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

Chapter 64 The Wicked Demon Who Cuts Out Tongues (Part 1)
Back in the dessert shop, Kissesfield had already finished the pastry in front of her.

Looking at Mirand who had sat down, she smiled and said, "Finished chatting? I quite liked that short little nun. She's quite different from the nuns we have back home; she's very lively."

"It sounds like you don't have any ill feelings towards the nuns of Rescadeer?"

Propping her chin in her hand, Kissfield was currently disguised as an ordinary-looking girl with short gray hair, but even so, her languid nonchalance was still striking. "What malice could there be? They and the lowly priests were powerless. I've seen impoverished priests exchange their meager savings for bread to feed thin children, and I've seen noble nuns choose to live in the slums rather than accept the church's invitation to move to the upper town, abandoning the only church on the street. Because if she left, everyone would truly have no hope and no medical care... They all tried their best to help those around them, just as His Holiness the Lord preached, finding joy in helping others and helping each other."

Realizing what she was about to say, Mirad picked up the conversation, "But?"

"But the slums are still slums. Every day, poor people still go missing. Apart from the priests and nuns who stay there, no one cares or investigates. The road to the upper floors is still firmly guarded by guards, and high walls separate the inside from the outside... There is a spark of change, but it is too weak and could be extinguished if one is not careful."

“I guess you’re not saying this to hear my rambling moralizing.”

Kissfield clapped her hands and exclaimed, "You're so clever, Uncle! You actually guessed what I was thinking! Keep thinking about it, what am I trying to tell you?"

“I still believe that the Lord God would not abandon His people; something must have gone wrong.”

Kieslfel bent her fingers, gathered her strength, and then flicked them, leaving a faint red mark on Mirard's forehead. "Staying stiff, old man."

Have you been praying lately?

Kissfield subconsciously checked her manicure for any damage. Staring at her pink nails, she paused, then remembered she'd been too rushed with the older man to put on makeup, let alone get a manicure. "I haven't done it in ages. I wouldn't get an answer anyway. A true believer in God is utterly unworthy… Uncle, you're still getting them done? Truly a saint…"

Even if Milad wanted to defend His Lord God, he was powerless, since it was an undeniable fact that He had never responded to him and Kisfield, and the believers nowadays seemed to have accepted this situation as the norm.

Even though the supreme deity from a thousand years ago still responds gently and guides each of His believers, regardless of gender, age, or wealth.

At that time, everyone was full of hope. Even if they might perish in the battle against monsters the next day, they would not feel sad for themselves, because everyone was prepared to die. They believed that there was such a merciful God, and that they would definitely be taken to His heaven by the divine messenger and enjoy glory.

But things are really different now.

The monastery naturally controlled the land and its tenants. The city of Rescadeer was clearly divided into upper and lower levels. The development of magic was controlled, and heroes were treated as useful tools. There was even a hero in front of him who was willing to die to drag the villain in her eyes to the underworld with him.

Everything is different, yet it seems like nothing is different.

…That is why he would not force Kissfield to do anything, nor would he accuse her of treachery and impiety.

While Mirad was still lost in thought, Kissfield's warm and delicate hand touched his face, pulling at the corners of his mouth to make a clumsy smile, just like when she had done his makeup before.

"Wow... I'm sorry, old man, we shouldn't be talking about this. That sullen face makes you look decades older! It's awful. You look like a completely different person... why do you still look like an old man..." With an apologetic smile, Kissfield casually rubbed Mirard's face. "Speaking of which, the effect of this disguise magic is just too good... In that case, could we just conjure up a fully made-up face without having to bother with makeup...?"

"It's ridiculous that I've been reduced to having to be comforted by a younger generation," Mirand thought.

However, seeing Kissfield's smile made him feel better too.

"The change we want is not a flame that can be extinguished at any time, but something more thorough."

Mirad gently brushed away Kissfield's wandering hands. "I think the Supreme God would be very happy to see such a change."

"Is this something a saint could say? So this is what saints are like! Making decisions on their own when the Lord God isn't around! Uncle, you're amazing, so cool!" Kieslfield smiled brightly. "So, where should the uncle and beautiful girl, who dream of changing Rescadeer, go next? And what about that little attendant, and what about your mysterious, secretive ways..."

"Is that attendant still at the embassy?"

"Yes, she is. She's very sensible. At times like this, she knows to stay in a relatively safe place and not wander off... so I don't lose her."

"Let's go then."

Within just a few days, the once bustling embassy in Rescatje became deserted.

The young servant strolled down the corridor, clutching a doll of the resurrected saint, playing a game called "Don't Step Outside the Squares" with the patterns on the carpet.

"Sister Kieslfield is so slow..."

The letter has already been sent. Given how oblivious Kissfield is, she should have received it by now, at the latest.

Then she should rush over in a panic.

In this way, he could escape from that prison and avoid being killed!

She had overheard the conversation of the other adults in the delegation. They knew that many powerful and evil people were coming to kill them from Rescadeer, which was why they were so afraid that they packed their things and left overnight.

With the commotion Kissfield caused, those bad guys won't let her get away with it. I don't know why someone as strong and capable as her is locked up in jail... but if I'm in danger, she'll probably come to my aid, right?

But you can't just say it directly; you have to be a little roundabout and pretend you don't know anything so that Sister Kieslfield will feel anxious!

Waaah... You lied, I'm a bad kid.

Sister Kieslfield said that wicked children who lie will lose their ability to taste sweetness on their tongues, and slowly their tongues will turn bitter, and eventually the devil will cut off their tongues!

With a wrinkled face, the little servant opened the candy jar he carried with him, picked out a pretty one, and ate it.

Sweetness lingers on the tip of my tongue; this should make my tongue sweeter, and prevent the devil from cutting it off, right?
But... she squinted at the candy jar, and there wasn't much left!

Sister Kieslfield, hurry up! If you don't come soon, the devil is really going to cut my tongue off...

Lick slowly... Ooh, but it's so sweet... I can't resist licking it...

Behind the young servant struggling with his appetite, in a secluded corner of the corridor.

She was unaware of the figure lurking about.

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