Don’t Look for the Resurrected Villainess - Chapter 212

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Chapter 212

The moment he recognized the word ‘Captain,’ the throbbing headache pierced his mind ferociously.

Dasha trembled and let out a bizarre cry. People startled by the black aura that darkened the surroundings hurriedly moved away from Dasha.

However, one person, the Captain, remained standing in the same spot, gazing at him intently.

“Lady Anelli!”

“It’s dangerous!”

Some men could be seen approaching the Captain. Without further thought, Dasha attacked the men.

The moment the men counterattacked in response to Dasha’s sudden reaction, this time armed figures took advantage of the black smoke to target the Captain.

This time the Captain also seemed surprised and hastily retreated to avoid their attacks. However, if Dasha hadn’t immediately changed the trajectory of his attack to target those bastards, she might have been injured somewhere.

But they didn’t give up despite their failed attack. Dasha could clearly tell that their target was the Captain.

“Who the hell are those bastards attacking!”

Shouts and curses erupted from all directions.

‘No.’

This place was dangerous. Everything was threatening the Captain.

Dasha’s judgment was swift.

“Lady Anelli!”

The Captain was very light, so Dasha could lift her with just one arm.

“That crazy Dura’han! Hey!”

“Lady Anelli!”

Dasha immediately turned the reins. Thanks to the Captain, who had been struggling in surprise, quickly regaining her composure, Dasha was able to stably escape from that place.

For the first time since opening his eyes, Dasha, who had been filled with anger, despair, resentment and hatred, felt some kind of positive and shining emotion.

Though it was difficult to clearly define what it was, one thing was certain.

This time, he must protect the Captain.

Dasha had safely rescued the Captain.

* * *

I was kidnapped by Dasha.

Leaning against the hard Dura’han armor, I looked around with somewhat troubled eyes.

Ah, I really was kidnapped. This time for real, in front of people.

Gathering my bewildered feelings at this unexpected situation, I tried to think as rationally as possible.

“…Dasha.”

When I called Dasha calmly, the horse that had been walking diligently somewhere suddenly hesitated. I could feel the Dura’han body behind me flinch as well.

Since he had suddenly kidnapped me, I thought he might not be in a state for conversation, but that didn’t seem to be the case. At least he was definitely responding to my voice.

“Dasha. Are you in a state where you can have a conversation?”

[Captain.]

Finally, Dasha answered my question.

Dasha, who had completely stopped the horse, dismounted first, then carefully held my waist and helped me down.

It was hard to believe this was the same Dura’han who had just been rampaging, destroying city gates, buildings, and throwing people around – he looked so docile.

[Don’t worry.]

Your existence is my biggest worry right now.

Before I could answer that way, Dasha spoke in a serious voice.

[This place is safe.]

His chest-out posture seemed somewhat proud.

[No one will be able to come here.]

Listening to Dasha’s words while slowly looking around, I let out a hollow laugh.

“…I suppose so.”

This is the Dead Land. That land full of poison where ordinary people can’t enter. And it’s not just poison here.

“With so many skeletons around, who would dare come here?”

What the hell are those bone bags anyway… I never heard there were things like this in the Dead Land…

As I looked with incredulous eyes at the skulls gathered together staring at me, the skeletons whispered among themselves while glancing at me.

How did I notice those gazes when skeletons don’t even have eyeballs?

Because they made rattling sounds every time they moved their heads to secretly peek at me, I couldn’t help but notice.

One of the skeletons that had been whispering among themselves stepped forward slyly as if representing them.

[Shall we make a prison, Captain?]

“Captain?”

[Gasp, she understood our words!]

The skeleton recoiled in shock, backing away hesitantly. Perhaps from moving suddenly, there was a rattling friction sound from its bone joints.

Just from the sound, it seemed so poorly connected that I wondered if something might break.

After glancing at the thin leg bones, I turned my gaze to Dasha.

“…Are you the captain here?”

[S-sorry. There’s only one Captain!]

I hadn’t asked to receive an apology, but Dasha broke into a cold sweat while repeatedly bowing to me. Then he suddenly raised his voice toward the skeletons.

[You bastards! How dare you not bow to the Captain? This person is my Captain!]

At Dasha’s scolding, the skeletons were shocked and prostrated themselves flat on the ground.

[Gasp.]

[S-sorry!]

