Don’t Look for the Resurrected Villainess - Chapter 238

—————
This chapter was translated by Lunox Team. To support us and help keep this series going, visit our website: LunoxScans.com
—————

Chapter 238

Minte held her breath.

She felt a pain as if someone was squeezing her heart. A suffocating feeling that she was forgetting something very important made her suddenly irritated.

Her usually rational mind, which could judge any situation logically, was completely unable to function properly at this moment.

At that moment, Minte, who had been anxiously looking back and forth between Bak and Anelli, finally squeezed herself between the two.

“I will also regain my head in this place.”

Then Anelli’s gaze, which had been fixed on Bak, shifted to Minte.

Anelli parted her lips as if to say something, but Minte spoke first in a resolute voice.

“Please delay Bak’s rest just a little, Captain.”

Bak, who had been avoiding Minte all along, finally looked at her. However, now it was Minte who wouldn’t give him her gaze.

“I will retrieve my memories right now.”

Before anyone could stop her, Minte quickly turned around.

“…”

The city walls, it would be at the city walls. Even without Tristan’s words, she had a strong intuition that she would regain her head at the city walls.

Minte ran faster than ever before. Leaping over the stairs in bounds, she reached the top of the watchtower in one go.

When she reached the top that was wide open without a roof, a cold wind blew fiercely.

The top had been untrodden for a long time and was full of dust.

A few weapons that were rusted and corroded, barely recognizable in shape, were scattered on the ground, but they were junk that couldn’t even be used. Other than that, there was nothing particularly noticeable.

However, to Minte, it was somehow a familiar space.

Minte, who had been looking around while panting, slowly walked around the perimeter. The top space was so narrow that even her cat body didn’t need many steps.

How many times had she circled the same spot?

Minte’s steps finally stopped. The place where she stopped was the center.

The stone floor she was standing on at this moment felt quite familiar.

「Saving someone in this place was impossible.」

Minte recalled Bak’s words she had heard earlier.

He was right. ‘Saving’ was impossible among knights.

The only one who could save knights was the Captain. The only thing other knights could choose was the order of death.

‘The order of dying.’

So that’s what Bak had chosen.

「It’s true that I died before Minte.」

Minte, who had been standing blankly in the center, slowly approached the railing.

The watchtower was high enough to overlook both the Inner Sanctum and parts of the Outer Fortress. So naturally, the scenery directly below was also visible at a glance.

Anelli and her fellow knights gathered below, and.

“Bak…”

Despite the considerable distance, Minte immediately recognized Bak’s gaze looking straight at her.

She felt déjà vu. Unconsciously gripping the railing and leaning her body forward a bit more, Minte belatedly realized that her field of vision had changed slightly.

Since opening her eyes in a Dura’han body, she had mostly lived in the form of a cat. Her gaze was always low.

The current angle was only possible by standing on the railing.

Being able to stand like this and look down at all of them meant…

‘I’ve regained my head.’

She had regained it unknowingly while wandering around this watchtower. Bewilderment came first at the situation that had occurred without her notice.

Minte’s hair whipped against her cheeks as it fluttered. Unlike Bak, who had shed tears and expressed anger as soon as he regained his head, she felt everything with an eerily calm sensation.

“…”

Bak, who had been looking at Minte, moved his lips. His voice couldn’t be heard.

However, Minte recognized the shape of his lips. The color gradually drained from Minte’s face, which had been frozen in bewilderment.

“Bak.”

It was a familiar composition. Her looking down from the watchtower, and him facing the Betrayer below.

The Betrayer’s target was Minte, but he was pinned down below by Bak’s intervention.

Bak had originally been at the Training Ground and Minte was guarding the Forecourt, but Bak had come out here on his own.

Minte’s face slowly contorted. Everything was the same as that day. Bak blocking with his whole body as if to buy her even a little time.

His actions seemed to say to take the Captain and flee, that they should plan for the future.

「I’m sorry, Minte.」

A soundless apology conveyed through lip movements. Everything was the same.

“That idiot…”

And Minte’s muttering was also the same.

* * *

[Minte…]

Jigol let out a sigh-like murmur while looking up at the watchtower. I also tilted my head back to look up.

I could see Minte looking down precariously leaning against the railing. Minte had a pale, frozen expression.

Her light brown hair fluttered wildly in the wind. Minte couldn’t even think to arrange her hair, just looking down at this place with a bloodless face.

“Please grant me rest.”

I, who had been blankly looking up at Minte, was drawn by that voice to look back at Bak. There was no wavering in Bak’s gaze as he requested rest.

“I willingly took up my sword to judge the enemy and exact due payment. If my devotion satisfies you, or even… if you find it lacking, please have mercy on me.”

Bak’s will was firm. He truly wanted to receive rest right now.

I looked up at Minte again. Minte was contorting her face as if sensing something.

