Don’t Look for the Resurrected Villainess - Chapter 213

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Chapter 213

Jeon stood quietly gazing forward with his arms crossed.

The ones who had attacked Anelli earlier during the chaos were presumed to be mercenaries.

‘They’re probably from the same group as the assassins who’ve been attacking us all this time.’

While Samuel was finding fault with their behavior, Jeon approached the nearby guards.

These were the ones who had rushed out in a panic upon hearing news that Dura’han had appeared, but they couldn’t even get close to Dura’han and just trembled in fear.

‘Instead of worrying like this, we should quickly clean up here and chase after them.’

Once this chaos was settled, the sparrow and hawk waiting in the trees, and the horse standing there blankly after losing its owner, would take Jeon and Samuel to Anelli.

Jeon, having steeled his resolve, urged the guards.

“What are you doing not arresting them quickly?”

A few excited villagers nearby supported Jeon.

“That’s right! Arrest them quickly!”

“Why are you just watching!”

It seemed that seeing the Reviver kidnapped before their eyes had fueled the villagers’ anger. Especially since it was because of those mercenaries, how could they not be furious.

The mercenaries looked bewildered at the sight of the surrounding villagers raising their voices, demanding they be arrested immediately and that someone go rescue the Reviver.

“We were hired to guard His Highness the Crown Prince!”

The cornered mercenaries finally brought Maxel into it. However, Samuel lifted the corner of his lips and countered as if he had been waiting for this.

“Ah, are you confessing who was behind this?”

“How dare you insult royalty!”

Even Maxel’s knight stepped forward and began raising his voice. As the atmosphere grew increasingly hostile, Lilia, who had been standing in the back watching the situation, interjected with a frail expression.

“These people are good people. They go around doing volunteer work, hunting monsters for just a small fee. There’s no way they would do such terrible things.”

She was probably trying to defend the mercenaries. However, that was exactly what Samuel and Jeon wanted to hear.

“If they’re monster hunters, aren’t they part of the group trying to harm the Reviver?”

“Looking at it now, this was an intentional approach from the beginning, wasn’t it?”

As soon as Samuel’s cold words ended, Jeon slapped his palm down and raised his voice.

Then Samuel nodded and muttered in a serious voice.

“They heard that the Reviver would come to subdue Dura’han and joined as the Crown Prince’s guards.”

“Wow, incredibly planned. It’s too evil for mere mercenaries to devise – there must be a bigger force hiding behind them, right?”

Jeon, who naturally picked up the conversation, glanced back at the guards. The guards who had been standing awkwardly were pushed into subduing the mercenaries.

Maxel and Lilia seemed unable to understand why their conversation was flowing this way.

However, there was no one present to explain it to them.

“This doesn’t seem like a case that the guard unit of a provincial city can handle, does it? An investigation team will come from the capital. Actually, before coming here, the Reviver had something to ask the captain of the guard – how fortunate.”

Jeon grabbed some unknown villager and spoke casually. Samuel also calmly nodded to support his words.

“This is a matter that requires the Grand Temple to send a delegation as well.”

“How dare you judge the severity of matters on your own when you don’t even know who I am!”

Maxel, who had probably been refraining from stepping forward to maintain his dignity as Crown Prince, finally couldn’t hold back and raised his voice.

For now, Jeon kept his mouth shut. At least in terms of status, no one present could treat him carelessly.

Though if there was someone who could deal with the Crown Prince, they were coming from over there.

Maxel must have also noticed the person running toward them, as he called out loudly.

“Count Ruewark!”

Though it was unclear how much of the news he had heard, Count Ruewark’s face was completely pale.

As he approached, Maxel quickly opened his mouth.

“Listen, these insolent people…!”

However, before he could finish his words, Count Ruewark first looked around and asked.

“Is it true that the Reviver was kidnapped by Dura’han!”

“Yes. Because of those people.”

Samuel pointed at the mercenaries with his chin. Count Ruewark’s expression twisted strangely as he confirmed them.

“The mercenaries hired as His Highness the Crown Prince’s guards.”

When Count Ruewark recognized them, Maxel quickly opened his mouth with a pleased expression.

“That’s right! These people dared to, without even asking my permission, my hired men…!”

“What are you doing! Arrest them immediately!”

Count Ruewark pressed the guards as if he hadn’t heard Maxel’s words. Maxel’s expression became terribly distorted.

“Count!”

Only after hearing that sharp call did Count Ruewark turn to look at Maxel.

“Your Highness, please understand that the matter is urgent. If they are innocent, they will be released safely.”

Count Ruewark’s voice was so rigid as he said this that it seemed the mercenaries would absolutely never be released.

Well, from Count Ruewark’s position, the Reviver who was supposed to protect his territory had been kidnapped – how furious must he be.

