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

Chapter 67 Bad News and the Answer
It's not hard to find a place where a young follower can settle in Elsia and stay long-term without being bothered by Rescadeer's spies.

For example, the Visergran National Magic Academy stands out from the bustling atmosphere of the surrounding neighborhood.

The magic array enveloping the entire academy not only isolated the inside from the outside but also silently deterred all potential intruders. Even if the spies had the means to bypass this protection, they would have to think twice.

To expend so much effort and resources to infiltrate a heavily guarded academy just to capture a seemingly insignificant young follower... no matter how you look at it, this is not a worthwhile investment.

Finally, thanks to the intervention of a reasonable visiting professor, the young attendant was able to enroll in the college through a work-study program.

Waving goodbye to her young attendant, Kissfield seemed relieved, as if a weight had been lifted from her shoulders, and she appeared much more relaxed.

"Hmm... this place is indeed quite nice. Putting aside the academy's atmosphere, the safety is guaranteed. It took me a lot of effort to sneak in, you know, uncle?"

"You infiltrated the academy just for the magic furnace?"

Kissfield plopped down on the bench, patted the empty seat next to her, and gestured for Mirad to sit down as well. "Well, not really. The old lady wanted me to figure out the academy's attitude and strength. I found out about the magic reactor when I was halfway through investigating it. I was really shocked at the time! Such a crazy idea."

As afternoon approached, sunlight filtering through the gaps in the sycamore leaves adorned Kieslfield, making her appear as if draped in a dappled veil.

Students left the academy one after another, while many remained on campus. The distant, faint noises could not penetrate the dense woods and were barely audible by the time they reached Mirand's ears.

He sat down beside Kieslfield, feeling the breeze on his face. "You're no less impressive than connecting the magic furnace to your own heart."

"It was a spur-of-the-moment idea. I didn't think too much about it at the time; I just felt that connecting to the magic reactor would allow me to change the power of Lescartie." Kissfield made a face.

"So... Uncle, what exactly is it that you're going to tell me?"

The air stagnated for a few seconds.

A gust of wind suddenly swept through the treetops, and the leaves rustled like bells.

The breeze of late spring and early summer carries the scent of grass and trees, making people feel sleepy.

Concealed by the magic of disguise, Kissfield's fiery gold-red hair was lifted by the wind and landed squarely on Mirad's lips, interrupting his words.

Although he couldn't see it, Mirad could imagine his hair scattered like flickering flames, and then the fire spreading towards him.

Seeing Mirad's stunned expression, Kissfield suddenly smiled, her radiant smile unable to be concealed by the ordinary face created by her disguise magic. What began as a restrained smile eventually transformed into a loud laugh.

Brushing the strands of hair aside, Mirad looked at the girl's smile, and the corners of his own mouth slowly turned up as well.

The laughter subsided after a long while. Kissfield, her face flushed and her breathing slightly disordered, said, "Uncle, you know what? For a fleeting moment, I actually thought you were going to confess your feelings to me. Don't blame me for being presumptuous, it was just a thought, and I quickly dismissed it myself."

Mirad paused for a moment, then said, “It is indeed a ridiculous idea.”

"Right? Uncle, you're definitely not the kind of person who asks a girl out just to say 'I like you.' All that preparation, all that buildup, from the dessert shop to the hero rescuing her... it means that in your eyes, I'm not ready to accept this news... It's bad news, I guess."

Mirad hadn't initially thought he could hide it from the girl in front of him. Trying to conceal it for so long would backfire and arouse suspicion.

He hesitated, wavered, unable to make up his mind, and also wanted to let Kissfield be happy for a while longer.

"Stop beating around the bush, just tell me what you want to tell me, uncle? Or do you actually enjoy this feeling of keeping me hanging? Wow... that's so mean, uncle."

“You should have already noticed that something is wrong with your body. The magic that should have killed you didn’t kill you; instead, it’s repairing your body…” Mirad said, his voice almost drowned out by the rustling of leaves, “Kissfield, you are becoming a monster.”

“Monsterization,” she murmured, tilting her head as if she didn’t understand what Mirad was saying. “Literal meaning? I’ll become a monster or something? Why?”

“Literally, you will become a complete monster in the near future,” Mirad paused, “The magic in the magic furnace is not pure; it is mixed with the magic of monsters.”

Kiesl fell silent.

Mirad remained silent, giving the girl time to process the news.

Soon, only the sound of the wind and the rustling of leaves remained between the two.

