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

Chapter 66 The Wicked Demon Who Cuts Out Tongues (Part 2)
As soon as they approached the embassy, ​​Mirand and Kissfield sensed that something was wrong.

The entire embassy was enveloped in a spell of silence and isolation; not only could no one pass through, but even a sound could not escape.

The guards standing watch on the perimeter probably never imagined that the embassy they were protecting had been turned into a hunting ground.

Confirming their concerns from each other's eyes, the two tacitly bypassed the guards, scaled the high wall, broke through the magic as quickly as possible, and rushed inside.

Then, beside a comatose Lescadeer spy, they found a small servant with tears in his eyes, his hand covering his cheek.

As they approached, the servant trembled slightly. Then, he looked at Kieslfield with suspicion.

"Is...is it Sister Kieslfield?"

I almost forgot the disguise magic was still in effect.

Mirad removed his disguise, shedding his ordinary appearance to reveal his and Kissfield's true faces.

Finally, the attendant couldn't hold back any longer, tears welling up in his eyes, and he rushed towards Kieslfel, crying, "Sister Kieslfel!"

Kissfield hugged her sobbing attendant, her face full of comforting smiles. "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. With your sister and this uncle here, nothing will happen."

"Hmm... how did this agent, Rescue, fall unconscious?"

There were traces of magic. Mirad quickly made the judgment.

The attack was incredibly precise and timed, stunning the spy so quickly that he was unable to react before losing his ability to resist.

Such skillful use of magic was beyond the capabilities of the little attendant who, according to Kissfield, was only a beginner in magic.

"Yes, a kind nun who was passing by saved me..."

The attendant choked up, his words hesitant. But with Kissfield's gentle comfort, he managed to recount what had happened.

Piecing together the information given by the servant and the distorted door frame and wooden door, Mirad barely understood what had happened.

He was cornered in a room by spies, and then rescued by a passing nun...

It is highly suspicious from any perspective.

Moreover, the servants remained tight-lipped about the nun's appearance and name.

Mirad didn't sense any special restraining magic on the servant that prevented her from telling the truth. Had the other party specifically asked the servant not to speak out?
The nun who does good deeds anonymously... perhaps she has some unspeakable difficulties.

Inquiring about the other party's identity is not important at this moment; the fact that they are willing to lend a helping hand shows that they have good intentions.

"But... why are you covering your cheek the whole time?"

Kissfield looked puzzled. "Did you get cavities from eating too much candy? Let me see..."

"I...I don't have any cavities! I don't want to get any more teeth pulled! And I won't eat so much candy anymore! Even though getting a tooth pulled doesn't hurt..."

When the servant opened his mouth, his teeth were all spotless and white, without a trace of plaque.

It looks as if the little elves who clean teeth have visited.

  “Krinshid… your guess about Sister Melda might be correct.”

Eugene placed the file in his hand on the desk and rubbed his aching back.

These past few days, during the day they've been capturing infiltrators and assassins, and in their spare time they've been chasing Sister Melda all over the city, who's been deliberately avoiding them... But after being frightened by the will-o'-the-wisp that night, all of Ricklin Sid's evening entertainment has turned into checking case files.

Putting everything else aside, Eugene felt that his hide-and-seek skills had greatly improved, and his massage techniques had also made considerable progress.

“Sister Melda’s resume is very clean, and there are no omissions or errors in the records. Even the convent where she came from wrote back to testify that a nun named Melda had studied there.” Eugene listed the results of the investigation over the past few days, “...but they also expressed concern about Sister Melda’s legs in their letter.”

“But the Sister Melda we remember didn’t have a leg ailment at all. Eugene, that’s what you’re trying to say, isn’t it?” Klinshead closed her eyes and rubbed her forehead with her hand. “Well, unless everyone is collectively insane, it’s impossible for everyone to believe that the always healthy Sister Melda had a leg ailment. Besides, a leg ailment that’s still so vividly remembered after decades, I think it might be more appropriate to put it in a more straightforward way.”

"The absence of limbs, or rather... Sister Melda was originally disabled?"

"And because of something, I now have healthy legs again." Klinsid handed the dossier to Eugene, whose expression changed as he read the contents.

"This, this is..."

The bishop of Artus's resume was sealed away and could not be obtained without special means.

Everyone knows that Bishop Artus is the youngest bishop, but few people know his position during the college incident thirty years ago.

In short, he was the noble student who was taken away by the church for secretly researching magic that could regenerate severed limbs.

His initial purpose in researching limb regeneration magic was... for his commoner girlfriend who was born with deformities.

After this incident, he seemed to have turned over a new leaf and decided to devote himself to the faith of the Lord God. More than ten years ago, he became the youngest bishop in the history of Visegrand.

"What decision did he make? That stingy old man, Artus, actually put his wife right next to him. I bet he joined the church by the nose to better protect his girlfriend and research results, right? Who would have thought he'd rise through the ranks... no, maybe that was his original purpose?"

Klinsde smirked, finally having a chance to berate that miserly Artus; she was clearly in a good mood.
"We've got him red-handed. When he gets back from his meeting, we need to ask him a lot of questions about the specifics of the limb regeneration magic. If it can be widely adopted, I wonder how many people could benefit from it…!"

“…Krinshide. I think there’s a reason why the church’s taboos are taboo,” Eugene said, frowning.

"Moreover, my intuition tells me that... Sister Melda's story is not as simple as Bishop Artus trying to cover up the success of the limb regeneration magic."

Limb regeneration... or rather, deeper levels of healing magic, have always been taboo within the Church.

Few dare to question the reason for the existence of this taboo, just like hundreds of other taboos concerning magic.

"I still hold the same view: good things shouldn't be kept secret! Since there are successful examples, it means the taboo itself might not be reasonable... Never mind. So, when Artus returns, will you come with me to confront him face-to-face?"

“Yes,” Eugene sighed. “I’ll be with you. By the way… Klinshead. You wouldn’t happen to be envious of Bishop Artus and Sister Melda’s decades-long, devoted relationship… would you?”

"...If you can tell, don't say it out loud, you idiot."

Turning her head away, Klinshide's earlobes flushed slightly.

"We will be like them too."

"Ugh, this is so cheesy. Go write your letter. Aren't you supposed to report the results of this investigation to your idol, Lord Mirad?"

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