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

Chapter 99 Nighttime Chat
"...So, uncle, the weapon your old friend was carrying, according to your description, was it a gun?"

Kiesl was lying lazily on the bed, her smooth golden hair cascading down her voluptuous curves.

Half of the small image in the hand mirror was occupied by a snow-white ball of hair, its shape distorted by pressure... making Hiolitta blush.

Finally, Hyolitta couldn't stand Kieslfield's perfectly timed body movements, which allowed her most eye-catching features to appear and disappear between the frame and her hair. She raised her hand and used a white mist to cover the area below the chin of this shameless hottie.

"Mind your image, you nasty hottie! You're not even married yet and you're already so brazenly showing off those two 'bulges'! Where did your conservative spirit, which you used to use to stop student couples in the academy, go?! If you keep doing that, I'll smash this mirror on the table!"

"Eh... You're the short little nun, you're the one who's Lilim, yet you're demanding that I, who's still human, be conservative? That's unheard of."

Kieslfield chuckled. She stuck out the tip of her tongue and lightly licked the corner of her slightly parted lips, which were tinged with a stray strand of hair.

A stray strand of hair clung damply to her lips, contrasting beautifully with Kieslfeld's vibrant pink lipstick.

"According to Logan himself, it could indeed be considered a gun. Have you seen similar weapons in Rescueille?"

Mirad looked away from the hand mirror and at Opola, who was standing silently behind it, looking thoughtful.

...Looks like you've guessed something.

As a fellow crown princess, she probably has a deeper understanding of the story she just heard.

"Yes, there are. Although they were three guns excavated from ancient ruins... they were eventually issued to three heroes. Although they are called 'Three Gunners,' only one of them can actually use them. Uncle, didn't you try to promote this weapon? Did the attempt to replicate it fail?"

Kiesl was somewhat puzzled.

Even with all these problems, as my old friend said, technology is always in its infancy at the beginning, but it will eventually grow into an adult through development.

Mirad spread his hands. "Well, the replication failed. I'm not Logan, so I have no clue about that structure, not to mention the original was also destroyed and couldn't be preserved. But I do remember how to etch the demon-slaying incantation onto the bullet."

"Oh... so you were the one-time magic-slaying wand that was popular for over two hundred years, and you were the one pulling the strings behind the scenes, Uncle."

"That little Lilim probably knows more about what happened after that than I do," Kissfield said.

"With the arrival of the new millennium, the demon-slaying spells no longer work on demons, and after a few more generations of development, those wands will be forgotten... There is clearly a lot of room for development with further modifications, but now there are people in the demon realm who are re-researching this."

Siolitta pouted and manipulated the white mist on the mirror, leaving a few cat-like whiskers on Kieslfield's face... She also captioned the post with the words "cat thief".

"Poor hot girl, she can only look at Lord Mirad in the mirror with satisfaction. I'm different, you know. I can touch Lord Mirad up close!"

After saying that, she poked her head out from under the covers and tried to hug Mirad's waist and abdomen again, but he covered her face with a pillow.

"Yes, yes, you win, you win. You look like a child on the outside, but inside you're just as competitive. I'm a magnanimous adult, so I'll tolerate your little overstepping of bounds with this older man."

Kissfield smiled like a cat, squinting as she watched Hyolitta struggle and writhe under the pillow.

Mirad and Obola's eyes met, and both could see a hint of helplessness in each other's eyes.

...These two guys are sometimes just as childish as each other, like little kids.

After defeating the dragon prince, Mirad could be said to have completely bid farewell to his leisurely days.

With the dragon's remains and the hero's testimony as evidence, even if the nations didn't want to believe it, they had no choice but to put the possibility of the Demon King's return on the table. Although each had its own ulterior motives, they all formed their own hero teams to go to various demon realms to investigate the situation of the crown prince.

Hiolitta and Kissfield were arguing, while Obora had disappeared from the room.

"...I'm going to take a shower."

Being immersed in memories can indeed make your body tired.

Mirad stood up and walked towards the Cretean-style bathtub in the hotel room. A hot bath should help ease his fatigue a little.

After thinking for a moment, Mirad gave Siolitta a warning look, telling her not to do anything rash.

"Ahaha, don't worry, Lord Mirad, I'll stay in bed and wait for you to wash up~"

……

I doubt they'll do anything reckless.

"I need to peek at Lord Mirad bathing... no, I can't say peek, I need to examine him! Lord Mirad has been affected by the Dream Incense Burner, his health must be failing! I have to examine him!"

As Hiolitta declared this, her gaze fixed firmly on the direction of the bath, where Mirad had erected a stone wall to completely block their view in order to prevent them from causing trouble.

"Ah... I'm a little sleepy. You go try it yourself, little guy, I'm going to go to sleep."

Kissfield yawned, and sleepy tears welled up in the corners of her eyes.

She was already satisfied after listening to the uncle's story today.

I wonder if the older man noticed the carefully applied makeup on her face.

I still need to remove my makeup later... It's so great that I can rely on my natural beauty without having to do much makeup when I become a monster girl...

Thinking of this, Kissfield's speech slowed down.

“I know that with your abilities, Lilim… you can easily cross that wall. But that wall is more of a warning than a protective measure. It means that once you cross it, you'll be responsible for the consequences, no matter what happens. Uncle is the kind of person who is very tolerant, but once you really cross the line, he can become very scary, you know? That's just my gut feeling.”

"You make it sound so nice... but you actually saw it a long time ago, didn't you?"

Hiolitta's eyes sharpened as she lightly tapped Kissfield's face on the mirror with her finger. "Back in the sky... wait, could it be... that you were planning from the beginning to bake Lord Mirad's clothes off with the high temperature! Perverted big-breasted hottie! Vulgar!"

Kissfield was stunned by the other person's way of thinking. Her eyes, which had been half-open and sleepy, suddenly widened. "...But my own clothes were the first to disappear. But I did see them, so what? Uncle saw mine too~ You short, fake nun, real monster with a lewd mind, aren't you going to get angry about that, are you?"

“My dearest sister Kisfield,” Silita prayed solemnly. If one ignored the horns on her head and the wings and tail on her back, one might mistake her for a devout nun. “For the sake of our shared faith in the Lord God and our affection for the same person… I really need your help in this matter.”

"...What exactly do you believe? Besides, I'm just a mirror now. What can a mirror do?"

Turning her face away, Siolitta's expression changed from that of a solemn nun to that of a little girl about to cry. "You don't want to only catch a glimpse of your beloved's face when Lord Mirad tells you bedtime stories at night, do you?"

"..."

Siolitta pressed her advantage, "You've only seen Lord Mirad in his battle-worn state, haven't you! Don't you want to preserve the beautiful moment when water droplets slide down Lord Mirad's firm muscle lines as he takes a bath and comes out of the bath!"

"...Okay, I admit it's really appealing."

"make a deal?"

"make a deal."

"Yay! Then our 'Spy in the Bathhouse Sisters' duo is officially formed! I'm the older sister, Bathrobe, and you, the big-breasted hottie, Bathrobe..."

As Kissfield looked at the hyorita in the mirror, who was endlessly explaining the voyeuristic and stimulating bathhouse sister setting, she was already having second thoughts.

(End of this chapter)