Don’t Look for the Resurrected Villainess - Chapter 104

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Chapter 104

 

Honestly, I wasn’t particularly worried about the Temple. They were the easiest group to manipulate when you put forward the Creator’s will.

 

So the request to meet with Temple officials didn’t seem difficult either. I could just say the Creator had sent me here, and I needed to stay a while, so they should leave.

 

But if my opponent was this man, the story changed a little.

 

“The Reviver has arrived.”

 

In the Main Palace Reception Room, from the moment I spotted that black head sticking out alone among the cluster of seated priests, my steps had come to a complete halt.

 

Come to think of it, why had I forgotten?

 

“I’m late.”

 

This man’s persistence in seeking me out in any situation.

 

“Samuel Bent.”

 

As soon as he spotted me, he shot up from his seat and strode over to stand before me. It didn’t seem like that much time had passed, but his face had grown quite gaunt.

 

“Is it true that you’re staying here of your own will?”

 

“Now see here. Your words go too far! Are you suggesting we’re forcibly detaining the Reviver?”

 

The administrator who had been dealing with the priests raised his voice as if insulted, but Samuel didn’t even pretend to listen to his protest.

 

He looked ready to take me away immediately if I said I was being held captive.

 

“I’m staying of my own will.”

 

“You may speak comfortably.”

 

“Yes, it’s my own will.”

 

“You’re staying at the Imperial Palace of your own accord?”

 

“That’s what I said, isn’t it?”

 

“But someone who doesn’t trust people wouldn’t help these people…”

 

“Samuel Bent.”

 

Hey, you tactless fool.

 

I suppressed the harsh words that almost escaped and smiled sweetly.

 

“I was just about to have tea with Heinrih. Would you like to join us? Since we’ve met after so long, let’s have tea and chat leisurely.”

 

At my suggestion, the priests all rose at once, delighted.

 

“Oh, with the Reviver…!”

 

“Just Samuel Bent.”

 

When I spoke firmly, Samuel glanced back behind him. The priests looked at Samuel with sparkling eyes as if asking to be taken along too, but Samuel nodded without a moment’s hesitation.

 

“Yes.”

 

“Then I’ll arrange for tea to be prepared.”

 

Maxel, who had been silently watching the situation, smoothly interjected.

 

Both Lilia and Maxel – how can they be so bad at understanding what people say? Are these two similar people getting along?

 

“Heinrih, it would be better if we three alone had tea at my pavilion with Samuel Bent.”

 

I ignored Maxel and turned to Heinrih. Heinrih slowly looked around the reception room, then turned to me with a gentle smile and nodded.

 

“I understand.”

 

Perhaps annoyed by my ignoring him, Maxel frowned and stepped forward.

 

“Anelli.”

 

“Excuse me, Your Highness the Crown Prince.”

 

There are many eyes watching, so I should hold back on the cursing.

 

I looked at Maxel and spoke calmly and clearly.

 

“It’s disgusting, so don’t pretend to be friendly. Repulsive and deceptive attitudes are among the things the Creator despises most. He’s very angry right now too.”

 

Maxel’s face stiffened with shock. While his flustered guard attended to him, the priests in the reception room all exclaimed in admiration at once.

 

“Oh, the Creator’s will!”

 

“The Creator has been guiding the Reviver!”

 

“That is divine insight! The majesty of seeing through human wickedness at a glance!”

 

Oh, this seems quite convenient?

 

“N-now see here! What rudeness toward His Highness the Crown Prince!”

 

The startled administrator’s outcry mixed with the priests’ enthusiastic praise, making the reception room noisy.

 

Taking advantage of this chaos, I quickly rushed outside. Samuel and Heinrih sensibly followed behind me and escaped the reception room.

 

Only when we reached a deserted corridor did I slow down and let out a sigh of relief. Heinrih, who had been silently following behind, finally asked me a question.

 

“But did the Creator really become angry with Maxel?”

 

The answer to that question came from elsewhere.

 

“Do you believe that?”

 

It was a tone tinged with the feeling that this was pathetic. Hey, you’re supposed to be a Holy Knight – shouldn’t you at least pretend to believe?

 

Heinrih looked at Samuel with an expression as incredulous as mine, then frowned and turned back to me.

 

“What’s with this Holy Knight? I thought you only traveled with servants?”

 

“I’d like to ask the same thing. I thought you had no connection to the Empire at all.”

 

I don’t know why I feel like I’m being interrogated, but anyway, I know this isn’t a conversation to have here.

 

I swallowed a sigh and shook my head.

 

“…Let’s move somewhere else first.”

 

I have an ominous feeling that my quiet life seems to have ended as of today.

 

I hope I’m mistaken.

 

* * *

 

The priests decided to stay at the Imperial Palace temporarily. It was to attend the celebration banquet for the Reviver.

 

From Samuel’s perspective, who had believed he could leave this Imperial Palace as soon as he met Anelli, this was an unsatisfactory conclusion, but it couldn’t be helped. He had learned why Anelli had voluntarily remained at the Imperial Palace.

 

“There’s something I’m looking for. I have no intention of leaving until I find it.”

