Don’t Look for the Resurrected Villainess - Chapter 156

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Chapter 156

“What should we do?”

The aide who had surveyed the surroundings lowered his voice even more and asked cautiously. His voice was filled with concern.

However, despite the aide’s heightened tension, Heinrih gave a light answer.

“Leave it be.”

“But… His Majesty’s suspicions are becoming increasingly excessive.”

Heinrih knew that too. Count Hason wasn’t the only one Preshi had planted, and they were fabricating stories throughout the Imperial Palace to create the flow they desired.

Anelli had dealt with Preshi, so she told him to handle the informants in the palace himself.

Those who had lost their leader would immediately fall into chaos, and if he struck swiftly now, he could probably clean them up without much effort.

But Heinrih decided not to do so.

“What happens when suspicion becomes excessive?”

Heinrih glanced at his aide. Seeing the aide unable to answer readily, he smiled slightly.

“It becomes a disease.”

The aide’s eyes widened. Withdrawing his gaze from him, Heinrih stared straight ahead and continued speaking indifferently.

“A monarch who has lost proper judgment easily transforms into a tyrant, and any vassal with their wits about them wouldn’t be able to follow such a ruler.”

“But the official succession position is still…”

The aide trailed off.

Heinrih spoke firmly.

“He was the one who elevated the successor. Then he would also be the one who can bring him down. So leave it be.”

Anelli’s words came to mind in Heinrih’s head. The words that since their intentions aligned, he should repay her decisively.

She was right.

“His suspicions will spread like wildfire and soon devour the successor he once cherished.”

There was no reason to find patience frustrating. As long as he shared intentions with Anelli, reigning over everyone was a predetermined sequence.

* * *

The day I returned from the Lindea River, Lilia was flustered to see me unharmed.

And as one day passed, then two days, her complexion gradually worsened, and today she finally shut herself in her bedroom, claiming to be ill.

She said it was body aches, but I knew the real reason perfectly well.

“So the corpses have finally been discovered?”

I was sitting in my private room enjoying a leisurely afternoon when I straightened my posture and asked.

At my question, Jigol, who had come back after hearing news from outside, reported energetically.

[Yes, that’s what they’re saying!]

“You worked hard going out there.”

[Not at all!]

At my praise, Jigol puffed up his feathers and answered.

After Tristan, who had mainly stayed with Lilia, decided to remain at the Lindea River for a while to search for monster traces, Jigol took over his duties.

Jigol busily watched over Lilia’s surroundings and brought news from outside.

He seemed listless right after returning from the river, but after having a separate conversation with Mori, he regained his original lively appearance, which was fortunate.

However… it seemed like he had a big fight with Mori.

‘He’s still not greeting him.’

Seeing them not even look at each other for days despite being nearby made it certain.

Even right now, Jigol must have clearly seen Mori coiled up in one corner of the desk.

I was observing for now, but I thought I might need to intervene if it started interfering with their daily life.

‘I never thought I’d end up mediating a fight between a bird and a snake…’

Anyway, separate from that, the news Jigol brought was welcome.

“Yes, it’s news worth her lying down over.”

I nodded and muttered.

Though Preshi and his subordinates were discovered after some time had passed, it seemed they concluded it was the work of monsters due to the broken trees around and wounds left on the corpses.

However, the problem was that while everyone was saying it was the work of monsters, the Emperor alone believed it was magic.

Because of this, the formation of a subjugation force to defeat the monsters still hadn’t been completed.

Naturally, the voices of the Empire’s citizens seeking me grew louder, and it became harder for Father to keep me hidden.

‘Tomorrow at the latest? He’ll probably tell me to step forward for now, won’t he?’

Since the Emperor was suspicious of the Magic Tower and also growing distrust regarding the Reviver, he would think it dangerous to keep harboring me.

While it would be difficult to immediately declare me the Young Duke of Roam, there was a high possibility he would propose that I handle the Empire’s urgent matters first while he sorted things out soon.

Of course, since I never intended to become the Young Duke in the first place, I no longer needed to buy time through Heinrih, which actually made things easier.

‘Anyway, Father has been away from the mansion more often trying to appease the Emperor.’

Thanks to that, it was much easier for me to search through Father’s office. What a virtuous cycle!

Though it deviated somewhat from the plan I had made when first entering Roam, everything was ultimately flowing in a very favorable direction for me.

“But it’s noisy outside.”

At my muttering, Samuel, who was observing outside from one of the windows, casually replied.

“It seems to be because the workers are moving luggage.”

“Ah, was today when Mother decided to remove all of Sister’s belongings?”

For several days, Prisian Sister had tried desperately to reclaim the Young Duke position before I departed to the Lindea River as the Reviver.

However, Sister’s mistake was trying to persuade Father first.

Having mainly worked with Father as the Young Duke, Sister seemed to have momentarily forgotten Mother’s power.

