Don’t Look for the Resurrected Villainess - Chapter 3

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Chapter 3

A divine oracle is the word of God proclaimed throughout the realm. There must be no falsehood in its delivery, it must not be monopolized, and it must never be doubted.

This meant that the ridiculous blessing I had received was now known throughout the realm. The chosen one resurrected by God.

The Temple that had recovered my corpse would naturally claim rights over my custody, and the Roam Family and Royal Court that had abandoned me would also try to summon me back in some way.

Foreign nations, anticipating my disgust with all of this, would also try to make contact through back channels.

The entire future was all too predictable. God said He had sent down a resurrected one because evil was rampant, but in reality, evil would run rampant because of the resurrected one.

“So I have to run away.”

There was only one conclusion. I had no interest whatsoever in whether this world perished or not, and even if evil did run rampant, I had no ability to fight against it.

How could I, who had never once held a sword hilt in my lifetime, fight anything! Moreover, it wasn’t as if powers like magic or holy power had manifested. All I had was monstrous recovery ability and slightly enhanced senses.

A resurrected one? It sounds impressive, but isn’t it really just the same as being undead?

Isn’t this just being revived as a monster? I didn’t have such a noble heart that I would want to protect this world even after becoming a monster.

“I’m sorry, but you chose wrong.”

Muttering words that would receive no answer into the air, I pondered ways to escape.

Everyone working at the Temple were all clergy members. Though there might be differences in rank, they were all the same in that they had sworn obedience to God and reported ultimately to the High Priest.

If I carelessly revealed my intention to escape, I would instead lose the freedom I currently had.

Oh God, you should have given me proper abilities instead of useless recovery power. If I had at least manifested magic, I could have immediately destroyed these high walls and left.

[Huh? What are you?]

That’s when I met Squirrel.

[My acorns! My acorns have disappeared!]

Perhaps considering my emotional stability, the Temple had assigned me a luxurious first-floor room connected to a small garden with a terrace.

Though there were no large old trees in the garden suitable for hanging myself, it was modestly decorated with pretty flowers.

Squirrel appeared there.

“What, who sent you?”

At first I thought it was magic. I thought someone from outside had sent a person to make contact with me. But looking closely, this squirrel kept singing only about acorns.

[You stole my acorns, didn’t you? Give them back right now!]

Squirrel charged at me pathetically. Instead of running away with its swift body, it fussed around demanding I return the acorns, and after exchanging words a few times, I realized.

Ah, this is really an animal.

I can communicate with animals now.

That was the first real ‘awakening of strange power’ I experienced after my resurrection.

“Isn’t there anywhere I could seek help?”

All the allies I had made so far were animals. Though I had experienced some struggles and failures, they were much better than humans.

Squirrel especially made remarkable contributions to stealing Temple treasures. Since I found its acorn storage, it repaid me by hiding small treasures in its mouth and bringing them to me.

[When is that fierce eagle coming?]

The eagle Squirrel mentioned was also a fellow I met at the Temple. I discovered it when it came to eat Squirrel and quickly lured it away, though because of that fellow I had to make strange excuses to the priests to get raw meat.

But in return, Eagle made the Temple chaotic, and I was able to find gaps to escape, so it wasn’t useless suffering.

“Who knows.”

When I said I wanted to leave this city, Eagle said it knew a big brother and went off somewhere.

Was it expecting to eat fresh raw meat again if it helped this time? If it does help, I’m certainly willing to get all kinds of precious raw meat for it…

Sitting by the window looking down outside through the curtains, I suddenly froze.

“What, that guy.”

How did he find this place so directly?

[Aneli?]

Moving away from the window and immediately drawing the curtains, I looked back at Squirrel.

“Hide for now. I’ll get you more acorns later.”

[Okay!]

Confirming Squirrel quickly crawling under the bed, I fidgeted with the ring on my hand.

This rough and crude thing with a black gem was a subspace magical tool.

I had been wearing it since leaving Roam, and though it had the drawback of only being able to store precious metals, since most conveniences could be solved with money anyway, I had swept in the money received from the Temple without much worry.

So currently, it was essentially my entire fortune.

Could there have been tracking magic on the money I swept up then? I heard that sometimes those who fear theft place expensive tracking magic on each gold coin.

