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

Chapter 72 The Star Chaser's Eyes Reflect His Face
Mirad leaped lightly onto the float.

The absent King of Spring finally arrived, and it was none other than the much-anticipated Resurrected Saint himself.

The cheers reached unprecedented heights, with candy and flowers thrown by the crowd quickly reaching past his and Siolitta's ankles.

Mirand smiled, a stark contrast to his usual gloom and somber demeanor. In response to the people's expectations, he waved his arms dramatically, as if a holy light were shimmering behind him with every gesture.

With a gentle tug on his robe, Mirad looked down at the petite Queen of Harvest beside him.

At this moment, Siolitta was trying her best to stand on tiptoe and bring her slender legs together, but even so she still couldn't reach Mirad's head, and her little face turned red.

Since she couldn't reach it, she couldn't put on the crown she had woven from laurel leaves, broom flowers, and olive branches.

She pursed her lips, her scarlet eyes, fixed on Mirand, brimming with expectation and pleading.

He wanted to pretend he didn't understand, but that would inevitably provoke her to make a scene. Although with so many people watching, she probably wouldn't act too recklessly... but she was, after all, Hiolitta.

“… just this once.”

Mirad took a step back, knelt on one knee, lowered his head, and sent his golden hair within reach of Hyolitta.

Hiolitta smiled smugly and hummed a hymn softly. He was quite familiar with the melody; it was the one she had adapted herself.

Her fingertips brushed aside the stray hairs that were getting in Mirad's way, the touch slightly cool, and then she solemnly placed the crown on his head, as if it were a real king's coronation rather than a child's game.

"Now, you are my King of Spring, Lord Mirad. How does it feel to stand on the float and overlook the city?"

"not bad."

The floats aren't towering, only two or three stories high, but that's the perfect height for enjoying the city streets. They don't lose detail because they're too high, nor do they restrict your view from the ground.

Right now, the festive atmosphere is at its peak. The city seems to have fallen into a sea of ​​flowers and ribbons, and laughter and joy are like waves surging with the crowds.

"I'm glad you like it. I put a lot of thought into it. The scheduling and arrangement of the floats were all thanks to me!"

With her small chest puffed out and chin held high, Hiolitta wore a mischievous, scheming smile on her lips.

"There's more than that, isn't there?"

Mirad chuckled. If his current guess was true, then all his previous speculations about Hyolita now seemed like a joke.

"You wouldn't... have arranged everything before just so I could stand here?"

Hiding in the monastery for three years, all so that he could see him immediately upon his awakening, informing him of the teleportation magic circle in the capital that led directly to the White Wasteland, thus changing his route to Elcia, and then revealing the arrangements made by the Thunder Kingdom's priest in Elcia so that he could resolve the incident and ensure the Mayflower Festival could be held on time...

It was through her past methods that Mirad was able to stand here.

Hiolitta kept using similar tricks to tempt him to change his decision, step by step. Was it just to lead him onto this little flower cart?

Some of these are just too absurd.

But... if it's Hyolita, then everything makes sense.

"That's right. Everything I did was to show everyone how well-matched Lord Mirad and I are! The King of Spring and the Queen of Harvest, don't they sound like a perfect couple!"

She readily admitted it, nodding as if a triumphant villain were explaining his criminal plan.

"Time, place, people—all are essential! Planning this and that has exhausted me. Is it too much to ask for a compliment from Lord Mirad?"

“…Very impressive.”

Mirad was speechless and slumped onto the throne prepared atop the float.

There's a feeling of helplessness that comes from having used all your sword moves only to find that your opponent is just a kid who's just learned how to hold a sword... It's both funny and frustrating.

"Not enough, not enough! I want to hear you praise me, Lord Mirad, saying, 'Siolitta is simply the smartest and cutest Lilim in the world'... Like that! After all, I even fooled the Resurrected Saint and concealed my true purpose, so what's wrong with praising me a little more!"

Looking at the smug-looking Hyolita, Mirad couldn't help but chuckle.

It was for her elaborate schemes, and also for his own serious preparation for her plans.

"Is this all you want to hear?"

