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

Chapter 91 First Encounter (Part 2) (38)

"My hand is with me."

The instigator stood in the center of an open space, his posture upright, completely out of place with the panicked and chaotic crowd around him, as if he had an invisible barrier of his own.

The setting sun, like a furnace of melting gold, spilled its light onto her pale golden hair.

The hair, which was already a pale, almost colorless white, was now coated with an even deeper color by the molten gold-like afterglow, making it seem as if the hair was on fire, burning fiercely in the darkening twilight.

She didn't even look at Milad and Logan, nor did she pay attention to the injured people surrounded by clergy.

He simply lowered his eyelids slightly, gazing indifferently at his shoes stained with a little blood... as if that was more worthy of his attention than the chaos and painful groans before him.

With her left hand, she held a pale, still-bleeding wrist with two fingers, her posture relaxed.

"Raise your right hand and slowly approach. Do not resist in any way. Give me the injured person's left hand..."

Since there were no sharp blades used for slashing, it must be a magician?

She has an outstanding temperament and wears top-quality clothing, so she must have a certain status and position.

Light golden hair. It seems the only country that recently fell to monsters fits this description perfectly.

Are they royalty in distress? No wonder they're so sensitive to thieves.

Mirad quickly made a preliminary assessment, placing his right hand on his side and gripping the hilt of his sword.

To his surprise, the woman really had no intention of resisting, and obediently raised her right hand, slowly approaching.

"According to the laws of Creteia, thieves should have their hands, which are used for stealing, severed..."

As she approached Mirad, she didn't look directly at him; instead, her gaze wandered, and she muttered to herself as if talking to herself. There was a hint of confusion in her voice, as if she couldn't understand the source of the commotion before her, "...I memorized it before I came here."

"...Damn, what era of law are you reciting? An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth is something from decades ago, I know that all too well."

Logan took the injured man's left hand from the girl, winked at Mirard, and rushed to the injured man's side to see if the clergy could take the clueless thief's hand back...

"Indeed, the current punishment for thieves is to require them to pay ten times the value of the stolen goods,"

Mirad pressed his temples, hesitated for a moment before continuing, "...If they are unable to repay, we will arrange for them to do community service until they earn enough to pay it back. Human resources are scarce these days, so even thieves...must be of value."

Did I cut the wrong thing?

"You cut the wrong thing."

"Then take me away."

The girl closed her eyes resignedly and stretched out her delicate hands in front of Mirad. Judging from her fair complexion, she was indeed the type who had never done heavy work.

With the girl's hands bound by shackles, Mirand knew that the days when he and his friend could stroll leisurely and chat idly were gone forever.

"...What happens next? Uncle, don't leave it off here! I've been looking forward to your bedtime story all day! I won't be able to sleep if it ends here!"

Kieslfeld's feigned anger came through the hand mirror, her delicate face full of displeasure. Judging from the background of her surroundings, she was probably still in that luxurious cage... but it was only a matter of time before Kieslfeld was transferred back to Lescadeer.

"What kind of good girl still wears a full face of makeup before bed... Ugh, did Lord Mirad spend several days with such a scheming woman? And the busty stunner hero seamlessly interjecting with the storytelling is terrifying..."

On one side of the mirror, Mirad was occupying the entire spacious bed all by himself, looking utterly helpless.

The reason was simple: all his blankets and pillows had been stolen by some scoundrel.

The latter wrapped herself tightly in a soft, magical blanket, revealing only a mischievous little face.

A slender, agile tail emerged from under the covers, wrapped around the hand mirror that Kissfield used for communication and observation, and held it high in the air, adjusting the angle so that Kissfield on the other side could see the layout of the room.

"Look, look, this is the world where the busty babe hero is not around. Lady Mirad and I are alone in a room together—how does it feel?"

She leaned in to leave a kiss on Mirad's cheek, but he held her face firmly against his, preventing her from getting any closer.

So Siolitta had no choice but to settle for second best and stick out her tongue to lick Mirad's palm.

After thoroughly cleaning the magic residue from Mirad's palms, Lilim purred like a cat that had just finished eating.

As for Obora... she sat at her desk, propping her chin up with one hand while unconsciously flipping through the thick tomes in front of her with the other, her mind wandering to the image of the slick, oily flesh that Mirad had described.

She deliberately hid behind the mirror to avoid Kieslfeld's observation... At least for now, Obora didn't want Kieslfeld to recognize her, so she let Hyolitta make up stories about only Hyolitta and Mirad being in the room.

"What happened after that... isn't that important. The thief's hand was barely put back in place, and I took her back to the church to temporarily detain her... no one would feel comfortable putting someone like that in a regular prison."

Mirad glanced at his glistening palms, then expressionlessly rubbed them on the bed for a while. Even Kissfield couldn't help but chuckle a few times.

"Later, her identity was verified. She was indeed the princess of the fallen country. Because she was quite strong, she broke through the monsters' encirclement and came to Cretia to seek protection."

"Oh~ So it's the story of a princess in distress and a knight. I'm very familiar with this. Isn't there a plot where you swear to become her knight and help the princess restore her kingdom? There are also all sorts of enemies and adversaries along the way... Wow, uncle, you have quite a lot of experience."

Kissfield was in high spirits, showing no signs of being about to go to sleep. She smiled brightly, her lips seemingly adorned with shimmering lipstick. "But... Uncle, what's this about you being good at taking care of people because you took care of her before?"

Three gazes instantly focused on Mirad.

Even Obora looked up from the ancient book and carefully observed Mirad.

"...That's another matter. Because she holds a high position, she lacks common sense and asked me to help her integrate into society."

"I always feel like things that are supposed to be really interesting become boring when you talk about them, Uncle. Don't show your 'old man' side at times like this!"

From the other end of the mirror came Kissfield's wailing, "Explain in more detail, old man! I've stayed up all night just to hear this!"

"Lord Mirad is actually very good at taking care of people... Waaah... I've never enjoyed even a single second of that care..."

Hiolitta wiped away non-existent tears with the corner of the blanket.

"It's really nothing..."

Mirad sorted through the jumbled thoughts in his mind and continued his story.

(End of this chapter)