Don’t Look for the Resurrected Villainess - Chapter 164

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Chapter 164

“A Rusalka?”

At Jeon’s questioning tone, his teacher Seisian clicked his tongue loudly.

“Yes, you brat! That’s why I told you to study properly when you have the chance!”

When Seisian scolded him, Jeon immediately drooped his eyebrows as if feeling wronged.

“There are countless monsters, how am I supposed to memorize them all?”

“If I can do it, why can’t a young guy like you!”

At Seisian’s rebuke, Jeon made an expression as if he had much to say. However, instead of talking back further, he changed the subject with a suppressed voice.

“Anyway, I think that might be the culprit.”

“You should know about Rusalkas too.”

“I’ve only read a little about fallen fairies, I don’t know about Rusalkas.”

“Fallen fairy is another name for Rusalka, you fool! Did you stop reading halfway through the book?”

Jeon seemed to want to quietly move on, but Seisian began pointing out Jeon’s academic state again.

Watching Jeon with somewhat pitying eyes, I quietly interjected and spoke to Seisian.

“I thought the Temple had higher authority regarding monster knowledge, but it seems the Mage Tower conducts deep research as well.”

When I mentioned the Temple, Seisian’s expression immediately twisted. He showed his feelings openly on his face and spoke to me in a strong tone.

“Just because the Mage Tower focuses quietly on research doesn’t mean people know, but it’s no exaggeration to say all the world’s knowledge is in the Mage Tower! Those damn Temple bastards always put fancy words first! Those guys would have their mouths floating around alive even if the world collapsed.”

At his words full of hostility, I glanced at Samuel’s complexion.

I thought he might immediately try to fight with Seisian since he was a fanatic and devout priest, but fortunately he stood calmly in his place.

Or it seemed like he was letting all of Seisian’s words go in one ear and out the other.

I thought that was better than nitpicking every single word and phrase to make things tiresome.

Having judged that Samuel wouldn’t cause a disturbance right away, I carefully agreed with Seisian’s words.

“I see. So that’s why you know so much about the monster called Rusalka.”

When I readily agreed with Seisian, he nodded with a softened expression.

“Ahem, of course. We know far more about rare monsters than the Temple.”

“Indeed, as befitting a Mage Tower Master, your scholarship is impressive.”

“Heh, hmm, well. I am somewhat like that!”

A faint smile briefly crossed Seisian’s stubborn face.

Watching this, Jeon covered his face and muttered in a sighing voice.

“…Teacher. As your disciple, this is somewhat embarrassing.”

“You keep your mouth shut!”

Narrowing my eyes as I looked at Seisian, I organized my impressions of him internally.

‘He’s similar to Jeon.’

Hmm, I roughly understood what kind of approach to take with this person.

Since the Mage Tower was a closed group with almost no external interaction, it seemed like it wouldn’t be bad to praise him within reasonable limits.

‘Moreover, he seems to have no immunity to this kind of thing, so it would be even better.’

It wouldn’t be difficult to soften my voice gently. If I could make a difficult path easier with just this kind of speech, why wouldn’t I do it?

“My knowledge is shallow, so I would be delighted if I could seek learning.”

“Ahem… The Mage Tower does not mistreat those who seek learning.”

At Seisian’s words, Jeon opened his mouth with a disgusted expression.

“Since when?”

“It’s always been that way, always!”

Nesi and Gamon found the sight of these two people heartwarming and greatly welcomed this noisy conversation.

Through the wolves’ reactions, I could infer how these people lived in the Mage Tower without having to ask.

And naturally, Seisian, who had no idea what conversation these wolves were having while looking at them, was focused on berating Jeon, and only came to his senses when another mage subtly reminded him of my presence.

Toward Seisian, who was avoiding my gaze with an awkward face, I smiled brightly.

“If you could tell me exactly what a Rusalka is, it would be a great help in solving this matter.”

Seisian coughed and put his hands behind his back. He seemed to be thinking for a moment, but it wasn’t very long.

“For the sake of my disciple’s face, I’ll tell you just this once.”

He was trying to look nonchalant, but his neck was slightly red, suggesting he felt inwardly proud.

Seisian opened his mouth.

“The reason it’s classified as a rare monster isn’t simply because there are few of them. It’s because it’s a monster with intelligence.”

“Intelligence?”

“That’s right. It can even mimic human speech and form. So ignorant humans mistake it for a fairy. Then after suffering hardships, they go around saying they were caught in a fallen fairy’s prank.”

A monster that could mimic humans. Somehow it gave me chills, and I unconsciously rubbed my arms.

“It’s very timid and wary, so when it meets humans, it disguises itself to appear much larger to threaten them.”

