Don’t Look for the Resurrected Villainess - Chapter 160

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Chapter 160

The carriage arrived at the Imperial Palace before long.

Naturally, I drew considerable attention having arrived in Roam’s carriage. Though I didn’t know if Father had given some advance warning, there wasn’t a single bold soul who approached me asking if I’d been kidnapped or spreading such rumors.

That was somewhat disappointing. I had been looking forward to seeing Mother’s face turn pale upon hearing rumors that Roam had even resorted to kidnapping to monopolize the Reviver.

Of course, even without such troublesome theatrics, Mother’s complexion was already poor. All of Roam had become a spectacle because of me.

Mother, who had always received looks of admiration and submission, seemed quite displeased by the curious gazes.

However, the displeasure Mother faintly displayed posed no threat to anyone.

Only Father made efforts to shield Mother from others’ view.

“This way, please.”

Following the guide, we were led to the Central Hall of the Imperial Palace. Originally the Audience Chamber would have been opened, but for some reason I heard the location had been changed midway.

「Don’t worry, things will go as you wish.」

When I had contacted him through the magical device last night, Jeon had said this with a confident smile.

At least regarding magic and the Magic Tower, he had guaranteed several times that I could trust him completely. Though his words seemed rather reckless at first, hearing them repeatedly did make them somewhat convincing.

‘Speaking of which, the Magic Tower’s guarantee…’

Though I had used many magical devices certified by the Magic Tower, this was the first time I would witness the certification process itself.

Probably everyone present would feel the same. After hearing about the ‘Magic Tower’s guarantee’ from Jeon, I had looked into it separately, but the written explanations didn’t quite resonate with me.

‘Will Jeon step forward himself?’

The thought that I might see his magic after so long made my heart flutter slightly.

Though I had only seen a few of his spells to begin with, every one of those few spells had been beautiful. So it wouldn’t be strange for me to secretly want to see them again.

While I was lost in such thoughts, the gatekeeper announced the arrival of the Emperor and Heinrih. Following them, Samuel appeared in military uniform accompanied by several Priests.

The Emperor, seated on his throne, spoke first.

“I am pleased that you have responded to my desire to clearly reveal the truth behind this incident.”

At the Emperor’s words, a Priest presumed to be the representative of the Temple group stepped forward. Judging by his vestments, he appeared to be a high-ranking Priest.

“I am Morico, serving the Creator. The Temple is praying that the Creator’s protection may quickly reach the Empire’s people who tremble in anxiety.”

The man who introduced himself as Morico wore a benevolent smile as he turned his head.

Was it coincidence? He looked directly at me without any hesitation.

“Furthermore, we believe that the Reviver, blessed by the Creator, will surely resolve this incident.”

At his quietly added words, Lilia’s shoulders trembled.

Lilia, who had tried to create discord between the Temple and me, seemed bewildered that this monster attack incident was flowing in a direction that elevated the Reviver’s reputation.

In the ‘future’ she knew, this wouldn’t have happened, so I understood her bewilderment.

“Where is the Magic Tower’s Mage?”

The Emperor changed the subject as if he didn’t want to hear about the Reviver.

According to Heinrih, the Emperor suspected my divinity quite a bit, just as much as he suspected the Magic Tower. He was thinking exactly as Lilia had intended.

‘Now that I face him directly, I can tell for certain.’

It was clear that Heinrih was pulling strings behind the scenes. Seeing Heinrih standing calmly by the Emperor’s side made this thought even more solid.

“He has arrived.”

As soon as someone’s report ended, the hall doors opened and Jeon appeared.

Though we had been in constant communication, since it wasn’t through illusion magic, seeing his face felt like it had been a very long time.

Was that why? His facial features seemed to have grown sharper in just a few days. How long had it been since I’d seen his face, and had he suffered more hardships in the meantime?

“Oh, you’ve come.”

The Emperor seemed somewhat uncomfortable. Having consistently believed this incident was caused by magic, it might be a natural reaction.

However, whether the Emperor was uncomfortable or not, Jeon stood impassively.

He wore robes that revealed his affiliation with the Magic Tower. They were different from the splendid ones he had worn at the banquet – more practical-looking robes.

“I’ve heard that the Magic Tower’s guarantee supports only the truth.”

Morico spoke first in a voice tinged with amusement. Jeon nodded toward him and replied.

“Yes, that’s correct.”

“Because it’s an oath made with the caster’s magical power at stake, there can be no falsehood.”

Morico’s voice also carried a faint curiosity. Seeing his sparkling eyes, I seemed to have read him correctly.

Jeon, perhaps finding Morico’s interest bothersome, gave only a brief answer.

“Yes.”

“It’s like a prayer offered to the Creator.”

At those words, I could see Jeon’s brow furrow slightly.

“Magical power is a force that exists in reality on this earth.”