"Of course not, there's also your reply. My clothes and floral crown couldn't be more obvious, right? Don't force me to ask that question myself, Lady Mirad. It's too embarrassing for a girl!"

White roses and lilies of the valley represent innocent love and the return to simple happiness.

A pure white tulle dress is indeed the perfect wedding gown. "I thought you'd hold back a little longer, to maintain your fan persona a bit more."

"I can't hide it anymore. It's so hard to hold back every day. How can I possibly keep it to myself when I open my eyes and see your face so close to mine?"

With wide eyes, she defended herself, her earlobes turning a visibly red. "And it doesn't conflict! Of course I can be both your fan and your..."

Mirad interrupted her, "Friend."

Hiolitta blinked, then smiled knowingly. "Hmm... So that's what you think, Lady Mirad."

Mirad's expression instantly turned serious. "Not satisfied? Then downgrade to a travel companion if you wish."

With a sneer, Siolitta plopped down on Mirad's lap.

Feeling Mirad stiffen beneath her buttocks, she grinned wickedly, her little peach-like body wrapped in a gauze skirt rubbing against her wantonly.

The flaring hem of her skirt concealed her subtle movements; to outsiders, it was an perfectly normal interaction, but only Mirad knew the danger lurking within.
"Friends are friends, after all, we'll have a long time together in the future. I'll keep trying, Lord Mirad? Such a grand spectacle as today will continue to unfold in your life."

Mirad held onto Hiolitta's slender waist to prevent her from falling due to the jolts.

With the warm support around her waist, Hiolitta's face flushed even more, as if she were slightly tipsy.

Her actions became even more audacious, causing Mirand to gasp and barely manage to utter a word.
"...Let's remain strangers to each other."

Sensing the unusual sensation beneath her, Hiolitta stopped rubbing and instead raised her arms to embrace Mirad's neck, her lips and tongue brushing against his earlobe, a warm current caressing her.
"Eek...no way. Anyway, I'll never be satisfied."

"I'm not at the point where I can accept monsters; being fair-weather friends with whom I can talk is my limit..."

He pinched the soft flesh of the restless girl in his arms, but did not directly push her off him.

Such a grand occasion only happens once, so it's okay to indulge her a little and let her enjoy the holiday.

Consider it... an idol's response to their little fan as best they can.

"So what if we're just drinking buddies? It's still a kind of progress, isn't it? Come on, Lord Mirad, face northeast and make a heart shape with me. That way, I'll get off you, okay?"

Kieslfeld slumped lazily in the bed, her fingertips unconsciously twirling the ends of her hair.

"I am bored……"

The room was empty, lacking the listener who always wore a gentle, helpless expression; even the passage of time seemed to slow down.

The deafening noise from the street outside the window buzzed through the glass, disturbing her peace of mind.

"It's so annoying... I was planning to take a nap."

Muttering to himself, he finally got up impatiently, walked barefoot across the carpet to the window, and wondered if he could install a sound-silencing magic circle.

The next second, her molten gold pupils dilated slightly.

Immediately following was a burst of laughter that almost brought tears to my eyes, a laughter that had no regard for appearances whatsoever.

Kissfield rested her face on the narrow windowsill, confirming that the view before her was not a hallucination born of her boredom.

Like a demonstration or a declaration of sovereignty, Hiolitta sat arrogantly on the man's lap, and the two of them together made a heart shape with their hands towards themselves.

Clearly sensing Kieslfeld's gaze, Siolitta made a face.

"Pfft... Hahahaha! That little Lilim... asserting her dominance like that? Childish, she's such a childish kid!"

The laughter subsided after a while. She looked at the stiff and helpless figure on the float in the distance and muttered to herself,
"But... that uncle's appearance was absolutely hilarious."

"You're so stupid!"

"To think that he could be completely outmaneuvered by such a childish brat, this old man is truly an old man."

Kissfield tossed her hair aside and showed the uncle the hairstyle he had given her to the window, which was about the size of her face.

Then she was pleased to see the monster show a look of embarrassment and annoyance... but the poor old man sitting beneath her suffered.

(End of this chapter)