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

Chapter 70 Morning Affairs

The sky outside the window was a thick indigo, not yet fully free of the darkness of night. In the blurry moment between day and night, only a hint of dawn in the east slowly melted into the indigo sky.

"Aha…"

Kieslfield sat curled up on the bench, her sleepy eyes unable to open.

Peeking at her reflection in the mirror through her half-closed eyelashes and at the man standing behind her, Kieslfir chuckled and slumped backward as if she had lost all her bones, but she also leaned against Mirad, who was standing quietly behind her.

"So, you agreed to go on a date with that short little nun... or rather, short Lilim, today?"

After listening to Mirard's brief description, Kissfield looked up and met the gaze of the man who was combing her long hair.

After the initial surprise of learning Hyolitta's true identity, a sense of relief lingered in Kieslfeld's heart.

According to the uncle's account, the Demon King's daughter, who was superior in every aspect, had not yet fully launched her attack.

So far, Hiolitta's offensive has only involved guiding and persuading. She usually acts like a child who idolizes someone, rather than a monster that an older man can view with the eyes of the opposite sex.

...However, when the uncle talked about what happened in the tomb, his expression was obviously a little unnatural, and it was definitely not just a simple conversation.

They must have done something else too.

As Kissfield's drowsiness slowly faded, memories of kneeling before the old man last night, staring intently at his lips, flooded back.

When I woke up this morning, I found myself lying comfortably in bed, but the smell from the uncle's tent was definitely there. I almost raided the uncle's tent last night.

Mirad was so unguarded while asleep; she was just a hair's breadth away from succeeding. If it were the Demon King's daughter…

Hmm. Could she and the older man together beat the other guy? I have a feeling we could give it a try.

Mirad was unaware of Kissfield's increasingly erratic inner monologue as she leaned against him.

He draped the braided strands of hair over Kieslfield's shoulder and gently nudged the girl to make her sit up straight, but she retaliated by spinning her head around her stomach.

"She can indeed order me to do something that isn't too outrageous. I thought about it, and dating is just things like shopping and eating out, which is acceptable."

"Hmm... Seriously, aren't you afraid she'll lure you into her room and take advantage of you? That's Lilim, you know, a high-level monster that's second only to the Demon Lords of all time."

Kiesl muttered that the fact that the old man could still maintain a good relationship with that Lilim was probably due to Siolitta's gentle offensive strategy.

If Siolitta were to display her superior riding skills right from the start... given the old man's character and temperament, he certainly wouldn't give that short Lilim a hard time in the days to come.

Of course, this is all on the premise that the older man doesn't fall for Lilim's tricks.

I can't imagine the face on the man's face when he does that kind of thing; it seems like it would be hilarious.

In short, the older man is most likely still a virgin! So lucky!
"Uncle, you're no match for her, right? Want me to secretly follow you? If we can't beat her, we can always run away."

"No need. She... probably won't try anything with me."

"Could it be that you still believe, Uncle, that Lilim's feelings for you are only pure respect and reverence, without any other desires mixed in? To be honest, Uncle... I even feel sorry for her."

Kiesl mouthed "Wow!" It's no wonder even Lilim chose a roundabout strategy with such a stubborn and inflexible old man.

"Wake up, old man. That Lilim likes you. I think your trip to meet her is more likely to end badly. Or are you prepared to sacrifice yourself to bind the monster with your charm?"

After rambling on for a while, Kieslfield looked at Mirad.

The latter actually had a thoughtful expression on her face. She almost choked on her own saliva and quickly spoke up.
"No, no, sir, why are you taking my proposal so seriously? Are you really... really going to put yourself in the tiger's den? That short guy seems pretty gentle, he shouldn't be like this, sir, why don't you think of another way...?"

"If no other methods work, I will consider the possibility you mentioned."

Mirad's tone was resolute and firm, his face as resolute as a devout believer about to die, the radiance of a saint seemingly shining behind his head. ...But he only maintained it for two or three seconds before he broke down, revealing his usual gentle smile.

"...I know what I'm doing. You should stay here. Reducing your use of magic and staying away from the demon realm should slow down your demonization process a little."

Gently patting her junior's shoulder to reassure her, Mirand lifted the finished braid, gesturing for Kiesl to see how it looked.

Kissfield looked at herself in the mirror. The three braids on one side of her head wrapped around her temples and were secured to the hair on the other side, resembling a crown of olive branches. The rest of her soft hair fell naturally, forming a side part.

…It’s a very classic hairstyle.

The uncle's hair-braiding skills were even more proficient than she had imagined, which showed that he had practiced a lot in the past.

And since Hiolitta is short and prefers simple, long, straight hair, and I've only seen her a few times, she's never braided her hair... So who is she practicing on...? It's so hard to guess.

"Uncle, you're more caring than I thought. This morning you even helped me get dressed when I was still half asleep... Could it be that your first love was the type who needed to be taken care of? But you look so handsome like this, Uncle."

Turning her head to admire her new hairstyle, Kieslfield felt a mix of emotions.

It feels like eating someone else's leftovers... but because leftovers are so delicious, it's impossible to completely resist them.

That's a heinous crime, the uncle's first love.

Clearly surprised that Kissfield could pinpoint her true nature so accurately, Mirand chuckled, "I suppose so. She comes from... a noble background. So she lacks some common sense in life."

"So there's a storyline where people couldn't be together because of their different social statuses... Uncle, your life story in the first half is just like a classic drama."

"As for my life experience... tragedies weren't very popular. Back then, open-air theaters were popular, built on hillsides with marble seats that rose one after another... comedy, or rather, heroic plays, were always the most popular there."

"Are you talking about your team, sir?"

The play obviously did not survive, but was buried in the Kingdom of Cretia.

Kissfield pricked up her ears, not wanting to miss a single piece of information.

The early life of the resurrected saint is subject to much debate, as most of the people involved are residents of the Kingdom of Creteria, which, as is well known, was destroyed in the battle against Medusa.

Naturally, his experiences before slaying Medusa are largely unknown.

"Yes. At that time, we received a decree from the bishop to intervene in the war between the Demon King's heirs. For each Demon King's heir we defeated, a corresponding play was performed in the capital..."

Mirad suddenly fell silent.

Kiesl looked up and saw that Mirad's gaze was no longer on the present, but was mired in a quagmire of memories.

What did that experience mean to him?

With close friends and relatives by his side, and walking with the girl he secretly admired, he was hailed as a hero by everyone in the city.

But now, all those who were kind to him, those who were ambiguous with him, and those who regarded him as a hero are gone.

"If there's a chance... could you tell me about this experience, sir?"

Kissfield raised her arm, cupped Mirard's face, and gently forced him to look down and meet her gaze.

And so, memories, whether painful, sweet, or glorious, all melted in Kieslfeld's molten gold eyes, and Mirad blinked, waking from them.

"There will be a chance."

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