Don’t Look for the Resurrected Villainess - Chapter 235

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Chapter 235

After exchanging a few more words with Heinrih, I ended the communication.

The Dura’han who had been blocking the roadside in case any monsters came charging this way also showed signs of preparing to move again and approached closer.

[They must be those who voluntarily gathered to follow the Captain!]

[I’m certain of it as well.]

Perhaps because we were completely excluded from that dogfight, the Dura’han observed the situation quite leisurely. Tristan in particular seemed quite excited watching the bustling scene.

[It would be wonderful if I could show the Captain the appearance I remember!]

Nadab interjected with a sighing voice at Tristan’s words.

[I remember. The sight of women grabbing each other’s hair with Tristan between them.]

[The area around that well was wide and good for fighting though.]

Even Minte agreed with Nadab. However, Tristan laughed heartily as if his exposed past wasn’t embarrassing at all.

[Hahaha! Only the victor gets the beauty! Isn’t that the law of nature?]

Come to think of it, when I first met Tristan, either Jigol or Nadab had earnestly warned me. Not to fall for Tristan’s appearance.

[Seeing that sight reminds me of those women who fought bloody battles over me!]

I had just brushed it off at the time, but hearing him say that much made me curious.

To reminisce about his own romantic fights while watching that dogfight. Just how powerful was Tristan’s popularity?

[Let’s go now. If we dawdle any longer, we might get caught up in that fight for no reason.]

Soana, who had been watching the situation most rationally, gently suggested.

I, who had been standing and watching the monsters’ fight for a moment, agreed with her words and turned around.

According to Samuel’s earlier words, another Dura’han would soon regain their head. The knight who couldn’t properly fight the Betrayer because he was busy blocking enemies.

Recalling what I had heard from Samuel, I suddenly stopped as I was about to climb the uphill path toward the Inner Sanctum.

“What’s wrong, Lady Anelli?”

[Captain?]

The Dura’han also looked at me with puzzled eyes. Instead of answering their calls, I stared blankly at the uphill path.

“Lady Anelli, are you alright?”

I could feel Jeon’s worried gaze examining me. However, I couldn’t hear his voice right now. I was…

I was looking at the back of a knight walking up ahead of me, dripping blood.

With each step he took, sticky blood poured out in handfuls.

[Captain, Captain’s hand!]

Nadab called me with a panicked voice. Drawn by that sound, I looked down to see my hand glowing green.

As if reacting to something, the light kept repeating between strong and weak.

“Why are you suddenly like this? Are you hurt somewhere? Ne?”

I felt Jeon pouring out words in a panicked voice while stroking my cheek.

I blinked blankly, not knowing the reason, and belatedly realized my cheek was damp.

The tears wouldn’t stop easily. No matter how much Jeon wiped them, it was useless.

I gently pushed him away and slowly moved my steps. Following the same path where blood had dripped, the castle gate leading to the Inner Sanctum soon appeared.

“…”

I turned around in front of the tightly closed Inner Sanctum gate.

The Dura’han and Jeon, who didn’t understand what I was doing, stood awkwardly looking this way.

Only Samuel, standing among them, understood this situation.

Samuel knew where this place I had stopped was.

[C-Captain.]

Leaving behind the Dura’han who called me worriedly, I knelt down. As I swept the dirt ground with my glowing hand, dust tickled my fingers.

It was soil that remained damp with moisture from the rain that fell last night.

Holding some soil and rolling it in my palm, I took a deep breath. The smell of wet earth stung my nose.

What had soaked this ground now was rainwater. Not blood.

But this was also the place where a pool of blood had formed.

The place where a knight who had exhausted all his strength blocking enemies who poisoned wells and burned grain storehouses had struggled to climb up and stood his ground.

“You bled too much.”

I gritted my teeth. The smell of blood that wasn’t even flowing made my head dizzy.

Tears kept blurring my vision. These tears were not my tears.

They were tears shed by the ‘Captain of the past.’

“Why did you stand guard with such a body?”

A knight in blood-soaked armor stood before my eyes. He was an illusion but not fake. He was a memory remaining in my mind and a scene I had witnessed.

The burning Beladia Castle, the battle filled with screams and shouts, my knight who was supposed to guard the Inner Castle Gate but couldn’t turn away from the people dying below and ran to them.

He had done his best to protect those who loved him.

Fighting until the well was filled with blood, returning here with a battered body.

I had been looking down at him. I had watched his final moments from atop these castle walls.

“Tristan.”

