Don’t Look for the Resurrected Villainess - Chapter 251

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Chapter 251

At the unexpected words, I stood speechless, and in my eyes I could see the sky turning red.

The color of the sky was becoming similar to that time in my memories. If there was a difference, it would be the positions of Samuel and myself.

“It’s dangerous.”

Jeon tried to dissuade me, but instead I comforted him and approached Samuel.

Samuel was still holding out the sword hilt toward me. After hesitating briefly, I took it and gripped it carefully.

I thought it would surely be heavy, but somehow there was no strain at all even when I held it with one hand.

Samuel, having handed the hilt to me, knelt down like a criminal awaiting judgment.

“If I cut you with this sword, will your divine power disappear?”

I asked while looking down at the sword with some curiosity. Samuel nodded and answered.

“It would be possible if your authority is added. The divine power wrapped around the sword will enhance the blade’s sharpness, and your authority contained within will devour my divine power.”

The Betrayer made a covenant of repentance. And he said to find rest at the end of the journey to be reached.

“I have carried this power and waited for you through every life. And now I can finally keep my covenant with the Goddess.”

At that moment, the fact that Samuel possessed divine power strong enough to be counted among the best in the Temple suddenly flashed through my mind.

If that innate divine power was actually evidence of a covenant, it wasn’t difficult to deduce what came next.

“Obtain what you desire.”

The reason Samuel had to reach this place with me without fail.

He would cooperate in the completion of the final authority, but hoped that at its end, the Captain’s rest would also be achieved.

“And after that, grant rest to myself.”

“Originally, you too would have died after the final authority was revived. For you to obtain the ‘desired form’ of rest now, the power of Birth is necessary.”

Samuel explained in a calm voice.

“And the high-purity divine power I possess originated from the authority of Birth.”

I recalled Samuel saying, after granting rest to Mori and explaining about authority, that there is death only after there is birth. That a complete life is achieved only when the two authorities mesh together.

I had told Samuel that I wanted him to live.

For me to live…

I raised the sword and aimed it at Samuel’s neck. Though I understood exactly what kind of sacrifice he was trying to make, my head only grew colder.

“Are you saying you’d even offer me your neck?”

“…If that is what you wish.”

He had tried to sacrifice himself for the Captain. By offering all his power. By giving his life if necessary.

Perhaps that could be the greatest atonement he could make. If the power of Birth was needed for my wish to live peacefully, Samuel’s choice like this would be a great blessing to me.

“Samuel Bent.”

But how strange.

I found Samuel, kneeling resolutely, not admirable at all.

“I think I’ve said this before, but the person you betrayed isn’t here. So you can’t receive forgiveness either. Don’t seek such things from me.”

At my words, Samuel’s shoulders, which had been hanging limply, stiffened.

I gazed at him like that and wore a sneer.

The Captain’s memories and emotions from standing in this place came creeping in subtly, but rather than assimilating with them, I accepted them as detached emotions, as if watching someone else’s story.

If it had been the Captain of the past, she might have been moved by Samuel’s sacrifice at this moment and shed tears.

The Captain of the past, the Captain who faced his betrayal…

The Captain who, at the last moment of throwing herself into the river, prayed to the Goddess to forgive Samuel would surely have done so.

She had regarded Samuel specially. If Samuel were to learn of this, if I were to tell him now, he would surely close his eyes feeling as if he owned the whole world.

…Just imagining it made my insides churn with indignation.

“If you wanted forgiveness, you already had several chances. While coming here, several times. When my Dura’han regained their heads, you should have begged them for forgiveness.”

Strength entered the hand gripping the hilt. The knights to whom I had personally granted rest passed through my mind one by one.

Dasha, who reached the death she desired after a long wait; Ganic, who looked after the Young Lizardman with pity until the end; Palides, who embraced me warmly; Tristan, who couldn’t even remember his own death; Bak, who stepped forward first to protect Minte, and Minte, who watched Bak’s death; Soana, who prayed for the knights in the chapel; Nadab, who greeted me with a dependable face until the end; Jigol, who showed pure loyalty; Mori, who stubbornly expressed his wish to be with me despite being cautious.

My Dura’han.

“You got the target for seeking forgiveness wrong from the start.”

For me, the encounters with the Dura’han had been nothing but bewildering and troublesome, like unexpected accidents.

How could I have known? That I would come to cherish those headless, ominous Dura’han so much.

I didn’t know, but it ended up this way. So I couldn’t help but be angry at Samuel, who didn’t apologize to my Dura’han.

Not telling him how the Captain of the past had looked at Samuel was also a choice born from anger.

“I won’t take your head.”

Muttering coldly, I channeled my authority into the sword I was holding. From the hilt of the blade that had been shining white, green energy began to coil upward.

The two powers didn’t mix like oil and water. Thanks to this, the clean blade became mottled like the skin of a patient afflicted with plague.

Confirming that the divine power, which had felt sacred enough to be white and transparent, was becoming stained, I indifferently raised the sword.

I said I wouldn’t take his head, but I didn’t say I wouldn’t draw blood.

