Don’t Look for the Resurrected Villainess - Chapter 163

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Chapter 163

Jeon declared that this time he would truly follow me, and shook off his teacher.

The Imperial Palace seemed to have no grounds to detain Jeon, so they readily accepted his departure from the palace.

“Please stop scaring me.”

Jeon, who had been checking his bag to see if the mana stones he had hastily packed were still there, suddenly spoke.

Seeing the mana stones seemed to remind him of what had happened earlier.

At his expression full of grievance as he looked at me, I widened my eyes and protested.

“When did I scare you?”

“You scared me so much saying I might lose my magic power.”

“When did I say you’d lose it? I asked if you weren’t afraid you might lose it.”

Despite my protest, Jeon still wore a disgruntled expression. He had been calm when making the guarantee, but now that it was all over, that incident seemed to feel quite spine-chilling to him.

I looked at Jeon and shook my head, then turned around. What had happened in the hall earlier flashed through my mind.

「A reviver of the Creator…」

「Oh! Someone chosen by the Creator!」

My words about being a reviver chosen by the Creator were naturally proven true. Jeon’s magic power also survived completely intact.

I had worried that there might be problems when Jeon added at the end that I was a blessed person, but fortunately the feared incident didn’t occur.

The Emperor wore a strange expression, and the nobles showered me with praise. The people from Roam had lifeless expressions like glass dolls, and Lilia stood there with a pale, sickly face as if she might collapse at any moment.

Was it because I had confirmed my identity through the relatively commonly used guarantee of the Mage Tower, rather than through vague divine oracles?

Even those who had feared I might be a monster now seemed to accept me completely as an apostle of the Creator.

‘If I had known this would be so effective, I would have tried it much earlier.’

Thinking this, I glanced around. The knights from Roam who had said they would bring a carriage to ride to the Lindea River were still nowhere to be seen.

Are they making a carriage?

Just as I was having such mischievous thoughts and was about to cross my arms, I felt a presence behind me.

“I never expected to become so certain of the Creator’s blessing in this way.”

The one approaching with Samuel was Morico. I thought he had already left since he had quickly exited the hall.

Morico, meeting my gaze, smiled brightly and greeted me with a proper posture.

“I am Morico, a priest who serves the Creator. I am very pleased to see you again like this, Reviver.”

“Again?”

As I muttered while pondering the somehow subtle nuance, Morico nodded and answered.

“Yes. You won’t remember our first meeting. At that time, your neck and head were separated.”

Ah, the name Morico did sound somewhat familiar…

“You were that high priest who collected my corpse.”

“Yes.”

“…I don’t think I ever said thank you for that. Thank you for collecting my corpse.”

It might be because he put my separately rolling body together that I was able to revive completely intact. For now, I politely offered my thanks.

Then Morico’s eyes widened. He looked surprised as if he had heard unexpected words.

“You’ve found peace of mind since we last met. That’s fortunate.”

“Pardon?”

“I remember that when you opened your eyes in the Grand Temple, you were very sensitive.”

I tried to recall myself when I had awakened in the Grand Temple.

That time when I had desperately tried to shake off everyone around me through misbehavior. When I had tried to silence the chattering mouths even through self-harm.

Certainly, my nerves had been sharply honed then. It felt like my enemies were swarming everywhere, and I could hear mocking voices even in the darkness.

The scar remaining on my neck was disgusting and my revived body was horrible.

‘Right, that’s how it was.’

…Right, that’s how it was.

“Jeon! You bastard!”

I, who had been immersed in subtle sentiments, suddenly looked up. I could see the Mage Tower Master, Jeon’s teacher whom he had shaken off since the hall, grumbling as he came this way.

The Mage Tower Master, who seemed to be heading straight for Jeon, stopped when he spotted Morico.

With fire in both eyes, he pointed his staff at Morico.

“I’ll never forget that you lured away someone else’s precious disciple.”

At that threatening intimidation, Morico sighed in a low voice.

“Seisian, let’s call it even for how you spirited away the Reviver and played dumb in the past.”

“Who spirited away and played dumb?”

“Who else but your precious disciple.”

Saying this, Morico glanced at Jeon. Jeon, who had been pretending it wasn’t his story as much as possible, flinched and turned his back to Morico.

At Morico’s words, the Mage Tower Master, Seisian, beat his own chest.

“Oh my, to have such bad luck with disciples in my old age!”

At his appearance lamenting his lack of luck with disciples to the air, Jeon coughed politely and said.

“Old man, you’re quite energetic…”

“Shut up, you bastard! Shut up!”

Thwack, thwack!

The sound of the staff cutting through the air was sharper than the north wind.

