Don’t Look for the Resurrected Villainess - Chapter 248

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Chapter 248

Samuel took another long pause. And the answer he finally managed to spit out wasn’t particularly impressive.

“As I mentioned, the situation now is different from the past.”

Of course, unlike in the past, Samuel was no longer a Knight of the Round Table. He was just human now.

But if I, as a human, could take Diearis’s place, then couldn’t Samuel also find sufficient rest in his current body?

Or would it be fine to leave behind enough power for Samuel’s portion?

“You’re saying that wouldn’t be a problem either?”

When I asked with a suspicious voice, Samuel slowly nodded his head.

“…Yes.”

I frowned at Samuel’s unsatisfying answer.

No matter how I looked at it, I couldn’t bring myself to trust him. He was someone who had already betrayed us once, and I still didn’t understand what kind of repentance he was supposedly making.

Even after regaining his memories, Samuel had never asked the knights for forgiveness. Rather, both then and now, he just kept his head stubbornly raised.

Just how great a duty was guiding me to the end that he acted so arrogant about it?

“Sir, if you’re planning to pull the same stunt as before, I’ll stake everything I have to not let you get away with it.”

“I won’t do that.”

This time a fairly quick and firm answer came back. At least that straightforward gaze seemed sincere.

Holding onto my uneasy feelings as I glared at Samuel, I asked one final question.

“The final power will be executed properly, right?”

“Yes.”

Then that was enough. Frustrated that further conversation wouldn’t yield any answers anyway, I waved my hand dismissively.

“If there are no problems, then fine.”

I wanted to end this arduous journey as soon as possible. Now I too, like the Dura’han, was longing for my own rest.

“I’ll execute the final power, so lead the way.”

At the end of this, I hoped there would be the rest I desired.

* * *

“They say the fight over Roam’s assets is fierce.”

“It would be.”

“It’s a heretical family. Shouldn’t all their assets be confiscated to fill the national treasury?”

At his aide’s somewhat disgruntled words, Heinrih let out a shallow smile.

“As if Roam’s assets were only material wealth.”

Wealth could be lost and gathered again, after all.

What mattered were the connections and status that Roam had built up over time. Though the name ‘Roam’ had been dragged through the mud, the position they had long ruled would remain as it was.

“Let them fight a bit more.”

In fact, Heinrih had already put forward several collateral relatives as new Roam candidates. Of course, he wouldn’t actually give them the name ‘Roam’…

If he elevated them too easily, they’d become arrogant, so he planned to leave them be until they were desperate enough to bow down.

Besides, Heinrih had more important matters to attend to.

“More importantly, has His Majesty still not made a decision?”

The Emperor, who absolutely refused to sign the document deposing Maxel, was quite troublesome for him.

Did the Emperor really not understand that this was the last consideration for Maxel?

“At this rate, I’ll have no choice but to drive out my mad brother.”

He had tried to go through quiet procedures for the deposition, at least to preserve what little dignity the Imperial family had left.

Heinrih clicked his tongue and signed several documents.

“Now, tell the Imperial Physician to submit the final diagnosis.”

If he had to prove before all the nobles that the Crown Prince’s mind was unsound, then so be it.

Heinrih pressed his temples irritably and changed the subject.

“How is the Roam family doing?”

The fall of Roam, whose influence had been strong for generations, was the hottest topic among the capital’s residents these days.

Even without deliberately spreading rumors, their misery spread from mouth to mouth, and thanks to that, the name Roam had become something shameful enough for even ordinary children to know.

Of course, in Heinrih’s case, he wasn’t receiving reports on Roam’s downfall for entertainment.

He was organizing stories to tell Anelli, preparing for her contact that could come at any time.

“The Duchess of Roam has had her spirit somewhat broken. And the Duke of Roam… still insists he must meet the Reviver.”

“Tsk, what about that family’s eldest?”

“She still can’t get up from her sickbed. It seems all her organs were severely damaged from heavy exposure to poison. Since she doesn’t have a strong will to recover, we expect she won’t last long.”

More precisely, he’d heard that after both the Duke and Duchess were taken to prison, she was being neglected with no one to properly care for her.

The man who was once her husband was busy jumping into the fight over Roam’s assets.

“What about the third child?”

“Someone seems to have told him news of Roam. He caused a disturbance saying he would escape the monastery. After being diagnosed with worsened unstable mental condition, he was moved to a more restrictive monastery.”

Heinrih rubbed his chin and nodded.

Seiri Roam, was it? A boy who always clung to the Duchess’s skirts, giving the impression of being quite weak.

