Don’t Look for the Resurrected Villainess - Chapter 121

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Chapter 121

Samuel’s lips twitched slightly as he caught a glimpse of Anelli’s smoothly moving arm movements.

“You’re quite skilled.”

“Well, I lived doing nothing but this until I died. You’re more skilled than I expected, Sir.”

In fact, Samuel had deliberately requested a dance when a song came on that didn’t require changing partners.

The song was slow and long.

Long enough for conversation.

“I learned it a little as part of my education.”

“That’s excellent for just education. Social circles are overflowing with gentlemen who have worse skills than this.”

Anelli replied cynically and rolled her eyes slightly.

The moment he noticed her gaze was directed toward Jeon standing alone, Samuel turned his body to block her view. It happened to be the part where they made a large circle around the floor.

“I’m curious how much you’ve remembered.”

At those words, Anelli’s attention was instantly focused on Samuel.

Though he had spoken expecting this reaction, seeing the effect directly made Samuel feel more satisfaction than he had anticipated.

“I haven’t remembered anything.”

Anelli answered curtly. Then she lowered her gaze. Her neatly arranged eyelashes trembled slightly.

“I just saw it. Fragments of the past.”

What were the fragments she had seen? Samuel became curious. Were there scenes among his incomplete memories that he could share with her?

“What about you, Sir? Do you have memories?”

“I… think it would be more accurate to say I acquired them.”

“How much?”

“Who I was, what I did, and what I had to do as the price for it.”

What other words could express it besides saying it was confusing?

At the monastery, through the power that had reacted to Anelli, Samuel had also regained a large amount of information in a short time.

However, it would be more accurate to say he had acquired content encountered from outside rather than remembering it.

“And what I must do now.”

“You are… him as well.”

Anelli’s expression sank strangely. She looked at Samuel for a moment, then withdrew her gaze again.

For some reason, her gaze not looking at him made him feel impatient, and Samuel opened his mouth as if making an excuse.

“I had betrayed you.”

“You don’t need to explain. You betrayed ‘her,’ and ‘she’ was disappointed in you, Sir.”

His excuse couldn’t continue properly. Whatever she had seen, it seemed the fact that he was the first knight to betray her had been clearly conveyed.

Anelli glanced up at the silent Samuel, pondered for a moment, then added quietly.

“Thanks to that, the current me is standing here.”

Her words were quite unexpected.

“I’m grateful to you, Sir. If it weren’t for your choice, I wouldn’t exist.”

The eyes looking at him were straight and resolute. Through them, Samuel could tell. That she was sincere.

“But separately from that, you won’t be forgiven.”

Even though she must have seen Samuel’s wavering gaze, Anelli didn’t stop speaking.

“I can’t forgive you, Sir. I’m not her, so I don’t know her despair.”

It was an explanation that was even cruel.

“The person you betrayed no longer exists. So if you still have guilt, consider it karma and bear it.”

“I don’t consider you the same as her.”

“But the emotions you harbor are merely remnants of the distant past.”

Anelli’s voice was resolute.

“There’s no other way to explain it.”

“You speak as if you know what my emotions are.”

“You loved and worshipped her, Sir. So isn’t it obvious?”

Anelli muttered nonchalantly and turned her gaze away. Since it was the timing to let go of hands and separate, the conversation was interrupted.

Samuel, who couldn’t take his eyes off Anelli’s graceful movements as she swirled her skirt, stepped forward boldly.

Catching her waist a bit faster than the beat, he opened his mouth in a somewhat urgent tone.

“But…”

“As I said, that’s not me.”

Samuel knew it well too. In his opinion, the woman before his eyes was a completely different person from the woman in his memories.

The agent of death that existed in the beginning was a philanthropist, loved all things, and was tender-hearted yet firm in her beliefs.

But this woman standing before him now was extremely worldly and selfish, indifferent to everything and cynical.

Reincarnation only allows souls to exist; it doesn’t revive them as the same person.

Then toward whom are these emotions directed? How can Anelli be so certain about something he himself hasn’t yet discerned?

“It could be directed toward you, not her.”

“You, toward me, Sir?”

Anelli burst into small laughter as if she had heard something ridiculous.

At that moment, an illusion arose as if small flower buds were bursting around her.

“What emotions could you harbor toward me, Sir? Curiosity? Pity?”

Of course, Samuel acknowledged that his first meeting with Anelli wasn’t entirely pleasant. The reason he became more deeply interested in her was also because of Anelli Roam’s worse-than-expected circumstances.

