A Runaway Villainess, Now Healing In An Enemy Country - Chapter 70

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【Chapter 70】

He added.

“You’ll end up doing whatever you want anyway. Then it’s better to give you what you want first.”

I felt a bit embarrassed, feeling like I’d become a stubborn person of the ages.

‘But there’s nothing I can do about it.’

I had a feeling that when I met that evil god again, one of us would have to die for it to end. It was natural since we both desperately wanted to kill each other for our own reasons.

Where it went, who it parasitized this time, and what trouble it would cause was still unknown.

So I wanted to do my best with what I could do now. Enough so that when I reunited with it, I wouldn’t regret being insufficiently prepared.

“Thank you.”

I answered with a bright smile.

Vermin subjugation was no different from my sanctum debut stage. No matter how strong this mutant magi was, it would be less than the man before me.

Gaining experience through purification was quite worth looking forward to. I could also heal anyone who got injured during subjugation…

‘Surely he’s not going to make everyone superhuman, right?’

For now, Marisa was the only being I had healed, so there wasn’t a proper comparison.

Somehow it’s scary… but getting stronger is good, right?

While I was even imagining all the citizens of Belmayer Duchy having superhuman strength, Davuer slowly replied.

“…Right. I’ll assist you too.”

“…With vermin subjugation? Why? Just stay at the castle. You said it’s fine if I’m not with you inside the castle.”

What kind of assistance when magi use is forbidden?

He had turned a blind eye to unavoidable circumstances, when there was really no choice but to use it… but using magi in battle against vermin was too dangerous.

The magi in his body was already tremendous, and if he accidentally absorbed other magi, it would be a disaster.

“Giselle went on strike too. While I’m away, Davuer should do work at the castle.”

Right, the all-capable witch had also declared a strike starting today. That’s why the Duke was reviewing documents.

According to her, she had been overusing her abilities lately to spy on the Empire’s affairs, making it difficult to oversee Belmayer’s internal affairs as before.

The Duke, who had been sleeping so much that he cruelly exploited his subordinate, seemed to know his sins and meekly accepted her strike. However.

“No.”

When I told him to do work, he answered like this.

“I don’t want to be separated from you.”

What kind of childish…

As I just blinked in bewilderment, Davuer bent his knee and spoke while matching my eye level as I sat in the chair.

“I’ll explain the reason, so listen, Irene. I might fall asleep without you.”

“You said you’re not sleepy at all anymore.”

Right before the incident at the fantasy library. He who had confessed to being sleepy and even mentioned the next life, had been in much better condition since the day I awakened my sanctum.

He had even said that with just the ‘hundred-year-old sanctum’ barely dwelling in the castle now, he could probably last an entire month.

“I’m sleepy.”

He denied his own statement from just a few days ago.

“And I can easily subjugate most vermin. It would help with subjugation.”

“Come to think of it, when we went to see the World Tree too…”

The wolf vermin had cowered just from his gaze.

Then Davuer was a walking debuff. If there were no major problems, subjugation would become very simple.

“I can finish urgent work before subjugation. Even if more comes up, if it’s related to you, Giselle will step forward to help.”

“…Do you really want to go together this much? Don’t you have some kind of separation anxiety?”

“Maybe. I feel anxious without you.”

Thinking this was probably sincere without any exaggeration, my head went completely numb as if I’d bitten ice.

This man really only knows how to go straight forward.

‘…What would he do if I’m not the same person.’

He was no longer just overlapping me with the Countess from a hundred years ago, but simply considering us the same person.

Since there were several facts I realized from meeting the evil god, I also guessed that my second life in lost memories might be her.

I naturally had that much intuition and imagination.

Then the reason Davuer acted submissively toward me and the reason the evil god cursed me would be explained at once.

But it might not be true.

Even if I managed to remember my second life, it could be ‘You thought there was something, right? Yes, you’re actually just ordinary villager A.’

I always moved assuming the worst. That way I could suppress expectations and quickly prepare for situations that didn’t go as expected.

“Hm? Irene.”

Since there was no reply for a while, he urged me.

