Don’t Look for the Resurrected Villainess - Chapter 247

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Chapter 247

At that moment, Anelli made a bewildered expression as if she had heard something completely unexpected.

Mori, who had been carefully observing her complexion, hesitantly continued speaking.

“Before, Captain told me to do whatever I wanted, whatever I wanted to do.”

“What I asked about was the rest you want to obtain.”

“Ah, rest means peace, after all.”

So what Mori was talking about now was also about rest.

The form of rest that Mori desired.

“The power of death is a force that liberates all things and leads them to comfortable rest.”

Mori, who had been rambling, quietly raised his eyes to look at Anelli.

“I, I like living as a successor, it’s comfortable…”

He wanted to become the successor of the Captain before him, Anelli, not the Captain of the past. Because Mori had many things he wanted to learn from Anelli.

He didn’t think that Anelli couldn’t give him the form of rest he desired.

She was Death’s Agent, and Mori, as the agent’s successor, had been closer to that power than anyone else.

Anelli would surely give Mori the rest he desired. So Mori just needed to request the rest he wanted.

“Wherever Captain may be, could I stay behind you as your successor?”

The longer Anelli’s silence continued, the more restless Mori became.

Had he said something wrong? But surely the Captain had told him.

Not to worry about duty or anything and just do what he wanted…

Ah, duty.

Was that the problem? Mori realized belatedly.

The fact that after everything was over, Anelli might not need a successor.

So he hastily added an explanation.

“If, if not a successor, a disciple would be good too!”

Anelli’s expression became even stranger. Her twisted lips were pressed together in a mysterious line, neither smiling nor crying.

Come to think of it, given Anelli’s personality, she didn’t seem like she would take on disciples. Should he have approached it differently from the start? Maybe if he had said he wanted to become a servant…

But Mori wasn’t confident he could serve Anelli better than that red-haired mage who was traveling with them.

That mage could even do magic while his main job was cooking, so wasn’t he useful? However, Mori had no great talent for magic or swordsmanship.

Mori’s shoulders drooped more and more dejectedly.

Meanwhile, Anelli, who had been speechless and just moving her lips blankly, soon let out a deflated laugh.

“Mori, come here.”

“Yes, yes!”

He approached Anelli with a stiff body. Anelli still had a strange expression as she quietly looked into Mori’s face as he drew closer.

“I almost missed seeing it.”

“Pardon?”

“Your face.”

Mori looked at Anelli with a puzzled expression. As he angled his head diagonally to meet her gaze, his curly hair that barely covered his vision poked at his eyes.

Anelli gently brushed up Mori’s bangs. Anelli’s smiling face came into Mori’s much clearer vision.

“You asked me before if your face was unpleasant to look at.”

“Ah…”

He seemed to have said something like that. So it was probably not long after he first met Anelli?

“Actually, at first I considered releasing you.”

“Re, releasing me?”

When Mori’s eyes widened, Anelli smiled with her eyes as if amused.

“Yes. If I had known you were this young and cute, I would have treated you more generously.”

“Uh, um…”

“The rest you desire will be fulfilled, Mori.”

A green light flowed from the hand that was stroking Mori’s fluffy hair. It warmly enveloped Mori’s entire body.

It was a very familiar warmth. Mori unconsciously entrusted all his senses to the warm touch stroking his head.

The day he fell and was dying, the faint warmth that had embraced him.

This was exactly the same as that warmth.

‘I see.’

Even then, a fragment of power left by the Captain had embraced him as a final mercy.

It was the same now.

“The day we meet again…”

Won’t take long.

The last words were swallowed by the green light and couldn’t come out as sound.

But Anelli’s answer would probably be affirmative, Mori vaguely guessed.

Because her face, which he saw last, was so gentle.

* * *

Along with the feeling of enormous power draining from my body, severe dizziness struck my head.

Someone caught my swaying body. They seemed to be shouting something, but I couldn’t understand properly due to the ringing in my ears.

“Ugh…”

Something heavy seemed to press down on my chest, making me short of breath and suffocated. I bent my upper body forward and opened my mouth wide to breathe in air.

It felt like someone had forcibly blocked my breathing. How hard did I breathe trying to somehow return my breathing to normal?

“Lady Anelli, Lady Anelli!”

My spinning vision returned to normal, and the ringing disappeared.

I finally straightened my body while gasping and clutching the front of my clothes.

“This is…”

I felt a slight tremor in the hand that had exercised the power. I was staring down at it blankly when I felt a strong force on my arm.

