Don’t Look for the Resurrected Villainess - Chapter 252

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Chapter 252

The story was over.

The sky was clear without a single cloud, and the wind was cool. Those who wished for death screamed with mad fervor, and the executioner waited for the condemned before the eerie execution platform.

Though the distance wasn’t far, her steps were slow because she had refused food for several days.

Lilia raised her head. She could see the seat where she had once sat.

So this is how it feels to look up from here.

She had sat in that seat, adorned with brilliantly shining ornaments. With her dazzling blonde hair flowing and her warm green eyes gleaming, she had looked down at this place.

During her imprisonment, it had become very difficult to gauge the passage of time, so Lilia felt that the time when she had watched Anelli’s execution seemed immeasurably distant.

“Bring the condemned here!”

The soldiers grabbed her arms and dragged her forward. They were relieved that they could finally dispose of this troublesome prisoner.

And for good reason, as Lilia’s execution date had been postponed several times.

The reason was unknown. When she first heard that the execution had been delayed, Lilia was certain that someone was trying to save her life.

Around that time, she couldn’t foresee the future. More precisely, it was when all the books that should have shown her the future had been torn apart and lost their complete form.

Waiting for a future she couldn’t see even one step ahead, she held onto vague hope.

If the execution date is being postponed, it means there’s some problem.

Someone must have discovered that I’m innocent.

Or maybe Maxel miraculously regained his power.

Perhaps Roam came to his senses and recovered his strength?

Day after day, she dreamed of such baseless hopes, and when a new execution date was set, she couldn’t believe it and asked repeatedly.

“Execution? Not release, but execution?”

“It’s been ages since your crimes were revealed, and you’re talking about release!”

The guards laughed loudly at Lilia, and she was deeply disheartened.

Ah, truly the Creator has abandoned me. The protagonist has changed.

Waiting for the shadow of death that tightened around her neck moment by moment, Lilia shuddered.

But just before the execution day, the execution was postponed again.

“…Why?”

This time, unlike before, she wasn’t happy. She didn’t think hopeful thoughts either.

She just trembled in fear, not knowing what on earth was happening.

Then, just as she was gradually relaxing and thinking about having hope again, a new date was set.

After several repetitions, Lilia was completely exhausted. And so she came to stand in this place.

“The Creator bestows final mercy upon this foolish creature. Do you have any last words?”

The priest looked at her with an indifferent gaze and asked.

Lilia, who had been moving her cracked lips, contorted her face.

Is this really the end? This? Dying like this?

Her body trembled violently. Lilia turned her head frantically, trying to delay death even a little.

In her randomly cast gaze, countless people watching her came into view. Among the people excitedly waving their fists, one person stood out particularly clearly.

Lilia’s eyes stopped on that person. With a hood pulled deep over their face, their features weren’t visible, and they didn’t look much different from those around them.

Was it because she desperately wanted to see them?

Was she seeing illusions because of that?

Lilia, who had been staring blankly at that person, opened her lips as if entranced.

“…Why did you take away everything that was mine?”

She had wanted to ask, but in the end couldn’t meet them to ask. When she found them disgusting, they lingered around so persistently, but when she resolved to see their face, she couldn’t.

Lilia directed her resentment toward the hooded figure standing far away.

As venom seeped into her lifeless eyes like those of a dead fish, the spectators became even more excited and shouted for the execution.

“I fought for it, I earned it all…!”

‘Everything you have is worthless to me.’

Lilia, who had been speaking sharply, was startled and closed her mouth.

Was it a hallucination?

She was certain she had heard a faint voice through the noisy cheers.

“Execute!”

Her body was pushed onto the execution platform. Even as her upper body was forcibly bent down, Lilia tried to lift her head.

Just now, that hooded person. Where are they?

‘So you didn’t have it stolen from you, you lost it.’

Cold mockery was heard.

No, was it heard? Was it imagined?

Even if she were in this place, it would be impossible for her to respond to Lilia’s words.

Despite knowing this, Lilia’s wavering eyes constantly searched through the crowd.

Somehow wanting to convey this resentment to her.

“Anell—!”

Swoosh!

On a clear and bright day, the execution platform was stained red.

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“The execution has been completed.”

Heinrih, who had been absorbed in his work, glanced up briefly. Gauging the approximate time through the sky visible outside the window, he nodded.

“I see.”

Waving his hand to indicate that he understood and the subordinate should leave, the subordinate carefully departed from the study.

Heinrih tried to focus on his work again. However, it wasn’t easy to restore concentration once it had been broken.

“Tsk.”

He carelessly threw down the pen he was holding and leaned back against the chair, letting his body relax.

Only now did he feel how stiff his entire body had become from sitting since early morning.

“Why did I struggle so hard to get this position?”

“For something you worked so hard to obtain, you treat it poorly.”

