Don’t Look for the Resurrected Villainess - Chapter 204

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Chapter 204

News from the Imperial Palace couldn’t be heard unless I specifically asked Heinrih about it.

Though I contacted Heinrih occasionally, unless I asked first or it was something I needed to know, Heinrih didn’t bring up such topics either.

Because of that, I didn’t know specifically how the Imperial Palace was operating these days.

The rumors of unknown origin circulating in the village were difficult to verify for truth, so I deliberately didn’t pay attention to them.

More important was the last Dura’han I would soon meet. As expected, probably the last knight sleeping in the Dead Land of Montel Territory, Dasha.

Before moving to find Dasha, we stayed briefly in a small village. It was to rendezvous with Samuel.

Fortunately, Samuel appeared before a day had passed.

“I thought I’d return quickly, but it took longer than expected.”

Samuel, who opened the door and entered the lodging, was no different from when we parted.

Since he was later than expected, I wondered if he had encountered bandits on the way, but apparently that wasn’t the case.

“I received contact from the High Priest on the way and was delayed briefly.”

He said this while setting down his luggage bag. It definitely wasn’t there when he left.

“What’s that?”

“Seeing that you’ve come this way, it seems you’re planning to move to the Dead Land now.”

What Samuel took out was a choker.

“Holy Knights receive training to resist monster toxins. But just in case for you, I brought something that could serve as preparation.”

Come to think of it, wasn’t the reason the ‘Dead Land’ became dead land because of toxins from monster corpses?

I obediently accepted the choker from him. The leather wrapping around the neck was white. Looking at it quietly, I calmly parted my lips.

“Samuel Bent, I know a bit about this since I’ve stolen treasures from the Grand Temple.”

“Stolen… what?”

“This seems like a Temple treasure, doesn’t it?”

Temple treasures were magical tools. The reason the Temple, which doesn’t get along with the Magic Tower, enshrines magical tools as treasures is because these were excavated from the Temple.

So this wasn’t made by the Magic Tower, but was created and passed down by someone from the Temple very long ago.

“…”

This was why the Temple claimed that magic was also the Creator’s power. Since such magical tools were excavated from the Temple, magical power was also power bestowed by the Creator.

The Magic Tower scoffed at this claim, arguing it was proof that no god existed.

Anyway, in my view, this was definitely a Temple treasure. And Temple treasures were of different quality from commonly circulated magical tools.

But most importantly, the vast majority of treasures were single-use magical tools.

“It’s a trustworthy item.”

“No, this is definitely a Temple treasure.”

“I received it incidentally while handing over the criminals.”

“So you’re saying it’s a Temple treasure.”

“There’s nothing with more certain effects than Temple treasures for blocking monster toxins.”

“Once you use it, you won’t be able to use it again.”

The High Priest knows about this, right?

Even though I’m someone who stole Temple treasures and fled in the past. I don’t want to commit theft twice.

When I looked at Samuel with distrustful eyes, he opened his mouth as if making excuses.

“The Temple actually offered it gladly. Since they know who I’m on an unofficial pilgrimage with, they’d rather want the Temple treasures to be actively used.”

Since he said that much, what could I do.

Just as I nodded and was about to put the choker around my neck, Jeon, who had briefly stepped away, saw this scene and quickly rushed over.

“What’s this?”

“Ah, Jeon. Did you finish checking the carriage?”

Jeon had been moving busily, saying he needed to thoroughly inspect the carriage that had been hidden in the deep forest for several days.

After answering my question half-heartedly, he narrowed his eyes and glared at the choker in my hand.

“This isn’t a magical tool certified by the Magic Tower.”

“This is a Temple treasure.”

Samuel immediately retorted with a displeased face. At those words, Jeon frowned even more.

“A Temple treasure?”

“The Dead Land is full of toxins, so a magical tool is needed. Come to think of it, isn’t there a magical tool for Jeon?”

Samuel might be fine since he’s a Holy Knight full of divine power, but what about Jeon?

At my question, Samuel glanced at Jeon with sullen eyes. Then he reluctantly opened his mouth.

“If he’s a skilled mage, that level of toxin shouldn’t be a problem.”

Does that mean if you struggle with toxins, you lack skill?

Perhaps thinking the same thing as me, Jeon glared at Samuel with annoyed eyes.

“If that bastard can endure the toxins, I can endure them too. But Knight.”

Jeon’s gaze turned to the choker again.

“Why are you giving Anelli something with location tracking on it?”

“All Temple treasures have location tracking on them.”