It was Jeon, who had been supporting me the whole time. Since I was unconsciously trying to refuse his support, he had applied force to not let go.

“Let’s rest a bit.”

“…No, I’m fine now.”

“But!”

“Really.”

Even the slight tremor in my hand gradually subsided. I clenched my fist tightly and looked up at Samuel.

He was right next to me, and I thought he had probably approached to support me the moment I collapsed.

After barely calming Jeon, who was restlessly insisting we should rest, I questioned Samuel.

“You know, don’t you?”

“What do you mean?”

“Why I keep collapsing like a straw doll.”

This strange phenomenon had started while I was giving rest to the Dura’han. So Samuel, who was once a Knight of the Round Table, would be connected to it.

As I expected, instead of saying he didn’t know, Samuel remained silent with a somewhat pale complexion.

He stood there blankly as if hesitating to speak, then slowly parted his lips just as I was about to urge him.

“It’s because the given power has been almost completely consumed.”

“Almost completely consumed?”

“Yes.”

Samuel, who had slightly lowered his gaze, continued in a dark voice.

“The power of death is not infinite, and you probably only had enough strength from the beginning to complete the final power.”

“In that process, the power to bestow upon the Dura’han was also included, right?”

“Yes, that’s correct. The Knights of the Round Table were originally those who should have obtained rest long ago.”

“Originally there were twelve Knights of the Round Table, and I gave rest to ten knights.”

Samuel hesitated at my point. I carefully observed his expression.

“Unlike the past, two are missing. Then isn’t this task ultimately incomplete?”

Samuel had no answer.

Could it be that he was planning to interfere with the realization of the final power again this time? At this final moment?

When such suspicion arose, my brow naturally furrowed. But before I could press him, he provided an answer first.

“…You’re right. And the power for one person’s share of the two has already been realized.”

“Already realized?”

I had squandered power on plant-type monsters throughout my journey to Beladia Castle, but…

I was looking back at the past with a bitter expression when Samuel let out a quiet sigh and spoke.

“Your resurrection.”

“…What?”

“Your resurrection after your head was severed at the guillotine. That is the goddess’s mercy and the power of death.”

I unconsciously raised my hand to feel my neck.

The scar from where it had been cut and reattached still remained on my nape. A trace of my past that I hadn’t been aware of while being tormented by various matters for some time.

“After the failure of the final power, how many lives do you think you’ve lived?”

Well… I probably lived many. That era the Dura’han all spoke of in unison was, in reality, the primordial world.

Isn’t the current world the result of an incomplete success after struggling to gain independence from the Creator?

Even considering Diearis, the first Emperor of the Empire, as a reference point, it was a distant past.

“Do you know why the power of death activated only now among your repeated reincarnations?”

“Because of Lilia.”

Lilia. The woman who drove me to my death. As it turned out, she was an Agent of Birth, a puppet following the thread of fate recited by her god.

At the monastery, I heard a woman’s voice. It was probably the goddess, and she certainly told me that time, which had stopped due to the ‘thread of fate,’ would flow again.

“Because the Puppets of Birth appeared. Death can only exist when there is birth. The two powers must interlock to complete one whole life.”

Samuel’s words seemed clear yet ambiguous.

“In the past, you destroyed the statue at Febrin Monastery to liberate the knights and obtain the power of birth. The thread ball was a medium that concentrated the power of birth, so it was an appropriate choice.”

“But I didn’t destroy the thread ball this time.”

Dasha said that Lilia was the thread ball of birth. Then surely I don’t have to wait until Lilia dies?

Anyway, Lilia would have been captured for treason and would receive her execution date in a few days.

Then do I have to wait in this Beladia Castle until Lilia’s execution is carried out?

Will the power of birth come to me even if I don’t kill her directly?

My head became complicated with this suddenly learned fact. If there was such important information, shouldn’t you have told me long ago?

Samuel must have been full of intentions to obstruct me.

“You don’t need to worry about that. The situation now is different from the past.”

Can I really trust Samuel’s words?

Once suspicion arose, it didn’t easily subside. However, even if I distrusted him, there was nothing I could do about it now.

I was already at Beladia Castle and had given rest to ten knights.

“So you’re saying there won’t be problems because of that power consumed on me?”

“Yes. You have taken Sir Diearis’s place.”

That was fortunate.

By now my dizzy head had completely recovered, so I broke free from Jeon’s support and stood upright.

As my mind became clear, the questions I needed to ask flowed out properly.

“Then what about your share?”

Samuel closed his mouth again.

“Your share of rest, Samuel Bent?”

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