Don’t Look for the Resurrected Villainess - Chapter 226

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Chapter 226

[Foolish Dasha… I couldn’t even say goodbye properly.]

I could hear the sounds of Soana and Nadab quietly comforting the sobbing Jigol.

Some of the Dura’han sat quietly, lost for words, while others gazed at the distant Beladia Castle, lost in thought.

Looking around at the Dura’han, I slowly turned my gaze.

The edge of the cliff where Dasha had stood was now empty. Wrapped in green power, he had become a handful of ash scattered in the wind.

As if throwing himself into the wind.

‘…Dasha.’

He was a man with a pale complexion, slightly prominent cheekbones, and gaunt cheeks. A knight with a somewhat sensitive appearance and thin lips.

In his final moment, Dasha had regained his true form as the tenth knight of the Round Table.

Not as a Dura’han, but as a proud Knight of the Round Table, he had obtained the rest he desired.

“The weather is turning cloudy.”

A low voice came from behind me as I stared blankly at the cliff.

Glancing back, I saw Samuel gazing at the same spot I had been looking at with a sunken expression.

“If it rains, traveling will be dangerous.”

As he said, the clear sky had become filled with clouds at some point.

After checking the sky, I slowly moved my lips.

“Did you kill Dasha here?”

“…Yes.”

I understood why he had become my guide.

The knights needed to reclaim their heads, and those heads were in the very places where they had been murdered.

Samuel was the one who would take me to those places on behalf of the knights who had lost their memories.

Was this the Goddess’s punishment for him to face the betrayal he had committed?

“Let’s go.”

I took heavy steps. The Dura’han, who had been mourning in their own ways, also came to their senses and prepared to depart.

I considered putting them back into the separate space dimension, but decided against it.

The destination was right ahead anyway, and the other Dura’han would soon reclaim their heads too.

I wasn’t worried about them going berserk if they regained their memories along with their heads.

‘The desire for rest would come before anger toward the betrayer.’

Just as Dasha had done when he knelt before me and desperately pleaded.

* * *

We passed through a downhill path that was several times more dangerous than the way up.

Fortunately, thanks to Jeon’s magic, we didn’t encounter any dangerous situations. Unlike on the way up, there were no plant monsters blocking our path either.

It felt unpleasant, as if it was hinting that I should only use my power on the Knights of the Round Table from now on…

But it was true that our travel speed had increased without obstacles, so I decided to think positively about it.

‘No, is it right to think positively about this?’

Looking at the approaching castle made my heart restless. At this rate, we would suddenly encounter the place where the Dura’han were murdered.

It would be nice if Samuel could at least give me a hint about the location beforehand, but he just kept his mouth shut and only guided us.

The blue sky that had been visible sporadically was now gone, and gray clouds filled the space above the castle.

[By the way, somehow that Young Lizardman ended up coming all the way here.]

As if trying to change the somber atmosphere somehow, Tristan spoke up with a deliberately cheerful voice.

Jigol, who had been sitting crouched while gripping Nadab’s mane tightly with his claws, slowly raised his head at those words.

[Ganic, he used to get thrown around all the time, but his shell managed not to crack.]

[This guy’s grip strength is incredible! He’ll never let go of me. Besides, he doesn’t throw me around anymore these days! Look how mature he’s become!]

Ganic, who was being held by the Young Lizardman in his sea turtle form today as well, retorted in a serious voice.

Realizing they were talking about him, the Young Lizardman joined in, slapping his tail.

[Kyua… Bua…!]

The loud voice was slightly different from his usual unidentifiable babbling. Ganic, who understood it better than anyone, stretched his neck and looked up at the Young Lizardman.

[Ayaya!]

I had thought he would only make unidentifiable strange sounds forever, but apparently he was learning to speak.

Previously, when Ganic had been curious about the growth rate and process of Lizardmen, I had asked Jeon about it.

Jeon, who had looked up materials at the Mage Tower, told me that Lizardmen have a very short infancy period.

Their bodies reach maturity in 3 years, and their minds leave infancy in 1 year.

In the case of the Young Lizardman we took in, considering that communication didn’t work when we first met, he probably hadn’t been born for more than a year.

But considering the period he was held captive in the village and the time he traveled with us, it was about time for him to start talking.

Rather, it should be considered late that he was only starting to speak now.

Unlike before when he would suddenly cut off his tail to offer it, seeing him step forward with appropriate awareness suggested his mind might already be somewhat mature.

[Kyuaayang.]

[He just said ‘no’! You heard it, didn’t you, Captain? Ne?]

Well, it wasn’t quite that accurate.

Without even listening to my answer, Ganic began bragging to the other Dura’han in an excited voice.

[All that hard work teaching him to speak paid off! He’s saying he won’t throw me around!]

Was that what he said?

