Don’t Look for the Resurrected Villainess - Chapter 119

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Chapter 119

 

“Maxel and his fiancée have already gone ahead.”

 

“Oh my, did His Majesty permit that?”

 

“He gave them the opportunity to go first and try to turn the atmosphere around.”

 

A faint sneer was embedded in Heinrih’s voice.

 

“It seems he still has expectations for Maxel. I didn’t know the Emperor’s heart was so weak.”

 

“The Empress seems to have sorted out her feelings quite quickly instead.”

 

“Your information is fast.”

 

“I heard about it.”

 

Knowing that I was gathering all sorts of information through crows and mice, Heinrih wasn’t greatly surprised. He just let out a hollow laugh and glanced at me with his eyes.

 

“She’s a flexible person. If you need it, she declared she would make an official apology to you.”

 

“Ah, I did hear something like that.”

 

The noise gradually grew closer.

 

“She’s someone who makes quick judgments. She’s someone who must remain in the Imperial House in the future to maintain balance.”

 

In other words, there was no need for multiple adults in the Imperial House.

 

‘When it comes to adults in the Imperial House, there are only the Emperor and Empress.’

 

I bit my lips to suppress the laughter that was about to burst out.

 

Thinking of the Emperor who had been weighing his sons, I thought Heinrih was indeed his son.

 

Heinrih must be acting this way because he had something to see and learn from.

 

“You’re a reliable son.”

 

“It’s not because I’m a reliable son that Mother accepted it. It’s thanks to her quickly understanding that the Imperial House would remain intact only by cutting off the half that incurred the Reviver’s wrath.”

 

I don’t know much about the relationship between the Emperor and Empress, but it’s certain that it’s not romantic.

 

From the beginning, someone like the Emperor doesn’t seem like the type to maintain a romantic marital relationship.

 

“Your Highness must take after your mother.”

 

“Fortunately so.”

 

Heinrih nodded with a smile. In the distance, I could see the door at the end of the corridor. Long, brilliant light was seeping through the gap in the door.

 

“Thank you for all the great help you’ve given me.”

 

Heinrih suddenly whispered. His hand holding mine tightened slightly.

 

“Our interests aligned.”

 

“After today passes, I won’t lean on you anymore.”

 

Heinrih’s words seemed like both a resolution and a declaration.

 

“It seems you’ve established your position faster than expected.”

 

“I have to, so I can give you what you want as a gift.”

 

“What I want?”

 

“Freedom.”

 

Without realizing it, I looked to the side. Heinrih was calmly staring straight ahead.

 

“I want to give you at least one gift that you’ll like.”

 

Strangely, that sounded exactly like words of farewell.

 

Right now he’s my banquet partner, and I have no intention of leaving the Imperial Palace tomorrow at least.

 

“I won’t forget you. All the help you gave me, all the feelings I had for you.”

 

As we approached the door, Heinrih’s voice grew quieter.

 

“I’ll do the remembering, so you can finally forget this detestable place.”

 

That was truly the most perfect gift among all the gifts I had received at the Imperial Palace.

 

* * *

 

Heinrih’s words that the Emperor intended to give Maxel a chance were correct. After announcing the start of the banquet, the Emperor publicly made a few complimentary remarks about me and then left early.

 

While doing so, he declared that he was entrusting all the reception of guests who would soon attend to the Crown Prince. Needless to say, Maxel gladly accepted those words.

 

‘But it doesn’t seem to be very effective.’

 

Despite the Emperor’s words, there didn’t seem to be much progress. He must not have forgotten his former momentum when people would flock to him just by standing still.

 

Otherwise, he wouldn’t be standing there so stiffly.

 

How was Heinrih in comparison?

 

After the first dance, Heinrih busily moved around the banquet hall.

 

His words about establishing his position didn’t seem to be false, as unlike before, there were many people around him. Compared to the previous banquet, it was truly remarkable progress.

 

Although there had been various incidents in between, seeing him achieve this level of results in such a short time, it seemed Heinrih wasn’t just incompetent after all.

 

‘It also seems correct that Lilia’s intervention during the succession struggle disrupted Heinrih’s victory.’

 

While Heinrih was busily moving around the banquet hall, I held my neck stiffly and made myself a spectacle of the banquet hall.

 

This time too, the scar protected me excellently. For some reason, the banquet attendees glanced at the scar with even greater fear than at the first banquet.

 

‘What’s surprising is that Prisian Sister is nowhere to be seen?’

 

Although I was the one who told Prisian Sister to give up her position as minor duchess, I didn’t think she would stop her external activities so immediately.

 

‘I expected her to attend the Imperial Palace banquet and somehow confront me about it.’

 

Seeing that Mother wasn’t visible either, Mother might have stayed at the mansion to prevent Sister from attending.

 

Or there might have been a conflict while trying to persuade Sister to comply with my demands.

 

At least Father attended the banquet, but he didn’t particularly approach me with familiarity.

 

‘Father will probably… approach me tomorrow or the day after.’

