Don’t Look for the Resurrected Villainess - Chapter 29

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Chapter 29

Lilia often brought home stray animals.

When she brought injured animals to the mansion, saying they looked pitiful trembling there, all the servants would praise her kind heart.

She would carefully wash the animals, feed them, and treat their wounds. Whenever the recovered dogs or cats ran around inside the mansion, breaking decorations or dirtying the clean rooms and hallways, she would just laugh it off, saying they were troublemakers who couldn’t be helped.

Once, a puppy that she had brought home entered my bedroom. The puppy made a mess of the bedroom, and I screamed at the top of my lungs to throw that beast out immediately.

My youngest sister Seiri, who was particularly fond of the animals Lilia brought, tried to stop me but got scared instead and hid behind mother’s skirt.

When Lilia found Seiri crying and tried to comfort her, Seiri raised her voice even higher and whined.

“Sister Lilia said people who hate animals are bad people! Then is second sister a bad person?”

I don’t know how Lilia comforted the sobbing Seiri. I was so fed up with all that noise that I locked my bedroom door.

I had no particular interest in things that couldn’t communicate, couldn’t accurately convey my intentions, and therefore couldn’t be perfectly controlled.

When Lilia brought home puppies and everyone went on about how pitiful or cute they were, I alone showed no interest.

It would be more accurate to say I wasn’t interested rather than that I disliked animals. However, that doesn’t mean I don’t find them cute. I especially recognize the cuteness of babies.

In fact, I’m not as heartless toward baby animals as Seiri shouted. I simply wish for appropriate control and management for the environment.

And the current environment is clearly the wild. So even uncontrolled situations don’t particularly annoy me.

[You little ones need to be polite to daddy’s friend!]

Despite Father Eagle’s stern scolding, the eaglets covered in gray down kept chirping at me. They made indecipherable sounds like “wowa,” “uwa,” and “kiya.”

Maybe their language development is lacking because they’re babies. Since they didn’t seem like conversation partners, I just nodded appropriately. Even that alone made the eaglets flutter excitedly.

[By the way, I never thought I’d see Anelli again! If I’d known you were coming, I would have caught a plump fox!]

“…She probably couldn’t have eaten it anyway.”

I smiled awkwardly and looked around carefully. Where I was sitting was the Eagle’s Nest, built on a stone carved inward on the slope of a rocky mountain.

Throughout the steep slopes of this rocky mountain were nests of birds of prey, and I was told the wyvern lived in a cave at the very bottom of this rocky mountain. The one who dropped me off here had immediately returned to his cave.

Who would have thought monster habitats and birds of prey nests would be gathered on one rocky mountain.

The wyvern I met at the cliffs was very happy to see me and even told me about Father Eagle’s recent situation, who happened to live nearby.

He kindly offered to deliver news of me to the eagle if I wanted. He seemed quite pleased with the small monster habitat I had told him about before.

I decided to tell him about a new small monster habitat, and the wyvern gladly accepted my proposal and carried me here.

Of course, I didn’t come all the way here owing the wyvern a favor just to see Father Eagle. But now that we met again, it was truly nice to see him.

[I wondered who the bold human was invading Elder Brother’s territory, but it was Anelli!]

“If I’d known you were here, I should have brought some meat.”

Especially with so many kids. It must be hard work feeding them all.

[Oh, my wife just arrived! Honey! This is the friend I told you about!]

Father Eagle flapped his wings and called to someone. Then a massive eagle with fierce eyes flew over next to Father Eagle.

[Ah, that human friend?]

[Yes! Isn’t my wife really beautiful?]

I corrected my earlier thought. Father Eagle probably wouldn’t have much trouble.

Mother Eagle, who had a much more imposing and massive build than Father Eagle, looked like she could catch four or five rabbits right now. Such a reliable presence.

[Thank you for playing with our immature husband, human friend.]

“No, I received a lot of help. But…”

The nest was large and spacious. It was messy with eagle feathers and reeked strongly of animal smell, but it was big enough that there was still room even with me sitting there.

However, no matter how much I looked around, I couldn’t find what I was looking for.

“I happened to hear from Elder Brother Wyvern earlier that you recently discovered something and are taking care of it?”

Mother Eagle responded to my cautious question.

[Oh, you must mean the one in the cave. The headless one!]

Yes, this was exactly what the wyvern had told me about.

The forest near the cliffs was his territory, so normally most monsters wouldn’t approach, but a few days ago an injured Dura’han suddenly appeared in the forest.