Even though no one agreed with him, Ganic was moved to tears alone and showered the Young Lizardman with praise. He was now truly no different from a parent.

Encouraged by Ganic’s praise, the Young Lizardman chattered away about something.

Naturally, it wasn’t proper sentences, so the result was no different from making loud noises.

Normally I might have scolded them for being noisy, but right now this noisy atmosphere was better than the quiet one.

So I just let them chatter away.

[Ganic, if you spoil kids too much, they’ll develop bad habits!]

[So that’s why you have such bad manners, Jigol.]

[What?]

“Everyone seems to have cheered up.”

Jeon, who had been quietly watching without interfering, casually spoke to me.

Although he couldn’t understand the conversation, he seemed to have grasped the atmosphere from the noisy animal sounds.

“Yeah.”

The sudden farewell to a comrade would be sad, but at the same time, they should celebrate that their comrade had obtained the rest he most desired.

The Dura’han quickly understood and accepted Dasha’s situation. They were probably anticipating the farewells that would continue to follow.

“Are you alright, Lady Anelli?”

“Dasha wasn’t a Dura’han I had been with for long.”

Rather, he had been a troublemaker I was constantly worried about, not knowing when he might go berserk.

It was surprising enough that he had met his end so calmly and gracefully in his final moment.

Jeon made a subtle expression at my words. Then he looked back at the Dura’han who were chattering among themselves.

“Will the other Dura’han disappear in the same way?”

“Of course, the other Dura’han will also find rest.”

“…I see.”

Jeon looked like he had a lot on his mind.

“Why do you look like that?”

“Just because.”

Jeon, who had been looking at the Dura’han for a while, lowered his gaze to the ground.

“I think I understand why you have no regrets.”

“I can’t know whether the other Dura’han’s rest will be death or not.”

“But it seems like Lady Anelli is already thinking that way.”

…Well, that’s because I would want that if I were them.

“They’ve been waiting for me for a very long time. They must be very tired.”

Jeon quietly nodded as if he understood my words. Then he suddenly changed the subject.

“You remember, right?”

“What?”

“That I promised to hold your hand when you’re scared.”

Jeon, who smiled faintly, shrugged his shoulders.

“I was worried you might have forgotten.”

I stared at Jeon for a moment, then recalled a forgotten memory.

Not the memory of the day he promised to hold my hand, but a different memory.

The nightmare I had from Lusarca’s final attack. I’m not sure why I suddenly thought of that.

“As I said then, there’s nothing to be afraid of.”

“That’s a relief then.”

I withdrew my gaze from him and stared at the castle that had grown much closer.

The day was overcast. It seemed like rain would fall soon.

Very heavy and thick raindrops.

* * *

Flash, Lilia opened her eyes and breathed roughly.

Her heaving chest was soaked with cold sweat.

Clutching her throbbing head as she sat up, she remained dazed on the bed for quite a while.

‘A dream…’

She had dreamed. The dream she had so desperately wanted.

‘Why?’

Lilia’s face contorted with confusion.

It was the same kind of prophecy as usual. The prophecy she read showed Maxel trembling while huddled in a place much more shabby and worn than now.

And even the sight of herself abandoning Maxel and running away to save at least her own life.

The problem was what came after.

“The page was torn…”

The next page was torn out. From the traces, there should have been content about what would happen next, but she couldn’t find the torn page, so she couldn’t know the rest of the story either.

Lilia gripped the blanket with both hands.

Even if the content was cut off in the middle, there had never been a case where the book itself appeared damaged like this.

An even more ominous feeling than when she had foreseen failure swept through her entire body.

Slam.

“Lilia!”

Lilia, who had been sitting dazedly, quickly raised her head. Maxel, who had been haggard and gloomy for days, entered the bedroom with a brightened face for the first time in a while.

“Did you hear? Those who will guard us are coming soon!”

“Those who will guard us?”

“Yes! That guild master you introduced seems to have done well!”

Looking at Maxel filled with hope after so long, Lilia recalled the dream she had just had.

The place that was more shabby than here now, and Maxel sitting with a haggard face.

Should she run away?

‘I think there was a back door in this building.’

Maxel looked at Lilia’s serious face and encouraged her that they just needed to endure a little longer. However, Lilia’s expression didn’t soften.

She wouldn’t have had such a dream for no reason. Could it be a revelation to run away immediately?

…But she didn’t know what came next.

‘What if running away leads to an even worse situation?’

The next page definitely existed. It was just that the content was unknown because it was torn.

And Lilia felt anxious about the fact that there was a definitely determined future and she didn’t know it.

“Lilia, hurry and get ready. It’s time to leave this cramped building!”

Lilia, who was about to say something to Maxel, soon closed her lips. She didn’t have the courage to run away relying on an uncertain future.

So she brushed off Maxel’s nagging and lay down again. She desperately tried to fall asleep again.

To find out about the torn page.

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