“Is this really what you want?”

When Minte is right there. I didn’t add my inner thoughts, but Bak seemed to understand.

After a moment of silence, he lowered his gaze and answered.

“I am very cowardly.”

His quiet way of opening his mouth seemed both indifferent and resigned.

“…Then and now, I don’t have the confidence to watch Minte close her eyes before me.”

I unconsciously swallowed. Because I clearly understood what Bak’s confession meant.

I, who had been moving my lips, retorted in a suppressed voice.

“You could at least say goodbye.”

You’ve just regained your heads. Both of you, don’t you have things to talk about facing each other in complete form?

At my words, Bak smiled bitterly.

“If I say goodbye, wouldn’t it feel like I’ll never see her again? It’s fine to leave some regrets so the longing will be greater.”

Bak, who took a deep breath, completely erased the bitter smile he had briefly shown. He faced me again with a resolute expression.

“Captain, my rest is not an eternal farewell.”

Bak’s voice was full of conviction.

And I realized at this moment that the subject of the farewell Bak was talking about wasn’t limited to just Minte.

Bak wanted rest with as firm criteria as Dasha.

At the same time, I felt an indescribably strange feeling at his clearly conveyed wish.

“I will see you again.”

Bak made that promise. It was a clear voice as if he believed it would definitely happen.

Also, it was a demand for me to give the predetermined answer.

“Yes.”

I had no certainty about the future at all. Nevertheless, I uttered the answer he wanted. It felt dizzy and hopeless like being pushed off a cliff, but there was no choice.

“See you again.”

Because this was the answer Bak wanted to hear, and also the answer I wanted to give.

When I reached out toward him who bowed his head, the power that had been rippling in my hand stretched out like spider webs as if it had been waiting. Green light enveloped Bak. Bak was submissively bowing his head.

“…Kh!”

Bak, who seemed to be accepting rest without moving, suddenly turned around.

Minte, who had come down from the watchtower, was running toward them. A faint smile appeared on Bak’s lips when he spotted her.

“Bak!”

Bak parted his lips as if to answer that call. However, he couldn’t make a sound in the end.

Because before he could speak, the green light swallowed him first.

The swirling power disappeared, and a faintly swirling whirlwind left traces while stirring up dust.

Minte’s hurried running gradually slowed down and came to a complete stop.

Her gaze was fixed on the spot where Bak had been. She watched the gradually subsiding wind with hollow eyes.

“Minte.”

At my call, Minte finally came to her senses. She struggled forward and looked at Samuel with a face twisted in anguish. It seemed like all her displaced emotions had been converted into anger directed at the Betrayer.

However, she didn’t rush at him like Bak had. Though she clenched her fists tightly, she didn’t swing them.

Instead, Minte crouched down and gently swept the dirt floor where Bak had been with her hand.

It was a touch filled with deep emotion. Considering how stingy she usually was with Bak, her current reaction was surprising to anyone.

‘Bak would have been so happy to see this.’

Since Bak was always getting scolded, he would have been overjoyed to know that Minte was expressing such affection for him.

Was giving him rest first really the wrong choice after all?

‘Should I have given them time to talk, even just a little?’

Just as I was thinking that, Minte calmly stood up. When she raised her head, her face was surprisingly composed.

She had completely gathered all her emotions in an instant.

“Captain.”

Minte bowed respectfully toward me.

It was a formal greeting, the kind you’d see when dressed in ceremonial attire.

“I greet you. I am the fourth Knight of the Round Table, your adjutant who has coolly coordinated situations under any circumstances.”

Her emotionless voice was frighteningly monotone.

“I have waited a long time for the rest that would be granted to me. Now I request my rest from you.”

It was a clean and simple request. Unlike the other knights who had requested rest before, there wasn’t a trace of lingering attachment visible.

“You’re requesting rest.”

“Yes. I wish to correct my life that has gone off course and obtain a proper life.”

In her unwavering answer, there was a word that caught my attention.

“Life?”

“I don’t think this is our end.”

When I muttered in a puzzled voice, Minte raised her eyes slightly to look directly at me.

A faint emotion settled in her gaze, which had felt artificially indifferent.

“Because that fool would never give up on me.”

Minte’s wish, filled with determination as firm as Bak’s, was conveyed to me.

“I believe I will see you again soon, Captain.”

Like Bak, it was a frighteningly firm resolve. I neither affirmed nor denied her words. I simply clenched and unclenched my fist for no reason, staring down at my hand blankly for a moment.

Then I quietly extended my hand. Minte respectfully kissed the back of my hand.

Until the moment she disappeared after obtaining rest, she stood before me with perfect composure.

The rest that Bak and Minte obtained was life.

—————
This chapter was translated by Lunox Team. To support us and help keep this series going, visit our website: LunoxScans.com
—————