Don’t Look for the Resurrected Villainess - Chapter 34

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Chapter 34

“Your Highness the Crown Prince!”

Maxel, who had been standing in front of his desk lost in thought, glanced up slightly.

The one who had burst open the study door was his aide who had been in the meeting room with him just moments ago. If he was rushing in like this, forgetting all protocol, it meant he must be carrying very urgent news.

“Your Highness, another monster has appeared!”

“At the Grand Temple?”

“No, this time it’s Freya. A Dura’han appeared, and they let it escape.”

Freya was a region unrelated to monster habitats. Maxel frowned as he accepted the paper his aide had brought.

“The harvest festival is coming soon, but the people are anxious because of the monster and rumors are spreading badly. Everyone is whispering that the gods are angry because the Resurrected One was kidnapped.”

Freya was the region where the Empire’s largest harvest festival was held. It was a region with symbolic meaning different from the capital, so stabilizing the people’s hearts here was extremely important.

Maxel clicked his tongue softly as he looked down at the paper with a frown.

“Open a warp gate and contact them. I’ll go there personally to encourage them.”

“There’s no need for you to go personally. Just a communication orb contact would be…”

“Freya is a region far from the capital, so they’ll only believe they’re safe if I show my face directly. What could be more certain proof than the Crown Prince visiting in person?”

Dura’han. Maxel stared at the letters written on the paper for a long time.

When Anelli went missing last time, she said the monster that kidnapped her was definitely a headless knight.

Could this Dura’han also be related to her?

* * *

Hoping there might be something wrong with my hearing, I asked again.

“What appeared?”

“A Dura’han.”

Happily but sadly, my hearing was perfectly normal.

After standing speechless for a moment, I nodded calmly.

Glancing at Nadab who was pretending to be an ordinary horse and Jigol sitting on his head, they too seemed flustered and were whispering among themselves. They looked equally clueless.

Then could this be a Dura’han that’s actually just a monster, not a knight?

“But actually, there are also rumors that it’s not a Dura’han but a headless ghost.”

Jeon, who had heard all sorts of rumors from the marketplace, shuddered as he relayed the information to me.

“I’d rather it be a Dura’han. A headless ghost, really. What kind of talk is that in such a decent city?”

With the appearance of something unknown—whether monster or ghost—the atmosphere in this city had become quite subdued.

Normally it should be bustling with the harvest festival period approaching, but although there were many people on the streets, there was no trace of the characteristic festival atmosphere.

They said everyone was busy returning home once the sun set to avoid encountering whatever it was, monster or ghost. Despite being quite a large city, the night streets were quiet and desolate.

“We’re leaving first thing tomorrow, right?”

“You don’t know if it’s a Dura’han or a ghost?”

“Yes.”

What if it’s a knight who lost his head? At this point, it’s practically the same as showing up in front of me asking to be taken in.

“Did it appear within this city?”

“They won’t say exactly. Some people say it was in a city alley, others say it was outside the city wall. Because of that, festival preparations have been completely suspended. It seems Holy Knights will be dispatched from the Temple soon to assess the situation.”

“This city should have a temple too, right?”

“Not every temple has knights with divine power. That’s why we need to leave here quickly. There’s no need to stay in the same city for no reason.”

Jeon shook his head, saying I always bring trouble wherever I go. Though it wasn’t intentional, since there was a high possibility it was related to me, I tolerated his grumbling. Instead, I pondered how to handle this situation.

The Freya region was an area that revolved around three main cities.

This city I’m in is the smallest of the three cities and could be called the entrance to the region.

If the Dura’han is currently in this city, it would be better to make contact quickly. It would be terrible if the Holy Knights came and exorcised the Dura’han.

“Alright.”

“You really understand?”

“Yes.”

“Then why are you putting your coat back on?”

“I suddenly have something to take care of.”

We had rented lodging as soon as we entered the city, and luckily we were able to rent an entire house that could accommodate both Nadab and Nesi.

We had been happy that we wouldn’t need to jostle with inn guests and watch our behavior, but now I had to go out anyway. It was truly regrettable.

“Lady Anelli.”

Just as I was thinking I should ride Nadab and look around the city, Jeon called me with a serious voice.

“I was trying not to pay attention to this usually.”

“You can keep not paying attention.”

“How can I keep not paying attention? We’re clearly traveling companions! I really tried to pretend I didn’t know, but are you going out now because of the Dura’han?”

Instead of answering, I stared at Jeon intently. He roughly tousled his hair with his hands while sighing deeply.

“The animals you brought as your so-called subordinates are actually monsters too, aren’t they?”