From the moment I listened to all his somewhat lengthy reasons, I couldn’t refuse him anymore. The answer was already decided, but my response came out very slowly.

“…Alright. Do as you wish.”

Then Davuer smiled like someone who had been gifted the world. Perhaps because facial expressions were rare on that face, even though just the corners of his eyes crinkled slightly, it felt bright.

“…”

Somehow it seemed like Lishie sitting across from me was glaring at him resentfully, but it was probably my imagination.

That kid has a tender heart.

* * *

“Ugh…!”

After Irene left side by side with the Duke.

Left alone, Lishie pounded an innocent pillow while swallowing the resentment welling up from deep inside.

She hit the white pillow with flattened feathers, thinking of it as the Duke’s face, but having no strength at all, far from feeling refreshed, her stamina just drained away.

“I… I wanted to say that.”

That crazy man had stolen it all.

The words she wanted to say but couldn’t, and Irene’s gaze and touch that had been directed toward her.

Lishie recalled the moment when her consciousness returned after her body had been taken by the ‘Voice’ not long ago.

The boundary between fantasy and reality was ambiguous, and her head hurt too much. That voice was heard when Lishie, sprawled on the floor, was trying to recall her memories.

It was the sound of Irene crying.

And the man comforting her…

“Don’t worry. I’ll make you happy.”

“Argh!”

Lishie threw the pillow into the air.

Those were words she couldn’t even dare to say.

Since Lishie entered Valtrès, she had only brought great misfortune, let alone happiness. Whether intended or not, that was the truth, so she couldn’t say it even now.

But that man had said it without a care. She couldn’t bear the jealousy of the situation and position that allowed him to say such things.

I want to be helpful too. I want to stand proudly by her side.

It had been like that for a very long time.

That wish had existed since the moment Lishie emerged from the underground of the Moldy Sect to the surface.

“What? There was one more trapped kid?”

Sunlight so intense it seemed to tear her retinas.

Lishie saw the ‘sun’ for the first time that day. Because young Irene had pulled Lishie up to the surface.

Because she had gifted freedom and salvation.

Don’t people say you can’t forget someone who broadened your world? That day, Lishie imprinted on Irene like a bird hatching from an egg.

“She even… called me little sister.”

Endlessly powerless.

Then, before, and now, she knew well that her very existence was actually a burden to Irene.

So would she live like this for life?

A life of being pushed around and unilaterally saved?

“I hate it…”

I’m sick of such things now. I’m utterly disgusted.

I had to find some method. Something that wouldn’t be swayed by anything, something only she could do.

Thus, jealousy became Lishie’s growing pains.

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The griffin of the Mamut Mountain Range that was in its breeding season when I first crossed over to Belmayer.

The chick born then had become an adult in just a few months. It was an astonishingly fast growth rate.

I heard it even has two heads, and being such a peculiar specimen in many ways, it was immediately labeled as a variant.

Just as viruses are scary and vicious when they mutate, the same goes for Vermin, so it’s customary to subjugate variants as quickly as possible.

So this subjugation operation was carried out two days after Davuer proposed it to me.

On a cloudy morning, at the entrance of the mountain range where cold winds blew.

I muttered while looking at the members of the operation battalion.

“Really…”

“What, are memories coming back? You looked like a complete beggar back then.”

Before I could even finish my words, Nishe giggled.

It’s not like a dog covered in bran is scolding a dog covered in dung. The one who came running frantically with Vermin chasing him sure talks well.

“Really… we’re like a ragtag party.”

If it had just been me and Davuer, Nishe and Jepi, it would have been a reasonably well-balanced party.

However, here were also those poor fellows from the Black Sea Knights that Nishe had described as ‘ragtag.’

Of course, there was even Marisa, who had joined at lightning speed. I heard she’s been flying around the training ground lately.

“Nothing beats real combat for improving skills. When death is right in front of you, you’re bound to awaken.”

The commander who brought them along said something ignorant.

“…Nishe, be honest. You brought them all because you’re worried they’ll get stronger if they receive healing from me too, right?”

His answer came very quickly and concisely.

“Yeah.”

This is really.

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