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

Chapter 53 Juniors and Seniors (Part 1)
Kieslfield had to admit that her little cage did look quite nice, and could be called a luxurious pigeon coop.

Velvet curtains draped from four exquisitely carved bedposts, and a thick, oriental-style carpet was enough to swallow all footsteps. The dressing table was also filled with top-quality, unopened cosmetics.

The air was filled with a faint scent of expensive incense, which smelled of agarwood and frankincense, with a hint of valerian root added... all of which are ingredients that have a calming effect.

It was the perfect place to stay while traveling, but unfortunately it was just a cage used to imprison her.

...Moreover, this pigeon coop didn't have any doors connecting it to the outside world; it only had a tiny window, about the size of a face, with crystal glass embedded in it, allowing her to glimpse the sky outside.

Even their regular meals are delivered using teleportation magic. How afraid are the people of Visergran of having any contact with me?
She checked and confirmed repeatedly that there wasn't even any surveillance magic set up in the room... She was being far too trusting of herself.

Kieslfeld lay on the soft bedding, her head hanging back over the edge of the bed, suspended in mid-air, her fiery red golden hair cascading down the carpet, covering the sheer black stockings she had casually tossed aside.

The world was upside down in her eyes.

Without using any magic, she simply let the blood rush to her head, squinting her eyes and enjoying the dizzying, bloating sensation of her head being filled with blood.

The dressing mirror seemed to be suspended from the ceiling.

In the inverted view, the person in the mirror has a rosy complexion, prominent breasts, delicate skin, and exquisite features even without makeup.

As expected of a powerful and beautiful hero! Kieslfield!

No, no, no, she doesn't look like she's about to die at all, does she?

When she woke up from her coma, she was already locked up here. Since she was willing to accept her loss, she didn't plan to try to escape, so she simply stayed here for two or three days.

During this period, she had her body checked many times, and no matter what the check was, the conclusion was the same: she was even healthier than before she connected to the magic furnace. Her body, which had been flushed by a massive amount of magic, did not seem to have any rejection or other adverse reactions. In short, she had a good appetite and was energetic in everything she did.

—Uncle.

"If I die, can you change Rescadeye for me? It might be asking too much, but..."

She seems to have said something like that.

Ugh... Doesn't this just make me look even more like a fool for giving my last words in such a serious manner? So lame.

She covered her burning cheeks, kicked her legs twice in frustration, and pushed Kissfield closer to the carpet.

Thump, thump.

Even a heartbeat that's usually so grating becomes jarring at times like this, standing out even more clearly against the backdrop of a quiet room.

A sense of relief, a feeling of being rescued from a disaster, completely contrary to her expectations, almost a wretched one, wrapped around her ankles like slippery algae floating in the rising tide.

As a result, I couldn't even die, how pathetic!

But... being alive is actually quite nice.

As the old man said, unexpected things can happen when you're alive. For example, it's entirely possible that his head is slowly emerging from the floor and staring at you right now...

"..." "..."

Two faces facing opposite directions froze simultaneously.

Kiesl was silent because she hadn't expected that the "uncle" would actually appear and even sprout from the ground, while Mirad was silent because Kiesl was currently completely naked.

Although the fierce battle and the fall were already fully exposed, those were out of necessity, completely different from the awkward yet calm moment of eye contact we are facing now.

Years of battlefield experience had taught Mirand that in such a terrible situation, saying nothing more was the right thing to do.

He then gave Kissfield a friendly smile and nodded, his head barely visible as he slowly descended, seemingly about to disappear into the floor at any moment.

"Wait, wait a minute, uncle!"

Looking up, she could see her own breasts. Of course, Kissfield knew how awkward her situation was, but if the old man left like this, who knew when she would see a human again...!
She hasn't spoken to anyone for several days; if this continues, her language skills will be ruined!
And she also wanted to know what was going on with Vesegra now!
So Kissfield suppressed her shame and, with the speed of a hero, flipped over to press her snow-white body between the blankets and the bed. She then wrapped the blankets around her slightly flushed skin and, in less than a tenth of a second, turned the bed into a long, off-the-shoulder dress that could barely cover her figure!
"Don't go, uncle! I'm all dressed! Chat with me for a bit, my tongue feels like it's going to rust!"

"...You look like you're recovering well,"

After a long silence, Mirad finally decided to rise from the floor and place the gifts he was carrying on the table. "Perfect timing, let's talk about your lifespan. I've been looking up some information these past few days, and there are quite a few cases like yours where people eventually survive..."

"Ah, well... actually, I think I'm not going to die very easily lately, uncle."

Started with such a weighty topic, Kissfield guiltily looked away, "Sorry to have troubled you for nothing..."

"Was there a mistake in the original calculation of magical power? Or is there some other reason?"

The hole in Kissfield's chest where the crystal had been embedded had completely healed. Noticing Mirad's gaze, Kissfield coughed and pulled the blankets tighter around herself.
"The specific reason... I'm not quite sure either. But as you can see, Uncle, I'm in excellent condition... Although using the Undying Heart Furnace White Flame Oath consumed about 40% of my magic power, I might not lose to you even at my current maximum output, Uncle?"

"I'll give you another more thorough examination later; this kind of thing can't be taken lightly... As for boasting, let's talk about that after you've fully recovered and your life is no longer in danger,"

Seeing that she still had the leisure to boast, Mirand felt much more at ease. "Are you settling in well here?"

"I'm getting used to it. It's been a long time since I've felt like I wasn't being watched, so I'm being a little presumptuous... Uncle, please just pretend you didn't see anything... okay?"

Some of Kissfield's long, highlighted blonde hair was wrapped in the blankets, while some playfully fell into the deep ravines... Her hair looked messy and disheveled, as if she hadn't combed it for days, but it couldn't hide the girl's natural beauty.

She grinned foolishly, her face flushed red.
"I didn't see anything, did I, sir!"

"Ah."

Mirad lowered his eyes. The girl in front of him was in the prime of her youth, and it was neither reasonable nor logical for her to have anything to do with an old relic like him who was lying on his back in a coffin.

Maintaining the right relationship and distance is an art, and he is not yet proficient in this regard.

...However, she now has a pretty good relationship with her seniors and juniors, Kieslfield.

If one party passes away, the other party will not be too saddened but will move forward with the other's wishes.

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