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

Chapter 62 A Perfect Day for a Prison Break (3)

Licking the cream off her lips, Kiesloff picked up a small piece of cake and put it in her mouth, squinting her eyes contentedly.

"Kissfield, can you accept marrying someone who only has one day to live?"

The man sitting in front of her spoke in a heavyweight tone, and Kissfield almost choked on the cream in her mouth. She coughed a few times and looked incredulous. "Why are you suddenly asking this kind of thing, uncle?"

"You were the one who asked about marriage and relationships first."

"Huh? Oh... I see, you mean it's because you live too long that you can't accept your partner aging and dying in front of you, is that right?"

A life spanning over 1,300 years... Even though, according to historical records, the person spent a significant amount of time lying in a coffin, it is still a remarkable number.

…How could I have actually gone head-to-head with such a legendary figure and even helped him fix his makeup?
Looks like I can be considered a legendary figure too.

Great, I'll treat myself to another piece of cake!
Kiesl swallowed the cream and cake in her mouth, and the sweetness filling her mouth made her smile involuntarily.

She savored the moment until her saliva lost its sweetness before replying, "Maybe. A day is just a day, there are plenty of things we can do, aren't there? Eating dessert together, practicing magic and martial arts, watching the sunset in the evening. And then slowly savoring this cake-like sweetness for the rest of our lives… Waaah, Uncle, you don't actually have that kind of mentality, do you? But you and your first love didn't end up together, did you…?"

“What I mean is, it’s too cruel to the other person. As for my first love… I’ve already moved on.”

“Mmm, I put it down, I understand, I understand. Being stubborn is a privilege shared by both older men and children, you know?” Kissfield picked up a wooden fork, lifted a small dollop of cream, and with a flick of her wrist, the dollop of white cream landed squarely on Mirad’s lips. “On the other hand… I don’t think it’s cruel either. Even though a day’s life is short, it still leaves its mark on the other’s life trajectory. It’s so cool, I feel like my life was worth it.”

Undeterred by death, she streaked across the sky with dazzling, fleeting fireworks, solely to leave a lasting impression of light and flame in the hearts of those around her. This was exactly the same style she used a few days earlier when connecting the magic furnace.

Mirad understood that the junior who was now devouring the cake was, on the surface, a creature completely opposite to him, whose every move was beyond his expectations, yet also perfectly reasonable.

"…eat…"

Before Mirad could finish speaking, his words were drowned out by a piercing noise that made his eardrums ache. The diners inside the restaurant covered their ears, put down their knives and forks, and looked toward the door in surprise.

"Hooray! Hooray! Hooray! Quiet down, you gluttons whose minds are filled with creamy white cream and fluffy cakes! This shop has been taken over by us, the Secretly Happy Dessert Sisters! If you want to live and eat the desserts on your plate, you'd better listen to us!"

"...She's right."

A series of high-pitched and low-pitched sounds rang out, capturing everyone's attention.

That's... that's...

Mirad covered his eyes and let out a silent groan of pain.

The two women standing at the door called themselves the "Secretly Happy Dessert Sisters."

Exotic carnival masks concealed their faces, revealing two petite figures dressed in long, flowing court gowns. The gowns trailed on the ground, adorned with enormous crinolines, lace trim, and floral patterns, making them look like… two walking cake figures.

The two cake vendors were now holding wooden forks taller than themselves, the tips pointed at the wide-eyed shop manager behind the counter, signaling him not to make any rash moves.

Why did he tell Siolitta his thoughts?
"...Uncle, isn't that the little nun who's always following you around?"

Kiesl was so shocked that even chewing became slow motion. Her cheeks bulged as she stared at the two people at the door. She recognized their distinctive white hair and scarlet eyes even with masks on, not to mention that their figures matched perfectly.

As for the other one... I don't really remember him.

With black hair and golden eyes, she resembled the young attendant quite a bit. At that moment, she was handing something to the boss, who immediately beamed and gave her a thumbs-up.

"I don't know them."

Mirad shook his head decisively.

“Oh ho ho ho! Very good, very good. It seems that none of you here have any objections to us taking control of this dessert shop! So, next…” With an exaggerated gesture, Cake Man Number One scanned the customers in the shop, but his gaze finally settled on Mirad.

"You, yes, you! The one who looks only in his twenties but always gives off the impression of a man in his fifties or sixties!"

Cake Man Number One, with a mischievous smile that Mirad was familiar with, strolled over to him in his thick-soled heels.

Beneath the mask, her crimson eyes, looking down at him, lingered on the cream on his lips for a long while before she reached out a trembling hand to wipe away the white residue.

"...Little sister, what are you doing? Can you explain it to your older sister?"

Cake Man Number One's wrist was grabbed by Kieslfield, whose fingertips traced along Mirad's lips, quickly and precisely scraping off a smear of cream.

Kissfield's soft tongue licked her thumb, the pink surface of her tongue enveloping the white cream, which vanished in her mouth in an instant.

"Hmph... Don't you understand? We are the infamous cake thieves of the Land of the Unbelievable! Now, all the cakes in this shop belong to us! Yours are no exception!"

...Could this be...?
Mirad had a terrifying thought in his mind.

Let him be the hero and save the damsel in distress...?
"Don't worry, I'll support Lord Milard's date! Huh? Disrupt? What do you take me for, Lord Milard!"—The promise that Hiolitta made before he left home this morning was still fresh in his mind. Who could tell him who this robber dressed like a little cake was?

Under the table, someone was kicking their calves.

Mirad sensed something and glanced at Kieslfield without making a sound. Sure enough, she had an expression that said, "Uncle, just give the order and I'll capture these two naughty little ones."

Forget it, let him handle it.

He gave Kissfield a look that conveyed such a message, and he wasn't sure if Kissfield understood it, but the kick under the table turned into a gentle caress.

...You should understand now.

Mirand took a deep breath and stood up from his seat.

Grabbing Cake Man Number One's slender waist, accentuated by her corset, and hoisting her onto his shoulders, she offered no resistance, simply singing embarrassing lyrics in a flamboyant voice.
"Put me down! You, this righteous and handsome hero who appeared out of nowhere but whom I don't recognize! My body... my body can't resist... Is it... is it going to be the end for us sisters—?"

Mirad walked up to Cake Man Number Two, who was standing motionless, hunched over, trying to make himself invisible. He tapped the shop door with his chin, signaling her to follow, and then carried Cake Man Number One out.

Number Two was thus granted a pardon and hurriedly followed Mirad with small, quick steps.

The store was quiet for a short while, then the discussion became even more heated, seemingly focusing on whether it was an off-site game at the agricultural expo.

"That kind lady just said that she has taken care of all the pastries for today, and I will refund everyone's money later!"

The boss held up the money bag, which was so heavy that it was clearly very valuable.

Then applause rang out, and everyone forgot about their earlier unpleasantness.

puff.

Is this middle-aged man a righteous and...handsome hero?

...He clearly acted like a fool.

Savoring the sweet taste of the cream she had just licked, Kissfield couldn't help but laugh like a fool in the end.

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