 

However, perhaps because even blood relatives kept such distance and acted formally, the people around me couldn’t approach easily either.

 

As a result, I was currently in quite a comfortable environment.

 

I was enjoying the leisure given to me, leisurely drinking wine in a corner, when I felt a bustling atmosphere near the entrance of the banquet hall.

 

“Those are the ones from the Temple…”

 

“They look quite impressive, more than I thought.”

 

Among the murmuring people, I could see those entering the banquet hall. They were priests and knights in pure white uniforms.

 

I had heard that the Temple sent additional people, but this was the first time seeing them directly. With the increased numbers, they certainly looked impressive.

 

They said the Temple grows more confident as the Imperial House elevates the Reviver’s reputation, and it seemed to be true.

 

Among them, Samuel stood out remarkably.

 

Simply put, he had a more handsome appearance and larger build than any of the surrounding knights. Even wearing the same uniform, he stood out as if he were wearing different clothes.

 

“That person is Samuel Bent?”

 

“Oh my, if only he hadn’t devoted himself to the Temple…”

 

Shallow sighs could be heard among the whispering voices. They were mainly reactions from young women.

 

“They say his divine power is unmatched?”

 

“He’s so good at catching monsters.”

 

“Seeing how monsters are rampaging these days, I think we should have brought someone like him in as an Imperial Knight.”

 

“At least it’s fortunate that he’s here in this banquet hall.”

 

I wonder how they would react if they knew that Samuel Bent, who catches monsters so well, was traveling with Dura’han until recently.

 

While I was leisurely eavesdropping on others’ chatter, this time a guest from the Magic Tower appeared following the Temple officials.

 

Unlike the Temple that came rushing in to create an atmosphere, the Magic Tower’s guest was just one person. His appearance was eye-catching in a different sense from before, so people’s gazes once again focused on one place.

 

Jeon, wearing a robe magnificently embroidered with the Magic Tower’s emblem, had a somewhat stiff expression. Looking closely, his brow was furrowed, as if the attention was quite unfamiliar.

 

Occasionally touching around his neck, he seemed uncomfortable with the formal wear he must be wearing underneath.

 

Although he was feeling awkward himself, objectively his attire was splendid.

 

First, the colorful Magic Tower robe itself was something that couldn’t be seen in the Imperial Palace, so it caught the eye immediately, and his always disheveled red hair was neatly arranged, making his clean face particularly visible.

 

‘Is it because he’s dressed up? His appearance is quite handsome.’

 

He still felt like a stray cat, but maybe like a stray cat that had been bathed and had its fur nicely brushed?

 

“Is he really a guest from the Magic Tower?”

 

“The Imperial Palace mages have been on edge lately because of that person.”

 

“This is a secret, but he apparently broke through the Imperial Palace barrier quite easily?”

 

“He must be skilled. If he’s representing the Magic Tower?”

 

Almost nothing was known about Jeon. Perhaps because of this, people couldn’t take their eyes off him, filled with curiosity.

 

“He looks young.”

 

“Do you know which family he’s from? What did they say his name was?”

 

“My goodness, look at his expression. He’s feeling awkward, right?”

 

“How cute. Are all Magic Tower people so shy?”

 

I could also hear the mischievous conversation of women. I could see them letting out small laughs and sending subtle glances toward Jeon.

 

Jeon himself was too busy adapting to the noisy atmosphere to notice at all.

 

The appearance of external visitors caused a brief commotion among the Empire’s nobles. However, all topics of conversation in the banquet hall ultimately concluded with matters concerning me.

 

“The Temple is one thing, but even guests from the Magic Tower. The Reviver’s reputation is truly remarkable.”

 

“Her head was cut off and then reattached, after all.”

 

“Could the rumors be true?”

 

“It’s frightening, at least. …Besides, we all watched her die.”

 

One noblewoman who had been whispering while covering her mouth with a fan made eye contact with me. She startled in shock and stepped back a full pace.

 

Looking again, their fear had certainly grown greater than before. Judging by their mention of rumors, some story about me must be circulating.

 

‘Rumors worthy of spreading through high society….’

 

Due to the much larger scale compared to the first banquet, many nobles who were seeing me for the first time had attended this gathering. Whether due to the rumors or not, their gazes carried fear and rejection.

 

Well, it seemed rather fortunate actually.

 

‘They don’t appear to have any intention of bothering me.’

 

While the Temple rejoices and praises it as the Creator’s blessing, would that miracle truly seem wondrous to ordinary people?

 

I turned my gaze away, pretending not to notice their reactions. I could hear the noblewoman letting out a sigh of relief.

 

It wasn’t difficult to find somewhere else to direct my attention.

 

Just then, Maxel and Lilia stepped forward side by side to the center. Naturally, all eyes focused on the center.

 

“Distinguished guests have arrived. The Empire welcomes you….”

 

“Yes, thank you for the invitation.”

 

Samuel, who stood at the front, coldly cut off Maxel’s words.

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