Don’t Look for the Resurrected Villainess - Chapter 269

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Side Story 13

The plan to return directly to Beladia Castle after the coronation ceremony was adjusted.

Using a private warp gate would have taken only 2-3 days, but we deliberately chose to travel on horseback instead. Thanks to this, the time it took to reach Beladia was tremendously extended.

We didn’t extend the journey without reason. Since the entire Empire was in festival mode, we toured various cities and enjoyed the festival scenes.

Palides’ joy at being able to walk around confidently in human form was truly unparalleled.

So much so that while one might expect her energy to drain from touring the entire territory, Palides remained very energetic even when we reached the mountain range.

“Ah, if only every day could be such a festival!”

Palides’ outfit as she climbed the mountain range was very colorful festival attire. It looked uncomfortable just to look at, but Palides didn’t care at all and was hiking in that outfit.

As I was admiring her determination, Nadab, who had been climbing silently, clicked his tongue and replied.

[If festivals became everyday life, they wouldn’t feel special anymore.]

“Nadab, you only say such theoretical things. If you keep saying stuff like that, the mares won’t like you.”

[…I really hope they don’t like me.]

“Wow, are you showing off because you’re popular?”

Palides looked at Nadab with eyes full of reproach. Before Nadab could retort to her, Tristan laughed heartily and shouted.

[Nadab, being loved is something to be grateful and happy about! Enjoy it!]

[What exactly do those horses find so appealing about that stone-like Nadab?]

When even Jigol added a comment, Nadab snorted roughly.

Throughout our travels, whenever we entered a stable, he became the center of attention for all the horses, and remembering his situation made me laugh involuntarily.

“Nadab is a handsome horse though.”

[…Thank you, Captain.]

It was meant as a compliment, but Nadab seemed to think I had joined in teasing him too. As I smiled listening to his answer full of resignation, Jeon, who had been walking ahead, called out to me loudly.

“We’re here!”

At his words, I looked up to see the open sky spread out before us. It was the cliff where the warp gate connected to the castle was installed.

[That place is…]

Minte, recognizing the cliff scenery, hesitated. Bak, who had been advancing while breaking trees with loud crashes, opened his mouth with a puzzled voice at her reaction.

[What’s wrong, Minte?]

[You installed a warp gate here.]

Instead of answering Bak’s question, Minte turned to look at me. I nodded calmly.

“It’s fine to pay our respects when we pass by.”

The cliff where the intermediate warp gate was installed that we had to pass through to reach Beladia Castle. This place, where you could see Beladia Castle at a glance along with the vast valley, deep greenery, and winding streams, was also where Dasha had found his rest.

Dasha was not here.

It was natural. What he had chosen was peaceful death, after all.

Perhaps recalling the scene from that day when Dasha requested his rest, Minte stared into space and fell silent for a moment. Bak and Palides, who belatedly realized where this was, also closed their mouths with strange expressions.

I watched such Dura’han quietly and spoke softly.

“Come here whenever you miss him. That’s what I made this warp gate for.”

No one answered, but I knew they would visit this place often.

Just as Nadab, Jigol, Tristan, Ganic, and Mori do.

* * *

Ganic, seeing Minte, Bak, and Palides whom he was meeting again, greeted them happily and emerged from the moat.

However, he couldn’t even utter a single word before being caught by the Young Lizardman and dragged back in, and seeing this, the Dura’han began offering advice about raising adolescent monsters.

Everyone seemed so absorbed in teasing Ganic that there was no sign of them coming in anytime soon. Eventually, I entered the castle first with Jeon.

The outer fortress was bustling with monsters as always. Thanks to the Wyvern who had flown to the castle early and established himself as the neighborhood boss with his armband, there were no serious incidents, but there were still plenty of minor disputes.

And whenever that happened, for some unknown reason, they all came running to me, chattering and tattling busily.

Just like right now.

[Big Captain! You know, this guy is monopolizing the communal bridge bone!]

The fact that Skeletons share communal bones and take turns using them is information I didn’t particularly want to know.

[The newly moved-in Golem keeps fighting with the Gargoyle, and every time they fight, stone fragments keep flying and causing massive damage to the monsters!]

Since both have bodies made of stone, stone fragments would naturally fly when they fight.

[The landscaping is terrible because of the plant monsters!]

Well, of course, since they’re monsters, not landscaping plants.

I hurriedly moved my steps to avoid the monsters chattering enough to make my head throb.

Jeon, who couldn’t understand the monsters’ words but roughly guessed the situation from all the noisy sounds, quickly shouted toward the monsters.

“Since Lady Anelli is very tired from the long journey, if you have something to talk about, tomorrow…!”

