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

Chapter 74 Nighttime Events

She spent almost the entire rest of the day giving blessings to the newlyweds, which was quite different from what Mirall had initially imagined—a simple shopping trip, dinner, and gift-buying. But Siolitta seemed to be enjoying it, so he let her be.

Hundreds of couples were not all of them. As word spread, residents flocked to the square after learning that a real saint was bestowing blessings. The square was packed with people, but thanks to the help of enthusiastic couples, no problems arose until the end.

It was already night when I finished.

On the way back, the evening breeze was slightly cool, ruffling Hiolitta's silvery-white hair.

After removing the flower crown from her head, Hiolitta held it and examined it from all angles for a long time before reluctantly putting it into her personal storage space.

Seeing her dazed expression, even Mirand couldn't help but tease, "Does it feel like you're dreaming?"

"A little bit, it feels like a dream come true... Lord Mirad, would you like your crown back?"

She looked up and gazed longingly at Mirad.

"...How about I help you keep it safe? I'm not going to take it out every night to savor it, and secretly laugh and reminisce about the day's feelings under the covers, am I?"

Mirad was about to hand her the flower crown when he heard this, and his hand froze in mid-air.

Then he chuckled softly and gently placed the flower crown on Siolitta's head.

The crown was clearly too loose; it slipped down as soon as she put it on, almost blocking Hiolitta's view. She quickly reached out to straighten it, her fingertips touching the soft petals, and a smile involuntarily crept onto her lips.

Satisfied with the way she carefully put away Mirad's wreath, Siolitta's steps became much lighter.

"...Is that enough?"

Mirad followed behind her, watching the girl's skirt swirl in a light arc, revealing glimpses of her pearly calves.

Her small white boots touched the ground, the heels barely touching the floor, making a soft, tinkling sound.
"That's enough. I'm perfectly content that Lord Mirad rode in the float with me. Of course, if you'd like to give this little fan a little more feedback, I'd be happy to oblige."

What kind of feedback do you want?

Unexpectedly, Mirad was so direct, and Siolitta slowed down, as if she was seriously considering what suitable reward to ask for from him.

After a brief moment of thought, she smiled faintly, turned around, and made a face at Mirard.
"Hmm... Lord Mirad, even if it's a trap, I'll jump in without hesitation! Originally, I was going to say good morning kisses, good afternoon kisses, and good night kisses every day..."

The bright moonlight illuminated the girl's smiling face. "But what can I do? I have such strong willpower! So whatever! It's fine as it is now. I just hope that next time Lord Mirad pinches my head, you'll be a little gentler... or at least give me some face!"

"I'll try my best. Oh...you seem to know a bit about perfumes?"

Recalling the lingering citrus scent emanating from Cialitta, Mirard said, "I need to bring a bottle of perfume for Kieslfield..."

"Sometimes I really can't help but wonder, Lord Mirad, are you doing this on purpose?"

With wide eyes, Hiolitta clenched her fist and lightly punched Mirad in the stomach. "How could you ask a girl what gift she's going to give other girls on a date!"

"I have no one else to ask."

"But there's Opola! However, it seems she mixes all her own perfumes… Oh well, I'll just consider it a favor to Lady Mirad since I'm in a good mood~"

With the perfume that Hiolitta had helped her choose, Mirad returned to Kieslfeld's room.

"Let me see who this is... It's His Majesty the King of Spring! Your presence greatly honors my humble abode!"

Kissfield sat on the edge of the bed with a mischievous grin on her face. Her hair was still styled by him that morning, and strands of hair fell down as she tilted her head.

Her two smooth, long legs were naturally crossed, her slightly taut skin glowing with a healthy, warm hue under the dim magic candlelight in the room. Her ankles were slender yet not fragile, their delicate curves revealing a touch of languidness.

"Just kidding, uncle. You looked really handsome on the float today. I loved it."

Mirad remained expressionless, meeting Kissfield's gaze with a wicked grin. "You saw everything?"

"I saw it clearly. The way the old man was being bullied by that short Lilim, hmm... the old man who endured humiliation is quite admirable! I admire him from the bottom of my heart."

Mirad placed the perfume bottle on the table, her tone resigned, "Let her enjoy this rare opportunity."

"That's Lilim, you haven't forgotten, have you, Uncle? I bet you'll eventually strip naked and let her hug you and crawl into bed with you, and then comfort yourself by saying it's to let her have her way?"

Kissfield's eyes gleamed in the flickering candlelight, her molten gold pupils sparkling.
"I think, Uncle, you need some special training to deal with Lilim so that you can protect yourself from Lilim's attacks."

"For example?"

Mirad immediately became interested and moved a chair to sit opposite Kieslfield.

"For example... I'll be the one to seduce the older man! You, the older man, are responsible for staying calm and unmoved!"

...This was entirely her own idea, wasn't it?

Mirad's newly sparked interest was extinguished in the blink of an eye.

His lips twitched as he looked at the radiant girl before him, her confident smile radiating from her lips. Her youthful and energetic demeanor was simply irresistible.

Is this also a side effect of becoming a demon?

Not only did she stop hiding her desires, but Kissfield's sense of distance also weakened, and she often did things that caught him off guard.

Or is it... not a result of being transformed into a demon?

I've already tasted the bitter fruit of indecisiveness in relationships.

Faced with this promising junior, he should make a decision sooner rather than later; continuing this ambiguous relationship will only cause pain for both of them.

So Mirad reached out and pushed away Kissfield's increasingly close foot, which was trying to place her toes on his knee, and said seriously.

"I can sense your feelings, but it's too early to judge them all, and you might be confusing the differences, or perhaps it's not..."

"...I'm content to be a junior."

Before he could finish speaking, Kissfield interrupted him, her smile undiminished.

Taking advantage of Mirad's momentary lapse in attention, Kissfield's rounded toes slightly parted and pinched his palm.

The girl, having successfully pulled off the prank, laughed even harder, wiggling her delicate arches towards Mirard.

"Uncle, you have a lot to do, right? You have to eliminate enemies, save the world, spread miracles... I know, you don't have time for these personal matters. I understand, but that doesn't mean I'll give up easily, you should understand that too, right, Uncle?"

To avoid worrying about it, you choose to make concessions voluntarily?

Is this... the result he wanted?

Mirad avoided eye contact with Kissfield, lowering her eyes to look at the carpet.

Kissfield's other bare foot remained obediently there, its toes curling unnaturally when it realized he was watching it.

She looked up, and a blush had already crept onto her cheeks.

Mirad withdrew his gaze, pondered for a while, and said sincerely, "I admire you quite a bit, perhaps... you could call it liking."

Kissfield stared straight at him. "As a junior, or as a member of the opposite sex?"

"Both, I suppose. But if we're talking about a lifelong commitment, it's probably still just a budding seedling. So... let's give each other some time. If you still have feelings that go beyond friendship when we meet again in Rescue, then we can talk about it then."

"What kind of ending is this? It's neither an agreement nor a rejection."

Despite saying such discouraging things, Kieslfield did not show any corresponding expression.

She knew this was the biggest concession that the rigid and stubborn uncle had made, and as long as there was a glimmer of hope, the outcome could never be considered hopeless.

So she smiled, just like countless times before, without a trace of gloom.
"Hanging a girl up is a serious crime, you know that, sir? As the hero, I sentence you to massage me!"

(End of this chapter)