“This matter cannot be overlooked. The Reviver is no ordinary person.”

Depending on how one heard it, this could be understood as meaning that Anelli the Reviver was far more important than Maxel the Crown Prince.

Jeon quietly observed the hostile atmosphere.

Dura’han’s sudden action was quite bewildering, but thanks to taking Anelli away so dramatically, the situation was becoming more serious than they had planned. Jeon inwardly smiled.

‘Perfect.’

Yes, this incident was going to be blown up very, very big. So big that it would burst with a pop.

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[This land feels unpleasant.]

Bak, who had emerged from the separate space dimension, looked at the blackened land and muttered with disgust.

[And there are unpleasant monsters there too.]

Tristan, who had similarly revealed himself, shuddered and burrowed into the folds of my cloak.

“Kyaak, so unpleasant…!”

Palides, needless to say, jumped up and down while sniffling.

Dasha, who had encountered intense rejection before even having a proper reunion with companions met after so long, seemed quite heartbroken.

[They’re soldiers I gathered for revenge…]

Dasha really seemed to have wanted revenge against the world with all her heart. However, despite Dasha’s efforts, the skeletons didn’t look like very reliable soldiers.

Even if I really led a skeleton army to take revenge on the entire world, it was doubtful they would last even a day.

It wasn’t just me who thought this, as Bak began poking at the feeble skeletons with his large front paws, picking fights.

Finding this amusing, Tristan transformed into Dura’han and joined in, and Palides also sneakily participated.

[Ah, my soldiers…!]

Watching the skeletons who had become the Dura’hans’ playthings, I casually spoke to Dasha.

“So, why did you go berserk? Are you still in a berserk state now?”

[I… I didn’t even know I had gone berserk.]

According to him, until meeting me, only the thought of immediately killing the Agent of Birth had dominated his consciousness.

[I remembered that the Captain had failed, and thinking that this world had become Birth’s, I resolved to destroy everything.]

In the midst of this, Lilia happened to be acting suspiciously nearby, which completely drove Dasha over the edge.

Even now, while explaining to me, he was intermittently emanating dark energy and creating an ominous atmosphere.

No matter how I looked at it, Dasha seemed not yet fully calmed down. I carefully patted Dasha’s arm and said.

“Calm down. If you leave her alone, she’ll be ruined.”

Actually, she should already be considered ruined. Though she doesn’t seem to know it herself.

At my words, Dasha objected in an ominous voice.

[But she’s the Agent of Birth and a spool wound with threads of fate. She must be completely destroyed.]

There was one word in his hostility-filled statement that particularly caught my attention.

“…Spool?”

[That woman was wrapped all over her body with threads of fate, weaving them in all directions.]

The threads of fate shining on Lilia’s skin were visible to me as well. I had been guessing that Lilia’s existence seemed to have some influence on those around her.

But that was all a conclusion based on accumulated experience from dealing with her.

There was no way Dasha, who had barely seen Lilia a few times, could have reached the same conclusion through the same method as me. I looked at Dasha with curious eyes.

“You can see that?”

[I can sense it. The threads of fate and that spool.]

A spool. I felt like I had heard that word somewhere before.

While searching my memory, the monastery suddenly came to mind. The statue that the former Captain had supposedly beheaded. That was called a spool.

Was Lilia now taking the place of that statue?

[I am the tenth knight and a bard who preached the Captain’s sacrifice. I know all the stories of the world, and I am familiar with the artificial stories that Birth weaves.]

If Lilia is not only an Agent of Birth but also a thread…

“People who form relationships with Lilia become stained by those artificial stories.”

My family, Maxel, everyone suddenly changing—me foolishly dancing in the palm of that girl’s hand, all of it.

Was it because they were assigned roles in her artificial story?

I felt a chill. Until now, I knew Lilia was an Agent of Birth, but I hadn’t really felt the full impact of it.

Perhaps the real power Birth gave that girl wasn’t prophecy, but the ability to influence her surroundings so that those prophecies would come true.

‘A life determined by someone else…’

Suddenly, I remembered the past Captain who had thrown herself into the River of Oblivion, saying she didn’t want to live as a god’s puppet.

I could understand, even if just a little, what feelings drove her to say such things. A life controlled without my knowledge—I really wanted no part of that.

[Now I sing of revenge. They will pay the price.]

While I was lost in thought for a moment, Dasha quickly transformed into a gloomy appearance, radiating dark energy.

I quickly spoke up to calm Dasha down.

“There’s nothing to revenge. The divine power didn’t fail.”

[What?]

“It’s just incomplete. But it will be completed soon.”

The amount of dark energy emanating from Dasha’s body decreased.

“I will retrieve your heads and restore your peace.”

As soon as I finished speaking, Dasha cried out in a pale, stricken voice.

[You must not!]

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