Jeon, who had been shouting quite energetically, saw the monster’s eyes gleaming right in front of his nose and stepped back in surprise.

“Wouldn’t it be better to talk about it tomorrow…?”

Fortunately, the monsters seemed to understand Jeon’s words and gradually retreated. A few monsters breathed fiercely, but eventually turned around obediently.

Seeing this, Jeon let out a sigh of relief and patted his chest.

“At least it’s fortunate they understand what we’re saying.”

“It’s more like…”

It was because the Wyvern had threatened them. That Jeon was the human I favored most and the male who could serve me most perfectly.

If they touched him, not only would they be unable to set foot in Beladia Castle, but they would also incur my wrath and their lives would be in danger.

Thanks to this, some recognized Jeon as my mating partner, while others thought of him as my right-hand man.

…Since Jeon probably wouldn’t be too happy to know this, it would be better not to tell him about it in the future either.

Jeon, having successfully dispersed the gathered monsters, quickly approached my side.

“Aren’t you going in right away?”

Seeing my steps pass by the main tower, Jeon looked at me with a puzzled face.

“Ah, I’m just stopping by the chapel.”

At my words, Jeon nodded as if he understood. Then he readily stepped aside, saying he would go to the main tower first.

While most of Beladia Castle had been newly renovated, only the chapel behind the main tower was left untouched. I didn’t particularly want to organize it, and somehow it felt like it shouldn’t be organized.

This chapel was a space solely for Soana, and Soana was its owner.

I lightly knocked on the chapel entrance and opened the door. With the sound of rusted metal, the interior of the old chapel was revealed. Dust floated faintly, and the scent of old wood wafted gently.

I quietly gazed at the stained glass fragments piled modestly at the front, then sat in a nearby chair. Since I had often come here to sit before, there was no dust on the chair.

“Except for a few, everyone has returned, Soana.”

There was no reply.

Soana, like Dasha, had chosen eternal death. She probably… didn’t even wish for reincarnation.

So even if I talked alone here, it would be sounds that wouldn’t reach her.

Still, I sometimes came here like this to share news of the Dura’han. Soana had cared for and looked after the Knights of the Round Table until the very end.

“You don’t still hate me, do you?”

As I murmured with a smile, a cool breeze flowed in through the broken window. I felt that breeze and closed my eyes.

I don’t know how much time has been given to me, brought back to life. Seeing that my stamina isn’t as good as before, I might age similarly to others. Or perhaps even faster.

But however much time remains, my remaining days won’t be alone, and they’ll be distinctly different from the past I’ve lived. Life will continue with noisy monsters, Dura’han who follow me, and a beloved lover.

“As you said, I’m glad my affection isn’t directed toward everyone.”

I’m already overwhelmed just caring for those I’ve embraced now. Even if I pour out all my remaining time, it wouldn’t seem enough.

“Soana, you were the Watcher. You probably observed for a long time. You know.”

I slowly opened my eyes.

“Don’t they all look truly happy?”

The gently blowing breeze stopped. My lightly fluttering hair also settled down obediently.

I never thought I’d utter the word happiness. But this was sincere. Something I didn’t know in the past, something I couldn’t even imagine.

“That’s right, I’m happy. So don’t worry.”

I quietly gazed at the stained glass fragments and stood up. Only the sound of my footsteps echoed in the silent chapel.

* * *

“Lady Anelli!”

I thought he would have entered the main tower first, but Jeon was pacing around not far from the chapel.

At the sight of Jeon looking at me with a bright smile, I suddenly stopped walking. Then he made a puzzled expression.

“Lady Anelli?”

“Jeon.”

“Yes?”

He made a rather serious expression, as if glimpsing some emotion on my face. As I stared at him approaching quickly, Jeon examined me from various angles. He seemed to be checking if I had gotten hurt somewhere.

Naturally, nothing could have happened in that brief moment of sitting in the chapel and coming out. Eventually, Jeon, who couldn’t find any trace, frowned and parted his lips.

But before that, I bluntly spoke first.

“Did you tell me how precious I am to you?”

Jeon froze with his mouth hanging open. His dazed expression as he stared at me blankly was rather amusing, so I lifted the corners of my mouth slightly.

“If you haven’t, say it now.”

“…Th, that’s something I already know without you having to say it.”

Jeon answered stammering, his face bright red. I smiled purely at him like that. It was the kind of smile made without any worries or concerns.

“Yes, I love you.”

Jeon’s face had reached a point where it couldn’t possibly get any redder. Watching him freeze up like a wooden statue was simply unbearable.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him down. Jeon’s head came down stiffly, and our parted lips met.

It was very warm.

On a clear and bright day, I joyfully accepted the resurrection that had been given to me.

【Don’t Look for the Resurrected Villainess】 Side Story End

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