Don’t Look for the Resurrected Villainess - Chapter 11

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Chapter 11

Since he said it that firmly, I felt somewhat relieved. At least animals don’t lie. Moreover, if that wolf overflowing with righteousness was defending him to that extent.

Though I felt reluctant, I decided to let it slide for now. Honestly, his cooking had pleased me too much to part ways again over a single communication device.

Animals are all well and good, but they can’t cook for me, can they?

At least for now, until I reached a city where I could find proper restaurants and lodging, I needed the man.

“So that’s the famous sacred mark.”

When I removed my cloak due to stuffiness, the man spoke to me again. He seemed to have seen my fully exposed nape.

“Sacred mark, my foot. This is just a trace from when I was beheaded.”

“May I take a brief look?”

“No.”

When I flatly refused, the man’s expression became awkward. After clearing his throat uncomfortably for a moment, he launched into a long explanation as if making excuses.

“Honestly, when I heard that someone whose head was cut off had been resurrected, I scoffed. You can’t revive the dead without necromancy. Moreover, those revived through necromancy are…”

“Undead. Monsters.”

“Yes. So when I first discovered you, I was skeptical.”

“It seems the Magic Tower doesn’t believe in my existence at all.”

“If you’re truly a ‘resurrected person,’ I thought perhaps some tremendous magic we don’t know about had manifested.”

So the gist was ultimately the same as before.

“You want to confirm that?”

“Even though my magic is sealed, that doesn’t mean I can’t detect magical power. Whether it’s necromancy or whatever, if there are traces, I can tell.”

“Still, no.”

I didn’t care if my resurrection was actually not a divine blessing but some unidentified magic or necromancy. I wasn’t interested. I didn’t want to know anything about how I was resurrected, whether the principle or intention or whatever.

My voice became even lower than before.

“If you have unnecessary curiosity, say so now. We’ll part ways.”

I heard that mages have exceptional scholarly passion – could this man also be the type to accept problems due to unnecessary scholarly fervor?

If so, I thought I should quickly part ways with the man even if it meant giving up the slight convenience I could enjoy.

When I glared at him again with a wary expression, he sighed and shook his head.

“At least I’ve clearly understood that you have a bad personality. Necromancy isn’t my field of interest anyway, so let’s drop it.”

[This male avoids competition. That’s why I, the leader, protect him. There will be no conflict with you either.]

Listening to the growling wolf’s words, I nodded. Surprised by how quickly I relaxed, the man’s eyes widened.

Then he fidgeted and uttered embarrassing words.

“I didn’t expect you to readily believe me.”

What is he saying?

“I’m not believing you, I’m believing the wolf.”

“…Am I getting less trust than a wolf right now?”

“Yes.”

You should compare comparable subjects. At my firm answer, the man looked back at the wolf with a sour expression.

But perhaps even to his own eyes the wolf looked more trustworthy than himself, as he couldn’t offer any particular rebuttal.

“So then, what should I call you?”

At my urging, the man answered in a resigned voice.

“You can call me Jeon. That wolf is Nesi. But you keep speaking informally to me?”

“I’m your employer. What grounds do you have to overturn this and receive respectful speech from me?”

“…None. Just do as you’re comfortable. What if I receive divine punishment for trying to get respectful speech from a resurrected one.”

The words that followed in a disgruntled tone were close to muttering. However, since they reached my ears clearly, I couldn’t ignore them.

Having developed hearing makes things like this inconvenient.

“Not that.”

“Yes?”

“Don’t use such a horrible title.”

Realizing I was pointing out ‘resurrected one,’ Jeon made a puzzled expression. Looking at me bewilderedly, he tilted his head.

“Then Princess?”

That’s all he could offer as an alternative. My brow furrowed automatically. Is he deliberately trying to get on my nerves?

“Are you joking?”

“What do you want me to do?”

“Anelli.”

In the past, those who could call my name were limited. Family, lovers, friends. While family was natural due to blood relations, friends and lovers were all people to whom I had carefully granted permission to use my name.

And now, all those who used to call my name have betrayed me.

“Rather, call me by my name.”

So this name no longer had value in being selective about who could use it. It would be better if the whole world called me Anelli. Since nothing else remained.

“I’m neither a resurrected one nor a daughter of Roam.”

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Everyone in the Roam Family has something they’re obsessed with.

