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

Chapter 87 It’s ridiculous
"It's about making the person who smells the fragrance have a dream that fulfills their fantasies... If multiple people smell it at the same time, the dream will be shared, isn't that amazing!"

Hiolitta's expression gradually became dazed. She chuckled and her petite body staggered as if she had been drinking. Her left foot tripped over her right foot, and she fell straight into Mirad's arms.

"Hmm... I want to enter a dream with you, Lord Mirad... But if this wasn't done by you, Lord Mirad, then who was it...?"

Feeling the girl's burning body temperature in his arms, Mirad fell silent.

…Does this stuff work that quickly?
He looked at Obora to see if she had any solutions.

Baphomet was indeed experienced and handled the situation with ease, not letting him down.

While he was focused on Hiolitta, Obora had already laid out a three-person bed on the floor.

Noticing Mirad's gaze, Obora chuckled in a daze and gave him a thumbs-up.

"..."

Mirad resisted the urge to throw the half-asleep girl in his arms onto the bed and leave her to fend for herself. After a brief moment of thought, he chose the simplest and most direct method.

He raised his hand and began to chant a wind-summoning spell, dispersing the thin, pinkish smoke that had accumulated in the tomb.

The sweet smell had indeed faded considerably.

The hazy feeling that had been lingering in Mirad's mind had also dissipated considerably.

"Wind alone won't do... Lady Mirad, among the flowers... the location of the Dream Incense Burner..."

Hiolitta was clearly more awake now, but she was still smiling absentmindedly.

Following her directions, Mirad quickly found the small incense burner hidden among the flowers and extinguished it.

That's it.

Mirad breathed a sigh of relief.

…However, this was indeed a premeditated attack.

The attackers had placed the incense burner here beforehand. They only needed to wait for him to enter the tomb to offer sacrifices. They could then use his unfamiliarity with the demon world to create an information gap, allowing him and the following Hiolitta and Obora to enter his dream.

The perpetrator who can carry out this attack needs to meet several conditions.

First, she needs to understand her own actions. She needs to know that every time she returns to Miradria, she comes to the cliff to pay respects to the villagers.

Secondly, they were familiar with the psychology of Hiolitta or Obora... Did the attackers include them as targets from the beginning? That would be far too presumptuous. Although Hiolitta has been acting carefree since entering Miradria and no longer seems to have any self-control, she is still a princess of the Demon Realm... In other words, the attackers had a reason to carry out this attack, even if it meant offending one of Lilim's.

Third... she also remembered that Alexander was the first dead in Miradria and would often come to the tomb to clean the dust and place fresh flowers... which would also conveniently conceal the location of the Dream Incense Burner.

“However, I don’t quite understand… why you did this ‘Dedicated to Miss Theano’.”

To confirm the effects of the Dream Incense Burner, but not wanting to alert the enemy by setting up magic to detect it, the prisoner had no choice but to hide nearby himself.

Upon hearing his words, one of the several Theano statues huddled in the corner moved up and stopped hiding himself.

"As expected, I couldn't hide it from you, Lord Mirad,"

With a calm expression, she raised her hand to dispel the purification spell on her mouth and nose, and stepped out from behind the group of stone statues.

“Tell me why,” Mirad said, setting aside the still-sleepy Hiolitta and Obola, ready to hear his “old friend’s” explanation.

“Because of trust, and fear.” Meeting Mirad’s probing gaze, a trace of shame finally appeared on the white stone-carved face of “Dedicated to Theano.”

“Lord Mirad, you should have seen it from what you saw in the city today.”

"The people of Miradria will trust you without reservation. They have grown up listening to your stories and believe that you will take them and their husbands back to their homeland."

“Alexander and everyone in this cliff also believe in you. The reason they are so determined to throw themselves into eternity is because they are sure that you can find a way to break the petrification.”

“But I’m different. I’ve known you since you were a stone statue a thousand years ago, which is why I’m afraid…”

At this point, "Dedicated to Theano" paused, then continued.

“I fear Alexander will never see Theano again, I fear my mistakes cannot be undone, I fear you will still kill monsters without mercy as you did a thousand years ago, and I fear even more that if the Demon King of the White Wasteland awakens, he will find you unchanged, still harboring boiling bloodlust towards him…”

"What I fear most is that if it gets killed by you again before it can even say that it can break free from petrification... then I'll have to wait for another few thousand years?"

"So... you used the Dream Incense Burner to make me sleep soundly until the Demon King wakes up and is freed from petrification?"

Mirad himself was not affected as much as Siolitta and Obola... perhaps they were too short and stood in the smoke longer than him.

“That’s right, Lord Mirad, it’s not too late for you to resolve your long-standing feud with the Demon King however you wish…”

After hearing the other party's motives and meeting the gargoyle's pleading eyes, Mirand was both amused and exasperated.

"How come you're just like any of the juniors I know... You act impulsively without considering the consequences? Didn't you even think about the possibility that I'd wait until the Demon King was unpetrified before making my move?"

The gargoyle shook its head, its tone almost pleading, "...I dare not gamble. I also believe in your nobility and your character. But I have waited for over a thousand years, and every night I can only find solace in that small incense burner... I don't want to miss this only chance. Please, just wait a little longer, until the Demon King awakens and is freed from petrification, then you can ascend the wasteland. It shouldn't be too late..."

"It will never wake up. As long as I don't set foot on the wasteland, it has no chance of waking up. This is the consequence of our intertwined fates; your plan had no chance of success from the very beginning."

Mirad sighed and placed his hand on his chest.

"If this still doesn't put your mind at ease, then listen to my vow."

"By the supreme god above, I will fulfill the following oath. If I break it, may I fall into the depths of the underworld and never return... The hero Mirad hereby swears that all those petrified by the Demon King's demonic eye in Miradria and Cretia will be saved by me."

The event ended with Theano tearfully pleading for forgiveness from Hyolitta, Obola, and Mirad, and repeatedly promising a generous compensation.

But seeing the lingering satisfaction on Siolitta's face as she comforted the gargoyle, Mirad finally became certain that Lilim wasn't completely unguarded, but had willingly fallen into the illusion created by the Incense Burner of Dreams from the very beginning. As for Obora… she turned her head away so Mirad couldn't see her face, and casually dispelled the defensive magic that had somehow been set up covering the mattress on the floor… These two had definitely fallen for it on purpose.

Thanks to the influence of the Demon King's daughter, Hiolitta (which Mirand felt was completely useless) and their efforts to 'dedicate themselves to Theano,' their lodging in Miradria eventually became the most luxurious room in the city's top hotel... complete with a Cretean-style open-air bath.

Once everything had calmed down, Mirad finally had the chance to ask Hyolitta the question that had been weighing on his mind.

"So...it can also turn into a monster girl like Obora, right?"

"Hmm... Has Lord Mirad also been affected by the Incense Burner of Dreams and started having some ethereal dreams? This isn't the Incense Burner of Memories..."

Hiolitta, who was about to strip naked and jump into the bath, stopped. After a moment's thought, she said, "Or is it that Lord Mirad finally wants to tell me a little bit about your past? I've been holding back from asking..."

"It seems the answer is yes."

Perhaps truly affected by the incense burner, Mirad's head was still somewhat fuzzy, and past memories were stirred up like silt at the bottom of a pond, tinged with ambiguous colors.

(End of this chapter)