[Captain! I’ll silence him!]

[Captain, just give the order.]

[This weak male is a member of my pack. If you threaten this male, our temporary alliance will be broken. I will not overlook you.]

Jigol, Nadab, and Nesi glared at each other while making their respective sounds.

Jeon has no idea what kind of commotion his single comment has caused.

“Nadab, Jigol. Quiet.”

Nadab, who had been acting tough, was the first to become calm. Then Nesi, who had been baring her teeth, also subdued her aggression.

Jigol was still squawking… but sadly, neither Nadab nor Nesi paid any attention to Jigol. Even from my perspective, Jigol’s cries weren’t very threatening.

Jigol was still a weak Dura’han who couldn’t even return to his true form because his injuries hadn’t fully healed.

Anyway, once the animals quieted down, the atmosphere became suitable for conversation again. I crossed my arms and asked calmly.

“So what are you trying to say?”

“It’s dangerous to keep increasing the number of monsters. I don’t know how those guys happen to follow you so obediently, but do you know how dangerous monsters are as creatures? At the very least, I’d feel more at ease if my magic seal was released, but right now we’re too defenseless.”

“I told you. They’re my subordinates.”

“How can monsters be subordinates? From what I can see, you haven’t even formed a subordinate relationship through contracts…”

Jeon, who had been lamenting as he spoke, suddenly narrowed his eyes.

“Could it be some kind of sacred power? The Resurrected One’s ability? Or a divine blessing? Can you control all the monsters in the world?”

“I can’t control them.”

Why does everyone think that being with monsters means controlling them? Samuel said the same thing. Can’t they think of it as simple interaction and friendship?

As I glared at Jeon with displeasure, I pondered for a moment. Right before I was beheaded, I had concluded that I really had no eye for people.

Just because I died and came back to life doesn’t mean this insight would have improved, so it would still be the same. But based on what I’ve observed while traveling together, Jeon is still…

Still, he seems different from those I knew before I died, I think. Since I’ve decided to stay together for a while anyway, I need to reassure him.

Most importantly, since he’s already noticed Nadab and Jigol’s true identities, there’s no need to play hide and seek.

“These guys follow me around because they like me.”

“…Excuse me?”

“They’re volunteering to act as my subordinates.”

Jeon looked back and forth between me and the animals with a dumbfounded expression.

“Then how do you control them…”

“I’m the captain. If they’re subordinates, they should naturally follow their captain’s orders.”

“That’s your answer?”

“What more do you need?”

It’s simple logic. These guys think of me as their captain, so they follow my orders.

Of course, if you say it’s worrying because there’s no coercion, I can understand that feeling.

“These guys want something from me. They firmly believe I’ll fulfill it for them. So you don’t need to worry about problems arising.”

“What do they want?”

Jeon asked while glancing at Nadab and Jigol. Nadab has only shown gentle behavior so far, so I don’t know what’s so suspicious.

Yet he says whatever he wants to me, someone whose head was severed and reattached.

“Nadab, release your transformation.”

Jigol moved to my palm. Nadab trembled his body without complaint, and pitch-black smoke swirled around his body. Then, with the sound of the wooden ceiling creaking, Nadab’s massive true form was revealed.

The house that had no problem accommodating even a horse just moments ago suddenly became cramped due to a single Dura’han.

“As you can see, he has no head, so… Jeon?”

Jeon, who had been staring at Nadab with pale eyes, slowly turned to look at me. His face was full of shock.

“He was a Dura’han?”

“…You didn’t know?”

He asked me earlier if I was going out because of the Dura’han, so I thought he had naturally figured it out.

“You’ve been traveling with a Dura’han all this time… No, wait. Then that sparrow too…?”

Come to think of it, Jeon was shuddering earlier, going on about headless ghosts.

And right now Nadab is a Dura’han, but a headless Dura’han. Even though he’s a monster, he would look no different from a ghost.

Standing askew and quietly watching Jeon, I asked with a gentle smile.

“Want me to show you?”

“No! That’s fine!”

“If you’re curious about how terrifyingly Jigol looks, just say so.”

[Boss, thank you for acknowledging my power!]

Ugh, I almost lost my composure at Jigol’s sudden interruption and shouting.

“No, I don’t want to know any more. This is enough.”

Jeon, with his pale complexion, desperately shook his head while holding his forehead.

“What kind of transformation does a Dura’han… no. Never mind. It’s better not to know.”

“I think it’s already too late.”

“I don’t know anything. To think the revived one turned out to be the leader of the Dura’han, what use is knowing something like this? I know nothing.”

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