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

Chapter 90 First Encounter (Part 1) (28)

Logan stood on the beach, the seawater gently caressing his ankles. His gray-haired friend pointed across the sea and murmured to himself.
“Milad…there is freedom on the other side of the sea, I always believed that, but I was wrong. On the other side of the sea…”

Glancing at the direction the other person was pointing, Mirad calmly interrupted.

"The direction you're pointing to is the direction of Campania, which is our ally, not our enemy. If you want to point to an enemy, you should point to the south, across the entire continent and sea, on the other side of the land, where there is the Pale Desert known as the Dead Land... That's where monsters roam and humans are extinct, and there are many enemies there."

"Not bad, Mirad, you've already caught the joke!"

Logan's worry vanished, and he turned back with a smile, giving Mirad a thumbs-up. "It was just a thought. I'm from inland, and I've hardly ever seen the sea growing up."

"You say this every time you see the sea. Is there any special meaning behind it?"

"Yes... or you could say no. It's just a famous line from a play that was popular in my hometown."

Gazing at the bustling harbor in the distance, Logan's eyes followed the sailboats until the fleet disappeared above the horizon.
"I didn't actually like that play that much, after all, I only watched a small part of it... How could I possibly have time to watch the whole play while I'm at school every day?"

Would you mind talking to me about the plot of that show?

Logan has been in Creteia for a full year.

And there were also one or two other survivors from the Mist Continent during that year.

Logan had initially been quite enthusiastic about chatting with the stranded people about the Mist Continent, but when he returned, his expression had become rather strange, and he was muttering odd things about spring and autumn. After that, he lost interest altogether.

Over time, Mirad could only dispel his doubts by saying that Logan's country was some obscure little country.

After all, it was indeed a pleasant time to be with Logan.

The other party is not reserved or flattering because of his identity as a hero, and has a unique perspective on things, which often inspires him.

…He really didn’t want to doubt his friend’s background.

"No, I'll tell you I only watched the short clip with the famous lines. It would be embarrassing to explain it to someone like you who hasn't seen it. But it has Titans, 3D Maneuver Gear, and all sorts of other elements, it's really cool."

"Aren't giants creatures from fairy tales? And what is the 3D Maneuver Gear?"

"You have elves, goblins, unicorns, and even Krakens here, but you're telling me giants are creatures from fairy tales? Wow, I need to think this through."

Logan gasped dramatically, staggered back half a step, and clutched his heart with one hand.

Mirad simply watched his friend's performance with a smile.

The receding waves crashed back in, white foam splashing at his feet.

The salty sea breeze carried no smell of blood, which meant the sea route was clear and the monsters weren't reaching out their tentacles or opening their giant mouths at the passing merchant ships... all the better.

"Let me tell you, the so-called 3D Maneuver Gear is..."

Logan organized his thoughts, squatted down, and began to draw and paint on the sand, explaining to Mirard the ingenious device that operated using ropes and gas.

Since his friend wasn't speaking very seriously, Mirand didn't listen very attentively either.

The sun was shining brightly; perhaps he could while away some more time with his friends... before the battle report arrived.

As the setting sun dipped below the horizon and the celestial wheel sank into the sea, Mirad and Logan strolled one after the other through the streets of Creteia.

The setting sun cast long, thin shadows of the two people, and a honey-colored afterglow flowed along the stone path.

"And yet, there are still no people from your country here today."

Mira's tone was somewhat sarcastic; he was already used to this outcome.

"If it's not there, it's not there. I've already accepted that I'm one of the lucky ones designated by Emperor Royal..." Logan's lips curled into a self-deprecating smile.

"Enlightenment while watching sailboats on the beach is far better than the arduous journey to the moon only to discover the truth. By the way, I'm planning to start writing a diary soon..."

Before Logan could finish speaking, a sharp scream erupted from the direction of the market in the distance, followed by the crashing sound of goods being overturned. The commotion exploded suddenly, like a beehive that had been punctured.

The two stopped in their tracks at the same time and exchanged a wary glance.

"...There was a bloody smell in the air; it was a bloody incident."

Mirad frowned. With the festival of Dionysus approaching, the city's security level had increased significantly, and bloodshed was absolutely unacceptable.

Both morally and logically, he had to go and see what was going on.

"Then let's go, it's your turn to be the great hero."

Logan slapped him hard on the back, and the two of them, without saying a word, ran towards the source of the commotion.

Crimson blood, still bubbling, was gushing from the wounded man's lacerated wound, like an overturned wine barrel.

The wine spilled freely, soaking the rammed earth floor of the market.

The injured man collapsed in the middle of a pool of blood, his body convulsing and emitting muffled, painful groans.

The onlookers crowded a few steps away, forming a semi-circular human wall, their faces etched with grimace. The women covered their mouths tightly with their hands, while the men were pale-faced, their whispers rising and falling like waves.

A few clergy members, dressed in robes and adorned with the radiance of the Lord, knelt beside the wounded. They spoke rapidly, their voices sharp and even noisy with their eagerness.

"Hold him down! Quickly, don't let him move..."

"Take turns using Miracle of Restoration, and avoid touching the wound!"

"Where is his hand? The bleeding from the severed area won't stop. Where did his severed hand go?"

The crowd parted to make way for Mirad and Logan, and the citizens breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing the dazzling blond hair, their murmurs revealing a clear sense of relaxation.
"Lord Mirad is here!" "That's wonderful..."

Countless voices immediately rushed to their ears, a cacophony of voices, a mixture of fear and a desire to confide.

"Sir, please look at this..."

"The bleeding just won't stop!"

"It was that girl from out of town; she... she directly attacked..."

Fortunately, the events were quite simple, and Mirad pieced together the complete picture from the fragmented information without much effort: the man lying on the ground was a thief who was trying to steal something from a girl... or rather, before he could succeed, the girl swiftly severed his right hand at the root, wrist and all.

"My hand is with me."

A cold female voice came from the other end.

It clearly suppressed all the noise, like a sharp blade severing a musical string and silencing the music.

Everyone's attention was instantly drawn over.

The human wall formed by the citizens now reveals another purpose.

...not only to isolate the bloodied victim, but also to invisibly block the perpetrator in the center, preventing her from leaving.

And she clearly never tried to leave.

(End of this chapter)