Don’t Look for the Resurrected Villainess - Chapter 138

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Chapter 138

Could it be that Jeon unexpectedly can’t stand being alone?

Considering his usually timid nature, it seemed possible that spending nights alone in his room might feel frightening to him.

While I was having such thoughts, he suddenly asked.

“How are you, Lady Anelli?”

“What do you mean?”

“The nightmares, haven’t you shaken them off yet?”

“If they could be shaken off so easily, I wouldn’t have called them nightmares.”

My answer came out rather bluntly. Jeon, who had been lying down and staring up at me, sat up completely and leaned his back against the headboard.

“May I ask what the content was?”

Sitting side by side against the headboard like him, I pondered for a moment.

‘Past lives, divine agents… even if I tell him…’

I couldn’t imagine how he would receive my words. Would he dismiss them as absurd?

After glancing at Jeon, who was quietly waiting for my answer, I slowly parted my lips.

“It was… a dream about my past.”

“Related to that strange Crown Prince?”

“A more distant past.”

After giving a brief reply, I turned my head. Keeping my gaze on the quiet room’s scenery, I asked in an indifferent voice.

“Do you believe in past lives?”

“…Well, it’s something I’ve never thought about.”

Perhaps because he didn’t catch the intent of my question, Jeon’s answer was cautious.

“Yes, I had never thought about it either. I wasn’t interested.”

The Emissary of the Goddess who tried to sacrifice herself to save all things.

I had always believed that she and I were different. That’s why I got angry at the Dura’han who tried to find her image in me, and pushed away Samuel who tried to project the feelings he had for her onto me.

But was that really the right thing to do? Was it something I could refuse just by refusing?

“But I came to know about a past life I wasn’t even curious about, and eventually even started having dreams about it, losing sleep.”

I added.

Jeon pondered for a moment, then murmured calmly.

“It doesn’t seem like it was a pleasant past life.”

“It wasn’t a matter of pleasant or unpleasant.”

Jeon hesitated at my words.

Especially today, that sense of kinship I felt just before waking from the dream left a deeper impression than I expected.

Perhaps just accepting that I had such a past life wasn’t enough. Maybe I, too, should resolve to uphold some kind of nobility like her from my past life.

“She was… if I had to say, holy, I suppose. If I’m the result of such a person being reborn, I’m not sure if this is right.”

Smiling bitterly as I murmured, I lowered my gaze and quietly looked at my two hands.

Flickering in the form of pale smoke, they seemed ready to disappear at any moment.

It felt as if they were telling me that this was what ‘Anelli Roam’s’ existence was like.

It seemed like someone was telling me that the real one was the Emissary of the Goddess, and the reincarnations that followed were just fleeting shadow lives.

Now that I knew about my past life, I should accept being the Emissary of the Goddess and just like then…

“I don’t know what your past life was like, but you don’t need to feel guilty for not being able to become exactly the same person as then.”

My long train of thought was interrupted. The moment I glanced up, I met eyes with Jeon, who had been watching me.

His eyes showed no confusion or hesitation whatsoever.

Perhaps these were words he could say because he didn’t know. Nevertheless, I asked him.

“What if I was revived to live like my past life?”

It was a problem he couldn’t answer. However, unexpectedly, Jeon replied to my words all too easily.

“Even if that were the case, would there be any need to worry about it?”

Jeon tilted his head with a puzzled expression, then continued with a strong tone, furrowing his brow.

“Even if Lady Anelli’s revival is connected to that past life, you’re clearly a different person, so how could anyone expect the same actions?”

Even though this was exactly what I had been thinking all along, hearing it from someone else’s mouth made it sound unfamiliar.

Looking at Jeon blankly, I looked down at my hands again.

I was currently a phantom, but this was just… communication magic, so there was no reason to be afraid.

Jeon was right. I was Anelli Roam, a different person from the Emissary of the Goddess. Even if I had to fulfill the unfinished duties of my past life, the methods wouldn’t have to be the same.

“Yes, rather than falling into tedious worries, it’s right to make productive judgments. I should quickly forget these useless nightmares.”

Though not refreshing, it helped me pull myself together.

As I quietly regulated my breathing and tried to empty my mind, Jeon, who had been quietly observing my complexion, suddenly asked a question.

“Shall I help you more actively?”

“How?”

Jeon grabbed the headboard and leaned his upper body diagonally, turning his body. His gaze instantly became higher than mine.

A shadow that had come close cast over my face.

‘…!’

…It was a kiss where I couldn’t feel the touch, but could hear his breathing.

I didn’t know whether to call this touching or not touching.

I had the illusion that the breath he exhaled like a sigh was flowing into my mouth.

“I think we need to modify it with more precise magic.”

Muttering with dissatisfaction, he tilted his head again.

A breath full of longing was heard so very close.

“Depending on what you see just before sleeping, the content of your dreams can be determined. If that’s true, I’ll dream of Lady Anelli.”

So right now…

“Are you telling me to dream of you?”

He didn’t answer, but it was tantamount to a silent affirmation.

