Don’t Look for the Resurrected Villainess - Chapter 179

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Chapter 179

A cold aura settled over Jeon’s face, which had been full of suspicious emotions.

Jeon, who had chewed over the words he heard several times in his head, let out a hollow laugh as if dumbfounded.

‘Choice?’

He twisted his lips up crookedly and spoke in a slow voice.

“Well, that’s a really strange question. Depending on how you hear it, there’s a lot of room for misunderstanding, isn’t there?”

When asked if we met separately at night, I answered yes, and now you’re asking if she chose me?

“For a cleric who has made vows to dedicate body and soul to God, that sounds rather impious, doesn’t it?”

At Jeon’s words that bordered on sarcasm, Samuel replied as if chewing his words.

“She is God’s representative. It’s natural for me to serve and follow her.”

“Oh, I suppose so. But even if that’s true during the day, there’s no need to serve her at night too, is there?”

Samuel’s expression stiffened rigidly. Jeon confirmed each change and continued speaking.

“I’m always begging Anelli to choose me. Did she choose me? If you’re asking about the night we returned after catching the Lusaka…”

Jeon, who had been drawing out his words and pausing for a moment, smiled more brightly than before.

“That’s right. At least that night, she definitely seemed to choose me.”

Samuel’s face remained rigid. However, to Jeon, that wooden puppet-like face seemed to be revealing countless emotions.

So many emotions that he couldn’t clearly distinguish any single one.

Samuel didn’t ask anything more and turned around. Jeon, who had been glaring at Samuel quietly entering his room, muttered irritably.

“What kind of cult-like bastard is that?”

What? The Holy Knight that the High Priest is so proud of? The greatest Holy Knight?

That guy?

That dangerous bastard who’s ready to betray all the vows he swore at any moment?

‘Is it right to leave that thing next to Anelli like this?’

Jeon seriously pondered.

He wasn’t trying to get a promise for the future from Anelli with just one night, or acting arrogantly as if he had some authority to monopolize Anelli.

In his relationship with Anelli, Jeon had long ago acknowledged that he was thoroughly the weaker party.

So what he could do was prettily groom his fur, present appetizing food, and captivate her heart.

‘And if someone better than me appears in that process… damn it.’

Jeon frowned.

He didn’t really want to think about it, but if such a terrible thing happened, he’d probably just groom his fur more diligently.

He probably couldn’t give up while leaving behind hypocritical words about wishing for the other person’s happiness.

‘I still have many spells I haven’t shown yet, so I’d say I’m competitive enough.’

His stream of consciousness had wandered down a strange path for a moment, but anyway, that was the conclusion.

Even if someone suddenly threw themselves at trying to catch Anelli’s eye, Jeon was confident he wouldn’t be surprised at all.

After all, falling head over heels for Anelli would be natural!

‘But not that bastard. He’s a Holy Knight, isn’t he?’

Of course, Jeon had a history of emphasizing Samuel’s dangerousness to Anelli several times during their travels.

But back then it was because he seemed more like a fanatic, certainly not because of this beast-like appearance.

‘A devout Holy Knight, no less!’

If such a guy seemed ready to throw away his clerical life, just how dangerous a state was that?

It seemed like it would be good to give a separate warning about this.

And right at that moment.

Just as Jeon was about to enter his room to contact Anelli immediately, Samuel’s firmly closed door burst open.

Samuel, who had quietly entered just moments ago, appeared again.

“Hey, mage.”

Samuel’s face as he called Jeon looked much more rational than before.

‘Just a moment ago his eyes seemed to have rolled back, but I guess even he thought this wasn’t right?’

At least it was fortunate he regained his reason quickly. He had almost made an anonymous report to the Temple calling him a prospective heretic.

Jeon, who had been looking at Samuel with disapproving eyes, reluctantly answered.

“What.”

“You said you’d help with my work.”

“I did.”

When Jeon nodded, Samuel stared at him intently as if trying to confirm his intentions.

And soon spoke in a calm voice.

“Do you know what rumors circulated when the Empress first came under monster attack?”

“Well… I was confined in the Imperial Palace at the time. There’s no way I could have known.”

“They said the Empress was attacked by monsters that could transform into animals.”

Jeon narrowed his brow. Samuel looked at him and continued speaking calmly.

“There were also rumors it was a Dura’han attack.”

So that’s why everyone was more frightened and sought out Anelli, who was chosen by God. Jeon clicked his tongue.

He had wondered why voices praising the Reviver had been rising in the city lately, but he didn’t know this story was hidden behind it.

“Surprising. Monsters that transform into animals, and even Dura’han.”

The monster attack was ultimately the work of Lusaka. Though no one would know that.

Jeon, who had immediately thought of the fallen fairy Lusaka upon hearing about the Empress’s symptoms, naturally didn’t know about the early rumors. He hadn’t been interested either.