Ah, then the appearance-changing magical tool I stole from the Grand Temple before must have had tracking magic on it too.

As I touched the soft leather while thinking this, Samuel spoke to me as if explaining.

“The Temple’s tracking techniques can’t be performed by just anyone anyway. There won’t be any problems unless it’s registered as stolen goods in the first place.”

Right. If anyone could track it, they wouldn’t have had such trouble finding me when I fled with Temple treasures.

But this would mean Samuel has the ability to track my location through this choker.

When I just looked down at the choker without wearing it, Samuel added.

“It’s an item imbued with purification power. When the wearer is exposed to impure air, it immediately purifies it. Each time it activates, the color turns black, and when its power is completely exhausted, the leather will break.”

Nodding as I listened to Samuel’s words, I glanced at Jeon. Jeon, who had been looking at the choker with displeasure, spoke in a reluctant tone.

“The purification magic is correct.”

“Then instead of using a precious magical tool, couldn’t Jeon just cast magic on me?”

“Purification magic… not just anyone can do it. That’s something you have to be born with.”

Seeing Jeon say that much, it really seemed to be a difficult matter.

The reason for going to the Dead Land was to take in Dasha, who might be there.

So I had to enter that place, and if toxins were dangerous, I had no choice but to use even Temple treasures.

I eventually obediently put the choker around my neck.

A soft texture wrapped around my neck. It bent firmly yet flexibly, and I had no idea what kind of leather it was.

As a clicking sound of something fitting together echoed from behind my neck, I had the illusion that the surrounding air had become cleaner.

“Oh.”

It wasn’t an illusion.

I glanced at the door where the smell of fodder had been flowing in. I didn’t expect to confirm its function this way, but it really was making the air cleaner.

Breathing out more comfortably, I touched the leather with my fingertips.

“Good effect.”

Now that I could block toxins too, what remained was meeting Dasha.

I spread out the map.

We should be able to reach the Dead Land by the day after tomorrow at the latest.

Hopefully Dasha would be there.

However, the next day, we couldn’t depart as scheduled. It was because of ominous rumors that swept through the streets.

News that a rampaging Dura’han had appeared in Montel Territory.

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[…It must be Dasha, right?]

[Probably.]

The Dura’han murmured in gloomy voices. They had been like this ever since hearing the story about the rampaging Dura’han.

[That fool. She should have waited a little until we came. Unable to control her temper.]

Minte muttered irritably, but with worry in her voice.

Soana, who sat across from her, remained silent for a while before speaking to me in a stiff voice.

[I’ll go take a look.]

“Where?”

[To Dasha. Since she’s rampaging alone and attacking humans like that, I need to go quickly and calm her down. If I move alone, I can fly there quickly.]

As Soana said, calming Dasha quickly was important.

The rumor spreading widely now was that a rampaging Dura’han was indiscriminately attacking houses and farms.

The guards didn’t dare face such a powerful monster and were waiting for Holy Knights to be dispatched from the Temple.

If Holy Knights were dispatched, then Dasha would truly suffer great damage. Divine power inflicts the most certain wounds on monsters.

“You said you can’t sense the aura of other knights. It would be troublesome if you got separated by moving alone. Besides, you said that creature moves unpredictably. We can’t just send you out blindly when we can’t even specify where it appears.”

I firmly shook my head and leaned back in my chair with my arms crossed.

How long had I been staring out the carriage window? I saw Samuel returning after briefly stepping away to communicate with the Temple.

“How did it go?”

“I prevented direct combat with the Dura’han. They’ll move with the evacuation of Imperial citizens as their top priority.”

I had been worried that the Temple might send dozens of Holy Knights to catch a single Dura’han, so I was finally relieved by those words.

“Your single-handed subjugation of the Dura’han at the Imperial Palace was a great help.”

“Did you tell them I was planning to go?”

“I had no choice.”

Samuel answered with an apologetic attitude.

I wasn’t particularly trying to blame him. Since things had become publicly chaotic like this, I too had to reveal myself publicly.

“That creature will only be safe if I step forward anyway.”

Though they said they called Holy Knights, perhaps people were waiting for the Reviver to come?

And my guess was exactly right. It had to be right.

Because Heinrih had leaked footage of the expedition force being defeated by the Dura’han.

With footage spreading of soldiers, knights, and mages all trembling in fear before the Dura’han, the Imperial citizens began clamoring that someone specially chosen was needed to face the rampaging Dura’han.

Someone specially chosen.

The Creator’s Reviver, personally resurrected by the Creator himself.

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