Don’t Look for the Resurrected Villainess - Chapter 237

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Chapter 237

The scenery of the Inner Sanctum was a bit different from the Outer Fortress.

First, what caught the eye was a fairly spacious clearing. Unlike the Outer Fortress with its various facilities and buildings, the Inner Sanctum showed more leisurely open spaces and wider gaps between buildings.

And compared to the Outer Fortress side, there appeared to be almost no damaged parts. So just by looking at the general appearance, one could guess what kind of building it was and what purpose the space was prepared for.

But the biggest difference was that it was narrow enough to see the entire interior with just a slight turn of the head.

It felt like with just one step forward, the next Dura’han would greet me saying they had regained their head.

Bak seemed to have similar impressions as me, fidgeting restlessly.

[Mi, Minte! Don’t walk ahead!]

However, despite Bak’s urgent cry, Minte strode through the Inner Sanctum without hesitation.

[Captain, this seems to be the stairs leading up to the City Walls.]

Was it because we got the hint about the ‘City Walls’ through Tristan earlier? Minte first looked for the stairs leading up to the City Walls.

She seemed to want to regain her head quickly. Rather than meeting rest like an unexpected disaster, it looked like a resolve to step forward and seek it out herself.

Minte, who had informed me of the stairs’ location, hopped up without giving anyone time to stop her.

[Minte!]

Bak also quickly ran to follow Minte, but Bak transformed into a bear was too bulky to climb the stairs.

Bak, who kept sticking his head in and pulling it back out, looked up as high as he could. Minte, who had quickly climbed to the top, looked down below.

[Minte, are you okay?]

[Minte, did you regain your head?]

Bak and Jigol shouted toward Minte. Minte in the form of a cat stretched her head out to look down, then disappeared with a ‘pop’ again.

If she had regained her head, she wouldn’t be in the form of an animal, so it seemed Minte hadn’t died up there.

“There are also stairs connected to the top of the City Walls over there.”

While waiting for Minte to come back down, Samuel pointed somewhere and spoke.

I could see another set of stairs on the opposite side from where Minte had climbed. Next to it was also a watchtower connected to the City Walls.

For a moment, I thought that if Minte had been in charge of the City Walls, she might have been guarding that watchtower. From that height, one could probably see outside the City Walls at a glance.

[Captain, there was nothing special over there.]

Just then, Minte, who had come down from the stairs, quickly reported. Looking around, she soon decided on a new destination.

[Minte! Don’t go around alone so much. What if something happens?]

[What could happen here other than regaining one’s head.]

Minte, who replied curtly, easily passed by Bak who was blocking her path.

While doing so, she didn’t forget to add an explanation for me.

[I can feel that my head is here.]

Minte hurriedly moved her steps again. This time it was in the direction Samuel had pointed. Bak followed behind Minte, constantly calling her name.

[Minte, don’t be in such a hurry, Minte? Minte! Min…!]

Just as Minte, who had been running quickly without paying any attention to the calls from behind, was about to climb the stairs.

[Ugh!]

Bak, who had been busily chasing after Minte, let out a single groan.

The giant black bear covered his head with his front paws and curled up his body.

[…Bak?]

[Groan…]

[What’s wrong, why are you like that?]

Panicked Minte circled around Bak.

Standing a little distance away and watching them, I looked down at the silk pouch containing Mori.

Since Tristan reached rest earlier, Mori had completely gone into the pouch and wasn’t showing herself.

Faint sobbing could be heard from the slightly open pouch entrance.

I was about to call Mori but just closed my mouth. Even without asking Mori, I could now understand why Bak was acting like that.

[Bak!]

The situation had changed, and now it was Minte calling Bak’s name. Bak was writhing while emitting black smoke.

I couldn’t bring myself to approach closely. It wasn’t because Bak in bear form looked threatening.

Rather… it was because this rest that continued to another Dura’han without time to collect myself was starting to become increasingly burdensome.

As I held my throbbing head and let out a long sigh, I felt someone approaching.

[Couldn’t you grant rest as quickly as possible?]

A suppressed voice was heard nearby. It was Soana.

Unconcealed sadness showed in Soana’s eyes as she looked at Bak.

[We’re all going to enter the path of rest anyway, so if you could make us comfortable even a little faster, everyone would praise the Captain’s mercy.]

“The words they speak after regaining their heads might be their last words, and you’re telling me not to listen to even that?”

[Look, Captain.]

Soana spoke in a sunken voice.

[How everyone suffers like that once they regain their memories.]

She was sighing with genuine feeling.

[Are you planning to face each and every one of the Knights’ pain, Captain?]

Well, I… didn’t want to see such things. Wasn’t that natural?