 

She didn’t explain at length, but Samuel knew well what she was talking about.

 

“My subordinate is searching the Imperial Palace, so he’ll bring results soon. So if you’re going to interfere, don’t pretend to know me.”

 

When she said that much, what could he do? Samuel obediently kept his mouth shut. He had been in this state ever since.

 

He wanted to talk with Anelli alone, but the Emperor repeatedly made Heinrih join them under the pretext of safety.

 

It would be easily resolved if Anelli stepped forward, but she seemed to have no intention of doing so.

 

Thus, Samuel still hadn’t been able to tell Anelli even by today, the day before the banquet.

 

That he was the first knight who had betrayed her in the distant past.

 

‘…Damn it.’

 

He had regained his memories when the Warp Gate activated at the monastery. While regaining his memories and coming here, he had guessed that Anelli might have also regained her past memories.

 

If that had been the case, it would have been easier to have a conversation, but looking at the current situation, Anelli still seemed to have no memories of the past.

 

Originally, it was natural that she couldn’t remember, having crossed the River of Oblivion with a human soul and gone through repeated reincarnation. Samuel was the special case.

 

Even knowing this, Samuel felt restless for no reason. Should he really tell someone who couldn’t remember anyway about an unpleasant past? He had some doubts about that too.

 

“Is there still no word from that subordinate?”

 

“No. But he’s a sharp cat, so he’ll appear soon.”

 

“…A cat.”

 

‘This time the knight seems to transform into a cat.’

 

Samuel swallowed a sigh and nodded. Then, at a glance that suddenly occurred to him, he saw the Dura’han trapped in a large cage.

 

The Dura’han, who had been glaring at Samuel with wary eyes, quickly relaxed at a few words from Anelli and sprawled out lazily.

 

Samuel’s recovered memories were incomplete, so he didn’t know exactly who that Dura’han was.

 

However, if there was one thing certain, it was that any of the Dura’han that Anelli had taken in would be outraged if they learned Samuel’s identity.

 

Samuel suppressed his troubled feelings and turned his gaze in another direction. He saw a human shadow flickering slightly before disappearing.

 

This was the backyard of the pavilion where Anelli was staying.

 

The tea time he had with Samuel and Heinrih always took place here, because it was a place no one dared approach due to the fearsome Dura’han.

 

Thanks to that, it was convenient for conversation, which was one good thing.

 

“Tomorrow is the banquet. Shouldn’t we hurry more to be able to leave on time?”

 

At Samuel’s words, Heinrih, who had been quietly savoring his tea, casually spoke up.

 

“It’s not a banquet that ends in just one day anyway, and if Anelli says she wants to stay longer even after the banquet, the Royal Court will welcome her with open arms.”

 

“The Royal Court didn’t seem to have any intention of letting her go.”

 

“If necessary, they could use the captured Dura’han as an excuse. Wasn’t that the original plan, Anelli?”

 

“Yes, that’s right.”

 

At Anelli’s affirmation, Heinrih smiled as if to say ‘see?’ To Samuel’s eyes, it looked like Heinrih was showing off how well he understood her intentions, which really annoyed him.

 

“Showing intimacy with a prince who has lost power will become troublesome.”

 

“I don’t know since when Holy Knights have treated princes like friends, but behave properly while staying at the Imperial Palace.”

 

“Am I wrong?”

 

Heinrih’s gaze turned coldly distant. Amid the strange tension that arose, Anelli interjected with an irritated voice.

 

“That’s enough. If you’ve already shown an intimate appearance, you’ve done enough to make people sick.”

 

Samuel also didn’t particularly want to go against Anelli’s mood if possible. However, in his view, Anelli’s attitude right now was too strange. Wasn’t she taking on more trouble than necessary for Heinrih’s sake?

 

“If you wish to support this Prince, you can declare it in the Creator’s name. That the Creator has chosen this Prince as the Empire’s successor.”

 

Hadn’t she been invoking the Creator for every trivial situation until now? From what he’d observed during his stay of several days, there wasn’t a single action of Anelli’s that didn’t involve the Creator’s will.

 

Naturally, Samuel knew all of it was false, but other people couldn’t even suspect it.

 

Especially the Priests looked eager to immediately write down the Creator’s will that came through Anelli’s lips.

 

So increasing Heinrih’s position with just a few words wouldn’t be difficult at all.

 

At Samuel’s words, Anelli sighed and rested her chin on her hand.

 

“This isn’t the Temple. It’s the Imperial Palace where people with vastly different levels of faith have gathered. Do you think they’d believe it if I just threw out such words here? Besides, I’m someone who will leave this place.”

 

Heinrih’s shoulders, who had been sitting quietly, flinched slightly.

 

“Such a declaration would only be effective if I had the intention to stay here and continue supporting Lord Heinrih while holding my ground. But I will leave, and right now in this Imperial Palace, Lord Heinrih is alone.”

 

Ironically, at that moment, relief flashed through Samuel’s heart. Conversely, Heinrih’s face darkened with shadow.

 

“So before any mere words about the Creator’s instructions, a plausible situation must come first.”

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