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

Chapter 81 Past Events (Part 1)
Obora had long heard that a demon king's daughter had been inquiring about the resurrected saint.

Therefore, she was not surprised when Siolitta actually came to her door.

Although there were quite a few monsters who lived in the same historical period as him, only Obora had faced his sharp edge and crawled out of the tomb at that time.

When Hiolitta came to her door, Obora was on a small island in Japan.

A soul was reincarnated as the second daughter of a local nobleman. The oppressive and stressful family environment made her yearn to elope with her beloved.

Young and impetuous, the sheltered girl and her chosen lover were both too naive. They never imagined that the nobleman, for the sake of his family's honor, would send his private army to nip their hopes for a bright future in the bud.

And that's exactly what Obola came for.

"Teacher—Teacher Obora—Hello, hello, can you hear me—"

At that time, Siolitta had only recently left the Demon King's Palace in the Demon Realm, and everything around her was new and interesting.

So even though Obora seemed reluctant to reveal the events of a thousand years ago to her, she could still follow behind this veteran Baphomet and watch Obora go to great lengths for the eloping couple.

“They can hear us, Your Highness.”

Without turning her head, Obora knelt before the low table, lifted her wide robe, and unfurled the scroll before her.

She was writing a letter to the leader of the ninja army in the local ninja village, hoping that he could send one or two female ninjas to take care of the couple after they left the island, while Abora herself would be responsible for dealing with the noble private soldiers who were chasing them.

A formal interview would obviously be more efficient, but the leader seemed particularly fond of the traditional method of correspondence... so she could only pick up a brush that she hadn't used in a long time and try to write an invitation.

"Tell me, tell me! How did Lord Mirad cut off your head? Was he really surrounded by golden light and had angel wings on his back?"

The brush tip, which had been flowing smoothly and splashing ink, suddenly stopped, leaving an unsightly, bloated ink stain on the paper.

The innocent smile on Obola's face almost crumbled. She took a deep breath and replied in a trembling voice,
"They...they don't know...maybe they forgot..."

Yes, at that time, in Obola's eyes, Hiolitta was completely a brat.

Her exploration of her own power was still in its infancy, and she knew nothing about interpersonal relationships and social interactions. She cared nothing about anything except the resurrected saint... It seemed that only that saint, who now only existed in legends, could leave a mark on her heart.

Hiolitta's innocent smile made Obola feel utterly ashamed and inferior. She thought to herself, "Little girl, you are a natural-born actress. A single casual remark from you is all it takes for us old folks to pretend to be young all our lives."

"Eh...you really don't know? Teacher Obora, you were killed by Lord Mirad, right? It's recorded in the history books. Baphomet, the Madman, was the seventh Demon King. He was beheaded by the Resurrected Saint on a hill covered in dark clouds...His fur was skinned as a symbol after his death, and his remaining body was burned to ashes by holy flames, leaving not a trace of ash..."

She pulled a thick book from her bosom, pointed to the words on it with her fingertip, and read them aloud, word by word.

"Wow, that looks so painful! Professor Obora, you must have suffered a lot back then, right? Did you think that punishment wasn't enough?"

Using magic to conjure ink stains from the scroll, Obora was taken aback by her question and instinctively replied...
“Of course not!” Hiolitta cheered, poking Obora’s cheek with her finger. “Look, look! Teacher Obora, you definitely remember what happened back then, right? Tell me about it! Once I know about Lord Mirad’s heroic figure, I won’t bother you anymore and hinder your journey of atonement…”

Obora brushed aside Hiolitta's mischievous fingers, her golden pupils shining even brighter in the dim candlelight. "I don't quite understand, Your Highness, why do you pursue that phantom? He hasn't been resurrected for a very, very long time... so long that everyone thinks his story is fictional. Besides, you probably haven't witnessed his radiance firsthand, have you?"

Hiolitta tilted her head, her voice tinged with doubt, "Don't you understand? Hmm... I thought you, Professor Obora, would understand me. Anyway, I have my reasons for pursuing him! Just like you, Professor Obora, must complete your atonement, it's something I can't avoid!"

Ah, they're starting to argue and make things up.

Obora felt she was about to lose control of her facial expression. "Don't call her teacher! Becoming Lilim's mentor... I can't accept such an honor, and this title makes me sound too old!"

Hiolitta stared at her face for a while, then said quite sincerely, "But Professor Obora, you are more than ten times my age, aren't you? And knowing full well that you are a very old monster, you still pretend to be a little girl... Is this some kind of special hobby of yours, Professor Obora?"

……

Click.

There was a crisp sound.

Obora's calligraphy brush handle is made from the hardest part of a demon beast's thigh bone. It feels cool to the touch and is extremely comfortable against the skin, preventing slippage even with sweaty hands. The seller, Gyobu Tanuki, even claimed that even the Demon King would have a hard time breaking it…

It now seems that the seller was just bragging, because the pen that even the Demon King would have had to break with great difficulty was simply and neatly crushed in two by Obora.

She shouldn't have been so angry about her age being exposed, since it's an indisputable fact. Pretending to be a young girl was just a way to ignite her immoral tendencies...

But why did she lose control of her emotions when Siolitta said those things to her?

Meeting Lilim's concerned gaze, Obora waved her hand to indicate that she was fine. "If Your Highness is here to play tricks on this old man, then you have achieved your goal."

"Ah, after being exposed, she gave up on herself and even her self-perception changed from that of a little girl to that of an old woman... Teacher Opola, please cheer up!"

"Shut up, you noisy little brat!"

A swift attack using fingertips dipped in ink!
quick! allow! ruthless!
Today she's going to leave a mark of humiliation on this little girl's face... she'll draw a holy sword!
Instead of flinching, Kesiolita offered her fair face to Obora's ink-stained fingers. "Oh, Teacher Obora, are you going to formally accept me as your apprentice? I know, I know, in this East, some sinners have ink tattooed on their faces. Are you considering me your accomplice? That's wonderful, thank you for your recognition..."

……

After a long while, Obola stared blankly at Hiolitta, who was admiring the holy sword painted haphazardly on her face in the mirror, looking quite excited.

After a brief moment of thought, she decided to start by teaching the little girl how to speak properly.

(End of this chapter)