Slash!

“Urgh!”

Following the line drawn cleanly in a straight line, red blood spurted. Samuel, who had been defenseless and suddenly attacked, let out a pained groan.

Blood flowed steadily from his arm.

Not knowing how to handle a sword, I couldn’t cut off his arm in one stroke as intended. My clumsy skill would have added unnecessary pain to Samuel.

But I wasn’t sorry.

“I was going to obtain the rest I desired from the beginning. Whatever that rest may be, it’s not something you’re giving me.”

It would have been necessary for the Captain of the past. But not for me. Because while the Captain of the past gave up, I did not give up.

No matter how much he tried to save me, it was a matter that would end if I refused. So if we were to assign credit, I should mention the Dura’han or Jeon.

Because they were the ones who awakened in me the desire to live more.

“I’m saying your contribution has nothing to do with my rest.”

Glancing at the blood pooling thickly on the floor, I gripped the sword again. Properly this time.

“But I can’t send you off unharmed, carrying my personal grudge.”

The mottled blade suddenly turned pitch black. I gritted my teeth and raised the sword high.

Authority this, war of gods that, rest this!

I would shake off these tiresome things once and for all this time. I poured all the authority within me into the sword.

I felt my vision blur dizzily, but I had no intention of stopping.

“Regret the opportunity you turned away from and spend your life in atonement.”

Following the trajectory of the sword I struck down forcefully, an intense light burst forth. My vision turned white.

《Find rest at the end of the journey to be reached.》

I will obtain rest.

Just as I desire.

* * *

As the day was ending, it became bright as midday due to the brilliantly shining divine power. The divine power emitted blinding light and swirled around the surroundings.

Within it, Samuel knelt bleeding profusely. On the floor, bright red blood had pooled thickly.

However, despite being in such a wretched state, Samuel would not die. Anelli had no intention of killing him from the start.

Then what about Anelli?

“Lady Anelli!”

Jeon, who had been unable to intervene and could only watch the situation, urgently reached out his arm.

At that moment, Anelli, who had been standing blankly looking down at Samuel collapsing while clutching his arm, raised her head and looked back at Jeon.

Her body was wrapped in green light.

Just as the knights she had sent off until now had been.

“Jeon…”

The sword that had lost its light grazed her fingertips and fell to the floor. The sword that rolled with a heavy sound looked like something corroded by long time and no longer usable.

Anelli looked down at her hand that had been gripping the sword just moments before.

She hadn’t let go of the sword.

“Lady Anelli, this is!”

Seeing Anelli’s hand that had become translucent, Jeon grabbed her arm with a face pale as a sheet.

The sensation that seemed to be caught in his hand crumbled and disappeared.

“It’s okay.”

“This is, so suddenly…!”

“It’s okay, Jeon.”

Anelli’s hand touched Jeon.

He couldn’t feel any sensation of contact. She was disappearing.

She seemed to feel it too, looking down at her own body with curious eyes. Then she soon looked at Jeon’s face with a calm, settled expression.

“It won’t take long.”

Her face looked as if she sensed something coming.

“What do you mean by that?”

“I think most people in the world are fraudsters and bad people, but I know you’re not like that. You’ve always believed in me and waited for me.”

A playful tone mixed with her calm voice. Jeon understood that her words were the same ones she had said when she first lured him in.

Right when she had handed him the appearance-changing magical tool in front of Gelben.

“Don’t carelessly grant such requests from strangers. You’ll get stabbed in the back.”

“I don’t know what kind of life you’ve lived, but the world isn’t filled with only fraudsters.”

“It’s not filled with only fraudsters, but the majority are fraudsters.”

It had been a very ordinary conversation, and back then Jeon had thought she was a cold person with no trace of humanity.

He had even felt bewildered by the words she carelessly threw out, trying to use him.

Now, reaching this point, the same words sounded different. They didn’t seem bewildering or cold.

“…I’ll believe you.”

What else could he say? Toward Anelli who was disappearing before his eyes, those were the only words he could offer her.

At those words, Anelli smiled brightly. The light surrounding her shone even more brilliantly, then slowly scattered away.

“Yeah.”

The divine power that had illuminated the surroundings and Anelli’s authority gradually faded.

Jeon stared blankly into the empty air and thought.

The green light scattering against the darkened background looked like butterflies just taking flight.

* * *

A pillar of light shot up high into the sky.

The light was so massive and intense that people witnessed the spectacle from all across the continent. Someone said it was the descent of God, while someone else claimed divine punishment had been delivered.

Some said an ancient magical tool had been discovered, while others trembled, saying a terrifying monster had been born.

No one could determine the truth. Because the place where that pillar of light had shot up was the infamous Trebi Mountain Range.

There were no brave souls willing to leap into the mountain range where monsters were still gathering at this very moment to investigate the situation.

For a while, the entire world was in an uproar as if the end times were about to arrive, but as peaceful days continued, interest gradually scattered and faded.

Without anything particularly changing, the world continued to flow as usual.

It was daily life where moderate peace and moderate chaos coexisted, as it always had.

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