Don’t Look for the Resurrected Villainess - Chapter 216

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Chapter 216

I tilted my head curiously as I stared intently at Prisian Sister’s terrified face.

“Me?”

Sister desperately tried to find some small clue or hope in my face. But when she ultimately failed to gain anything, she wore an expression filled with despair.

Did she sense death approaching? Is dying really that frightening?

She chased me all the way to this poison-filled land to capture me, yet she never even considered that she herself might die?

“So why did you even come all the way here, Sister?”

I had thrown her to fight with Father, so I don’t understand why she came here and put herself through such hardship. It was probably because she was that arrogant.

Everything had gone according to her will until now. She must have thought it would continue to be that way in the future.

Honestly, I understood Prisian Sister’s thinking. Even I, if Lilia hadn’t intervened and I had safely become Empress, would have lived with a similar mindset to Prisian Sister.

I had only changed because I died and came back to life. So Prisian Sister would never change until she died.

Everyone in Roam would be the same.

“Seiri’s words were true.”

Prisian Sister muttered quietly. She was probably trying to stay calm inside, but her trembling shoulders were visible.

I glanced around the surroundings once.

On the desolate land, nothing particular was visible. Only the thick poison, rattling skeletons, the Dura’han protecting me, and the Young Lizardman quietly waiting for Ganic behind me.

“I heard the news that Seiri went mad. What a tragic thing.”

When I answered dryly, Prisian Sister clenched her fists tightly.

As she swallowed dry saliva and avoided my gaze, I examined her carefully.

Then I approached her with large steps.

When I reached out my hand, Prisian Sister hesitated and tried to distance herself from me.

However, she couldn’t achieve her goal as Minte blocked her by poking her back with the tip of his sword.

“Anelli, I won’t say anything. So please…”

Letting Prisian Sister’s urgent words flow through one ear, I searched Prisian Sister’s body without hesitation.

The other knights aside, Prisian Sister at least was an ordinary human like me. Naturally, she would have used a magical tool to enter the dead land.

Without difficulty, I discovered a pendant tied around Prisian Sister’s waist.

On the surface of the jet-black pendant was carved a familiar family crest.

I lightly brushed it with my thumb tip and slowly parted my lips.

“Did the Luewak Margrave lend it to you directly?”

It was probably a precious magical tool passed down through the family for generations. A magical tool with purification magic would be difficult to price with ordinary value.

It wasn’t strange for a family dealing with border region monsters to have purification magical tools.

“He must think I was kidnapped, but did he believe Sister could rescue me?”

“Anelli…”

“Or did you receive Lilia’s help?”

Prisian Sister pressed her lips tightly shut. I glanced at such a sister and smiled faintly.

“The Countess Ruewak does think very fondly of Lilia, doesn’t she?”

Prisian Sister’s breathing shook unsteadily. I showed her a pitying expression.

“Not just the mad third daughter, but even the first. Who would have known Roam would crumble this way.”

I gripped the pendant tightly and pulled. The thin string broke more easily than expected.

As soon as I removed the magical tool, Sister’s face contorted. Prisian Sister frantically covered her mouth with her hands and tried to snatch the pendant from my hand.

However, Sister’s hand uselessly swept through empty air. Dark spots began to appear on her skin exposed to the poison.

Watching Sister gasping for breath gave me a strange feeling. I stepped back to distance myself from Sister and gestured for Minte to retreat as well.

In the middle of the blood puddle, Prisian Sister stood alone and forlorn.

Prisian Sister, who had been bent over covering her mouth, suddenly raised her head.

Her eyes were severely bloodshot, as if blood vessels had burst.

“I… won’t die here!”

Sister, gritting her teeth, pulled something from her bosom and threw it on the ground. Before I could stop her, a translucent magic circle rippled beneath Sister’s feet.

Swoosh!

With light so bright it hurt the eyes, Prisian Sister vanished without a trace. It was teleportation magic.

[Captain?]

Minte called me with a surprised voice.

I gestured to Minte that it was okay, then turned around indifferently.

“Let’s go.”

[But the enemy escaped…]

“I wonder if you can call it escape when I let her go.”

Originally, Roam’s heirs were given expensive one-time magical tools to use in emergencies.

Teleportation magic was one of the magics not distributed as magical tools, but the name Roam had allowed exceptions.

How could I not know about that magical tool’s existence? I even searched her body, as if I really didn’t know and missed it.

I could feel the flustered Dura’han watching my reaction. I looked back at the Dura’han and gave them a light smile.

“I told you. Humans aren’t meant to be fixed and reused.”

Roam would never change until death.

“So I can’t kill them here.”

The sudden encounter had delayed us too much. After glancing up at the sky once, I resumed my stopped steps.

The parched earth couldn’t absorb the hot blood, so with each step I took, squelching sounds came from beneath my feet.

“In a place like this, there’s no need to plant a story about valiantly fighting monsters to rescue a younger sister and dying gloriously in battle.”

