Don’t Look for the Resurrected Villainess - Chapter 132

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Chapter 132

After the chaotic days passed and he was left alone, Samuel finally had the leisure to reflect on himself.

Not only had the roots of the god he had believed in all his life and its doctrines been shaken, but he also harbored impure emotions that he shouldn’t have as a clergyman.

He had already submitted his report about the historical materials found in the basement of Febrin Monastery to the High Priest. They would probably collect everything and begin comprehensive research.

Once those materials were studied, various discussions about existing doctrines would likely take place…

Well, whether the forgotten goddess would be revived at this point… even Samuel couldn’t be certain.

‘But if discussions take place, perhaps her achievements might be recorded in history this time.’

Samuel hoped that the deeds performed by the ‘Captain’ in his recovered memories would receive proper praise.

Could this feeling truly be just ‘remnants of an old past’ as Anelli had said?

“I think you didn’t worship me, but desperately desired her, to the point of obsession.”

He had no objection to Anelli’s words that he would have worshipped the past proxy. But this desire he felt now.

This yearning couldn’t possibly be remnants of the past.

It was too intense to be called remnants of the past, and it was growing ever more massive.

“Ha…”

He clenched his fists and squeezed his eyes shut, trying to suppress the rising heat.

‘It would have been better if I had never realized it.’

Realization was like wind, spreading the flames that surged within him in all directions. It seemed like it wouldn’t die down until there was nothing left to burn.

‘Such worldly and wretched emotions.’

Perhaps from the moment he first saw her, from the moment he met the eyes of that woman who found him so bothersome, a tiny spark had been kindled.

While following her around under the pretext of her being a Reviver, he might have unknowingly nurtured that spark.

Not knowing that it would become a fire demon that would burn his insides black, just like that.

* * *

“Why is Anelli here?”

Prisian Sister, who had barged into father’s study from the morning, discovered me and her expression hardened pale.

I glanced at her briefly, then turned my eyes back to the documents indifferently.

“Father!”

“Prisian, you came in without knocking.”

“What is Anelli looking at right now?”

“It’s not something you need to worry about.”

Understanding the situation wasn’t difficult.

Sister seemed to have noticed that she had been pushed aside, while father hadn’t made a definitive announcement about it yet.

It would probably be difficult to hastily announce that the young duke who had held the position for a long time was changing. Especially in a situation where I had been secretly taken out of the Imperial Palace.

He would probably plan to reveal my existence publicly only after Heinrih had definitively persuaded the Emperor.

“It’s nothing special, as father said.”

But that was for public announcements.

‘Within the family, wouldn’t it be fine to move up that announcement?’

Especially to the person concerned.

“It’s about the dowry and trousseau to be sent to the Imperial Palace. Since I have deep knowledge of palace life, I thought I could help a little.”

At my words, Prisian Sister’s complexion brightened a bit. Dowry and trousseau to be sent to the Imperial Palace – she seemed to understand it as mine.

Oh my, how pitiful.

“As the eldest daughter of Roam, it should be respectable enough.”

“…What?”

Prisian Sister’s complexion changed drastically. Father clicked his tongue briefly and scolded me in a low voice.

“Anelli, you’ve become loose-lipped.”

“Oh, I thought you had finished talking with the person concerned. Wasn’t that the case?”

I asked back innocently and smiled at Prisian Sister.

“Sorry. If you had found out when the imperial decree came down, you would have been more moved, but I was too careless.”

Prisian Sister, who had been glaring at me with trembling eyes, turned to look at father.

“What on earth is this about? Suddenly marriage? And with the Imperial House?”

“Haah…”

At father’s voice full of fatigue, I gently placed the documents I was holding on the desk.

“It doesn’t seem like an appropriate atmosphere to discuss this matter. Father, since you seem to have issues to sort out first, I’ll excuse myself.”

I greeted father pointedly and headed toward the door, passing by Prisian Sister.

Just before leaving, my eyes briefly caught the family portrait hanging on one side of the study, but that was all.

‘How ridiculous.’

A family portrait that would soon be torn to shreds was a painting worse than bland wallpaper.

* * *

What a refreshing morning, creating a disturbance as soon as I arrived at the Roam Estate!

I suppressed my laughter while listening to the shouting coming from father’s study.

It was simply regrettable that I couldn’t leave the door wide open to broadcast their argument far and wide.

Since my mood had improved for once, I should go see the Dura’han.

“Younger Sister!”

My good mood instantly crashed to the ground.

As if it had never been good, I hardened coldly and frowned as I looked at the person running toward me.

At the Imperial Palace, I could at least drive her away, but here, living in the same mansion, I couldn’t do that, which was regrettable.

“Younger Sister, let’s talk.”