For Father, it was Mother, for Mother it was a daughter who would become empress, for my sister it was the head of house position, for my brother it was Mother. And I…

I thought I was obsessed with Maxel. I didn’t know about hot and passionate or romantic and sweet love. I just vaguely thought that the emotion I harbored for Maxel was love.

If this emotion wasn’t love, then what on earth could love be? That’s how I defined it.

My love seemed to have a somewhat different material from the typical love of young ladies. Because I loved, I strictly maintained propriety and didn’t lean on him.

I showed consideration that met my standards, and I hoped he would do the same for me. I thought the woman who would stand by his side shouldn’t be weak or yielding. Because he was the crown prince. Because he was someone who would become emperor.

Maxel might assert that the emotion I showed him wasn’t love. But it was love. There was no other word to express it.

If it wasn’t love, I wouldn’t be ruminating over memories with you like this sometimes. Maxel.

[You can sleep peacefully. My senses will keenly detect danger. I have never once let that male fall into danger.]

I slowly opened my closed eyes. When I turned my head slightly, I saw Nesi lying in front of the campfire with only embers remaining. Nesi had folded his two front legs and was resting his head on them.

Jeon, who was beyond the fire, was sleeping peacefully, even snoring. I saw earlier that he fell asleep as soon as his head touched the ground.

Even with Nesi watching over us, to be able to sleep so comfortably in a forest like this. I thought such dull nerves were truly enviable.

I turned my head to make eye contact with Nesi.

“How did you two end up traveling together?”

[My companion wanted it. That male returning safely was what my companion and their master desired.]

“Ah… I see.”

If he had a companion, no matter how much I enticed him, I couldn’t take him with me. I sighed in regret.

“I suppose everyone at the Magic Tower raises wolves.”

While muttering to myself, I suddenly imagined having a magnificent animal by my side.

It would be wonderful if I could pick up a sturdy wolf in these mountains too. But if I traveled with a wolf, would I be able to enter cities?

Just today we couldn’t get lodging because of Nesi, so how has Jeon been traveling with Nesi? Don’t tell me he’s only been camping like this every time?

“Nesi, can you enter cities?”

[That male puts a collar on me.]

Nesi answered firmly.

Could he be using an appearance-changing magic device on Nesi? Something so precious? But if he had such a thing, why didn’t he use it earlier?

“We just got kicked out earlier though.”

[I heard the collar can’t be used continuously.]

Ah, like the Temple’s treasure, that one must also have limitations on usage or something. Even so, to use a precious magic device like this. Being from the Magic Tower, he seemed to have no reservations about utilizing magic devices.

If I also got a wolf and put an appearance-changing magic device on it to travel with…

I chuckled at the absurd thought.

No matter how much money I had, that seemed like too big a wish. Appearance-changing magic devices aren’t easy to obtain, and if I got one, I’d have to change my own appearance first.

“Nesi is a summoned creature.”

Startled by the sudden interruption, I reflexively half-raised my upper body. Jeon still had his eyes closed.

“Not a spirit in the conventional sense… Actually, it’s more like storage than summoning. Putting him in and taking him out of subspace. However, since that guy is a real wolf, he can’t endure subspace for long, so I try to have him accompany me.”

There was no drowsiness in his calm explanatory voice.

Did he wake up from my chatter? Since I didn’t say much, it probably looked more like I was talking to myself rather than conversing with Nesi.

Even so, to speak so defensively like this.

Reflecting on my carelessness, I casually asked a question.

“Do you use subspace in that way too?”

“Of course this is a tremendous waste. I can’t store any luggage in subspace at all because of putting that guy in there. Still, even if I have to abandon all other luggage, I must take Nesi with me.”

Jeon slightly opened his eyes.

“Nesi’s mate is waiting anxiously for Nesi.”

“….”

Perhaps he added that detail because he was worried I might not be able to let go of my attachment to Nesi.

I couldn’t clearly see Jeon’s expression as he glanced at me. I didn’t give him any particular answer and instead pulled up the blanket.

The stiff, rough blanket didn’t block the cold air very well. Perhaps because of that, my body felt a little chilly.

No, this coolness I was feeling wasn’t entirely due to the night air. My body was trembling at the thought that even mere beasts knew this kind of devotion, while I and everyone around me, who believed ourselves so superior, remained ignorant of it.

No, I even thought we might never understand it at all.

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