Don’t Look for the Resurrected Villainess - Chapter 244

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Chapter 244

Nadab was not particularly eloquent.

He had never really thought it was inconvenient, but in this moment, Nadab felt frustrated by his poor speaking skills for the first time.

If it had been Tristan or Soana instead, they could have explained these feelings more eloquently.

What he was worried about, and what he was happy about.

Nadab, who had been moving his lips, let out a low sigh. Then he carefully stroked the back of Jigol’s head as he sobbed.

“Jigol, don’t cry. Do you plan to greet the Captain looking so unsightly?”

At those words, Jigol bit his lips tightly.

Jigol couldn’t have been unaware that forcing it wouldn’t solve anything. Jigol, who had been pouting his lips and somehow trying to hold back his tears, opened his mouth with a somewhat calmer voice.

“I don’t want to die either. This time, I want to stay by the Captain’s side until the very end.”

Naturally, they did not wish for death through rest.

No, honestly, Jigol aside, Nadab had never thought deeply about the specific meaning of rest.

Because he had always thought that when they reached rest, Anelli would take care of deciding the appropriate ending for them.

But now that it had come to this, he understood. Rest wasn’t something Anelli decided on her own.

It was about asking Anelli for what they desired.

“The Captain hasn’t seen yet how well I fight at the front lines.”

“That’s right, she hasn’t seen it yet.”

“So I need to stay by the Captain’s side.”

The Knights of the Round Table had followed her will from the closest place to the Captain and maintained their loyalty for a long time, so they rightfully had the qualification to demand compensation.

Though the realization was late, it was fortunate that he understood it now. Nadab glanced at Jigol, who had regained his composure considerably.

Jigol was a quick learner. His skills were good enough for Nadab to keep him close and teach him directly.

“The rest that the Captain gives me won’t be death. Because I don’t wish for that.”

At Jigol’s words, Anelli’s gaze wavered greatly. She still had a tired face.

However, her divine power was gradually shining more brilliantly.

Sensing that the time had come, Nadab turned his eyes. He saw Mori poking his head out from the pouch at Anelli’s waist.

“Mori.”

[Brother…]

Somehow, Mori had ended up being responsible for the last one.

As an older brother, it would be a lie to say he wasn’t worried about his soft-hearted younger brother, but Nadab deliberately put on a stern expression.

“Be resolute.”

Mori was his younger brother, but he was also a Knight of the Round Table.

“You are the Captain’s knight.”

There was no answer from Mori. However, Nadab thought that Mori would have understood his words well.

Mori always seemed to be scared and withdrawn, but he was simply thoughtful and acted more cautiously than others.

Finally, Nadab’s gaze reached Samuel.

「You will regret it.」

The conversation from that day came to mind. The rough and spiteful words he had spat at the blood-covered Samuel.

At the time, his sense of betrayal was as great as the trust he had placed in him. Samuel had been Nadab’s closest friend. There was once a time when Nadab thought he wanted to resemble him even a little.

He had worried dozens of times a day about whether it was right for him, not Samuel, to serve as commander.

Nevertheless, the reason Nadab became commander was because he had concluded that the strongest, Samuel, should become the Captain’s exclusive guard.

「No, I won’t regret it.」

Samuel had answered like that to Nadab, who was shedding tears of blood. Nadab saw Jigol, pierced by a sword, fall in front of Samuel as he said those words.

At that time, Nadab seemed to have prayed earnestly. That fitting retribution would fall upon that betrayer, that his rest would be eternally denied.

“You still wouldn’t regret it.”

At Nadab’s words, Samuel’s eyes looked directly at him. Gazing intently at his face, which showed almost no emotion, Nadab smiled faintly.

“But you’re envious.”

Confirming the slight furrow in his brow, Nadab felt somewhat relieved.

His prayer had been fulfilled. The betrayer had lost everything he desired, so he would also lose the rest he had desperately sought.

“Having lost everything while trying to monopolize it all, it’s a natural emotion.”

“…Sir Nadab.”

“I’m not curious about how you obtained the Goddess’s mercy. Whatever you do at this end, we won’t be grateful.”

Samuel, who had been moving his lips, soon fell into quiet silence.

Toward his former comrade, the betrayer who had once received everyone’s trust, Nadab spoke his final words.

“The first sword of the Round Table is broken, so let’s never see each other again.”

By cutting off even his resentment, he completely severed ties with his old comrade.

* * *

The two knights who had regained their heads drew their swords and brought them to their chests.

It was a reverent oath salute. The most reverent courtesy that a Knight of the Round Table offered to their Captain.

Samuel couldn’t bear to watch their salute to the end and turned his gaze away.

That was something he too had done hundreds of times once. When he lifted his sword and brought it close to his chest with the blade pointing downward, the beating of his heart was transmitted to the sword, making it feel as if the sword was humming.