I had definitely heard rumors that the adoption procedures were being reviewed, so why was she still holding on so tenaciously?

“Sister.”

Lilia forced her trembling lips into a smile. I had expected her to shudder and tell me to disappear immediately upon seeing me.

She seemed to have changed her strategy.

‘Well, after being so humiliated at the imperial banquet, it would have been difficult to keep using the same tactics.’

“Please give me some time. I want to clear up the misunderstanding.”

Lilia clung to me, letting out a fragile voice.

I could see passing employees glancing this way, but Lilia didn’t care at all.

Rather than deliberately trying to show such behavior, it seemed more accurate that she was cornered to the point where she couldn’t care about their gazes.

“Please, Sister…”

I looked at Lilia with narrowed eyes and slowly nodded.

“Fine.”

Then let me hear just how hard she’s been thinking.

* * *

The employees had prepared refreshments, but Lilia didn’t touch them.

Instead, she was clutching her dress hem with an anxious expression. After opening and closing her lips several times, Lilia finally spoke when I had emptied about half my cup.

“I found out about the rumors about me.”

“Oh, only now?”

“If Younger Sister hadn’t told me, I never would have imagined it. That such… terrible rumors were circulating.”

Terrible rumors. Were rumors about playing around with a few men really that terrible?

‘My direct knight testified that I change men every night.’

And probably the one who instigated that was Lilia right in front of me.

To hide my rising cynicism, I brought the teacup to my lips. I felt the moderately warm tea moisten my lips.

“I know you hate me. But since you warned me this time for my sake, I think you might… pity me a little.”

It seemed Lilia had taken my warning as something meant for her benefit.

For me, who had intended to scratch at her insides, it was a very disappointing result.

‘Well, at this point, even such self-centered thinking might be a talent.’

While I was peacefully making observations and sipping tea, Lilia clasped her hands together resolutely.

“I’ll be honest. I have nowhere left to retreat now. Please help me not lose my family. You can do it, Sister. Right?”

“Why should I?”

“I know you’re after big sister’s position. I’ll help you. I can do whatever you ask!”

‘That’s quite a dangerous statement.’

She could do whatever I asked. Seeing her make promises she couldn’t handle so recklessly, had she still not come to her senses?

Having no idea what I was thinking, Lilia continued in a serious voice.

“It’s true, please believe me.”

At the sight of Lilia pleading with a face that looked ready to burst into tears at any moment, I sighed and set down my teacup.

“The only usefulness I could acknowledge in you was your prophetic ability.”

Strictly speaking, it wasn’t prophecy but a journey walking the exact path of the future ordained by God.

“But you can’t do that anymore, can you?”

Just as I was about to turn my gaze away from her after muttering indifferently.

“A-actually!”

Lilia opened her mouth urgently.

“My prophetic ability has returned.”

Those words were enough to capture my attention.

They were also good enough to sharpen my loosely relaxed nerves to a razor’s edge.

“I haven’t told Father or Mother yet. But it’s true. Though it’s in a slightly different form than before… I’m certain.”

Lilia bowed her head. I could see her clasped hands trembling.

I couldn’t tell if she was trembling because she was lying right now, or because she had revealed such an enormous secret.

But the method to distinguish the truth of those words wasn’t difficult.

“Prove it.”

At my cold words, Lilia’s bowed head snapped up.

“It’s easy, isn’t it? If your ability has returned, prove it.”

If those words were true, simply expelling her from the family or blocking her entry to the Imperial Palace wouldn’t be enough.

“If I prove it, you’ll help me?”

“…If I become convinced that you need to be in this family.”

If the trouble of including you in this family that I’ve decided to destroy is necessary.

Then I could protect her position in the family completely and flawlessly.

“Good.”

Lilia’s eyes lit up. I could even glimpse a faint madness in those pupils.

“The Empress will collapse in five days.”

“…Depending on how you interpret it, that sounds like a very dangerous statement.”

“I plan not to take a single step outside the mansion from today onward. If only to prove that I didn’t fabricate this prophecy.”

I narrowed my eyes and openly displayed my distrust. However, Lilia continued speaking without wavering.

“And what will be identified as the culprit is a monster.”

“A monster?”

“Yes. You would know well, sister. Since you serve God’s Will as a Reviver.”

Unease began to creep up from deep within. Just as the word “surely not” came to mind, Lilia spoke decisively.

“Dura’han. Dura’han will be identified.”

The vague unease began to take shape as concrete fear. I forced a sneer to avoid showing my agitation outwardly.

“Why Dura’han of all things? Because I caught Dura’han at the Imperial Palace?”

“The Temple will make an official announcement soon.”

Lilia’s voice was filled with more certainty than ever before.

“That Dura’han are creatures born abandoned by God to spread curses upon this world.”

It was truly a terrible certainty.

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