Even if that were the case, I had no way to distinguish which coins had magic cast on them. But I couldn’t throw away the money either.

I had already thrown away the entire bag I brought to the previous lodging and moved here, so if I had no money either, I would completely lose the capital to escape.

Or was tracking magic cast on me? But after my resurrection, I had never made contact with any mages.

Amid the confusion, I heard someone’s footsteps from outside the room. The heavy gait had weight to it. There was also the sound of armor chains rubbing together.

Maybe they wouldn’t come to this room…

Knock knock knock.

My breath stopped at the immediate knocking sound. As I stared at the closed door quietly without answering, the knocking came again. I still didn’t answer.

“I know you’re in there.”

The calm voice was familiar. It was definitely the black-haired Knight I met on the street earlier. The very one I had seen outside the window just moments ago.

“I heard you’ve been very confused since awakening. The Temple understands the resurrected one’s confusion, and only hopes you won’t become endangered by this wandering.”

His words weren’t probing. He was certain that I, the resurrected one, was in this room. Then what I needed to know was how he had discovered my location.

After thinking briefly, I stood before the door. If this man had intended to capture me, he would have opened the door long ago, so I could tell he had no intention of forcibly dragging me away.

“If you need more time to organize your thoughts, please do so. However, for safety’s sake, I implore you to at least accept my escort.”

Bang, as I threw open the door, I came face to face with the Knight standing there blankly. I stared straight into his gray eyes.

“Who are you to do this?”

Even at the suddenly opened door, he showed no sign of surprise. Because he already knew I had been standing before the door.

This man was different from other Knights. He was far superior. Probably this man was the one who found me at the previous lodging too.

“Allow me to introduce myself. I am Samuel, who serves God.”

Samuel. It was a name I had heard before. Samuel Bent. Though he was the second son of the Bent Family, he was a man who decided his future at a young age due to the manifestation of powerful holy power.

“That one from the Bent Family…”

“I have long since devoted myself to the Temple. You may call me Samuel Bent.”

Having curtly settled the form of address, he gazed at me steadily.

When I encountered him on the street earlier, I had run away without thinking to look closely, but seeing him like this, he was easily a head taller than me.

Moreover, he was the owner of such a large frame that he filled the open doorway completely. Rather than because of armor, his build seemed naturally large and thick.

Perhaps because of the looking-down posture? His slightly shadowed face looked very cold and arrogant.

While his features were distinct and his lines were bold, his tightly closed lips revealed a stubborn disposition.

In short, his appearance was so inflexible that you couldn’t find any adaptability – he was unmistakably a Knight itself.

“So you’re saying you’re that famous Samuel Bent?”

“…Clergy do not follow worldly surnames.”

The ‘Bent’ I had attached after his name must have been quite disagreeable, as his brow furrowed slightly.

“Did I speak incorrectly about your birth?”

“You spoke correctly.”

“Then I don’t understand why you’re so averse to it when it’s correct.”

“Questioning a clergyman’s birthplace is meaningless. I’m merely correcting you since you seem unfamiliar with Temple culture.”

“What would I need to know Temple culture for?”

“I heard there has been no proper interaction with the Grand Temple since your resurrection. I understand your unfamiliarity due to having no one to help you adapt.”

He completely failed to understand my rebuttal.

Or was deliberately ignoring it.

“…Right, Samuel Bent. Anyway, you’re saying you’re that Knight himself who has those tremendous tracking skills?”

Samuel Bent was the Knight with excellent tracking skills that the Temple always proudly showcased. Something about never having lost a single person he was chasing.

I heard he had been away catching a necromancer who recently escaped from Temple Prison, but it seems they called him back to catch me.

“It’s interesting to meet a Temple celebrity, but what to do? It seems I’m not the person you’re looking for.”

“You cannot deceive me with appearances.”

Despite my smiling evasion, Samuel denied my words with a confident voice.

At least he had recognized that the ‘me’ he met earlier and the current ‘me’ had different appearances.

Meaning the magical tool was working properly…

“How are you so certain of my identity?”

“I cannot fail to recognize the one chosen by God.”

No, there’s definitely something. There’s something I haven’t thought of. I must have made a mistake somewhere and left a clue for this man.

I scrutinized Samuel’s face persistently, hoping to get some hint. However, his impassive expression remained solid as an unyielding rock.

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