However, he couldn’t stand in this position with just curiosity or pity. At least Samuel knew well that he couldn’t do so.

Perhaps sensing Samuel’s rebellious feelings, Anelli added with a smile.

“You might have mistaken curiosity or pity for developing into love. Since our relationship is indeed unusual, how much more so if past lingering feelings were added?”

“Do you think I love you?”

“Not me, but her.”

Anelli exhaled the words like a sigh. Samuel couldn’t say anything to her as she looked up at him quietly.

“I think you worshipped her to the point of desperately desiring her.”

Samuel’s expression stiffened. At this moment, he felt as if the doubts that couldn’t be resolved even with the word love were instantly resolved.

Ah, desire.

“After the betrayal, when she wouldn’t look back at you, you volunteered for indefinite reincarnation to somehow make amends.”

The romantic and beautiful word “love” isn’t enough. Samuel’s emotion was desire, something he had never thought he would encounter in his lifetime.

“But Samuel Bent, there’s no one to accept those feelings. There never will be.”

However, if there was something Anelli didn’t know, it was that Samuel’s desire didn’t stem only from past foolish betrayal.

‘Perhaps this is.’

Samuel pressed his lips tightly together. It was a truth that should never come from the mouth of one who had sworn to serve God for life.

“I won’t stop you from fulfilling your duty. The monastery work and probably serving as my guide – that must be the role given to you, so do that.”

The dance song had reached its end.

“After we find the other knights first.”

The fluttering hem settled calmly, and finally the instruments’ performance stopped.

Anelli grabbed her skirt and gave a light bow while catching her heated breath. Samuel also bowed his head to her in greeting.

“…Yes, I will guide you to Beladia.”

He spoke calmly, hiding his emotions with downcast eyes.

“Your peace will also be there.”

Everyone will find the peace they desire on this journey.

Except for Samuel alone.

Samuel’s desire would never be fulfilled. He easily realized this fact.

This was the eternal punishment he had to bear for betraying her.

* * *

I blinked slowly and fixed my gaze on the scene visible in the distance.

I had expected someone would approach Jeon, who was left alone.

‘But I hadn’t thought that person would be Lilia.’

I could see Lilia, with her followers, smiling kindly as she spoke to Jeon.

The followers stood surrounding Jeon as if to block any escape routes, making Jeon in their center look like a frail stray cat targeted by predators.

Of course, this doesn’t mean Jeon was trembling or intimidated. Rather, he stood with a cold expression I had never seen him show me.

‘What kind of conversation are they having?’

After the dance song ended, I deliberately moved slowly.

Since it wasn’t difficult to hear their conversation from a distance anyway, as long as the people around didn’t cause a commotion and focus attention on me, eavesdropping was easy.

“Little sister is not a research subject.”

Huh?

“The Mage Tower would probably find this matter very interesting. I’ve heard the rumors too. That they’re excellent scholars who dedicate their lives to research. I understand how fascinating little sister’s case must seem to them.”

“I told you that’s not the case.”

“But if not for that reason, there’s no way to explain why a guest from the Mage Tower would visit so unusually. You said so yourself earlier. That you attended because of little sister.”

Lilia wore an expression full of worry. I could see her followers around her chiming in agreement and trying to comfort her.

“Surely the Mage Tower hasn’t concluded that sister is undead, have they?”

“What?”

“When I asked the mages at the Imperial Palace, they said the only way for a living being to come back to life is to become undead. Otherwise, no magic existing on earth could revive a life that had been beheaded…”

Lilia naturally brought up the fact that my death had been by ‘beheading.’ Her followers trembled as they mentioned my heinous crimes that had been publicly announced.

“Moreover, the way monsters act so obediently… there’s supposedly a hierarchy among monsters. I heard undead rank very high in that hierarchy.”

At Lilia’s words, her followers made a fuss, shuddering and saying how frightening it was. Jeon, who looked at them with disgusted eyes, tried to speak politely.

“It’s true that there’s a hierarchy among monsters, but…”

However, Lilia obviously had no intention of listening to Jeon’s rebuttal.

“Of course, everyone is trembling with anxiety. But we can’t send little sister to a laboratory. Little sister is precious family, after all.”

Lilia’s skill at covering her cheeks and casting her eyes down with a sorrowful expression was truly first-rate. She knew well at what angles and with what expressions she could draw out people’s sympathy.

She even seemed more skilled than before.

“Oh my, Lady Lilia still protects her even after suffering such hardships!”

“Goodness, having such a soft heart!”

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