sword in front of him, but did not attack.

Did they see that she was running out of steam and therefore didn't choose to pursue her?
I don't want to push myself too hard, lest I resort to truly desperate measures...

In just a few minutes of fighting, Kissfield was already certain that the man in front of her wasn't using his full strength, although she was in the same boat!
"The heroes are all kind-hearted people, so they can't break free from their shackles and take the decisive path. They're all incredibly stupid. They obey the orders of those who benefit from the system, they won't resist when threatened, and they can only silently endure being forced to do things against their will. In the eyes of the elders in the council... we're probably just a bunch of useful, intimidating weapons that can make people obey."

Kiesl raised her right hand, her heart pounding faster and louder, like the tolling of a bell.

As if receiving a premonition, the remaining Gigantamax Shiny Fireballs floating in the air swiftly crashed into Kieslfield's body.

“Turning the sword against one’s own people, brutally suppressing rebellious armies, intimidating weaker nations with force… all we receive are these blood-soaked orders from beginning to end. Uncle, don’t you think this kind of Rescueyer is amazing? I can’t possibly lie and order others to do bad things with a clear conscience; that would be utterly lame.”

"But you have broken free of your shackles and made up your mind to slay the evil dragon."

Mirad did not stop Kieslfield from absorbing all the Red Stars.

Since neither side can convince the other with their reasoning, the only option is to use force to subdue the other.

Kissfield thought so, and so did Mirard.

Although they had only known each other for a short time, they both realized that the other was not someone who could be easily changed by others.

His salvation clashed with Kissfield's justice, and only the one who remained could carry out his own path.

Therefore, they kept it a secret.

This battle ended without any peace talks.

"Because I am the beautiful, strong and unconventional Kieslfield, everyone says that my smile can bring warmth to people! I used to think that I could bring hope to everyone just by smiling. However... it is wishful thinking to melt Rescadeer's ice with attitude and smile alone. I gave up on this idea a long time ago."

However, the habit of smiling at others has remained.

Kieslfield's smile is indeed very beautiful.

A carefree, flamboyant smile bloomed on the girl's youthful and vibrant face, revealing a set of silver teeth.

That smile held a wild and confident intensity that seemed to burn everything in its path, as radiant as if fueled by life itself.

"Later I figured it out. Everything was just because I wasn't strong enough. The little girl from the Noskurium family was strong, but not strong enough, so she couldn't change Rescadeer. I was even weaker than her, so I had no chance of changing that awful and pathetic country."

"That's not wrong. There are many other methods, but force is undoubtedly the most convenient and quickest."

"Uncle, you know very well~ I thought you would say something like, 'Even if the other party is a bad person, it is wrong to hurt others!' Such old-fashioned and outdated words... Is the way of the Resurrected Saint really this open? I'm quite impressed with you, Uncle!"

The raging magic within the Crimson Star became docile and soothing before Kieslfir, the remnants of creation flowing into her chest, and the crystal embedded within her body radiated an increasingly dazzling light.

“However, since you agree with my approach, why do you still want to stop me?” “I don’t agree. Moreover, I cannot accept the death of a promising junior in exchange for the deaths of villains, so I will defeat you and find a way to keep you alive.”

Mirad looked into Kieslfield's eyes. "And I really like your smile."

The unexpected answer caused Kissfield's breath to catch in her throat, followed by a violent cough. When she looked up again, her face was completely red.

"Talking about this now? Never mind... Uncle is definitely an uncle, just like a child, he has the privilege of saying weird things regardless of the occasion... That's really amazing! But, save those kinds of things for the girl you like, Uncle~"

At this point, Kieslfield's face turned awkward.

"Uh... is he still alive?"

Amused by the other party's reaction, Mirad shook his head with a smile.

"No more."

"Oh, sorry, sir. I brought up something that upset you. I'll be more careful next time! ...But, there probably won't be a next time."

They both knew that the brief banter and jokes were just a way to relax when they were both on edge; the real battle was never over.

Kieslfield's smile faded, revealing her sharp edge.

She had absorbed all the Gigantamax Shiny Fireballs she had released before, and her magic power was so abundant that it could solidify into tiny flames with each breath she took in and out.

"Anyway, I'm all set, right? Now, I'll be at my peak... So, try your best to survive, old man. I'm waiting for you to read my eulogy."

Mirad remained silent, only continuously pouring magic into the holy sword in his hand. The originally illusory sword body now became solid, revealing the terrifying magic power contained within!
Molten gold-like liquid flowed from Kieslfeld's eyes, turning the whites of her eyes gold as well—an overflowing, untamed magic.

The number of fiery wings on her back increased from four to six, and the light was brutally distorted at their edges. The silent flames broke through Mirad's insulation layer in an instant, burning his unprotected clothes to ashes.

Fighting spirit, skill, intellect, magical power.

At this moment, she had reached the pinnacle of her life!

However, there was no smile on Kieslfeld's face.

Only by standing at the top can one realize how powerful the man in front of them is and how much effort he is worth!
"I will use my body as a furnace to unleash the fire of divine punishment upon the world, burning away all injustice!"

If the gods cannot judge, let them do it themselves.

With power, you can change everything.

Now that she has the power, she should be able to judge sinners and change everything.

The only thing separating us from final victory is defeating the person standing in our way.

She was a usurper, an arrogant woman, and also a woman of justice.

She wanted to defeat the other side, to defeat their justice.

Thus, the girl raised her head high, magic flowed through her limbs and bones, and her clear voice echoed in the sky.

"Undying Hearth· Scorching Retribution"

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