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

Chapter 80 Demon Realm Specialty Dishes

Blushing with embarrassment at the laughter of the married group, Hiolitta suddenly stood up, swung her fist, and charged into the crowd.

The monster couple, who had been gathered together to cheer on Siolitta in their own way, suddenly scattered with laughter. While dodging, they didn't forget to hold each other's hands tightly... Even when dodging Lilim's pink fists, they held hands and moved forward and backward in unison, a sight that left Mirad in awe.

...It's hard not to suspect that the monster couple did it on purpose. Because as soon as Hiolita saw their posture, she started shouting like a child.

"I have my own pace! This is how Lord Mirad is going to be won over... Slow burn, you know? You guys just don't understand him!"

Of course, Mirand's amazement was more at the fact that he was able to nimbly dodge Siolitta's punches despite his limited mobility.

...However, it's also questionable how much of that random barrage of punches from Hiolitta was actually serious.

"call……"

Having finally squeezed out of the noisy group of young monsters, Obora breathed a sigh of relief, straightened her clothes, and sat down in the seat that had been vacated by Siolitta's departure.

Mirad cast an inquiring glance his way.

She paused, organizing her thoughts, before slowly beginning to speak.
"The time of that Demon King's awakening has still not been confirmed. According to the observations of the younger generation of the Sabas Order, even though the magic concentration has almost reached the critical point, the newborn king is still not visible in the serpent's molt."

“It’s waiting for me to set foot on the wasteland,” Mirand said, knife and fork in hand, cutting the meat on his plate into bite-sized pieces, pale pink juices oozing from the cuts. His tone was calm, as if stating a fact unrelated to himself.

"Just like we talked about before. It opens its eyes the moment I step onto the wasteland."

He looked out of the open-air banquet hall and could vaguely see the enormous shadow of the cliff face. The magical light could only illuminate the bottom of the cliff; above that, it was utter darkness.

"Because I am the king slayer, my connection with it has been inseparable since the day I was bathed in its filthy blood. People will boast of my achievements when they mention it, and they will also exaggerate its horrors when they talk about me."

"...No wonder it waited until you returned to the world of men before taking any action."

Obora said she didn't think to ask Mirad how it felt to be so strongly bound to his former nemesis, nor did she ask how he would face her as a monster girl after the Demon King awakened.

She knew there were some things she shouldn't ask. All she needed to do was maintain this delicate understanding, proceeding cautiously to ensure the continuation of this already fragile and precarious relationship.

Oprah glanced down at the plate in front of her, her expression turning strange.
"Speaking of which...who put the Entangling Vegetable and the Matango Mushroom on my plate...and why is there also jam of the Captive Fruit?"

"Those monsters prepared this for Siolitta. It sounds like eating it will lead to some things that neither of us really wants to see."

Mirad was somewhat relieved that the food on the table in front of him was human food specially prepared for him, rather than demonic cuisine cooked with demonic crops whose names sounded very strange.

"The 'Entwining Vegetables' will make the monsters' skin hot and itchy, and their clothes will suffer from temporary skin thirst... They will also have an extra desire to show their bodies to their loved ones."

As she explained, she carefully used her fork to pick out the cabbage-like vines and the bizarrely shaped, red-capped, white-spotted pseudo-Matango mushrooms from the plate.

"As for the Matango Mushroom, monsters that eat it will experience intense hallucinations, stubbornly believing themselves to be Matango, and will have to cling tightly to their partners, physically glued together, until the effect wears off. The Captive Fruit... its effects on monsters are not so obvious; it's simply delicious."

The air was filled with the unique aroma of spices and food. She had a sweet tooth, and all three ingredients were sweet, so when she smelled the honey-like fragrance that was enough to make even a monster lose its senses, she couldn't help but secretly swallow.

“Were you just thinking,” Mirad squinted, noticing the change in Opola’s expression, “that pretending to have accidentally eaten it might not be so bad?”

Upon hearing this, Ebola, who was eloquently explaining her professional knowledge, froze instantly and fell into an unusual silence.

Then, as if making a great decision, she shook her head vigorously, causing strands of her hair to become tangled in the goat horns on her head.

"...No. I haven't thought of that."

"That's good."

Without delving into whether Baphomet was being hypocritical, Mirand nodded in satisfaction.

He couldn't influence Obola's inner thoughts, but as long as she maintained her outward obedience, Mirad wouldn't deliberately expose Obola's hidden intentions.

"Ugh... those guys, they really are..."

Tilly, who had been toyed with by the monsters the whole time and hadn't even gotten a touch of their clothes, returned to the dining table dejectedly. When she looked up, she saw that the chosen spot near Lord Mirad had been taken by that goat bastard Obora. She pursed her lips, and even her shining silver hair seemed to dim a little because of her resentment.

That spot! The perfect spot where you can admire Lord Mirad's perfect profile up close, fill his glass immediately, and even catch a faint whiff of his magical scent!

The way that goat kept glancing over there was clearly saying, "Your Highness, even if you grind your teeth to pieces, I won't move!" What's there to be so smug about!

"...Your Highness, could you please refrain from saying aloud what you're thinking when you're actually criticizing me?"

Obora couldn't help but chime in first. The way Hiolitta sat in her seat muttering to herself had a childlike cuteness that was unique to children, but what she said was not so...naive.

"Oh dear, I accidentally said what I was thinking aloud! I'm so sorry, Professor Obora~ I actually have a lot of respect for you~"

Do you respect...?

As Mirad chewed the piece of meat in his mouth, the first thing that came to mind was the faint look of death in Obola's eyes when she was dressed up as a small cake.

"Were you once master and disciple?"

"It's less like a teacher and more like this little girl pestering me on her own. But eventually, she just accepted it half-heartedly."

Obora carefully scraped up the peach-colored jam mixed with a little milky white with a spoon, collected a whole spoonful, and then popped it into her mouth. The intoxicating sweetness and fragrance filled her mouth, and she squinted her eyes in enjoyment.

"Actually, I learned all my acting skills from Teacher Obora~ I haven't even reached half of Teacher Obora's ability to act cute~"

While enjoying the delicious treat with her eyes closed, Obola suddenly hunched over and coughed violently, thick peach jam overflowing from her nose and mouth, looking quite unwell.
"That's all in the past..."

(End of this chapter)