He who had tried until the end to carry out his orders while dripping blood had arrived here again.

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Tristan was a well-known playboy even in Beladia Castle.

It wasn’t that he was a lecher who went around fawning over this woman and that woman. He was simply a man who was kind, gentle, and cheerful to everyone.

Since he had handsome looks and was even kind, whoever the other person was, they would easily have their hearts stolen.

In the early days, there were often talks about excluding such a Tristan from the Knights of the Round Table.

This was around the time when the number of women who had fought by grabbing each other’s hair because of him exceeded five.

However, Tristan didn’t mind.

“Being able to love someone freely is the most perfect freedom the Captain has bestowed! I’m living more befittingly to that person’s will than anyone!”

The Knights of the Round Table gave up completely at his praise for free love.

In fact, the women who fought over Tristan mysteriously formed common ground and united with each other as time passed. Thanks to this, it never developed into a long-term problem.

Yes, let’s acknowledge the freedom of love. After all, wasn’t their rebellion against Birth also for the sake of a free life?

Even after that conclusion was reached, Beladia Castle remained bustling, and it was sometimes noisy due to those who chased after Tristan.

Outer Beladdia was a very lively and noisy neighborhood, and Tristan often volunteered for outer fortress patrols.

Tristan was courteous to all those who loved him.

That’s why he left his post and ran to the well.

To remain faithful to the end to the love he received and the love he gave.

[Are you saying I guarded this place?]

Tristan was bewildered.

He who had just been chattering with his comrades while reminiscing about the past was perplexed by his suddenly arriving turn.

Tristan looked back at the outer fortress they had passed through. The streets had become even more chaotic due to the monsters’ noisy fighting.

Looking down from here, he realized it was a familiar composition. However, he, he…

Since the Captain was saying it, it must be certain. On that day when he faced the Betrayer, he must have been in charge of the Inner Castle Gate.

[I fought the Betrayer here…]

He fought the Betrayer and was probably killed by him.

The reason he used the abstract and uncertain expression “probably” was because that scene wouldn’t come to mind clearly at all.

Tristan approached where the Captain was standing. The empty space above his neck hurt as if burning, and his vision swayed and distorted.

He instinctively realized that all of this was the process of regaining his head.

Finally standing before the Captain with a tear-stained face, Tristan regained his complete head.

“Tristan.”

Tristan didn’t respond to the Captain’s call. He simply frowned while carefully touching his own cheek.

Then he turned around again. The distant view of the outer fortress. That scenery trampled into a complete mess.

Even though he had regained his head, his senses still weren’t clear. It was vague and bewildering, like floating in deep water.

“I’m sorry, Captain. My memory of fighting here… isn’t very…”

Isn’t very clear.

Even though he had regained his head, what came to mind were only memories of fighting down below.

The sight of the Outer Fortress residents who used to greet him with bright smiles whenever they saw him dying.

Himself who, despite knowing he had to guard the only path leading to the Inner Sanctum, couldn’t turn away from the scene visible below.

And thus the moments when he finally drew his sword and cut down enemies.

“But Captain, is it alright to stay like this? That battle below doesn’t seem like it will end soon.”

Rather than feelings toward the Betrayer, anger toward the hobgoblins rampaging in the distance surged more strongly.

The invaders who had stubbornly occupied the Outer Fortress and lived there for a long time as if it were their own territory were down below.

“Wouldn’t it be better if I went to help? Minte from the City Walls will come to provide support soon, and Minte alone should be able to defend this place sufficiently.”

“Tristan.”

“The Well and Food Warehouse are important. No, since it’s always where the Outer Fortress Villagers gather, the damage would be too great, so I should…”

“Tristan!”

Tristan suddenly came to his senses at the force grabbing his arm.

“I’m sorry. I should be guarding this place. The Captain trusted me and assigned this to me, yet I dare to abandon my post. I’ll return immediately and stop the enemy.”

“The fight is over, Tristan.”

Tristan, who had been rambling incoherently, looked up with surprised eyes. Tristan’s pupils, which had been wandering between past and present, finally focused properly.

Purple eyes that felt remarkably rational despite being wet with tears were looking straight at Tristan.

“You are…”

Anelli’s lips trembled but she couldn’t say anything in the end. Watching her like that, Tristan realized.

By the time he had abandoned his post to fight to protect the Outer Fortress Villagers and then returned here, his body was already in such a mess that he couldn’t think properly.

That he had died in such a battered state that he couldn’t even remember the fight with the Betrayer.

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