The sight of skeletons lying flat like frogs on the blackened, barren ground where not a single blade of grass could be found was… honestly unpleasant to look at. It felt like looking at a ransacked cemetery.

I wasn’t happy about it either. There’s no way being revered by skeletons could be good.

Feeling somehow complicated as I stared at the skeletons, I took a deep breath.

First, right. Let me understand the situation.

“What exactly have you been doing here to be called Captain?”

You went berserk. So I really thought you were rampaging without being able to see anything.

If you had lost your reason, I was about to have the other Dura’han beat you up to bring you to your senses.

I had no idea you were living here so properly, commanding skeletons as subordinates!

The more I thought about it, the more wronged I felt. If I had known you were in such a sound state that you could build your own forces, I would have come straight here and waited.

No, if only I had known beforehand that Dasha had made the Dead Land his base!

Frowning, I stared intently at Dasha. Completely oblivious to my mood, Dasha proudly confessed his aspirations in a vigorous tone.

“I was preparing for Captain’s revenge. Those skeletons will do their part sufficiently as soldiers, so don’t worry!”

No, I’m telling you that you’re the biggest worry right now!

“I’ll stand at the vanguard. You just need to lead them and bring down this world!”

A sigh escaped me without realizing it.

Good heavens, the rampant evil was here.

* * *

The reason Jeon didn’t immediately chase after Anelli was because she had given him a look telling him to stay put for now.

From the beginning, they had already agreed to split up and act separately if they encountered a Dura’han.

Though the method wasn’t as… violent as this.

“To think the Reviver was kidnapped!”

More than a few people had seen Anelli being taken by the Dura’han. If they didn’t stay to handle this chaotic situation, those who knew nothing might truly organize a large-scale rescue team to save the Reviver.

Rescue… Maybe they really should go rescue her?

“Just before the Reviver was kidnapped, those people attacked the Reviver.”

“No! We were aiming for the Dura’han…!”

“If it weren’t for their attack, we wouldn’t have given the opportunity for the Reviver to be kidnapped.”

Glancing at Samuel, who continued speaking with a face that seemed to be suppressing anger, Jeon was inwardly impressed.

Samuel was quite skilled at inciting people. The listeners basically felt trust in him first and listened attentively to his words.

Probably because of his status as a Knight. Not just any Knight, but a Knight that the High Priest was proud of.

That proud Knight was now leading the charge at the forefront of a deception – the High Priest should know about this.

‘That bastard handles the cleanup well by himself, can’t I just go to Lady Anelli?’

He wanted to dump everything on Samuel and leave immediately, but Jeon held back for now.

Even if he really did nothing, he had to be here. Because Anelli didn’t trust Samuel.

「I’m going to move locations with Dasha. Even though he went berserk, he’ll listen to me. Right now I have… at least a little divine authority.」

Anelli had said that, giving Jeon a separate request.

“You should handle the aftermath together with Samuel. If you don’t handle it, Maxel and Lilia will try to spread strange rumors again.”

“What? Do the two of us absolutely have to do it?”

“Yes. The two of you have to do it. Samuel would be better at appealing to the public, but since he’s obsessed with me, he might impulsively do something unexpected.”

“Something unexpected?”

“He put a Temple treasure with location tracking magic around my neck.”

He thought she didn’t mind much since she obediently wore the choker, but Anelli seemed quite bothered by it.

“Besides, his duty will end soon.”

Jeon remembered Anelli’s expression as she quietly gazed at Samuel in the distance.

What appeared on her face was definitely wariness.

“Jeon, do you think Samuel Bent will obediently leave me?”

When he heard her question, Jeon felt like he’d been hit on the back of the head. Did he think that Holy Knight bastard would leave obediently?

Of course he didn’t think so!

Jeon realized why Anelli couldn’t fully trust Samuel. He also understood what she was worried about and why she had left Jeon by Samuel’s side like this.

‘Right, she told me not to follow for a reason.’

He really hadn’t expected Dura’han to suddenly kidnap Anelli.

So Jeon had almost forgotten their prior conversation and nearly chased after Dura’han.

But if Anelli had truly been in a dangerous situation at that moment, her Dura’han wouldn’t have just stood by either.

In the first place, Anelli wasn’t alone right now. So Jeon decided to trust her.

Just as she trusted him and left him here.

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