Don’t Look for the Resurrected Villainess - Chapter 267

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Side Story Episode 11

The interior of the tower was surprisingly decent.

Though he was confined, it seemed they had shown some respect for his former status as Crown Prince. A faint sneer appeared on Jeon’s face.

‘So that’s why he still doesn’t know his place and keeps sending these nonsensical letters.’

The attendant couldn’t stop Jeon from entering the tower without hesitation. More precisely, he tried to stop him but it was useless. He was helplessly pushed aside by Jeon’s unexpectedly strong force.

Meanwhile, Jeon began to explore the tower in earnest.

Each floor had separate living spaces, and from what he could see, the bedroom seemed to be located on the top floor.

Lying around lazily on the bed, I suppose?

Making such assumptions, Jeon was climbing without hesitation when he stopped on the middle floor of the tower.

“You, who are you!”

“Ah. So you were here.”

Jeon stood in a slouched posture with his hands shoved in his pockets. Maxel, who had just been coming out from what appeared to be a lounge, was startled when he spotted Jeon.

Maxel, who had been backing away with a flustered face, soon hardened his expression and puffed out his chest.

“Reveal your identity at once!”

“Oh really?”

“Ga, Gail! What on earth is this person?”

“I apologize, Master. He’s a mage serving the Reviver…”

The attendant who had hurriedly followed from behind Jeon bowed and continued his explanation to Maxel. Jeon stood calmly and waited for the attendant to finish speaking.

Maxel’s complexion changed moment by moment as he listened to the attendant. It turned red, then blue – quite a sight to behold.

And finally, the attendant’s explanation reached its climax. Right up to the point where he boldly declared him to be ‘Anelli’s lover.’

“Lover?”

Maxel scrunched up his face as if he had heard something he shouldn’t have and glared.

His bloodshot eyes glaring at Jeon were full of disbelief and suspicion. Receiving that gaze head-on, Jeon burst into a hollow laugh filled with absurdity.

“Your loyalty is so excessive you can’t even distinguish between what should and shouldn’t be said!”

“There’s no reason our love needs your approval. But I’m in a bit of a bad mood, so I’d prefer if you just accepted it.”

Maxel’s face turned pale at Jeon’s behavior, which showed not even the slightest courtesy, let alone respect.

“Stop being interested in other people’s lovers. And enough with this nonsense. Seeing how you don’t understand no matter how much Lady Anelli explains, I’m wondering if it’s an intelligence problem…”

As Jeon pulled out the letter he had kept in his jacket and waved it around, Maxel gritted his teeth.

“You rude, lowborn…!”

“Yeah, I know you ruined your life by acting frivolously without any foundation. You don’t need to introduce yourself like that. Fortunately, unlike you, I’m a very romantic lover overflowing with devoted and pure love. Lucky, right?”

Maxel was so angry he couldn’t even speak properly. His lips trembling as he shook with rage, Maxel clenched his fists.

He was about to swing his fist immediately but hesitated for a moment. Because despite the mocking voice, he met Jeon’s dry eyes that held no trace of laughter.

“You know what?”

Jeon, who had carefully tucked the letter back into his jacket, took a step forward. Reflexively, Maxel stepped back the same distance.

Tilting his head slightly as he stared at Maxel, Jeon spoke in an indifferent tone.

“I learned something from watching Rusalka.”

“Ru, Rusalka…?”

“Methods of tormenting people aren’t limited to just physical harm.”

Sensing an ominous aura, Maxel turned to flee. However, there was nowhere to escape in a tower without a single window.

“Gail, Gail! Stop this man at once!”

Desperately calling for his attendant, Maxel randomly threw whatever objects he could grab at Jeon. The attendant belatedly rushed toward Jeon, who was easily dodging the flying objects.

Jeon sighed as if annoyed and gestured toward the attendant. The attendant collapsed without offering any real resistance.

“How, how…”

Maxel, who had looked at the fallen attendant with a shocked face, trembled as he backed away. Finally blocked by the hard wall with nowhere to retreat, Maxel struggled desperately with veins bulging in his neck.

“Though I may be deposed, I am still unmistakably royalty! Do you think you can harm me and remain unscathed? I’ll make you understand how grave a crime it is to threaten royalty in the Empire!”

“Harm? I don’t know what you’re talking about. I haven’t laid a finger on you. I heard you were crazy, but was it really true?”

Maxel’s face reddened at Jeon’s indifferent muttering. He too knew what rumors were circulating. How miserably he had been deposed.

“I’m not crazy!”

“Oh, I heard everyone says that.”

“You bastard, I…!”