Someone’s voice suddenly echoed in the study that had been empty.

Though he might have been startled by the sudden presence, Heinrih, who had experienced this countless times, wasn’t surprised anymore.

Feeling melancholy about having become accustomed to such situations, Heinrih pressed his forehead and replied in an irritated voice.

“How many times have I told you to make a formal visit request first? Do you know how much the Imperial Palace mages are suffering because of you?”

“If you’re going to be so disgusted, why don’t you properly maintain the Imperial Palace barrier?”

The person who cheekily replied while shrugging was Jeon.

For someone who had arbitrarily warped into the Crown Prince’s study, he sat down with a very confident attitude and picked up some prepared snacks.

“Are these the only snacks in the Imperial Palace? Why are they always the same? I don’t know what the Imperial Palace chefs are making. These things don’t even fill you up.”

“The snacks in my study don’t exist to fill your stomach.”

“I don’t expect them to. My cooking tastes better anyway.”

Jeon, who had boldly compared his skills to the Imperial Palace chefs, chewed on the snacks. His appearance of grumbling while still putting them in his mouth was insufferably annoying.

“I happened to find out on my way here, but the execution was carried out?”

“Yes, it became difficult to postpone it any longer.”

Lilia Roam’s execution had been postponed many times. Duke and Duchess of Roam, who were originally supposed to be put on the execution platform together, were still in prison.

The reason for delaying the treatment of prisoners he had wanted to resolve quickly was due to Heinrih’s personal greed.

It was a very private desire to show someone their fate.

However, the contact he had been waiting for never came in the end, and today Lilia Roam became dew on the execution ground.

“…What about contact?”

“There was none.”

Heinrih, who had been pressing his temples firmly, glanced at Jeon. Jeon, who occupied the sofa like a rogue, appeared quite calm on the surface.

However, Heinrih knew that he was quite anxious inside.

“Didn’t you say to wait?”

“That’s why I’m waiting.”

“Look in a mirror. Whether this looks like waiting or searching around.”

Heinrih didn’t know exactly what had happened in the Trebi Mountain Range. However, he guessed that the pillar of light that had generated countless rumors might have been caused by Anelli.

In the midst of this, Jeon, who had suddenly appeared, conveyed news that Anelli had temporarily left and would return soon.

Since Jeon spoke so firmly that she would return soon, Heinrih believed those words too.

He never imagined that Jeon might not know the meaning of the word ‘soon’. Or perhaps the Magic Tower uses the concept of ‘soon’ differently from others.

“You didn’t tell me not to look for you.”

“You interpret things however you like.”

Jeon, who had been pouting, changed the subject.

“More importantly, can I get what I asked for?”

“…The Imperial Palace isn’t a shop.”

“But among my connections, Your Highness the Crown Prince is the one who can most easily obtain things for me.”

Heinrih glared at Jeon with some reproach. Jeon, who had already obtained rare items several times by relying on Heinrih’s position, no longer even pretended to show remorse outwardly.

Instead, he replied shamelessly with a smile.

“In return, I a talent from the Mage Tower to the Imperial Palace.”

“Wasn’t Dekin expelled from the Mage Tower long ago?”

“That was just a nominal expulsion. How can one overcome blood ties?”

“I guarantee Dekin would be offended if he heard that.”

“I know that Your Highness the Crown Prince also openly boasts about your friendship with the next Mage Tower Master.”

Heinrih couldn’t firmly deny it. Because what he said was true.

Having made Maxel a deposed prince and becoming Crown Prince almost by force, he had to establish his position quickly by any means necessary.

Jeon’s status was quite useful to Heinrih in that regard, and thanks to that, he had received great help when officially bringing Dekin to the Imperial Palace.

And from a long-term perspective, it would be good to continue the friendship even after becoming the Mage Tower Master. Naturally.

However, maintaining the same distance in friendship with the Temple was difficult… but that was unavoidable.

“What you requested.”

Heinrih, giving up on the petty argument, opened a drawer and took out a palm-sized envelope.

When he placed it on the desk with a thud, Jeon approached with a delighted face and checked the envelope.

“What on earth is that?”

“Flower seeds.”

“Are they used for making medicine? Or magical materials?”

“They’re just flower seeds though?”

“…It’s not a disguise, but really just flower seeds?”

“Yes. When this flower receives moonlight, the petals become translucent. Can you imagine? If planted in a spot with good moonlight, it would be quite a spectacle!”

Jeon began giving a lengthy explanation about the flower seeds he was holding with an excited face.

Heinrih, who had been convinced that since it was something requested from him as Crown Prince, there must be some tremendous secret hidden in it, glared at Jeon with deflated eyes.

A fierce headache he had never felt even while working pierced through his head.

Heinrih pressed his brow firmly and spoke through gritted teeth.

“Just go. Please just leave.”

He’d rather just work instead.

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