When he heard that the Duke of Roam had sent his son to a monastery for recuperation, he’d wondered if it was a scheme to spirit him away and had people watch him.

But when he actually received surveillance reports on Seiri, it seemed the talk of his unsound mind was true.

Even in the peaceful monastery, Seiri didn’t get along with anyone and spent his time abusing weak animals.

He’d been wondering whether to keep him confined in the monastery if his condition was really that bad, when the boy caused trouble on his own. It might actually be for the best.

Heinrih gave orders to maintain surveillance and brought up another name.

“Lilia Roam.”

Lilia Roam had been sentenced more severely than the other Roam family members. The verdict was that she had directly caused harm while at the Crown Prince’s side.

Of course, Lilia had consistently denied her charges, but there were plenty of witnesses within the palace who had seen her clinging to the Crown Prince’s side and whispering to him.

If this incident hadn’t happened, those whispers would have remained sweet words between lovers.

“She’s the same.”

Being the same meant she was still talking nonsense. What Lilia said after being imprisoned was generally similar.

That she needed to regain her prophetic abilities, that Anelli had framed her, and that the Creator had not yet abandoned her.

“Lately she keeps demanding sleeping pills.”

“Is she trying to avoid public execution somehow? Make sure to keep the guards well disciplined.”

“Yes.”

The aide continued with several more reports after that. Since the only people capable of handling affairs in the Imperial Palace were himself and the Empress, Heinrih had to endure being pestered by his aide for quite a while.

Before he knew it, the sun was setting and the sky was beginning to turn red.

Heinrih, whose eyes had grown stiff from looking at documents for so long, rubbed them and rose from his chair.

Then he moved his stiff body this way and that as he moved to the window, and gazed at the distant sky while muttering.

“Another day passes like this.”

The communication magic device he habitually fiddled with remained silent.

“What on earth is she doing in the Beladia Mountain Range?”

Though they weren’t close enough to pry into each other’s every detail, he should at least be allowed to worry.

Heinrih sighed while gripping the communication magic device tightly.

It seemed no contact would come from Anelli today either.

* * *

“Please give me some sleeping pills, won’t you?”

Though she cried out desperately, no answer came back. Lilia, who had somehow managed to squeeze her face between the bars, retreated without gain once again.

She had long since grown accustomed to the stuffy air and foul smells of the prison. The itchiness all over her body from not being able to wash, and the red welts from insect bites had become bearable too.

Even the moldy bread and soup of unknown contents were acceptable.

There was only one thing she couldn’t endure.

“I need to sleep, I need to sleep…”

Having slept all day, she couldn’t fall asleep even when she wanted to.

Day by day, pages were being torn away, and now only a few remained. Lilia wanted to protect at least those somehow.

Even during these waking hours, thinking that someone was arbitrarily damaging her book made her feel terribly awful beyond endurance.

“Ah, my prophecy…”

Lilia curled up and lay down on the prison floor.

Everything had become a complete mess. Now nothing was the story she knew anymore.

Roam had fallen thoroughly, the Crown Prince was confined, and she was trapped in this prison, going mad day by day.

“Anelli Roam.”

What on earth had she done? Why had things turned out this way? No matter how much she thought about it, Lilia couldn’t understand.

She had simply acted as her foresight guided her. How could Anelli have intervened?

As if peering into her very mind, like that….

“Huu, this can’t be happening….”

Swallowing back her tears and curling up into a ball, Lilia muttered to herself. A loud metallic sound reached her ears.

Clank.

It was the sound of the outer door opening.

Lilia lifted her head with a hopeful expression. Heavy footsteps accompanied several guards as they came into view.

Behind them, a neatly dressed attendant was following.

“H-has my false accusation been cleared?”

At the sight of Lilia suddenly rising and clinging to the bars, the attendant flinched in surprise and stopped.

Looking over Lilia with a disgusted expression, he pulled out a sheet of paper from his coat. Clearing his throat with a cough, he began to speak in a grave voice.

“Lilia Roam, your execution date has been set.”

Upon hearing the first words, Lilia’s face turned deathly pale. Her expression instantly transformed into a fierce glare as she reached through the bars, flailing wildly.

“That’s ridiculous! Why me! How could this be!”

“Aaah!”

“Quickly, grab her!”

While the guards seized Lilia’s arms to restrain her, the attendant stepped back with a terrified expression.

Then he began quickly reading the contents he needed to deliver. When, where, and how she would die.

Lilia roared. Even if it made her look more like a madwoman, she couldn’t help it.

Her voice crying out her innocence reached no one’s ears, only to crash against the cold prison walls and fade away.

Ironically, the place where Lilia would stand was the guillotine.

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