But I didn’t know if just because I didn’t want to see it meant I didn’t have to.

I stared at Bak. The Knights of the Round Table who threw themselves for their captain and waited for their captain in Dura’han bodies for a long time.

Wouldn’t listening carefully to even a few words from them after they regained their complete forms be the courtesy I should show?

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The name that came from Tristan’s mouth was definitely his own. But why was it Bak who regained his head?

Minte looked with confused eyes at the one standing before her.

Bak, who had a build that seemed twice that of a normal adult male, was crouched and panting.

His large, bold features were completely contorted, showing his pain. Bak, who had been hurting enough to shed tears, barely raised his gaze.

Bak, who spotted Minte in cat form, stopped his gaze with a start.

[…Bak.]

Bak stared at Minte for a long time with an expression that made it impossible to know what he was thinking. Then he raised his heavy body.

[Bak?]

It was unclear whether he couldn’t hear or was pretending not to hear. Minte frantically hit Bak’s leg with her front paw, but Bak paid no attention and approached Anelli.

“Captain.”

A thick, low voice flowed from Bak’s mouth. Minte thought that like the other Knights, Bak would also introduce who he was.

However, Bak observed no formalities whatsoever.

Minte realized that Bak was very angry right now.

When Anelli nodded, Bak spoke in a suppressed tone.

“I have one request before receiving rest.”

“A request?”

“Just one leg of that Betrayer, no… an arm or… No. Just allow me to hit him at least.”

Bak’s thick fist was clenched tight. Blue veins stood out on the back of his hand and it was even trembling finely.

Minte, who hadn’t regained her head, couldn’t empathize with Bak’s anger. However, remembering that the guy called Samuel had never been easy-going, she unconsciously approached Bak’s side.

[Bak, what’s wrong with you? What did that bastard do to you?]

Bak still didn’t look back at Minte.

After a moment of silence, Anelli glanced at Samuel. Then she answered calmly.

“I won’t stop your anger, Bak.”

As soon as Anelli’s permission was given, Bak strode toward Samuel. His bloodshot eyes were filled with seething resentment. Samuel frowned and opened his lips.

“Bak, you… ugh!”

Thwack!

The large fist struck Samuel’s jaw. He hit so hard that Samuel’s body swayed.

Bak immediately raised his fist again without rest. With no particular technique, he just swung with strong force aimed at the lower jaw.

Smack!

With a terrible impact sound, this time Samuel’s body completely fell over. With just two punches, Samuel’s jaw swelled red and blood pooled between his lips.

Bak grabbed the fallen Samuel by the collar and began beating him in earnest. The momentum was so fierce that the onlookers couldn’t even breathe.

Even Minte froze at Bak’s savage momentum and couldn’t move.

“You, bastard!”

Thud!

“Cough!”

Finally, Samuel coughed up blood. Pain was etched across his grimacing face. Just as Samuel, breathing roughly, could no longer endure it and was about to push Bak away—

[Bak.]

Unable to watch any longer, Soana was the first to stop Bak. It was an action born from worry that there might be problems with exercising her divine power.

Even without a lengthy explanation, Bak understood the intention behind Soana’s call.

Bak, who had raised his bloodied fist, gritted his teeth and spat out savage curses.

“Damn it, damn it!”

Thud!

His final punch struck the dirt ground beside Samuel’s head. It was such tremendous force that the earth was deeply gouged.

[Bak, your hand!]

Minte, who had been frozen stiff, discovered his torn knuckles and rushed over in shock. Bak, who had released Samuel’s collar, panted as he pulled himself up.

Bak’s hand was stained with blood—whether his own or Samuel’s was unclear. As he staggered back a few steps, drops of blood fell sporadically on the ground.

Bak, who had been silently catching his breath for a moment, looked at Minte who had approached his feet.

Though he seemed to have something he wanted to say, he ultimately said nothing. Instead, he staggered toward Anelli and knelt before her.

“I am the executor who brings down iron judgment upon all who defy you. I am deeply moved to greet you like this.”

His weary voice contained no trace of joy at having regained his original form. Rather, he seemed tormented.

Anelli also gazed at Bak with tired eyes.

“I thought Minte would find her head first.”

Minte also agreed with Anelli’s words. That’s certainly what Tristan had said. That Minte would soon come out to provide support from the City Walls.

“Did you die trying to save Minte?”

Anelli asked calmly. Minte unconsciously looked at Bak with tense eyes.

Bak was briefly silent before shaking his head.

“Saving anyone in this place was impossible.”

Bak smiled bitterly, saying that determining the order of death in this small Inner Sanctum was truly meaningless.

“However, it is true that I died before Minte.”

Though he must have felt Minte’s gaze, Bak did not turn to look at her.

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