He was about to eat it when Father Eagle said he’d take care of it, so he let it live, but then he heard another Dura’han had appeared and came to check.

I secretly breathed a sigh of relief when he said he was going to nip it in the bud, thinking the Dura’han were coming to steal his territory.

Thank goodness the wyvern had a good memory. I almost would have faced the wyvern’s attack right off the bat as he tried to protect his territory.

[Oh, that one? It reminded me of our kids, so I’ve been taking care of it. The young one was badly injured.]

[Right, that little monster. If we’d left it in the forest, it would have become food for the crow flock.]

[The crow flock is too scared to come to this rocky mountain, so I brought it here.]

But a little monster? It would have become food for the crow flock?

“The monster I’m talking about is a Dura’han?”

[Yes, that’s right! It was a Dura’han at first!]

“…At first?”

[Yes!]

“Then what about now?”

[Now it’s a baby!]

…Do Dura’han have babies too?

I was about to ask for an explanation but just stood up instead. It would probably be faster to see for myself than to listen. It was swift action driven by that thought.

And I immediately regretted it. Ah, this was a rocky mountain.

“Sorry, but could you ask Elder Brother Wyvern to move me to where that monster is?”

I have no choice. I’ll have to give up one more piece of small monster habitat information.

Halfway up the rocky mountain was a short cave just big enough for one person to walk into. Since it was injured, this small cave was probably chosen to prevent dangerous intruders in advance.

The only puzzling thing was how a Dura’han could fit in such a cave.

[The injured one is fierce! Be careful, Anelli!]

With Father Eagle’s encouragement, I carefully went inside.

“Are you there?”

Because I was standing at the entrance, no light reached inside. I couldn’t sense any presence from the dark interior. I strained my eyes as much as possible.

No matter how much my eyesight had improved, there were limits to distinguishing things in darkness. The interior didn’t seem very deep, but I couldn’t see anything in particular.

“Hello?”

The cave remained silent. I held my breath completely and focused on sounds. In the somewhat dry air, I could hear something’s short, rough breathing.

“Knight of the Round Table? The headless Dura’han? That’s you, right?”

As I randomly blurted out the expressions Nadab had used with me, I heard something moving from straight ahead.

I stopped my advancing body and stared ahead with tense eyes.

[You are…]

A weak, trailing voice echoed inside the cave. I twisted my body to create a gap so light could reach inside.

At the end of the long beam of light, I saw black claws. Black fur above that. And even black eyes.

[…Captain?]

There was a sob in the voice. The one who recognized me revealed itself in the light. Black, very black.

[Captain…]

It was a sparrow. A sparrow looking up at me with glistening eyes, smaller than my palm.

…Since when do sparrows grow up to become Dura’han?

I stood there speechless, and the sparrow hopped toward me. It tried to flap its wings but flinched and folded them, so it seemed the injured part was its wing.

The distance between me standing and the sparrow on the ground was too far for conversation, so I bent down. When I cupped my palms together and held them out, the sparrow looked back and forth between my face and palms before hopping over again.

I didn’t even need both palms. This tiny sparrow fit perfectly in one of my hands.

[I am Jigol, the twelfth knight who wanders searching for his lost head.]

“Mm…”

[I’m sorry for not showing you my worth as a knight. I can’t fly because my wing is injured…]

“What…”

[Now that I’ve met the Captain, I’ll recover faster. I’ll heal quickly and fly on my own!]

“Sorry for interrupting while you were talking.”

I finally cut into Jigol’s words. The chattering black beak obediently closed.

A sparrow curled up in a ball on my palm, looking up at me intently.

Even though I hadn’t lived with any particular affection for animals, it was a scene that made my heart flutter somehow.

Such unexpectedly lethal cuteness. What is this.

“…You’re really a Dura’han?”

[Yes! I am a proud Knight of the Round Table! I knew the Captain had awakened, but I couldn’t come find you because I have no head!]

Right, I see. This sparrow sitting on my palm with an injured wing is a Dura’han.

“Then you must be transformed into this form too?”

[Yes, that’s right! With this small, swift body, I can scout enemies faster than anyone! Of course, I can do everything else well too!]

No, whatever I ask him to do, it would feel like I’m bullying a child, so I don’t think I’d want to.

[But is there another Knight besides me? Have you met another Knight? Is there a Knight who met the Captain before I did?]

Those dark, sparrow-like eyes grew moist again. Really, this was unbearable. It would have been better if I had met him in his Dura’han form first and then seen him transform!

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