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

Chapter 69 Staying Overnight (Part 2) (Thanks to the generous patronage of the author "The Bound Spirit Who Was Remembered," this is an extra chapter today)

No, we have to take action tonight.

Feverish, burning with fever, tossed and turned, unable to sleep, and made this decision.

Even though it was late spring or early summer, and it wasn't a hot season all year round in Visegrain, why could she feel a fire burning fiercely inside her?
This heat made her feel as if she had returned to the battlefield where hundreds of stars blazed in the sky.

Sweat soaked the sheets beneath him, and his pajamas suffered the same fate.

Kiesl unbuttoned her pajamas, letting her stuffy chest breathe. The taut fabric finally relaxed, springing back to its sides. She stared wide-eyed as the rising steam from her cleavage vanished without a trace.

Many beads of sweat, which had not evaporated or soaked into the pajamas, remained on the surface, each one distinct.

That's way too exaggerated.

Could this be the precursor to demonization that the old man was talking about?

Speaking of middle-aged men…

Kissfield instinctively held her breath and looked towards the tent at the foot of the bed. She could hear even, gentle breathing coming from inside; Mirand must have already fallen asleep.

Should we wake him up and ask him how he is?
With a slight twitch of her fair neck, Kissfield tried to swallow her saliva to moisten her dry throat, but to no avail; instead, it only fueled the inexplicable fire within her.

The heat emanating from within couldn't be alleviated by wind or ice magic, especially since she wasn't particularly skilled at those.

If this continues, I'm afraid I won't see the sun tomorrow and will die of dehydration.

Never mind, go wake up the uncle.

Stealthily climbing out of bed, Kieslfield's agile figure in the darkness resembled a female leopard poised to pounce.

Her white soles sank into the carpet, the downy hairs peeking out from between her toes, scratching her smooth skin...it was a little itchy. Her heels dangled in mid-air, the tiptoeing posture further emphasizing the undeniable strength hidden in her firm, full thighs.

Even though the plush carpet could absorb all the sound of footsteps, and she wasn't doing anything wrong, Kissfield still subconsciously tried to minimize the noise she made.

Unaware of the contradiction in her actions, she bent over and peered into the tent.

Mirad slept soundly inside, unaware that his tent had been invaded by Kissfield.

Well, even when he's asleep, this middle-aged man still has that middle-aged vibe; the melancholy and weariness between his brows just won't go away.

...Speaking of which, wouldn't an experienced warrior like this uncle be able to launch a counterattack even while asleep?

Kissfield stared at that sleeping face for a long time, but ultimately couldn't find anything amiss.

Maybe I'm overthinking it.

The uncle was sleeping so soundly that I felt like even if I put a full face of makeup on his face, I might not be able to wake him up.

Amused by her own thoughts, Kissfield chuckled softly.

A drop of sweat trickled down her forehead and fell instantly.

Kieslfield's pupils contracted sharply, almost the instant the water droplets left her skin... faster than drawing a gun, faster than thinking!

Her arm moved like a blur, catching the drop of sweat that was about to hit Mirad's brow with just the right speed and precision.

She glanced at the uncle who was still fast asleep and breathed a sigh of relief.

Thankfully, I didn't wake him up...

Completely unaware that their purpose had subtly changed.

Kieslfeld knelt beside Mirad, her wet hair pulled back to prevent it from scratching the old man.

…The old man is sleeping soundly. He probably won't wake up unless something is done.
Kiesl's eyes, clouded by the high temperature inside her body, moved toward Mirad's lips.

He had no beard, but some fine downy hair…

I think I wiped the cream off the older man's lips with my fingertip during the day... Looking back now, that's not the kind of thing you should do between a senior and junior colleague, is it?

When did her relationship with Mirad evolve into what it is now...?
Ugh... I can't really say it was the very beginning.

My head is spinning, I can't hold on any longer... Kieslfield's head was nodding like a chicken pecking at rice, and her once straight back was now bent over.

The uncle's face... got so close.

However, it seems I don't need to wake the uncle up... because I'm about to... faint...

With a muffled thud, Kissfield's head slammed into Mirard's chest.

Soon, soft, peaceful snoring could be heard from between her nose and mouth.

"..."

Mirad slowly opened his eyes as he awoke from his sleep.

His heavy, damp head rested on his chest, the tent filled with the girl's strong scent, and his clothes were soaked with sweat.

A little thought will tell you what happened.

He stared at the top of the tent for a long time. At this point, Kissfield's feelings for him could no longer be described as mere respect between a senior and junior.

It could be said that they had already crossed the line into ambiguity. Until she and he explicitly clarified things, the name of this relationship would remain undetermined.

It could be called respect, or it could be called admiration, or it could be called longing, or it could be called dependence, liking, or infatuation... It could all be interpreted as excessive concern for a formidable rival.

Now, Kissfield is subtly showing signs of crossing the line. What if the girl currently sleeping soundly with her head on his chest one day actually confesses her feelings to him…

He racked his brains but couldn't find a reason to refuse or make excuses. Given Kissfield's personality, she could always find a way to retaliate, no matter the reason.

To put it bluntly, this kind of thing is simply not his area of ​​expertise.

He used to need advice and strategies from old friends to pursue girls... and in the end, he still didn't succeed. Now, it's too difficult for him to face this kind of feeling alone.

"That's why I said Lord Mirad, a virgin for millennia, could never do anything outrageous. I bet he's thinking right now about whether he could be a good partner if he accepted the confession... Our busty stunner heroine is practically Lord Mirad's nemesis!"

Lilim's snicker came from outside the narrow window, accompanied by another steady voice... it was Obora.

"Just now, I dispelled the silencing spell."

"...Huh? Wait, wait a minute..."

Mirad smiled and stepped out of the tent, placing a lump of mud under Kieslfield's head as a pillow.

A few minutes later, on the street, inside the magic barrier that keeps people away.

"Yes, I'm sorry... I shouldn't have spied on Miss Kissfield's night raid... I really didn't do anything! It was just the demonic power within her that slowly took effect."

With tears welling up in her eyes, Hiolitta spoke softly as she obediently knelt in mid-air in front of Mirard, "I have a feeling that Lord Mirard was hit where it hurts, so there's a hint of embarrassment in his fists...hehe, but Lord Mirard is so wise and powerful, he certainly wouldn't let me guess his thoughts, right?"

"..."

Mirad's silence was deafening.

"...Yes, right?"

Obora covered her face, unable to bear watching Hiolitta's farcical antics any longer.

So she coughed lightly.

This was the signal she and Siolitta had agreed upon. Having received this signal, Siolitta was obligated to extend an invitation to Mirad.

With a twitch at the corner of her mouth, Hiolitta's thumbs pressed together, seemingly locked in a struggle.

"Alright, alright, I got it... Lady Mirad, would you be free to go on a date with me tomorrow? I have a surprise in mind. This isn't a request, it's an order! That shouldn't be too much trouble for you, right? After all, you spent the whole day on a date with Miss Kieslfield today~"

　This is the first chapter today! There will be three more chapters to come!
　　In short, thank you to the leader of the alliance, Earthbound Spirit!
　　Thank you, boss! Boss, you're so generous! Daishuki wishes you a long and healthy life!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)