After a long while, Kissfield slowly spoke.
"Uncle, you must have seen and killed a lot of monsters, right? The monsters of the past must have been those monstrous creatures described in books, which were man-eating and brutal."

"That's it."

In the past, monsters, whether the lowest level slimes or the highest level dragons and Baphomets, were essentially no different.

They are all monsters created to slaughter humans.

"Then you must have seen the monsters of today, right?"

"I've seen it."

The monsters around him were truly unpredictable for Mirad. Neither Hiolitta nor Obora, nor even the many monster volunteers at the Caelpai Agricultural Exposition, showed any hostility or murderous intent towards him, nor were they stained with human blood.

It seems they no longer crave killing and cannibalism, but have become young girls with budding romantic feelings, seeking union with human men. "Because I am also a hero, I have actually seen quite a few monsters," Kissfield said calmly, her eyes fixed ahead, as if narrating a story unrelated to herself, "and I have also seen humans who have united with monsters. I have wondered before, what is the difference between them and those happy human couples?"

"What conclusion did you finally reach?"

Kissfield spread her hands. "There's no conclusion yet. I'm still thinking about this problem myself. This kind of question is too difficult for me. I can't figure it out at all. I just feel bad if I ruin their happiness, and my burning heart will dim a little."

As a hero, she must have witnessed many cases of humans and monsters becoming husband and wife.

"...I will not forget our promise, even if you become a monster."

"Aww... I'm so touched I could cry. But I'll never forget. Even if I become a monster... Uncle, you have to take me to change Rescadeye, you hear me!"

Mirad stared wide-eyed at Kieslfield.

There was no sadness or resentment in her eyes, only a calm acceptance of everything.

His eyes were clear as water, reflecting Mirad's surprised expression.

"What? Uncle, that surprised look you gave me is really rude. Do you think I'll kill myself right away if I find out? Don't underestimate me! I'm Kissfield!"

With her thumb pointing to herself, Kieslowski puffed out her chest, striking an exaggeratedly confident pose.

Even Mirad could see through her bravado; the girl's fingers trembled slightly, and she didn't appear as calm as she seemed.

She simply smiled habitually, projecting a confident demeanor.

Habitually, I hide my weakness behind a perfect and flamboyant smile.

"Even as a monster, I'll still be me! But... old man, if I become a monster and start killing people, don't hold back your past kindness. Hmm... no, I should say, kill me quickly? I don't want to be stabbed to death with a dull knife..."

Mirad grasped Kissfield's hand, and the latter stopped speaking abruptly, looking at their tightly clasped hands.

Her hands were enveloped tightly by Mirard's two hands, one above the other, and warmth and a sense of security were conveyed to her without reservation.

"...Is this how you comfort me, uncle? It's so corny and so old-fashioned, but I'm very happy."

Kieslfield's thumb rubbed against Mirard's palm; the thick calluses were hard, far from soft, and could even be described as rough.

But being held like that, the last bit of helplessness she felt completely disappeared.

What is she afraid of? It's like having someone like that older man around who can handle anything that happens.

"However, this kind of thing... give me some time to accept it, okay? I might be depressed for a day or two, but after a day or two, I'll become the Kissfield you know again, Uncle."

"I will stay by your side if you need me."

"I told you I wouldn't kill myself. Unexpected things can happen when you're alive, that's what you said yourself, Uncle. Becoming a monster... you could call that, right? Monsters are all very beautiful, so maybe it's a good thing. You don't need to worry about me, Uncle."

Kissfield's cheeks flushed at Mirard's words.

His firm blue eyes never wavered in the slightest, remaining steadfast from beginning to end.

Instead, she herself felt somewhat uncomfortable under such gazes. Always composed and at ease, with a radiant smile on her face, Kissfield silently averted her gaze.

So this is what it feels like to be trusted and supported wholeheartedly. It's like being lifted up by a silent mountain, getting closer to the stars in the sky.

It's not bad.

Slowly moving, I got a little closer to the people around me.

After a moment's hesitation, Kissfield leaned straight down toward Milard and rested her head on his shoulder.

It's hard and uncomfortable, and it feels like it's pressing down on my hair.

It turns out that romance novels are all lies.

But it's true that the mind will find peace.

Without even looking, she knew she looked like a fool smiling. Kissfield closed her eyes.

"Uncle, I'm a little sleepy. Let's take a nap like this. Stay in this position and don't complain, okay? You just said you'd stay by my side."

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