I had decided Roam’s ending. The place for that ending was not here.

I gripped the pendant I was holding a bit more tightly.

“Those who oppose the Reviver will face the world’s distrust. The countless hostilities that will pour upon them will surely bring them…”

Roam, to the judgment seat.

To the very place where I had stood.

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By the time we completely escaped the dead land, it was already dark.

I let out a deep sigh and sat down on a nearby rock, feeling around my neck.

At first, I thought it was quite tightly constricting my neck, but now it had become considerably loose. If I pulled hard, it seemed like it would tear right off.

The choker becoming this loose also meant the dead land’s poison was that severe. It meant the magical effect was running out.

[It, it keeps glowing.]

The one who checked the choker’s condition in real-time and reported it to me was Mori. I couldn’t check the color with my eyes since I didn’t have something like a hand mirror right now.

Fortunately, this magical tool fulfilled its role until we escaped the dead land, and according to Mori, it had started sparkling a while ago.

“Glowing means this is operating right now?”

This was a phenomenon that didn’t occur when purification magic was activated.

I recalled another function granted to this choker. Tracking magic. The very one that only certain specific people could activate.

[It’s Jigol!]

Mori exclaimed with delight. Following that sound, I raised my head and familiar figures came into view.

[Captain! Mori!]

I thought I might have to camp alone and forlorn, but fortunately it seemed I could camp somewhat comfortably.

I could see Jeon discovering me and waving both hands high. Samuel was beside him, and I could see his hands glowing particularly white. He seemed to be using divine power.

I could see Nadab and Soana too. Seeing everyone was fine, it seemed they hadn’t immediately regained their memories and gone berserk.

[Wow, I was worried we wouldn’t meet within today!]

[Me, me too!]

Confirming Jigol and Mori’s boisterous reunion, I raised my head to look at Jeon.

Watching him running over with a bright smile, my shoulders suddenly felt stiff.

Only then did I realize I had been tensed up the entire time, putting strength throughout my body.

Without being conscious of it, my nerves had been sharply on edge, and I felt sudden fatigue.

“You’re late.”

“I absolutely didn’t intend to be late. That bird couldn’t guide properly.”

Jeon, who had approached closely, quickly spoke while pointing at Jigol. At those words, Jigol explained with an aggrieved voice.

[The land’s poison was too severe, so it was difficult to find the energy!]

Ah, I suddenly wondered why they used location tracking magic…

“You worked hard.”

As I stroked Jigol’s head with my index finger, Samuel looked at my neck and hardened his expression.

“The poison seems to have been quite strong.”

“Hm?”

“It appears the purification power was depleted faster than expected.”

Samuel’s expression was quite serious. Was it because it seemed like he had just used up a Temple treasure?

I touched my nape with my fingertips and looked back at the path we had come with an indifferent face. Beyond the darkness lay the Dead Land I had crossed through.

It didn’t seem to be just because I had stayed in the Dead Land for a long time. Rather than that…

“Maybe it’s because Dasha went berserk.”

Wasn’t the main cause the commotion we had caused while subduing Dasha, who had been billowing black smoke?

“I’ll get additional support from the Temple.”

“Why bother? Forget it. We’re done with our business in the Dead Land anyway.”

I waved my hand to stop Samuel and turned around. At my response, Jeon raised his eyebrows and shifted his gaze to my wrist.

“Have you recalled your subordinate?”

“Yeah. For now.”

I was curious about her condition, but I couldn’t carelessly summon her in case something went wrong.

It might be better to summon her after arriving at Beladia Castle and parting ways with Samuel.

I was about to call Soana, thinking I should warn the other Dura’han in advance, when Samuel approached with large strides.

“The Trebi Mountains are full of monsters. There’s no guarantee there won’t be places like the Dead Land.”

He had a strangely stubborn expression.

But that look seemed like he desperately wanted to give me another magical tool with location tracking magic on it—was that just my imagination?

‘When you can already know where I am without such things?’

I stared at Samuel for a moment, then turned my attention to Jeon.

“How did that thing I asked you about before turn out?”

There was a favor I had asked Jeon separately, without telling Samuel. It wasn’t that I was trying to keep secrets from Samuel, but rather something I hadn’t mentioned because I didn’t feel the need to.

“It was handled well.”

“Really? It couldn’t have been easy.”

“I have more authority than you think.”

I was about to smile at Jeon, who shrugged as he spoke, when Samuel interrupted with a stiff voice.

“A favor?”

“Yeah.”

I nodded calmly and looked back at Samuel.

I knew what Samuel would think after hearing this conversation.

“If you really want to help with something, it would be better to wait until I have something I want to ask for. Samuel Bent.”

Those words were meant for him to hear.

“Though I’m not sure if your patience will hold out.”

This was my own way of showing goodwill and giving advice to him, who had faithfully helped me all this time.

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