“Ah, ah! It hurts! Did you make the staff out of steel? Why is it so hard!”

Seeing how he was taking all the hits from the swinging staff while whining, this didn’t seem to be the first or second time such a thing had happened.

And probably with high probability, Seisian’s anger would only be appeased if he took such a beating.

[Tsk. This male is only getting better at taking hits while avoiding vital spots.]

[He’s a clever little one.]

The wolves who had walked over side by side, wagging their tails, had a friendly conversation while watching Jeon getting beaten by his teacher.

Somehow I felt I could understand how Jeon usually spent his time at the Mage Tower.

“Mages are really light and noisy, aren’t they.”

Morico, who had approached my side at some point, casually struck up a conversation.

“Still, sometimes when you see them, they seem full of vitality and it’s nice to watch. It’s unfortunate that it’s only nice when you see them occasionally.”

His personality seemed extraordinary from the start, being bold enough to collect an undecaying corpse.

I glanced at Morico, who seemed to have as unique a personality as Seisian. He watched Seisian swinging his staff and Jeon getting beaten kindly, then turned around.

“Since my work is done, I should return to the Temple now. Please take good care of our Samuel Bent.”

At those words, Samuel, who had been quietly guarding behind Morico the whole time, stepped forward and spoke.

“Are you leaving already?”

“My duty only goes this far. More than that, I heard from the High Priest. To receive the mission of guiding the Reviver – isn’t that surprising and grateful? Please do your absolute best.”

Samuel bowed his head curtly. Morico, who had returned the greeting, looked back at me and bowed similarly.

“I will pray that the Creator’s grace always reaches the Reviver’s path ahead.”

Only after Morico left with his farewell did the Mage Tower Master’s beating stop.

Having swung his staff so enthusiastically, Seisian’s face was completely flushed. Even while panting and occasionally hurling insults at Jeon, he finally caught his breath and straightened his back.

“So, you’re not coming back to the Mage Tower?”

“Isn’t that obvious?”

“What has this bastard done right to be so snappy…!”

The staff rose once more, but this time another mage who had come with them desperately clung to Seisian’s arm, so it wasn’t swung.

Seisian, seeming to lack the strength to shake off the person clinging to him, groaned and lowered his arm.

“That’s why I told you not to get involved.”

Groaning while glaring at Jeon, he suddenly looked back at me.

I’m not sure if this is the appropriate expression, but right now Seisian’s face was exactly that.

‘The face of a parent looking at the bad friend who led their exemplary, kind, and upright child down the wrong path.’

It was a face I had often seen when visiting the houses of those I had considered close friends after my notoriety had grown.

After seeing that face, our relationships would invariably be cut off.

“I understand that the Creator chose you, but can you really resolve the monster attack situation?”

“…Yes.”

“It won’t turn into a situation where that stupid disciple of mine gets blamed and takes responsibility, will it?”

Seisian’s eyes were full of suspicion. To him, whether I was really the Creator’s reviver or not didn’t seem very important.

Probably what he was most concerned about was Jeon’s safety. Fortunately, that was also something I cared about.

“That won’t happen.”

I answered calmly, but it didn’t seem to give Seisian confidence. Seisian continued speaking in a still distrustful voice.

“Do you know what kind of monster appeared there? You’re not even a mage, so if a ferocious wyvern showed up, could you even grip a sword with those thin wrists of yours?”

Wyverns weren’t ferocious. If anything, they were kind and cheerful.

I wanted to correct his mistaken knowledge, but I couldn’t bring myself to do so. That would require explaining the source of my correct knowledge.

I was just pressing my lips together with a sour expression when Jeon smoothly interjected into the conversation.

“Why would wyverns appear? There were no wyverns at that river.”

“What do you know to butt in?”

“If I don’t know, will Teacher tell me?”

“Why should I tell you! This stubborn little brat who never listens – what’s so endearing about him!”

It seemed Seisian was thoroughly upset.

Despite the scolding that came pouring out as usual, Jeon didn’t even blink. Instead, he spoke in a calm voice.

“Based on the circumstances, we’re presuming it to be a corrupted fairy.”

“A corrupted fairy?”

His teacher paused. After stroking his chin and being lost in thought for a moment, he narrowed his eyes.

Jeon, who had been observing Seisian’s expression, casually added his words like casting a fishing line.

“The book said it was a corrupted fairy.”

“If it’s a corrupted fairy, that would be a rusalka!”

Jeon’s teacher took the bait quite easily.

It hadn’t even been 5 minutes since he had shouted that he wouldn’t tell him anything.

It was also a moment when I could understand, even just a little, where Jeon’s gentle and easygoing nature came from.

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