「Something with a large black body came charging at me.」

That’s what Heinrih had said. So he immediately swung his sword, but it slipped as if cutting through empty air.

If it had originally disguised its appearance to look large, it would be natural that there was nothing to cut.

“It’s a psychic-type monster that steals the dreams of its prey.”

“Does stealing dreams mean the same as never waking up from sleep?”

When I asked carefully, Seisian rubbed his chin and thought for a moment.

“Actually, according to known information, losing consciousness lasts 3 days at most.”

“It’s been more than 3 days.”

“…Hmm, there might be something strange going on.”

I couldn’t tell Seisian honestly, but I could roughly guess what that ‘something strange’ was.

Authority. That power Mori had told the monster about was probably the problem. It would have made the monster’s power stronger or caused some kind of change.

“Can’t we forcibly wake them up?”

“The most certain method is to kill the Rusalka that stole the dreams.”

In the end, one way or another, it meant we had to meet that monster to solve this.

Blinking slowly and trying to push away my fatigue, I smiled.

“Thank you. That was very helpful.”

I had tried to maintain a friendly attitude in my own way, and it seemed to work well as Seisian’s attitude was much better than at first.

Of course, his face still showed stubbornness, but how should I put it?

He kept coughing and putting strength in his voice, but the sharp wariness from the beginning was no longer evident.

“Ahem. The Reviver is quite polite, unlike the rumors.”

When the conversation seemed to be ending, Jeon quickly interjected and gave his teacher a hint.

“Teacher.”

“Let’s talk for a moment.”

Without even listening to Jeon’s answer, Seisian grabbed him and moved away from me. At his obvious attempt to change locations, Jeon looked at me with a flustered expression.

I nodded to him meaning not to worry and go ahead, then glanced up.

I saw a crow that had been circling the sky cry out long and fly somewhere.

It was toward the Crown Prince’s Palace.

* * *

Thwack! Crash!

“It’s all wrong!”

Maxel grabbed a nearby book and threw it. The statue hit by the book broke with a loud noise.

At the sound of fragments scattering in all directions, the shoulders of the maids standing in the corner of the drawing room stiffened. They couldn’t even breathe properly, afraid they might displease their master.

Maxel shouted.

“A guarantee from the Mage Tower? That wasn’t supposed to happen in the first place!”

“Your Highness.”

It was Lilia who had said that if this matter turned out to be definitely a monster’s doing, it would reveal that Anelli hadn’t done her duty.

It was also Lilia who had said that if the Temple and Mage Tower gathered in one place, they would surely cause discord and conflict with the Emperor.

As Lilia had said, the Temple and Mage Tower did conflict with the Emperor. It’s just that the result wasn’t what they had hoped for.

“The Mage Tower guaranteeing the Reviver’s divinity? Did you have us bring them in to do such ridiculous things?”

Lilia, who had been watching the grumbling Maxel, gestured for the maids who were standing with their heads deeply bowed to leave.

After confirming that the maids who had been reading the mood left in a group, she scolded Maxel in an affectionate voice.

“The Mage Tower wasn’t on our side anyway. Neither was the Temple. Above all, they won’t be able to influence the succession struggle. His Majesty won’t stand for that.”

“What good does all that do? We gained nothing from this incident.”

“That’s not true. Her Majesty the Empress is still unconscious, and the Crown Prince has lost his support. Younger Sister may be God’s Reviver, but God doesn’t choose the owner of the crown.”

Maxel, who had been glaring out the window with a frightening expression, turned to look at Lilia. Maxel’s heavily contorted face was more menacing than ever.

Lilia hesitated momentarily at his unfamiliar expression, but soon smiled nonchalantly.

“Your Highness, Younger Sister believes she will become the heir of Roam, but that’s impossible.”

“She has raised her value even more through this incident.”

“But Roam has the Duke of Roam and the Duchess of Roam. They won’t want an heir they can’t control. Besides, Crown Prince, my prophetic abilities have returned.”

Lilia stepped over the broken fragments and approached Maxel’s side.

She wrapped her hands around his clenched fist and whispered softly.

“Younger Sister won’t become the heir. That position will be taken by Seiri.”

“…Roam’s third daughter?”

“Yes. In the end, Roam will stand behind Your Highness and support you. This is the future I’ve seen for us.”

Maxel had also noticed that the relationship between the Duke of Roam and Heinrih was suspicious. Perhaps because of this, he didn’t seem to believe her easily.

Lilia didn’t try to forcefully persuade him. Instead, she continued in a gentle tone.

“But Roam’s support alone won’t be enough. The Crown Prince won’t give up easily.”

“He’s been lying low for years, so naturally he won’t step down easily.”

“Yes, so Crown Prince.”

Lilia pressed closer to Maxel and lowered her voice.

“We need military forces.”

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