Don’t Look for the Resurrected Villainess - Chapter 239

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Chapter 239

Right after using my power for Bak and Minte, my head throbbed.

It was such a severe headache that I couldn’t move any further. Jeon strongly insisted that I needed to rest.

He said it was a side effect from using too much power in a short time. The other Dura’han agreed with Jeon’s words.

Only four Dura’han remained by my side.

I wondered what was the point of resting a bit more in this narrow Inner Sanctum where we didn’t know when or where we’d regain our heads, but I obediently accepted their recommendation. Not just because of the headache, but because I was mentally exhausted as well.

“It seems to be a duty room that the guards used.”

Below the Watchtower was a simple single room that could accommodate three or four people for rest.

As Jeon said, it seemed like a place mainly used by the guards on duty.

Inside the Lodging was a wooden bed. A musty blanket was spread on top of it, reeking of mold.

“…”

When I lifted it slightly, hidden insects scurried away.

Seeing this, Jeon grimaced and cast magic.

I didn’t know what kind of magic it was, but something like fluffy jelly appeared over the bed.

What covered the bed had a quite soft texture that was no less comfortable than luxury bedding.

“I can maintain it long enough for you to rest, so please lie down.”

Jeon forcibly made me lie on the bed. Then he picked up a wooden chair that was lying around and positioned it beside the bed.

“I’m not a patient.”

“Yes, I know.”

Jeon, who had taken out some of the bedding we usually used when camping, covered my body with it while nodding perfunctorily.

I felt a bit sulky at his attitude of not even listening to my words, but it was true that lying down was comfortable.

As I lay quietly, Mori and Jigol, who had been watching carefully, slowly settled at the corner of the bed.

[We’ll guard the captain, so rest comfortably!]

[D-don’t worry and sleep.]

A sparrow the size of a fist and a snake similar in size to an earthworm boldly declared they would guard me. I chuckled at how amusing it was, and Jeon gently patted the back of my hand.

It seemed like his attempt to put me to sleep. When I closed my eyes, I could clearly feel the sensation of him regularly tapping the back of my hand.

Focusing on that warmth, my body gradually became drowsy. My consciousness slowly fell into slumber.

Sleep was excellent rest.

* * *

Nadab, Jigol, and Mori watched over the sleeping Anelli.

Soana was also considering whether she should rest for a while. Watching her comrades find peace was more difficult than expected, and she too was considerably mentally exhausted.

However, the moment she saw Samuel moving alone, Soana had no choice but to follow him.

‘Betrayer.’

Samuel was clearly a Betrayer. Even if she couldn’t remember, the comrades who had regained their memories unanimously pointed to him.

Anelli said that Samuel was chosen as the one to guide her. With just those words, the other Dura’han tolerated Samuel’s existence.

However, Soana couldn’t look at him with a clear mind.

And for good reason – wasn’t he a Betrayer? The first Knight who had turned all their past efforts into a handful of ashes.

So Soana followed Samuel.

Samuel looked around the Inner Sanctum with slow steps. As if he knew the entire internal geography of this place, there was no hesitation in his stride.

Occasionally, he would suddenly stop and stare blankly into space. He seemed to be reminiscing about the past.

Following him around, Soana too became immersed in incomplete memories of the past.

‘The Training Ground where Tristan and Jigol used to spar…’

The Training Ground that was once filled with wooden practice swords,

‘That place is the Cloister connected to the Restaurant. Bak always seemed to be first in line there.’

The open Cloister leading to the Buildings.

‘All the plants Mori grew are dead.’

Even the Rear Garden that was now just desolately cracked, where the carefully tended plants had disappeared.

While making a full circle around the Inner Sanctum centered on the Main Tower, Soana recalled traces of their past everywhere.

She even temporarily forgot her original intention of monitoring Samuel. As Soana continued this companionship that wasn’t quite companionship with Samuel, she finally reached a certain building.

It was a small building located in a corner of the rear garden, some distance from the Main Tower. A building you couldn’t find unless you deliberately knew to look for it.

Soana recognized what kind of place it was at a glance.

‘Chapel.’

That place was a Chapel. A Chapel that didn’t worship the Creator.

It was precisely the Location where Soana mainly stayed.

Creak.

Samuel, who had been just looking around the exterior and moving on, pushed open the Main Gate of the Chapel. Along with the sound of rusted hinges, dusty particles fell from above the door.

In front of the open door of the Chapel, Soana hesitated for a moment.

She instinctively felt that her end might be inside there. But at the same time, she thought it might not be. Because…

‘I died last.’

There were other Knights who died trying to protect the captain inside the Main Tower.

