Don’t Look for the Resurrected Villainess - Chapter 264

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Side Story 8

Perhaps because I had emerged from the gloomy prison, the sunlight felt particularly bright.

Step.

I gazed quietly up at that warm light before moving my feet. The place I was heading to was outside the Imperial Palace, not far from the garbage dump where I had awakened.

After Roam fell, Sister, who died alone and desolate, was buried in a public cemetery where homeless corpses gathered. That was exactly where I was heading.

[Breathing the outside air makes me feel alive.]

Minte, who had been unable to leave the Imperial Palace because of Bak, spoke with a truly relieved voice as she led the way.

Jigol tried to slyly land on her back, but his stealthy boarding attempt failed because Minte immediately shook her body.

Tristan watched this scene and teased Jigol for a long time, saying his wing strength was weak, which made Jigol bristle and start a heated verbal sparring match.

It was a noisy journey. Thanks to this, I quickly shook off the heavy mood from meeting my parents and arrived at the public cemetery with a relatively light heart.

“It’s more desolate than I thought.”

There didn’t even seem to be a gravedigger managing the public cemetery. There was a fence that barely maintained appearances, but it was pathetically low.

Several graves had been dug up by wild animals, with soil messily overturned.

I moved my steps while carefully checking the crooked tombstones.

It wasn’t difficult to find a grave that appeared to be relatively recently made. Near the entrance, I easily found Prisian Sister’s grave.

The grave that no one had tended to was filthy.

“Are you going to kill me?”

I recalled Sister’s trembling question.

They said Sister had died from poison. Since I was the one who stole the purification magic tool that led to her poisoning, it was practically as if I had killed her.

I knelt in front of the grave. When I reached out my hand, the rough texture of soil was transmitted to my palm.

“Prisian Sister.”

Sister who died in bed while watching Roam’s destruction.

“What were you thinking on that bed, Sister?”

Naturally, I couldn’t hear an answer. I rubbed a handful of soil while quietly looking at the grave, then lowered my gaze.

“…You know, I’m actually not curious.”

Whether Sister died resenting me in that bed, or died hating me.

In a situation where I had practically killed her with my own hands, I wasn’t trying to be sentimental and pay my respects.

“Sister will be reincarnated.”

So that the Creator can no longer interfere, so that only the natural cycle of life remains as the world’s order. Because I made it that way.

My lips twisted crookedly.

“Let’s never meet again.”

Actually, this was what I came to say. I scattered the soil I had been clutching tightly over the grave and stood up.

All the emotions and events that exist between us were simply exchanged, so let’s settle everything with this and never get entangled again.

I couldn’t know for certain whether my words would reach Sister.

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“Why are you telling me this?”

―You brat, then who else should I tell?

“There are mages who specifically handle magic tool distribution sales!”

At Jeon’s protest, Teacher, who had been glaring at him through the communication device, snorted.

―If you’re planning to wander around without returning to the Magic Tower, you should at least do this kind of work!

“I’m not avoiding returning! I attended the presentation just recently, didn’t I?”

Thanks to attending that presentation, he was able to meet the revived Anelli quickly. Jeon recalled that time and let out a silly laugh.

Surprisingly, that reunion reminded him of their first meeting. How romantic and fateful! They were definitely soulmates.

―That was mandatory attendance!

At Teacher’s firm words, Jeon’s expression, which had been briefly immersed in past memories, crumpled again.

He really couldn’t communicate with Teacher. His student was having a sweet romance, and instead of being proud and supportive, Teacher was only scheming to make him work somehow.

Jeon looked at his teacher with a face full of complaints.

Honestly, this could only be interpreted as Teacher, who had lived as a bachelor his whole life, being jealous of his fateful love.

“I didn’t come here to work, you know?”

―Where else is there a mage who can enter and exit the Imperial Palace more easily than you!

“Ah, there’s Dekin at the Imperial Palace!”

―Why are you bringing up that expelled guy again!

At that moment, Jeon, who was about to retort that he knew Teacher secretly contacted Dekin for updates despite officially expelling him, ultimately closed his mouth and sighed deeply.

He had made plans to go around playing with Anelli until the coronation ceremony, but it was all ruined. Jeon, who was considering whether to just refuse outright, finally showed a resigned expression.

This was because he knew that Teacher making him work this much was actually all for his sake.

As the next Mage Tower Lord, it couldn’t be helped. He didn’t know how long the elders would tolerate him continuing to slack off.

“I just need to talk about private Warp Gates, right?”

―Right. The internal opinion conflicts are so fierce that we need more time.

