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

Chapter 61 A Perfect Day for a Prison Break (2)

"Uncle, did the styling I did for you the other day work? Did girls turn their heads to look at you more often when you were walking down the street? Did anyone try to chat you up, or were they captivated by your handsomeness and maturity?"

Kissfield followed Mirallard at a leisurely pace. Mirallard ruthlessly concealed her striking gold and red twin tails with disguise magic, and even her pretty face was transformed into an ordinary passerby's face that was unlikely to attract attention.

However, he didn't care at all. He looked at his plain self in the mirror from left to right and made faces, like a child who had seen a new and interesting toy.

Mirad himself was no exception. Over the past few days, he had become quite familiar with Professor Klinshid's disguise magic and could even make modifications that better suited his own situation.

Now, as they walk down the street, no one realizes that the two seemingly ordinary people passing by were once the "Red Star" who almost caused a war and the saint Mirad who saved Elcia.

"...I think so."

Mirad paused for a moment, but at least when Hyolitta saw his new look, which was more in line with his appearance and age, the satisfaction and surprise on her face were genuine.

"Hmm, what's her name? What does she look like? What's her occupation? What's her character like? Tell me, Uncle, and I'll give you some advice! Although I've never been in a relationship, I've read enough romance novels to fill a room. I'm very experienced, so you can rest assured."

Are all young girls so fond of gossip and so curious about love stories? Mirand was puzzled by this.

But since the purpose of this trip is to create beautiful memories and give Kissfield enough buffer when facing unfortunate news... we should be able to weave some white lies to make her more interested in continuing to live.

“She… is my junior, very short, rather thin, noisy, and quite annoying.” Mirad thought for a moment, trying his best to describe her in a way that didn’t sound so much like Hiolitta. “However, I have no plans for marriage or dating in the near future.”

"Oh... could it be that short little nun..." Kissfield instantly became alert. "Wait, I believe you wouldn't lay a hand on a little girl, but... is she an adult?"

Hiolitta... an adult?
He had never thought about this question. According to the information that had been inadvertently revealed before, Siolitta, the daughter of the Demon King, was probably over a hundred years old. Even among the elves, who were known for their longevity, such an age would definitely be considered capable of standing on their own.

"She must be an adult now. But her feelings for me should only be respect and affection."

"...No, that little girl obviously likes you, Uncle. The way she looks at you is so saccharine, it's almost like she's sticking to you. Uncle, didn't you notice at all? I always thought you were pretending not to notice, so as not to hurt the little girl's feelings and complicate things. Turns out you're really a blockhead?"

Kissfield twirled a strand of hair between her fingers, her gaze falling on the Saint who was walking ahead and whose steps had suddenly changed slightly. She teased, "That's kind of funny~ Didn't you have someone you liked before, Uncle? Don't you know what it's like to like someone? By the way, how far have you and your crush from back then gotten?"

Ever since she learned that Mirand didn't seem to care much about her gossiping about her past relationships, Kissfield has been determined to pry information out of him, like a squirrel that has forgotten where it hid the acorns, relentlessly tapping and probing in various places.

Even so, he was still thrown off balance by Kissfield's sudden question, but he quickly regained his composure. "I haven't told you my feelings yet."

"Eh... so it's just a crush after all? You've been thinking about it for so long? It seems like people only keep thinking about things they can't have."

Wow, this uncle is super troublesome and difficult to deal with.

Kieslfellow blinked rapidly, confirming her opinion once again.

Stubborn and inflexible, unable to forget his first love from over a thousand years ago, a relationship that was never even established... Would an ordinary person really remember that for so long?

Miss First Love, whom I've never met, how perfect are you to make this old man remember you for so long?

But jokes aside, how can she help this ancient, innocent wooden man, who has been around for a thousand years, to understand and move on from the shadow of his first love?
She felt a little embarrassed having asked the older man for help. Shouldn't she at least offer some assistance in return?

Although helping an older man get over the trauma of his first love sounds a bit lame, it's still useful, I guess...?
"Uncle, you don't seem to have any thoughts about marriage or dating lately. Is it because of your first love?" Kissfield asked tentatively in a low voice. "Or is there some other reason?" Mirand suddenly stopped in his tracks, and Kissfield quickly braked to avoid bumping into the man's back.

Did I offend the older man with my words? I should apologize immediately—

Would you like some dessert?

Mirad turned around and pointed to the shops on the street.

Kissfield then realized that she had unknowingly been led to a dessert shop in a good location, with colorful pastries and desserts displayed in the clean window.

Such sweet foods are rare in Rescueille. As a country with scarce resources and heavily reliant on imports, it is impossible to use butter and cheese so lavishly in tea break desserts, let alone make them popular among the common people.

"want!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Kieslfield nodded vigorously.

Let's talk about marriage and relationships later!

Although Visegrand's desserts were delivered from the teleportation magic circle every day, Kiesliffe was a beautiful young hero with a appetite as strong as her strength, and those desserts were simply not enough to fill her stomach!

"Obola! Report the situation!"

Sitting in an outdoor booth at the restaurant, Hiolitta squinted as she watched the man and woman walking into the dessert shop across the street.

"Mi...the target walked into the dessert shop together."

Obora answered listlessly. She looked at Hiolitta, who, despite using a newspaper to pretend to be a diner reading a newspaper, couldn't hide the way her head was turned towards the street.

"Cheer up, Professor Obora! You've memorized my flawless plan, haven't you?"

Even as she said this, she didn't turn her head, still staring at the dessert shop's transparent window, hoping to catch a glimpse of the two people.

"...Do you really think that kind of plan is suitable for them?"

"Why not? This is a classic story! So many talented men and beautiful women have met, gotten to know each other, fallen in love, and walked down the aisle because of it... That's how it's written in all the scripts I've read. Hehehe, it'll definitely be fine."

Is this girl genuinely naive or just pretending to be stupid to get revenge on me...?

Obora's lips twitched. She knew that Hiolitta had always been obsessed with drama, but bringing theatrical tropes into reality was still too absurd.

Thinking about the embarrassing situation she was about to make, Eborah closed her eyes, picked up her teacup, and took a big gulp... She used tea instead of alcohol to bolster her courage!

...Ouch, it's so hot...

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