Don’t Look for the Resurrected Villainess - Chapter 254

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Chapter 254

Teacher, who had been chattering away until my ears hurt, continued his nagging for quite a while before finally giving his closing remarks as the sun set.

Jeon, who had been quietly looking down at the communication device that had suddenly gone silent, smacked his lips and glanced around for no particular reason.

The place where he stood was the cliff behind Beladia Castle. This desolate place had gained quite a dreamlike scenery thanks to the flower garden Jeon had skillfully created.

Since this was the place where Anelli had disappeared, Jeon was taking special care to tend to this location.

‘She might return here someday…’

Even while taking care of the castle, he often imagined it. Reuniting with Anelli, who would one day appear standing blankly on this flower garden he had arranged.

Her returning nonchalantly as if nothing had happened, evaluating the things he had brought, and casually instructing him to prepare a meal.

It hadn’t happened yet.

But since it might happen, he had searched for all the precious flowers in the world and planted them on this cliff.

“I hope you’ll come by the time the flowers bloom.”

「It won’t take long.」

He should have asked exactly how many days that would be.

If he knew how many nights he had to sleep before he could meet her, he could have joyfully accepted each day that ended in solitude.

The only certainty was that today, too, had passed without any news.

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“Is this truly your will, Sir?”

To Morico, who asked in a dejected voice, Samuel nodded with a calm expression.

“I can no longer do the work I’ve been handling. So I intend to do what I can do now.”

“Rather, please remain at the Grand Temple and train the next generation. I will speak directly to my High Priest.”

“No. I…”

Samuel’s face darkened slightly. After trailing off and remaining silent for a moment, he regained his natural composure and spoke.

“I will depart on pilgrimage as I have decided.”

Though he arbitrarily called it a pilgrimage, it was actually somewhat insufficient to define it that way.

Samuel had decided to collect records about prophets abandoned by the Creator and visit closed temples and monasteries to clear their dishonor.

Though he had found records at Febrin Monastery once, they could not be properly published, and some in the Temple even argued they should be completely concealed.

In this atmosphere, when Samuel stepped forward to correct the false records, naturally it was difficult to gain support.

“It will be a difficult journey.”

“It is what I must do.”

“But Samuel Bent, you are now…”

Morico, with a devastated expression, couldn’t bring himself to continue. However, Samuel understood what he was trying to say.

He was probably going to mention that Samuel had ‘absolutely no’ divine power. On top of that, his condition of having only one arm.

“Priest Morico, this is… the final mission given to me.”

The Knight who had departed on an unofficial pilgrimage with the Reviver had not only lost all his divine power but appeared with only one arm.

The Temple was turned upside down, and Samuel was summoned to the High Priest as soon as he received treatment.

Divine power disappearing, such a terrible thing happening!

Ironically, Samuel’s tattered condition perfectly lent credibility to the oracle they had received.

《Evil spreads, so I send you the Reviver; stand firmly against it.》

Ah, Samuel Bent lost his arm and had his divine power stolen while fighting against evil!

The young Knight’s tragedy should be properly honored!

To the Priests who excitedly chattered like this, Samuel quietly conveyed his intention. His intention to track down and record the correct historical materials about the prophets.

The Priests who had been revering Samuel as if he were a hero returning from a holy war instantly changed their attitude.

And so now, Samuel was leaving the Temple in a shabby state, barely receiving Morico’s farewell.

「You were asking forgiveness from the wrong target to begin with.」

He recalled Anelli’s voice filled with contempt. He also thought of her attack that had aimed at his arm without a moment’s hesitation.

The fact that she deliberately injured his sword arm while not taking his life was probably her revenge against him.

Her complete theft of his divine power while refusing to acknowledge Samuel’s contribution to Anelli’s peace also carried the same meaning.

「Spend your lifetime regretting the opportunity you turned away from and atoning.」

He didn’t know if such a pilgrimage would constitute atonement, but he decided to at least restore the lost honor of the Captain and the Knights who followed her.

He intended to dedicate the rest of his life to that work alone. After all, with such a body, he could no longer be the High Priest’s proud Knight.

“If you need anything, please contact me anytime. I support your will.”

“Thank you, Priest Morico.”

“But, Samuel Bent.”

Morico, who had been hesitating, asked in a low voice.

“Do you truly not know the Reviver’s whereabouts?”

Samuel had not provided any information about the Reviver.

The reason why he, who was once called the Temple’s pride, was receiving such cold treatment probably included that as well.

The pilgrimage with the Reviver that everyone was curious about. Because of his attitude of not saying anything about what that was.

“Nothing can force her. She will be where she wishes, in the form she wishes.”

“I see.”