It was an utterly audacious thing to say.

Me dreaming of Jeon?

Jeon in my dreams?

As I couldn’t answer and just blinked, he pulled back with a regretful expression and clicked his tongue.

“Ah, time’s up.”

I didn’t need to ask what he meant. Dizziness began, and my vision started shaking greatly.

This was a sensation I had felt once before.

“Next time, you must let me hear your breathing.”

Jeon’s voice, mixed with sighs, reached my muffled ears.

Finally, my vision became hazy, and the moment I was enveloped in white light, heavy sensations returned to my entire body.

The soft touch of bedding against my skin, the warm air entering through my nose with each breath, the occasional sound of crackling wood in the fireplace…

As my floating, reality-detached senses gained substance, I suddenly felt overwhelmed by something enormous. I couldn’t collect myself at all.

When I blinked hard, a different scenery from before filled my vision.

It was the Roam estate.

“Ah.”

I had no strength left in my body, as if I had returned from intense exercise.

Lying almost sprawled out, I stared blankly at the ceiling. This unique communication magic I had experienced for the first time was tremendously exhausting.

“At least I’ll be able to sleep well…”

That was fortunate. I didn’t have the energy to dwell on my flirtations with Jeon through the night.

Even though only a few minutes had passed since returning to my room, I could feel my eyelids growing heavier.

Just before falling asleep, the last thing that came to mind was Jeon’s words.

「Depending on what you see just before sleeping, the content of your dreams can be determined.」

Just maybe.

For the remaining time, I might dream of Jeon.

* * *

The Temple, which had been without any particular incidents for a while since the Reviver’s appearance, made a major announcement for the first time in a long while.

Based on newly discovered historical materials, they issued a statement about the confusing current era.

And in that statement, the Temple clearly declared that the ‘Dura’han’ were evil that had spread across this land.

‘My prophecy was right after all!’

Lilia couldn’t contain her surging heart and clenched both fists tightly.

She had told several people about her returned prophetic abilities. Among them was the Duchess of Roam.

The Duchess of Roam had gone out today for social activities. Everyone present there would likely hear the Temple’s announcement, and the Duchess would realize that Lilia had not been lying.

Lilia paced by the window with a joyful heart.

For the past few days, she had been holed up in her room without proper external activities, being mindful of others’ reactions.

But she had no doubt that the Duchess of Roam would summon her again once she returned home.

At this moment, she didn’t even care about Anelli’s watchful eyes.

While it was true that Anelli had secretly begun interfering in the affairs of House of Roam, it was obvious that she too wouldn’t dare act carelessly after confirming Lilia’s prophetic abilities.

‘I’m going to win!’

She was filling her journal with more concentration than ever before, so as not to forget her dreams.

With that alone, she could not only rise triumphantly in Roam again, but also restore her fiancé Maxel to his original position.

‘I did consider choosing Heinrih, but…’

Lilia had some sense, so she roughly knew that Heinrih was the successor supported by the Empress.

How much power could the support of an Empress who would soon fall provide? Moreover, he was the very person who had attended to Anelli’s every need while she stayed at the Imperial Palace.

Since there had been brief rumors, whether true or not, about Anelli and Heinrih, she was reluctant to extend her hand to him.

‘Honestly, I don’t like Maxel either, but I have no choice.’

There were only two remaining princes now, and between the two, Maxel was the one more likely to dance in her palm.

‘Hm?’

Lilia, who had been stretching her neck out waiting for the Duchess of Roam’s carriage, paused when she spotted something.

The silver-haired woman leisurely walking through the garden was Anelli.

Since coming to the mansion, she always seemed busy with something, but today she appeared to be resting and getting some fresh air for once.

“Those must be the guards they brought from outside.”

Lilia muttered.

She could see two heavily armed knights following behind Anelli. She had heard that all the knights belonging to Roam disliked Anelli because of those knights.

Even when they had formed a pursuit team to capture Anelli initially, those were the ones who had moved aggressively.

She knew that after Arin Toson was reported to the Temple during that process, the animosity toward Anelli had grown even stronger.

‘And in the midst of all that, bringing in outside knights…’

Lilia’s eyes narrowed.

It was truly hitting the peak of resentment.

The person herself seemed unconcerned about such atmosphere, but that attitude appeared to have wounded the knights’ pride.

‘The knights in the mansion are those who follow Prisian Sister.’

Prisian was the one who had established a foundation in Roam for a long time. Naturally, the knights had lived believing that Prisian would be the next Duke.

If the Duke of Roam stepped forward to change his successor, the subordinates would have no choice but to follow, but that didn’t mean they could overturn their true feelings.

‘That’s how they’ll fight and self-destruct.’

Lilia glared at the back of Anelli’s head with a triumphant smile.

At that moment, by coincidence, Anelli looked back toward the mansion.

Startled, Lilia almost reflexively stepped back, but she soon put strength in her legs, stood firmly, and waved her hand.

Of course, she couldn’t tell whether Anelli had seen her greeting.

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