He had been proud of that. The beating of his heart that made the sword resonate, and the Captain’s smile as she seemed to understand it all.

“Jigol, Nadab.”

Anelli, who had been standing still, strode toward the two men. As she greedily embraced them both with her arms as they stood at attention, there was a favoritism that couldn’t be seen in the old days.

The very favoritism that Samuel had once so desperately craved.

“I’ll give you the rest you desire.”

Samuel recalled the first time he met Anelli. When she was resurrected, she distrusted everything in the world and wouldn’t give her heart to anything.

It was completely different from the past. The noble Avatar of the Goddess who said she had to save everything was nowhere to be found.

Though she was doing the same things as in the past, Anelli now was not moving with the philanthropic heart of wanting to save all things.

Samuel, who had watched her journey from the beginning, could understand this all too well.

‘Favoritism.’

She only cared for the few she loved. She probably wouldn’t even care what happened to everything else.

It was exactly the way Samuel had once wanted her to be.

By betraying her, he had created the version of her he had desired, but at the same time, he could never progress to the relationship he wanted.

「Having lost everything while trying to monopolize it all, it’s a natural emotion.」

It was just as Nadab had mocked. He had lost everything while trying to monopolize it all.

“We’ll meet again.”

Samuel glanced up. The expressions of Jigol and Nadab, embraced by Anelli, looked peaceful and also happy.

The faces of knights who obtained rest all looked like that. Probably the remaining knight would also reach rest with such a happy face.

At the end of this journey, there would be only one person who couldn’t smile, and Samuel knew all too well who that was.

‘But…’

Nevertheless, if he could go back to the past again, he would do the same thing again.

He would have done anything to finally obtain a Captain who would love only him.

Confirming that the green light was becoming increasingly dazzling, Samuel turned around. It would be better for them if he didn’t watch.

* * *

‘This moment feels somehow familiar…’

That was the thought that came to me as soon as I regained consciousness. While my head was throbbing, I wondered what on earth this situation was and searched through my mind, but nothing particularly came to mind.

To be precise, I had no memory of what happened after I gave rest to both Nadab and Jigol simultaneously.

‘Don’t tell me again…?’

After my resurrection, my body had become very sturdy. Sturdy enough to recover overnight even after falling off a horse.

But to keep collapsing like this just because I used my divine power.

‘No wait, this body was originally resurrected for that purpose.’

Maybe it’s because its usefulness is running out.

Thinking that way made me feel a bit chilled. It felt exactly like someone had brought me back to life to use me.

No, these thoughts wouldn’t be helpful at this point. I slowly sat up.

Seeing that it was daylight, it didn’t seem like I had been collapsed for very long.

The place where I was lying was the hall where I had sent off Jigol and Nadab, and beside me were hastily spread camping bedding that looked like they had been laid out in a hurry.

Even looking around roughly, I couldn’t see Jeon or Samuel.

[C-Captain!]

I, who had been about to sit up carelessly, turned my eyes toward the voice. I hadn’t noticed right after waking up, but it seemed Mori had been watching over my bedside.

“Where did everyone go?”

[The Betrayer went to check the upper floor, and the Mage went to get drinking water.]

“Drinking water?”

Since the situation had been constantly changing, Jeon always kept sufficient food supplies stocked. The same went for drinking water.

Water created by magic wasn’t suitable for consumption, so he always made sure to bring drinking water along with food supplies every time…

After glancing toward the stairs where Samuel had gone up, I decided to go look for Jeon first. Samuel would come back on his own anyway.

“Wait here for a moment, Mori.”

[Yes? Yes!]

I left the hall and retraced the path we had taken. Perhaps because it was a route we’d already traveled, it didn’t take long to get back outside.

Jeon was in front of the Main Tower entrance. More precisely, he was crouched down beside the entrance, lost in thought, so absorbed in whatever he was thinking about that he didn’t even notice I had come out.

Only when I tapped his shoulder did he startle and stand up in surprise.

“You’re up early?”

“Did I collapse again?”

“Yes. You collapsed as soon as those two Dura’han disappeared.”

Jeon answered in a dejected voice and placed the back of his hand against my forehead.

“You had a fever earlier too. Are you sure it’s okay to be up already? You should lie down a bit longer.”

“It’s fine.”

“You said there isn’t much left now. There’s no reason to rush, is there?”

“I want to finish this quickly.”

Jeon hesitated at my words. He moved his lips as if to speak, but ultimately couldn’t find the words and quietly looked away.

“I’ll be right in. Please go ahead.”

Instead of responding to those words, I quietly stared at him, and Jeon gave an awkward smile.

“It’ll just be a moment.”

“Are you afraid of dying?”

The smile that had been awkwardly forming faded away dimly. Jeon blinked and remained silent before looking back at me again.

“Yes.”

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