Morico, who had thrown out the question as a last hope, nodded without showing disappointment.

Samuel lowered his gaze.

He could no longer sense where Anelli was. He didn’t even know if she existed on this earth.

She would probably never appear before him again for the rest of his life.

If he forcibly went to Beladia Castle, then it might be different, but…

Samuel had decided not to do that now.

“She should have been that way from the beginning.”

Muttering in a bitter voice, he greeted Morico and turned around.

The cloak that completely covered and hid one arm fluttered particularly emptily.

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The forest thick with deep green foliage was originally a place people rarely traveled.

However, after it was revealed that the Reviver had passed through here, pilgrims would occasionally wander around, claiming to follow the Reviver’s traces.

They rummaged through the entire forest without knowing what lay deep within it.

“Right here, the Reviver saved us from the evil Dura’han.”

“Wow!”

The one leading was wearing shabby armor.

He was once a man who had lived successfully as a soldier of a renowned noble house.

However, when the house fell, the soldiers naturally scattered, and he too had drifted here after losing his job.

Fortunately, he was skilled at calculating profit and quickly selected a few things from his experiences that could make money.

His connection with the Reviver was the best moneymaker among them.

“As you know, I served the Reviver. When I reunited with her here, how moved I was!”

The man looked around at the pilgrims while exaggeratedly shrugging his shoulders. Among the pilgrims gathered closely together, someone wearing a deeply pulled hood suddenly caught his eye.

‘Huh? Was there such a person?’

Just as the puzzled man was about to look at him closely, one of the pilgrims exclaimed loudly in admiration.

“How magnificent!”

“Haha, it’s embarrassing but a proud memory.”

The man quickly answered, putting aside the interest he had briefly held.

Though the Reviver had not revealed herself, the absurd adventures she left behind were passed down through people’s mouths and strangely inflated.

Thanks to this, the Empire’s citizens greatly admired the Reviver’s existence and considered her sacred.

The man who had seen her up close secretly mocked such citizens while steadily emptying their pockets.

“Right here! This is where the Reviver was kidnapped by Dura’han! I still remember!”

Though he didn’t remember exactly, the man roughly pointed to any spot and attached plausible words.

He had been a soldier of Roam and had once belonged to a pursuit team searching for Anelli.

And this place was the very unfortunate location where they had almost caught Anelli but let her escape.

Since it was a past event, who would know however he packaged it? The man freely embellished and distorted his memories of that time.

When he volunteered to guide them, claiming to have served the Reviver, and recited reasonably pleasant fiction, the pilgrims would pay money on their own.

What a convenient way to make money!

“Now, let’s move…”

The man turned to move with the pilgrims.

At that moment, he saw something pitch black through the thicket. The man stopped and fixed his gaze.

“Huh? What’s that?”

The pilgrims also seemed to have spotted what he had discovered, murmuring as they craned their necks forward.

Someone accidentally bumped the back of the man who was squinting and staring at it. Thanks to that, the man stumbled forward awkwardly.

Getting even a few steps closer, the shape of it became clearly visible.

“…That, that’s…”

The color gradually drained from the man’s face.

Just as a few curious pilgrims who hadn’t yet grasped the situation were about to bravely approach, the man began staggering backward.

“…Run.”

“What?”

“R-run away.”

“What are you suddenly talking about?”

The man glared fiercely at the bewildered pilgrim and spun his body around.

“I said run, you fool!”

The moment his eyes met with the pitch-black horse, he recalled a monster he had seen just once. Black armor. An abnormally massive frame.

A terrifying monster that had kept him trapped in nightmares for quite some time.

“It’s a Dura’han! A Dura’han has appeared!”

At the sight of the man taking the lead and quickly fleeing while shouting, the other pilgrims turned around in panic, belatedly realizing the danger.

“Kyaah!”

“Ahhh! Someone save us!”

Even though the black shadow didn’t budge, people trembled and ran frantically.

People’s screams echoed through the silent forest, and the chaotic sounds of running footsteps became entangled.

Those sounds gradually grew distant, then became faintly small, and finally disappeared completely.

Once everyone had vanished, the figure that had been hidden among them was revealed.

It was someone wearing a hood pulled low.

They stepped through the grass that had been trampled carelessly. Walking steadily toward the black shadow that everyone had feared in terror, they stopped right in front of it.

They extended their hand from within the cloak. Then the shadow that had been hiding in the dark shade stepped forward.

The shadow that the fleeing man had called a Dura’han was simply a black horse that was a bit large.

The horse snorted lightly and obediently lowered its head under that touch. White fingers gently stroked the black mane.

“Hello, Nadab.”

A gentle voice flowed from within the hood.

“We meet again.”

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