Don’t Look for the Resurrected Villainess - Chapter 183

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Chapter 183

We decided to gather in the carriage to hear the information that Jeon and Samuel had gathered.

Depending on the content, we would decide whether or not to secure lodging in this city.

According to the two men, the witness who claimed to have seen a Dura’han was a hunter.

“…A hunter.”

He was someone who hunted beyond the Lindea River and forest, traveling to even more distant places. And the location where he saw the Dura’han was at the base of a mountain located beyond that forest.

Jeon said.

“There’s a small rocky mountain there.”

“I know, Iyor Mountain.”

I remembered the Imperial Palace had promoted a project to carve sculptures from entire rocks on the mountainside. It was because the rock had a unique color and beautiful patterns.

Which founding anniversary were they targeting?

Anyway, it was canceled because the working environment was too dangerous and the budget was much higher than expected.

Pointlessly, I also recalled giving Maxel a sculpture as a gift out of consolation when I heard that news.

‘Ah, that was expensive.’

Since it was precious, he surely would have kept it somewhere safe, but I should have broken it when I was staying at the Imperial Palace.

While I was lost in belated regret, Jeon nodded and continued his explanation.

“Yes, he saw it at Iyor Mountain.”

On a day when he was setting traps, releasing hunting dogs, and loading his bow as usual.

He tried to capture a beast caught in his net, but it suddenly transformed into a Dura’han with black smoke.

Naturally, he fled in terror and reported to the guards that a monster had appeared.

However, when the soldiers arrived fully armed at the location he described, naturally there was nothing there.

“At first, everyone said it was nonsense. And rightly so, since no one would seriously listen to talk about an animal transforming into a Dura’han.”

“So at first he was treated like a madman.”

When I muttered calmly, Samuel nodded and picked up the story.

“Yes. But then the incident of Her Majesty the Empress being attacked by a monster occurred.”

The hunter was convinced that it was definitely the work of the Dura’han he had seen, so he reported to the Temple and guards several times.

So it seems the rumors spread mixed up in the beginning. However, since the talk of a monster that transforms into animals was too absurd, it gradually died down.

I asked.

“So what was that beast he claimed to see?”

“He said it was a hawk.”

“A hawk?”

[Finally, a proper bird has appeared.]

Minte, who had been sitting quietly, spoke bluntly.

Then Jigol, who had been crouched like a round ball of fur in the corner of the seat, suddenly flapped his wings.

[A proper bird! What on earth do you mean by that, Minte!]

[What do you mean? Anyone can see that a hawk is much more impressive than a wren, right?]

Tristan, who was in the corner of the carriage ceiling, laughed loudly and shouted. Mori also poked his head out from the silk pouch, wriggling.

[That’s, really cool…!]

[Come to think of it, Mori is a snake, right? Hide well so you don’t get eaten!]

[Don’t, don’t say scary things, Tristan!]

Mori, who had only peeked his head out, protested in a weak voice. Tristan flew around noisily inside the carriage and retorted.

[It depends on who that guy is. If it’s Soana, it’s fine, but if it’s Dasha, he’ll definitely torment you terribly!]

[Ugh…]

So the names of the remaining Dura’han are Soana and Dasha.

From the reaction, it seemed the Dura’han called Dasha had quite a fierce personality.

Seeing Mori tremble and retreat into the pouch, Jeon made a subtle expression.

“Do you really have to carry a snake in a pouch like that?”

“No poison.”

Mori was a snake but had a very harmless appearance. To put it a bit roughly, he even looked insignificant.

So much so that I couldn’t tell if he was really a snake or a snake-like earthworm, and when I was at Roam Estate, I even looked up animal encyclopedias.

“He’s a snake whose main diet is ants.”

[Cruel Mori! Do you live by eating ants?]

Of course, Mori wouldn’t eat ants. Since his true form was a Dura’han, there was no way he would eat meals.

In that sense, Tristan’s criticism was just for teasing.

Mori poked his head out again to fight back against Tristan. Even Jigol joined Mori’s side, making the carriage very noisy.

Though Jeon wouldn’t be able to hear the Dura’han chattering.

Jeon, who had been alternately looking at the suddenly bustling wren, bumblebee, and snake, muttered reluctantly.

“It does look like it has no poison. Wouldn’t it be more convenient to put it in the bracelet?”

“This one gets lonely.”

If I forced it, I could probably do it, but there was no reason to make him cry just to put him away.

“Good grief…”

Jeon probably wanted to say “what a handful.” However, when he made eye contact with Mori, he quietly closed his mouth.

Samuel clicked his tongue briefly at his obvious reaction of being conscious of Mori being a Dura’han. Then he spoke in a sighing voice.

“Let’s continue with the witness’s story. She has already reported related content several times. And when the relevant agencies stopped responding, she now went out to search directly.”

