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

Chapter 75 Parting
Several days later, in Kieslfield's cell.

The cell owner was sitting cross-legged on the bed, reading a newspaper that someone had brought in for her. She skimmed through it, barely noticing the headlines.

[Agricultural Cooperative President Obora Announces Resignation, Future Uncertain] — Elsia Agricultural News
[The Saint Departs! The resurrected saint Mirad will depart today to suppress the ancient demon king in the White Wasteland] — Visergran Herald
[A historic handshake: The Kingdom of Visegran and the Theocracy of Rescadeye reach multiple agreements, ushering in a new chapter in bilateral relations] — Mainland United Business Daily

[At yesterday's closing ceremony of the Agricultural Exposition, Acting Bishop Sister Melda announced that most of the church's lands would be returned to the people.] — Church Morning Post

...In every sense, it is a highly attractive and impactful headline.

In recent days, a series of major events have occurred in Visakhapatnam. I heard that the newspapers have been printing like crazy, and the price of ink has increased several times over.

But Kissfield didn't look closely. After carefully reading the report about the old man, she crumpled up the newspapers and threw them into the trash can.

She shifted her position, moving closer to Mirad and resting her chin on his shoulder, the gold blending together.

The latter was tidying up the clutter in the room at that moment, and because of her movements, the man's body stiffened for a moment, almost imperceptibly.

Kissfield, who was becoming increasingly adept at crossing boundaries, smiled, then pushed off with her legs, swaying her body, which caused Mirald's upper body to sway along with her.
"Uncle, when are you leaving?"

No matter how soft the hair is, it will still itch a little when it brushes against your face, let alone now that it's not just the hair that's brushing against your soft parts.

…This is also an effect of demonization.

These past few days, the girl has been expressing her enthusiasm and intimacy without reservation. Mirand has subtly reminded Kissfield many times about her behavior of shamelessly using her youthful and beautiful body to test him, but she has always ignored him, laughing and arguing that it is the proper interaction between seniors and juniors.

Mirad's voice was normal, and there was nothing unusual about it.
"…tomorrow."

With Mirad's earlobe so close, within arm's reach of her with just a slight turn of her head, Kissfield naturally wouldn't let it slip by.

Slightly warmer than body temperature, her breath, subtly heated, flowed from between her lips and teeth, scraping over every corner under her skillful control.

"Have you packed everything? Judging by the days, I'll be here soon too. Will you feel disappointed if you don't see me, Uncle?"

Perhaps because she is becoming a demon, her control over magic is becoming more and more refined. This isn't the first time she's teased him with the warm breath she exhales like today.

Mirard shrugged, and Kissfield's head bobbed along with it, her exhalation naturally interrupted.

Hearing the crisp sound of his teeth clashing together beside him, he smiled and readily admitted, "Yes."

"I'll feel disappointed too! So when are you going to give me that little mirror you're carrying around? Haven't found the right time yet, hmm?"

Mirad stopped packing his things.

He could feel the chin resting on his shoulder lifting slightly, and a pair of golden eyes, filled with a hint of cunning and amusement, gazing at him through the gaps in the hair.

"Did you sense something was wrong with the magic? Or did you figure it out from my actions? This mirror can be used to communicate with each other when necessary."

Mirad took out the small mirror he had intended as a parting gift from his pocket.

It is only the size of a palm and is inlaid with a simple silver edge.

This is one of the mirrors that Obola gave him...

The magic mirror's function is essentially to "record images" and "reproduce images" through magic. Obora once used this prop to record fragments of interviews with souls.

Since magic can be transferred and transmitted, the images recorded by the magic mirror, using magic as a medium, can also be transferred and transmitted.

For example, by using the transfer magic circle engraved on it, magic can be transmitted to another mirror that is far away, thereby enabling long-distance communication.

“It’s my intuition. I’m getting better and better at guessing what Uncle is up to lately.” Kissfield snorted smugly, gently nuzzling his neck with her nose, her affectionate manner like a little animal confirming its territory.

"And when you're hiding something, your heart beats a little faster than usual, okay? Even though it's just a little bit, I can hear it very clearly."

Kissfield's heartbeat came through their tightly pressed bodies, intertwining with his own.

She closed her eyes, feeling the strange sensation of her heartbeats resonating with each other, becoming one with one another.

"...Don't think I'm annoying or clingy, Uncle. I won't be able to see you in person for a while, so what's wrong with letting me cling a little longer... But, Uncle, if this is what it feels like to become a monster, then it's not so bad, is it?"

Mirad's tone softened as well, "You accepted it... faster than I expected."

"Not just fast, it's much faster, right?" Kissfield laughed. "Uncle, you underestimate my adaptability! Have you noticed how much more hydrated my skin has become these past few days? It's amazing! If monsterization can also beautify you, that would be fantastic~ Not to mention the increase in strength..."

She held out the back of her hand and waved it in front of Mirand's eyes...

But to be honest, Mirand couldn't tell the difference between now and before. Looking closely, it did seem that the skin on the back of her hand was smoother?
However, since Kissfield was able to resolutely choose the path of certain death... if she had been offered the option of becoming a monster instead of connecting to the magic reactor, Kissfield might have chosen it without hesitation.

Mirad paused for a moment, then said, "If you had completed your demonization while you were in Rescade..."

Kiesl took the mirror, its cool touch making her caress it with delight. "Then I'll set it on fire and burn Rescade to the ground... Just kidding, old man, don't suddenly put on a serious face, it's scary."

Holding the mirror between their faces, the small surface reflected their images simultaneously: one smiling brightly, the other with a look of utter helplessness.

"Uncle, what was that thing you mentioned again...? Humanization magic? Anyway, I'll try my best to learn and practice it. I'm waiting for you to come to Lescarte in person. From what you've said, it sounds super simple, not difficult at all..."

She carefully put the mirror into her pocket.

Then, without warning, she turned her head and gently, lightly, touched Mirad's cheek with her soft lips.

They parted after a brief touch, but the heat on their lips lingered.

Mirad was stunned.

This was the first time such behavior had been performed even by Kissfield, who was gradually becoming bolder.

"Hmm... I subconsciously thought you'd have stubble on your face, and I was prepared for it to prick my mouth, but when I kissed you, I realized you still look quite young..."

Her voice was unsteady, and her flushed face could be faintly seen through her slightly disheveled hair.

"Well, well... I'm glad you understand me, Uncle! I'll wait for you, wait for you to come back from the White Wasteland... with good news. I'm also waiting for you to continue telling me bedtime adventure stories... You must come to see me in Rescadeye."

Having said that, Kissfield seemed to have exhausted all her strength, quickly leaping off Mirard and obediently kneeling on the bed, her bright eyes not daring to look at him.

"……understood."

"Mirad said softly."

He touched his cheek with his fingers, where the warmth of the girl's lips still seemed to linger... That kiss shouldn't have had any magical power, right?
"If you want to hear a bedtime adventure story, I'll tell you one tonight."

"Uncle, you just said a few minutes ago that mirrors should only be used for communication when absolutely necessary... or do you think this is absolutely necessary...?"

Realizing what Mirad was about to say, Kissfield's face turned completely red.

(End of this chapter)