“The Creator is also present everywhere on this earth.”

I was clicking my tongue thinking Morico was no ordinary person as he countered with a bright smile, when Morico suddenly turned to me and spoke.

“Isn’t that right, Reviver?”

Asking me such a thing when my head had been severed and reattached…

“…Of course.”

I had no choice but to agree.

Besides, the Creator did exist. Even if that Creator was quite different from what was commonly known.

Though Jeon looked displeased, he didn’t pick at my words. Instead, he glanced toward the hall entrance.

The Imperial Palace Mage who had been waiting shouted.

“I sense a magical reaction.”

“It’s the Magic Tower Mages!”

The Nobles gathered in the hall murmured quietly. When everyone turned their gaze to the tightly closed hall doors, I looked at Jeon.

Jeon, who had been looking toward the entrance with indifference, glanced up at the ceiling. Then he shifted his gaze to me.

A spring-like warmth spread across his previously impassive face. Seeing his eyes curve noticeably, my stomach fluttered inexplicably.

‘How can he be so bad at hiding his feelings?’

The higher the noble rank, the more skilled they are at freely changing their expression while hiding their true feelings. I too had been taught this way, and everyone around me had done the same with me.

So such blatantly displayed emotions were bound to feel unfamiliar.

In the past, I might have clicked my tongue, calling him an immature person who didn’t know how to compose himself.

But… well, his inability to contain his joy didn’t look entirely bad.

“Ooh!”

While I was momentarily distracted by Jeon’s smile, someone’s exclamation reached my ears.

Along with it, I could hear Jeon frowning and grumbling quietly.

“Always so flashy.”

In the center of the hall, I could see particles of light swirling. It was a sight I had seen once before.

It was the warp magic I had witnessed when Jeon had suddenly warped to the middle of the Garden.

“How can magic be used in the heart of the Imperial Palace…!”

The displeased voice was drowned out by the sound of tearing space. Wind so fierce that it made the Nobles’ garments flutter swept through, and as the startled Imperial Guards blocked the Emperor’s front and drew their swords.

Swoosh.

The air suddenly settled into stillness, and several shadows appeared where the light particles had vanished.

The first to step forward was the Mage at the front.

Behind the Mage who was surveying the surroundings and assessing the situation, I could see Another Mage of smaller stature who appeared older.

Staff in hand, he wore Magic Tower robes similar to what Jeon wore. On either side of him stood two wolves, displaying sharp intensity.

“We seem to have arrived properly, Mage Tower Lord.”

The Mage who had been looking around spoke to the Mage with the staff. The Mage Tower Lord looked around with a displeased expression.

Just as an Imperial Guard was about to say something to them, one of the wolves standing beside the Mage Tower Lord growled low.

[Fragile male! Came to rescue!]

The familiar voice and form of address almost made me laugh. I bit down hard on my molars, desperately holding back the rising laughter.

I wanted to acknowledge them right away, but not being able to do so was simply regrettable.

[Oh my, little one. It’s been a while.]

A female wolf with a smaller build than Nesi slowly walked over to approach Jeon.

Jeon extended his hand toward the wolf without any tension.

“Even Gamon came?”

That wolf called Gamon was probably the wolf who was Nesi’s companion.

“Not only warping into the middle of the Imperial Palace, but even bringing wild beasts…”

A nearby Noble muttered in an incredulous voice. He seemed unable to believe that beast footprints were being left on the beautiful hall of the Imperial Palace.

Of course, the Emperor seemed equally surprised. However, in addition to his surprise, he also appeared somewhat angry.

From the Emperor’s perspective, the Magic Tower’s visit might have seemed to ignore proper protocol.

Either oblivious to this atmosphere or not, the Mage Tower Lord struck the staff he was holding against the floor with sharp bangs and shouted harshly.

“This is where my disciple has been imprisoned?”

“M-Mage Tower Lord. This is the Imperial Palace.”

“Imperial Palace my foot! You’ve locked up someone else’s precious disciple in a room with magic nullification cast on it! You wretched people!”

After being momentarily shocked by the words that continued fearlessly even with the Emperor present, I soon furrowed my brow and tilted my head in confusion.

Someone else’s precious disciple?

“The Mage Tower Lord’s disciple!”

“Good heavens, does that mean that mage was the next Mage Tower Lord?”

Amidst the surprised conversations, I looked at Jeon in bewilderment.

Jeon, who had been exchanging pleasant greetings with Gamon, felt my gaze and glanced this way. Seeing him clear his throat awkwardly with an embarrassed face made me even more dumbfounded.

Judging by Jeon’s reaction, it seemed my understanding was correct. But was this really okay?

Jeon was the Mage Tower Lord’s disciple? The next Mage Tower Lord?

‘…Is the Mage Tower Lord trying to ruin the Mage Tower?’

What part of that fragile man makes them think he can handle the Mage Tower?

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