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

Chapter 82 Past Events (Part 2)
After the brief story was told, the dining table fell silent.

Milad savored the details of the story.

Hiolitta had been obsessed with chasing a star called "The Saint of Resurrection" since a very early age, but even Obola was not quite sure of the specific reasons behind it.

Mirad knew he didn't have enough charm to make the Demon King's daughter, whom he had never met, fall for him; there must be some hidden reason he didn't know yet.

Hiolitta's expression grew increasingly interesting as Obora recounted the story, until finally she couldn't help but slam her hand on the table and stand up to explain to Mirard, "Hmm...? No, that's not right! Lord Mirard, don't listen to her nonsense! Was I really that much of a jerk back then?! Teacher Obora, please don't let your personal grudges tarnish the precious memories we all cherish!"

Eborah gave a forced smile, carefully folded the handkerchief used to wipe the jam off her face, and put it back in her breast pocket. "...You little brat, you know perfectly well where this personal grudge came from, don't you?"

Hiolitta winked at her, "Damn it... but, but I didn't mean to say something that would hurt Professor Obora's little heart~"

“Now, no matter how much you imitate my tone back then, I won’t feel any emotional fluctuation,” Obora said. “After that, it took a lot of effort to get her to speak like a human being.”

"There's supposed to be a scene where I really shine later on, isn't there? Did Professor Obora just skip it all? I was hoping Lord Mirad would hear the story of how my adventure began," Hiolitta raised her hand in dissatisfaction. "I mediated between you and the ninja leader, and even prepared a very suitable gift! And also, while you were distracted dealing with the private soldiers, I kept a close eye on that couple to make sure nothing happened to them..."

"Moved by your eloquent speech, the ninja leader fully realized the inappropriateness of not having found a suitable husband at her age. And thanks to you, my thoughtful little rascal, for giving her the silver demon guidepost specially made by Lilim… Deeply moved, she decided to live up to Your Highness's expectations and set off immediately to find her true love. She also entrusted the ninja army to her eight-year-old sister,"

Obora remained expressionless. "Because of the time difference caused by the change of leadership, the female ninja sent by the ninja army to protect the couple ran right into the pursuing private soldiers. Before I could even make a move, those private soldiers vanished without a trace. The nobles who learned of this were furious and sent out even more private soldiers, but this left the main city vulnerable, allowing the passing former ninja army leader to take advantage of the situation... Hmm... Although the result was not bad, the plan has completely become a waste of paper. If this is what Your Highness's skill is all about, then I truly admire you."

“Was that how it was back then… Ahaha, it seems that memories really do embellish things. But it’s quite amusing to talk about it now…” Hiolitta looked at Mirad with pleading eyes, “Lord Mirad, you agree, right?”

Mirand concluded, "It sounds like you were just making things worse back then."

"Gu..."

Devastated by Mirad's words, the Hyolita could no longer rise, and the entire Lilim turned gray and lay sprawled on the table!

"...At least in terms of the outcome, it's acceptable. During his meeting and social interactions with the former leader of the ninja army, the nobleman realized his mistakes and was willing to accept the couple who had run away for love. From that day on, he changed his previous oppressive style, and the territory he governed gradually became more prosperous..." Opola continued, "It can be considered a remarkable achievement. I'd give it a six out of ten."

"Hmph! Of course! Everything was within my divine calculations!" The instantly fully recovered Siolitta curled her nose. "Lord Mirad was also fooled by me at first, wasn't he!"

"Indeed. So what other brilliant plans do you have in store for yourself?"

Mirad really didn't want to experience Hyolitta's grand plan of going around in circles just to invite him onto the float again, so this time he chose to ask directly.

"Ah, um... that's all."

Stumped by Mirard's question, a bewildered Hyolitta spread her hands. "Isn't this your time to improvise, Lord Mirard? You see, we have the stage, we have the opponents, all we're missing is you as the lead! So I was thinking of bringing the lead actor onto the stage, and the play will naturally unfold..."

Mirad chuckled dryly. This quirky Lilim wasn't plotting anything... the whole thing sounded far more terrifying. But oh well.

There's still some time before the Demon King awakens, and the "show" that Hyolitta mentioned is far from being staged.

He can go back and see this city he hasn't seen in so long, and see the people who live here.

That small village has now become a large city where monsters and humans live together.

The streets were bustling with people of different races, their figures intertwined under the crimson moonlight. Towering pillars supported magnificent halls and arcades. The market stalls were arranged as always, and floating orbs of magical light reflected off the snow-white stone walls, turning them into children's dappled canvases.

Opola is right, this place is very similar to Créteil.

It was as if he could ignore the strange feeling brought about by the fact that this place was located in the Demon Realm. The reddish sky, the towering cliffs in the distance, and the dark green hills seemed not to exist. The huge, round blood moon overhead was just an ordinary sight.

Nothing happened, nothing changed; this was still the homeland he longed for but could never return to.

“I’m going out for a walk,” Mirad said suddenly, rising from his chair. “You don’t need to follow me. Obora… you know the consequences of running away, don’t disappoint me.”

"Are you sure you don't need me to be your guide, Lord Mirad? I've lived here for a long time, I know every street like the back of my hand, and I'm so cute, where can you find such a free and amazing guide? Waaaaah..."

Before Hiolitta could finish speaking, Obola covered her mouth. Those furry claws might actually have a sound-absorbing effect, and Hiolitta immediately fell silent after her mouth was covered.

Mirad shook his head.

How did he get lost here?

He still remembered the streets of the old town, and the development ideas of other districts were not much different from those of Cretia.

Two main streets running east-west and north-south, along with other orthogonal secondary roads, divide the city into grids of varying sizes; that open space in the center of the city must be the square here, maybe he can catch a debate…

The banquet hall must have been located in the Acropolis of Miladria, and the theater must have been situated on the hilly terrain. The stadium and wrestling arena must also have been nearby, practically adjacent to each other.

...The biggest difference is probably that Miradria no longer has thick and sturdy city walls.

As a defensive fortification, it no longer needed to bear the heavy responsibility of resisting invasions by humans and even monsters.

(End of this chapter)