Samuel spoke with a stern face.

“…She’s going out to catch the Dura’han herself?”

Even though she saw with her own eyes an animal transforming into a monster? What kind of confidence is that?

As I was about to fall silent with an incredulous expression, Jeon held his forehead and groaned as he explained.

“About that part. I found it strange too, so I observed a bit, and that person is somewhat… strange.”

“Strange?”

“She says that since she discovered the evil that the Creator commanded her to confront, she was appointed as an Apostle of God. Moreover… no, never mind.”

Jeon, who was about to say something more, soon shook his head and stopped speaking. Even Samuel looked disgusted.

Watching the two men’s reactions, an instinctive realization came to me.

An ominous realization that collecting this Dura’han would not be easy.

* * *

The Reviver was officially missing.

And Roam was receiving great criticism for failing to properly protect the Reviver.

In this situation, if I revealed my identity as the Reviver to even a few people…

‘The secret probably wouldn’t be kept.’

Especially if it’s a hunter who calls herself an Apostle of God, she might slip up to anyone out of pride.

So we decided to exclude that hunter and quietly search the rocky mountain.

I thought it would end quickly since Jigol would be able to recognize it right away.

That was when I didn’t know there would be so many traps on the way there.

[Ah!]

Nadab lifted his front hoof. Perhaps conscious that he was carrying me, he didn’t thrash about greatly, but it was enough to startle the rider.

If I hadn’t been skilled at horseback riding, I would have lost my balance long ago.

“Are you alright, Lady Anelli?”

Jeon approached in surprise.

“It’s a trap. His ankle almost got caught. Please step back further.”

Samuel, who examined Nadab’s feet, warned in a low voice.

Even without his warning, I had also spotted the steel trap showing its sharp teeth.

Much larger and more vicious than typical animal traps, it looked like it could bite off any monster’s leg in an instant.

“It seems dangerous to continue advancing. If we keep going, someone will get hurt.”

“For once, I agree with this mage.”

I don’t know how many traps like that we’ve encountered already.

It wasn’t just traps. Nets and pitfalls. All sorts of obstacles were spread out, making it cautious to even take a single step, let alone pick up speed.

“It seems there’s been no civilian access to this area since the monster appeared from the Lindea River. Otherwise, they couldn’t have set up traps everywhere like it’s their front yard.”

If they had been magical traps, Jeon could have dispelled them all, but unfortunately, what lay before us were items meticulously crafted by a hunter.

Things that couldn’t be detected with divine power or magic.

Literally, things that only an expert could recognize.

“There’s no choice.”

In the end, our attempt to quietly approach the Rocky Mountain failed spectacularly. It was a regrettable waste of time where we only confirmed how desperately the Hunter wanted to capture Dura’han before returning.

* * *

Since we failed to break through the traps on our own, we decided to try the second plan of hiring a professional hunter.

We thought that even if an expert couldn’t clear everything, they could at least organize the path enough for us to pass through.

“I’m sorry. This is the first time in my life I’ve seen traps like these…”

The man who had boasted about being Harly’s most skilled hunter finally bled and declared surrender.

“I can tell at a glance that this is ‘Chechee’s’ work. Only Chechee can disarm Chechee’s traps.”

Whether it was Chechee or whatever, the point was he couldn’t do it.

We let him go with gloomy faces.

The second attempt was also a failure.

* * *

“There must be another path.”

Since the route marked on the map was full of traps and snares, couldn’t we just take a different path around it?

We decided to try creating a route not marked on the map. After all, our goal was to reach the destination, not to walk along the established path.

So we advanced ambitiously once again.

And we came to understand why no path had been made in that direction.

“It’s a swamp.”

“This way is hopeless too.”

Swamps, Thorny Bushes, Cliffs…

There were reasons why paths were chosen as paths. They became paths because it was possible to make paths there.

“I’m trying to go retrieve my subordinate, and it has to be this difficult?”

I felt indignant anger rising from the unfairness of it all. However, getting angry didn’t cause the miracle of impassable terrain transforming into passable terrain.

I humbly accepted that the third attempt had failed.

* * *

“Tristan, you can’t transform into your true form. You might get caught in some troublesome trap.”

Transforming into his true form on a path with flying arrows and large holes wouldn’t be a good choice at all.

Tristan responded energetically to my request.

[I’ll go and come back as quickly as possible.]

In the end, I decided to send Bee Tristan, who seemed like he would be least affected by the traps among the Dura’han.

The idea was that once Tristan made contact with the new Dura’han and conveyed news of me, we could somehow meet.

Since the new Dura’han could apparently transform into a hawk, if they knew I was here, they could fly over whether it was swamps or Cliffs.

Tristan departed vigorously with everyone’s encouragement.

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