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

Chapter 56 Ghost Story Appreciation Session (Part 1)

"In a quiet alley late at night... a couple who had just finished work and were finally able to relax were making out. They had only recently started dating, and their attempts at intimacy were still very inexperienced, yet they were also very engrossed. So, neither of them noticed what was happening."

In the quiet room, Hiolitta's deliberately lowered, eerie voice drifted and echoed, her scarlet eyes gleaming in the darkness.

"An anomaly occurred."

Mirad, his face expressionless, repeated Hiolitta's words.

He recalled that he had only casually asked Siolitta about Kieslfeld's current situation.

But this playful Lilim insisted on having a ghost story appreciation session with him and Obora before she would tell him the relevant information.

Ghost stories... Ghosts, those things that remain in the world out of resentment, run away faster than the changing face of the Hyolita... Those who don't run away and choose to stay are mostly remnants of the main god's believers, praying for his release.

Is that kind of thing really that scary?

Obora remained expressionless. "...Didn't they realize their work wasn't actually finished? The assassins they were supposed to deal with had already crept up behind them, preparing to kill two birds with one stone?"

These past few days, she's been working non-stop as the person in charge of the agricultural expo. After the expo, she still has to go back to the college to handle the students' graduation matters. One second she's sitting in her room admiring the students' nonsensical masterpieces, and the next second she's dragged over by Hiolitta to participate in this boring activity... Her pent-up frustration is almost materializing.

"Stop interrupting me, you two! Just listen to my story! And don't bring up any real people! This is a fictional story, completely fictional!"

Hiolitta huffed, "Where were we... Oh right, couples so engrossed in their intimacy didn't notice anything amiss..."

Far from the hustle and bustle of the city, in a secluded and dimly lit alley.

"Eugene... I'm a little hot..."

Leaning against her boyfriend's chest, the female warrior's voice was muffled.

"Ah, I don't feel bad at all. Klinshid, are you running a fever because you're overworked...?"

Eugene placed his hand on Klinshead's shoulder, and when she didn't react, he tentatively pressed the back of his hand against her forehead.
"Uh... the temperature is normal, no fever. Did you use too much magic when you were fighting the scouts...?"

"...Gu."

Resigned to her fate, she closed her eyes and clenched her right fist, lightly pounding her oblivious boyfriend's chest.
"Sigh, never mind. I can't expect a blockhead like you to suddenly learn to understand subtext after falling in love... But this is no longer subtext, it's practically outright, isn't it?"

"I just feel that doing this kind of thing outside is really..."

Eugene blushed. Of course, he wasn't completely oblivious. "We've only been dating for less than a week. We should wait until we're married to talk about this."

……

...Krinshid did not reply.

At this distance, he could clearly sense even the slightest tremor in the other person's body.

What happened?
Enemy attack? Or something else...

Eugene looked into the other person's eyes. Knowing his girlfriend as he did, he knew that even if the Demon King himself came, he couldn't scare her to this extent.

He saw it in Klinshid's eyes.

A small, swaying, enchanting, blue-green flame.

Floating in mid-air. Oh, right. There really is something that could scare her, and that is…

"A ghost, a will-o'-the-wisp—"

The soprano's piercing scream shattered the silence of the alley.

"'Ghosts, will-o'-the-wisps—'...that's what the newly dating couple supposedly disappeared on a peaceful spring night in Elcia..."

After telling the short story, Hiolitta blinked, and the two small red lanterns flickered on and off... She seemed to be waiting for the audience's response.

"Zero points. If it just disappeared like that, how did you know it happened?" Judge Obola gave the first score.

“…Eugene and Klinshead told me about this. Except for the ending, it’s basically a direct copy of their experience.” In the darkness, Judge Mirand shook his head.

"That's how ghost stories are! You outdated old-fashioned goat, do you even understand?!" Hiolitta's supple tail wrapped around a pillow and hurled it at Obola's face, but the latter nimbly dodged it. "Besides, changing the ending is still original! So it doesn't involve plagiarism! What's wrong with that?!"

“Floating blue flames… Tulzcha’s variegated flames? Or demonic fire magic?” Mirad thought for a moment and said, “However, considering the nature of the caster’s magic, most fire magic can probably be blue.”

“Foxfire, I suppose. There are a few foxes from the East on the list of monster girls entering the city.” Obora waved her hand. “They probably wanted to possess that female hero, but were witnessed by the two heroes and failed.”

With wide eyes, Hiolitta stared at Opola and Mirad, who were now seriously discussing the nature of the flames. She protested loudly, "Ugh... Why are you two suddenly starting to seriously analyze the mastermind behind ghost stories! That's a big no-no! Maintaining that subtle sense of ambiguity and mystery is the essence of ghost stories!"

"Foxfire? A monster I've never seen before."

The sacred Mount Meblia and the plateau that stretch between the eastern and western parts of the continent have blocked most of the travel between people. Only in recent years, with the development of navigation and shipbuilding, have communication between the two ends increased.

As a native of the western part of the continent, Milad had never been to the isolated eastern part of the continent.

Forcing herself to speak, Obora launched into a long explanation: "They are demonic creatures born from the high concentration of magic and desire of fox spirits and fox fairies, resembling elemental spirits in form. In recent years, some have argued that they should be classified as a unique subspecies of fire elemental spirits from Japan, but I believe this is utter nonsense uttered by those who completely misunderstand them..."

“It shouldn’t be Foxfire,” Mirad said, raising her hand to interrupt Obora’s chanting. “Does this have anything to do with Kissfield?”

"Hmm... yes, there is. You could even say it's a ghost story created by the busty stunner heroine~"

It turned out to be the case.

The whole "ghost story appreciation event" was just a roundabout way of getting to the real topic.

Interrupted by Mirad, Obora, who had obediently shut her mouth, seemed to have thought of something, and her mouth opened slightly.

"...Oh. It's about that thing...You've reminded me, I'm going to check it tonight to see if it's working properly..."

Holding her forehead, she slowly stood up, and with a command, the room was brightened again.

The professor, dressed in a cute light yellow pajama, looked left and right, and finally seemed to find his fluffy slippers. He shoved his feet into them, lightly touched the ground with his toes, and only after confirming that it was safe did he use teleportation magic to leave the place.

"So, Lord Mirad, the next thing to do is quite clear, isn't it?"

"...Field investigation, right?"

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