“Well, from what I’ve seen installing them, they seem sufficiently viable for commercialization.”

―You brat, that was easy because you installed them! If you’re not going to install all the private gates yourself, keep your mouth shut!

Well, that’s true. Jeon scratched his cheek and nodded. His skills were indeed good.

And Warp Gates required very precise magic manifestation. For just anyone to install private Warp Gates, there would definitely be limitations in ability.

―Did you visit the Imperial Palace with that Reviver?

“Yes. Anelli was also invited to the coronation ceremony.”

―Anelli what! Just because she’s a Reviver doesn’t mean anything! You’re going to be the Mage Tower Lord soon, so what are you lacking that you’re being so respectful?

Teacher shouted angrily. Teacher’s habit of nitpicking over trivial things was now so familiar that Jeon casually shrugged his shoulders.

“I’ve been calling her this from the beginning, so it stuck. This is more comfortable.”

―Ugh, shameless brat. To think I call this guy my student.

Teacher clicked his tongue and shook his head. Jeon, who had been watching such a teacher with amused eyes, calmly opened his mouth.

“It’s not as one-sided a relationship as you think.”

―What do you think I’m thinking?

“You’d be surprised if you knew how much Anelli loves me.”

―…What kind of crazy bastard is this.

At Teacher’s disgusted expression as if he had heard something unbearable, Jeon burst into loud laughter.

“It’s true.”

―Who said anything?

“I know what you’re worried about, but I’m saying you don’t need to worry.”

Teacher didn’t answer. Jeon spoke to him again with an amused voice.

“I’m not a child anymore. It’s different from the old days.”

―Stop talking nonsense and hang up.

Teacher, who answered curtly, hung up the communication first. Jeon stared down at the communication device that had lost its light, then raised his head.

While exchanging communication with Teacher, he had come to a quiet corner of a park. Noise could be heard from afar but it wasn’t loud, the air was calm, and the sky was clear.

The day his mother died was exactly like this. A very clear and peaceful day.

“Ah, why are you… inferior to even your brother…?”

When entering the Magic Tower, a certain amount of money was paid to his family as compensation. Dekin and Jeon entered the Magic Tower at an early age, and money was paid to their mother.

Dekin was the first to enter the Magic Tower. He showed excellent skills in the test conducted when entering the Magic Tower and was immediately selected as the Mage Tower Lord’s student.

But Jeon was not. When Jeon first took the test, he didn’t receive very good grades. Because of this, he was assigned to a very low floor, and the money paid to his mother was also very small.

“Useless brat.”

He doesn’t remember his mother’s face well now. However, her voice full of disappointment sometimes lingered in his mind.

His mother was greatly disappointed in Jeon, who brought only a tiny amount of money unlike his brother, and often didn’t welcome him whenever he visited home.

His mother had been weak from the beginning. Even after using all the money the brothers brought for medicine, there was no improvement, so she couldn’t help but become sensitive.

Nevertheless, Jeon wanted to see his mother’s smiling face.

“You give flowers to someone you love.”

He heard someone say that.

So he drew flowers with magic. Everyone around him looked at Jeon pathetically, but he didn’t care.

If she saw beautiful flowers, mother would smile for him. Young Jeon thought this vaguely and blindly.

His mother died before receiving his flowers, so he ultimately couldn’t confirm whether his thoughts were correct.

When his mother died, he lost his reason for learning magic. No matter how beautiful flowers he bloomed, there was no one to receive them, and Jeon fell into despair.

Did he love his mother?

He wasn’t sure, but it was certain that he had craved love from her. The aftermath after that wish was frustrated was very great.

Before Teacher took him in, Jeon had never imagined his future. Such things were meaningless fantasies.

“Dekin’s younger brother, you say?”

He was lucky. That was the only way to express it. Under Teacher’s supervision, Jeon underwent a re-evaluation and received a much higher score than before.

Jeon, who had been staying in the lower floors of the Magic Tower, instantly leaped several floors upward.

After that, well.

It was just an extension of his ordinary life of bickering and bantering with Teacher. Living like that, he kept rising higher and higher, until he eventually reached the topmost floor.

Since he hadn’t lived with the goal of reaching the higher floors, honestly, he didn’t feel an enormously great sense of achievement.

Teacher always worried about this. About Jeon’s attitude of silently doing what was given to him without any particular ambition, as if he wouldn’t regret losing everything at any moment.

Perhaps his current worrying was also in a similar context.

From Teacher’s perspective, it would seem like Jeon was almost one-sidedly clinging and devoting himself.

He was probably worried that if things went wrong with the Reviver, Jeon might lose all motivation again and live in dejection.

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