As Soana remembered all their deaths, she expected that the possibility of her meeting her end in the Chapel isolated outside wouldn’t be high.

Or perhaps she hoped it wouldn’t be so.

Compared to other Knights, her loyalty to the captain was on the lower side, but she was still a Knight of the Round Table.

If possible, she hoped her end would be by the captain’s side.

Beyond the open door, shadows were thick and it was hard to see clearly. Soana, who had been staring intently beyond it, carefully flapped her wings inward.

What she saw immediately upon entering were scattered chairs and floor materials broken here and there.

If it had been an ordinary Chapel, there would have been a statue of the Creator at the end of the path in front. However, there was nothing there.

Instead, large Stained Glass was positioned on the front wall. What the geometric lines and various colors dimly depicted was a single Women.

‘Goddess?’

Soana tilted her head.

And for good reason – despite the long passage of time, the Stained Glass maintained its intact form.

“Have you given up on secretly following?”

Samuel, who was kneeling in the center, glanced back. I thought I had entered smoothly, but he seemed to have sensed my presence.

However, Samuel only called to Soana and didn’t continue speaking further.

Soana, who had settled on the floor, looked at Samuel for a moment then turned her attention to the surroundings.

Whether unfortunate or fortunate, except for the damaged chairs, everything was generally in good condition.

‘Ah, that spot is where Nadab usually sat.’

Although Soana generally faced situations with detachment and composure, encountering these familiar memories one after another made it impossible to hide her inner joy.

She ignored Samuel and wandered around various parts of the Chapel.

“Knight Soana.”

A low call cut through the Chapel’s silence. Soana, who had been following traces of the past with affectionate eyes, turned her gaze to Samuel.

Behind him as he stood up, the massive Stained Glass was visible.

She had found memories of the past in various parts of the Chapel interior, but nothing came to mind from that alone.

“Has that person awakened?”

Soana was currently in the form of an eagle. Even if she answered like that, there was no way Samuel could understand Soana’s response.

Yet Samuel was demanding an answer from Soana.

Soana looked at Samuel with a cold gaze, then ignored him and approached the Stained Glass.

It looked even more massive up close.

“Do you want to go berserk?”

Samuel asked again. Soana glanced at Samuel with some irritation.

He continued his words as if completely unaware of Soana’s displeased attitude.

“Even if you regain your head now, you won’t be able to enter rest immediately.”

At those words, Soana’s gaze wavered slightly.

“Well, your patience was quite excellent. You’ll last longer than the other Knights.”

Samuel mentioned Soana’s end quite calmly. Even without memories, his composure was enough to make her feel disgusted.

However, instead of getting angry at him, Soana turned her gaze to the Stained Glass.

‘Regain my head?’

Here?

Having this fact she had been keeping in mind confirmed by that Betrayer’s mouth made her feel quite uncomfortable.

‘Did I die in this place?’

The stained glass was within reach. Soana stood still without flapping her wings and stared at it.

‘Why this place?’

She had been a priest who served Birth, but by betraying Birth, her body became defiled and corrupted.

Her circumstances were different from the other knights who had simply been saved. Being a priest meant she had been very close to Birth.

The price of betrayal that came back to her was equally great.

She lost all the power she had possessed as a priest. Death gave her freedom, but did not grant her power.

This meant that just because Soana betrayed Birth didn’t mean she could become a priest serving Death.

「The chapel is meaningless to me.」

「But it’s also the space most familiar to you, Soana.」

It was the Captain who had built this small chapel building in a corner of the backyard.

「You need a space to rest comfortably too.」

「A chapel is a place for serving God. It’s a building that exists for worshipping God and praying to God. Do you want me to serve Death in this place?」

What had the Captain answered to Soana’s question back then?

「I won’t erect any statues or anything like that here. Soana, the one you should serve is…」

Perhaps back then, the Captain had said.

「Yourself. Your prayers will be directed wherever you want them to go, solely by your own faith.」

Yes, that’s what he had said. While wearing such a gentle smile.

“Ha…”

Soana finally recognized the stained glass. That geometrically shaped person was not a goddess.

That was Soana, herself.

Something the Captain had personally instructed to be carved.

“In this place…”

The moment she recognized the figure in the stained glass, she inevitably recovered all her memories of her final moments.

The reason Soana had died last in the first place was because all the knights believed in her.

They believed that she would stay by the Captain’s side until the very end.

However, Soana betrayed their trust. The place she chose to die was not by the Captain’s side, but this small chapel.

Here, just before her death, she had prayed in remembrance of her other comrades who had died before her.

“I…”

She had earnestly prayed that her broken comrades’ wishes would not be extinguished like candles, and that they would be given another chance.

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