But hearing it like this, it seemed he should take interest. To just call it baseless rumors…

“I’m currently looking for the source of those rumors.”

Wasn’t it too specific to be nonsense spouted by ignorant gossips who knew nothing?

“There might actually be a real witness.”

“If there’s a real witness, that means one of Anelli’s subordinates is somewhere nearby.”

Jeon swept his bangs up. Who would have thought that Holy Knight bastard was investigating matters related to Anelli?

He had simply planned to help a little and show off while living comfortably, but now he couldn’t do things half-heartedly.

“Right. If possible, I’m also thinking of finding the location of that ‘subordinate’ in advance.”

“Good. I’ll look into it too.”

Jeon answered as if there was nothing to consider. At those words, Samuel nodded as if he understood.

Samuel, who had shared several pieces of information he’d discovered over the past few days, turned as if he had finished what he wanted to say.

Just as Samuel was about to close the door, he suddenly stopped his actions. Then he spoke quietly with a face full of displeasure.

“If your careless attitude in carelessly revealing traces damages her honor, I won’t let you off.”

And then he went inside with a whoosh before Jeon could even respond.

Jeon, left alone in the corridor, wore a bewildered expression. What the hell was that supposed to mean?

“What traces?”

Naturally, there was no one to answer his question.

It was hours later that Jeon discovered the bruising on his neck that was almost completely faded and that he hadn’t even known was there.

* * *

Despite my worries about whether I should interfere in Lilia’s affairs, the matter was resolved abruptly.

Because Lilia was summoned by Father. It was a very secretive summons.

And shortly after, Maxel and Lilia departed for Count of Ruewark’s domain. Father assigned Roam’s knights as Lilia’s escort.

Though called Lilia’s escort, this was also Maxel’s escort. It also symbolized the relationship between the Crown Prince and Roam.

‘So this is how it ends up.’

Though I knew from the beginning this would happen, actually watching my family prepare to abandon me once again felt strange.

It wasn’t betrayal, sadness, or anger. Just… strange.

“I didn’t expect you to agree to meet me.”

At the words coming from in front of me, I emerged from the thoughts I had briefly fallen into.

This was a shop in the capital. A shop where you could drink tea or have meals. It was mainly a meeting place used by those who couldn’t invite guests to their mansions.

And the person who had called me to this place was Prisian Sister.

“Well, there’s no reason not to meet.”

“I’m grateful for your kindness.”

Prisian Sister had become noticeably gaunt since I last saw her. Her hastily arranged married life seemed completely incompatible with her temperament.

If a man had dared to marry Prisian Sister when she was raging out of her mind, he too must have had quite a temper.

Thinking about it that way, Prisian Sister’s hardships seemed natural.

“As you know, from the outside you can’t get accurate information about Roam. So… I was curious about how the family was doing, which is why I asked to meet you.”

“Sorry, but I can’t share Roam’s internal affairs with an outsider.”

When I replied indifferently, Prisian Sister retorted with an indignant expression.

“I’m a direct descendant of Roam!”

“Oh my, Sister. You’re Prisian Kendall now.”

I had tried not to provoke her, but without realizing it, I mixed mockery into my voice. Prisian Sister, who caught my sneer, twisted her face viciously.

“This is nothing more than a temporarily borrowed name.”

“Does Mother think so too?”

The letters Prisian Sister sent to Mother weren’t even opened from their envelopes. Knowing this, I could easily tell that it wouldn’t be easy for Sister to return to the Roam Family.

‘Looking at it extremely, there’s the method of enduring scandal and getting divorced, but…’

Baron Kendall wouldn’t comply willingly.

Even if she did get divorced, the Kendall family label that was once attached would follow her for life. Prisian Sister could no longer become a perfect heir.

“Ha, my husband has greater ambitions than you think. He’s not someone who would be satisfied with the name Kendall.”

“My goodness, to hear the word ‘husband’ come from Sister’s mouth. It was worth being resurrected.”

Prisian Sister’s face crumpled terribly. Even so, the reason she didn’t storm off was purely to extract information about Roam from me.

That patience was remarkable. The fact that she still hadn’t given up her desire to become head of Roam even in that state was certainly impressive.

So I decided to show some generosity.

“Seiri’s tutors have doubled.”

At my casually thrown words, Prisian Sister flinched in surprise.

“Seiri’s?”

“Yes. Didn’t I tell you before? That Mother introduced Seiri to Maxel.”

Prisian Sister’s face flushed red. It was from anger.

“To finally abandon me…”

She would have been abandoned long ago, yet did she still believe Mother would rescue her?

Or perhaps Father?

As I was mocking Prisian Sister’s futile anger, I slowly parted my lips.

“That cunning little thing, who would have known she’d quickly slip in while Sister and I were preoccupied with each other?”

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