Maxel, who had been about to continue his futile threats, suddenly stopped speaking. Coughing and fumbling at his neck, Maxel showed a panicked expression.

“Skilled mages can create magic that didn’t exist before.”

Jeon, who had silenced him without laying a finger on him, moved his hands with a calm face. Purple sparkling magic scattered following his fingertips as he formed hand seals.

“I didn’t bother to officially register it with the Mage Tower since I had no intention of commercializing it, but thank you for letting me put it to use. Thanks to you, I can confirm its effectiveness.”

The magic hovering in the air didn’t disappear but moved somewhere. The magic that had been flowing like a stream toward the trembling Maxel burrowed into Maxel’s ears.

Maxel waved his hands as if trying to push away the purple sparkling magic. But it was futile struggling.

The magic formed a long line, one after another, burrowing into Maxel’s head.

“What would happen if you could never sleep properly for the rest of your life?”

This unlicensed magic, which didn’t even have a proper name, was close to a kind of curse. A vicious curse that would torment him with nightmares every time he tried to sleep.

It was slightly different from Rusalka’s eternal sleep. Maxel would probably live normally. He would just be unable to sleep properly.

Every night, the most terrible nightmares would torment him. Nightmares on a completely different level from ordinary ones.

Finally completing the hand seals, all the remaining magic was absorbed into Maxel. Maxel frantically felt around his body and face.

Jeon smiled coldly at him. Since he had left his limbs intact and hadn’t beaten him up, Heinrih wouldn’t scold him either.

If anything, he might be pleased to have one less troublesome matter to deal with.

“Oh right, I don’t know what the side effects might be either.”

Since it was mental magic, there might be some… psychological side effects, but as long as he looked fine on the outside, wasn’t that enough? Thinking rather carelessly, Jeon turned around.

Until Jeon exited the tower again, the place remained utterly silent.

* * *

The coronation ceremony held outdoors was grand.

Perhaps because there had been so much ominous turmoil throughout the Imperial Palace and the entire Empire, it seemed they had deliberately prepared it to be even more splendid and boisterous.

To celebrate the new Emperor’s ascension, festivals were scheduled to be held for a full month in cities and villages large and small across the nation.

Banquets were also planned to be held daily at the Imperial Palace, but it was a schedule that had nothing to do with me. I had already given a congratulatory speech in front of everyone at the coronation ceremony.

When I mixed in plausible and difficult words while invoking the Creator, everyone cheered that the Empire had received divine blessing. Especially the guests sent from the Temple – they prayed while crying and even fainted.

Thanks to that, there was some commotion, but overall it was a successful coronation. It was worth the effort I put into carefully choosing my outfit to appear before everyone.

“You look like an angel who just descended from heaven.”

“That’s quite an exaggeration.”

“Didn’t you see the priests who couldn’t even come close, saying the Creator’s Reviver had descended?”

“Those people were always like that.”

Lifting the transparent veil I had been wearing to enhance the atmosphere with both hands, I glanced back. I could see the crowd desperately wanting to approach and speak to me.

However, no one dared to approach me standing in pure white attire. Well, Jeon was an exception from the start.

“Will you return immediately?”

“I was thinking of doing so…”

First, I wanted to throw off these uncomfortable clothes.

Since there was no precedent for the existence of a Reviver, this dress – roughly crafted by referencing the attire of people who had been revered as saints in the past – had terrible practicality. Of course, it looked very sacred.

Clutching the several layers of dress that hung down in folds, I looked around.

I felt I should greet Heinrih before leaving, but he seemed busy receiving greetings from all sorts of guests. Then, perhaps noticing my gaze, he glanced this way.

Confirming his grateful look, I nodded slightly.

I turned around without regret, but when I actually tried to leave this space, it wasn’t easy. It was because I was receiving as much attention as Heinrih.

“Shall I clear a path for you?”

Just as I was about to nod with delight at Jeon’s action of stepping forward as if reading my mind.

“…!”

A voice heard through the noisy crowd caught my ankle.

“…dy!”

When I reflexively turned around sharply, the people who had been looking at me earnestly let out small screams.

“Lady Anelli?”

Leaving behind Jeon who called me questioningly, I strode forward. As I moved, the people who had been surrounding me in a circle hesitantly made space.

It was somewhere around here. Definitely, the voice came from around this area.

“…”

My frantically searching steps came to an abrupt halt.

Among everyone stepping back, there was one person who remained motionless, and our eyes met. Looking steadily at the other person, I slowly parted my lips.

“Palides.”

The lips of the woman standing before me slowly curved upward. Her face wearing a bright smile was exactly the same as when we had parted ways.

“Captain.”

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