Or perhaps she didn’t know Mother would go this far.

“Yes, they said they’d load it onto luggage carts at noon!”

Palides said in a cheerful voice.

Previously, Father had taken Prisian Sister directly to Baron Kendall’s house to try to nullify the marriage, but failed.

Afterward, Mother, enraged at Prisian Sister, declared she would send her eldest daughter, who had damaged the family’s dignity with a thief marriage, to the Baron’s house as a bride.

‘Calling it being sent as a bride sounds nice.’

In reality, it was tantamount to being kicked out. With the employees already gossiping about Sister’s shocking behavior, it was probably unavoidable to calm the household atmosphere.

‘Also, as a direct blood relative, she had to take responsibility for her actions.’

If problems arose with this marriage, Baron Kendall’s house would spread rumors about being deceived by Roam’s eldest daughter in a fraudulent marriage.

It was natural that the morale of the knights who had followed Sister became miserable.

Actually, after the incident where I made them spar with Palides, I had visited a couple more times to do similar things.

The more frequent it became, the more visibly their spirits were crushed, and this incident probably plunged them into complete self-loathing.

I asked as if muttering.

“Are there no knights picking fights these days?”

“Even when we fight, they’re no match at all. They’re all just being pathetic.”

“These days they just act like street thugs, with none of the pride a knight should have.”

Palides clicked his tongue while badmouthing Roam’s knights. Samuel also calmly evaluated Roam’s knights.

I nodded and leaned back deeply in my chair, resting my chin on my hand.

“I see…”

After thinking for a moment, I took out a sheet of paper. After writing down a short sentence, I put it in an envelope and sealed it.

“Palides, could you secretly deliver this to Prisian Sister?”

“Yes!”

Palides took the letter and left the private room. I watched her retreating figure intently, then got up.

When I approached the window where Samuel had been watching, I could see workers moving busily outside.

“Since I couldn’t even give her a proper wedding gift as her sister, I should take care of it now.”

Having been so coldly kicked out by the mother she trusted, Prisian Sister was probably shuddering with betrayal.

How much more furious would she become if she happened to learn that Mother had secretly introduced Seiri to the Crown Prince?

I could feel my lips naturally forming a smooth curve.

Ah, I was probably enjoying this.

* * *

The large Bak, Ganic who cared for the Young Lizardman, and Nadab had returned to their bracelets.

And Tristan and Jigol, Palides and Minte were busy handling various tasks Anelli assigned them.

Among the Dura’han, the only one who was idle was Mori, who was just hiding alone in one corner of the private room.

Since the day they returned from the river, after asking Mori about monster information, Anelli hadn’t particularly ordered him to do anything more. Nor had she told him to enter the bracelet.

She simply left Mori loose in the room and went about her own business.

Today was the same. Anelli had briefly stepped out, saying she needed to go watch Prisian throw a tantrum, and the other Dura’han had also gone to do their respective assigned tasks.

Mori, who had been quietly coiled up guarding the private room, lifted his head at the sound of the door opening.

Minte, who could easily handle something like a door handle, was entering the private room.

[Mori.]

Minte, who had been coldly staring at Mori, briefly looked around the room. After confirming no one else was there, she asked in a calm tone.

[What on earth is wrong with you?]

[Wh-what?]

[I thought you’d be waiting for Captain more than anyone, but right now you’re nothing like that.]

At Minte’s words, Mori hesitated and averted his gaze. Minte, who seemed to be carefully observing Mori’s reaction, slowly straightened up.

[You’ve changed a lot.]

[Y-you’re the ones who’ve changed.]

Mori, hunched up as much as possible, muttered back in protest.

[H-how can you all be so peaceful?]

[What are you talking about?]

Mori didn’t answer, but Minte didn’t press him. She simply glared at him with an intense gaze.

Unable to withstand that stare, Mori reluctantly opened his mouth.

[C-Captain was strong and merciful. Not such a sc-scary person.]

At Mori’s words, Minte narrowed her eyes. Her swaying tail revealed her low mood.

However, Mori didn’t stop talking. He too had been frustrated for several days.

[She was someone who tried to s-save even one more life.]

Not a human who would smile coldly after destroying everything like that.

Mori’s words didn’t continue.

[Mori.]

Because Minte bared her teeth and growled low.

[If you dare rebel against Captain, I’ll deal with you first.]

Minte, who had warned him in a voice full of displeasure, spun around and leaped up to the open window frame.

Mori, who had been looking up at Minte leaving outside with a dejected gaze, buried his head gloomily.

[You don’t know anything.]

Mori, who had muttered in a resentful tone, fell silent for a while.

However, soon unable to overcome his frustration, he opened his mouth again.

[Why doesn’t anyone remember?]

The tearful voice was a monologue that didn’t expect an answer.

So Mori couldn’t help but be startled by the voice that suddenly interrupted.

“What?”

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