Don’t Look for the Resurrected Villainess - Chapter 35

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Chapter 35

“You could sell that information anywhere and make a tidy profit.”

“Before that, the Dura’han’s sword would take my head. I can’t even resurrect, so what kind of dog’s death would that be? Now that I know, please get rid of that Dura’han. At this rate, he’ll destroy all the furniture.”

Nadab, who had been crouched with his massive body in the already cramped house after transforming, made an aggrieved expression.

Though Nadab probably didn’t intend it, at this rate he might not only destroy everything in this lodging but also punch a hole in the ceiling.

When my permission was given, Nadab transformed back into horse form. In the spot where the Dura’han had briefly appeared and disappeared, there was now debris everywhere.

“If you’ve satisfied all your curiosity, I’m going out now.”

“The Dura’han that appeared in this city… surely that’s also your… subordinate?”

“I’ll have to meet them to know for sure, but there’s a possibility.”

Jeon rubbed his face wearily with dry hands.

“What kind of unit are you trying to make with Dura’hans? No, still, Dura’hans are better than ghosts. Should I say Dura’hans are better, or should I pray it’s just a ghost instead…?”

Oh dear, it seems to be quite a shock. I looked at him with pitying eyes and casually said.

“I’ll be back, so clean up the house.”

“What? The one who broke things was that Dura’han, so why should I clean up?”

“I’m leaving Nadab behind, so you’ll be cleaning together, won’t you?”

“…Please just leave quickly.”

See, I knew you’d say that.

* * *

Even though they had stopped preparing for the festival, it wasn’t completely canceled, so unfinished event supplies and decorations were scattered throughout the city.

‘That one looks like they stopped painting it halfway through.’

Looking at the half-made garland gave me a strange feeling.

Originally, I would have been very busy during this time. It was because large-scale festivals were held in the capital as well.

The harvest festival was one of the events where the imperial family personally appeared before the empire’s citizens to give thanks for a bountiful year and pray for future prosperity. Naturally, banquets were held continuously at the Imperial Palace as well.

To coincide with the harvest festival, nobles were obligated to contribute large sums to the Imperial Palace. The Roam Family was no exception.

Adding the tribute money for this event to the magical tool receipts I had sent would result in enormous expenditures.

‘No matter how great the Roam Family is, they won’t have the mental capacity to worry about me for a while.’

During harvest festival season, I had focused not only on the Roam Family’s banquets but also on overseeing Imperial Palace banquets alongside Her Majesty the Empress.

Since it was a festival that stirred the entire empire, incidents and accidents were likely to occur. To finish the events without problems, the social circles had to be regulated.

Lilia is probably doing that work now. Since Her Majesty the Empress liked her, she would be keeping her close and teaching her during this event as well.

‘Looking back, that girl often acted pitiful and waited for others to do things for her rather than taking initiative.’

Maxel couldn’t bear to see Lilia sick and struggling. He’s probably by her side right now, lovingly attending to her convenience.

I stroked Nadab’s mane habitually and let out a long sigh.

How would Maxel have reacted if I had whined like Lilia? If I had acted weak or pretended not to know things?

A pointless laugh escaped at the sudden thought.

“Acting weak, pretending not to know…”

Rolling the words around in my mouth automatically gave me chills. Me doing such things?

It was obvious I couldn’t have done such things because of my pride. Rather, I might have pretended to know things even when I didn’t.

[Captain, it definitely seems to be one of the knights!]

Jigol’s resounding cry was heard. I shook off my thoughts and quickly looked around. It was a quiet alley.

“Do you sense something?”

[There’s a faintly remaining aura!]

[Jigol’s senses were excellent, so you can trust him.]

[That’s right! I was the most sensitive among the twelve knights!]

That statement does seem to be true.

Nadab couldn’t find Jigol’s traces before, and he’s not sensing any particular traces this time either.

Even though they were all Dura’hans and knights who had lost their heads, their abilities seemed different.

“Do you think they’re still in this city?”

[I think we need to look around more. I can’t be certain.]

If his wings were intact, he could have flown around and checked more quickly, but Jigol hung his head dejectedly, saying he was sorry he couldn’t do that.

Jigol, who had curled up in Nadab’s mane, looked up at me with black eyes.

“No. This is enough.”

At this point, I’m even hoping that Jigol’s true form isn’t terrifying.

I wish his true form could retain the cuteness he has as a sparrow. That’s probably too much to hope for, right?

“Let’s keep following.”

Nadab, carrying me and Jigol, was walking diligently in the direction Jigol pointed.

Since the two of them were working together and doing well on their own, I had nothing particular to do. As encouragement, I patted Nadab’s neck and looked around at the city scenery again.

For a place that was supposed to be ominous due to some ghost or Dura’han, it wasn’t particularly gloomy.

It might be because of the buildings that were half-decorated in various colors. Or maybe it was because sunlight entered the alley well.

[Huh?]

Jigol suddenly made a puzzled sound. At the same time, Nadab also stopped walking.

Seeing both of them react simultaneously like this, could there be a Dura’han nearby?

I quickly looked around for any animal that could be presumed to be a Dura’han. Aside from noise coming from beyond the buildings, I didn’t particularly sense any animal presence.

[Huh?]

Jigol pecked at Nadab’s crown with his beak. As if that was a signal, Nadab moved his legs that had stopped.

The place they were heading toward was the exterior wall of a nearby building.

“Do you sense it from inside this building?”

[No, that’s not it.]

[Huh? That’s strange. Nadab, do you sense it too?]

[Yes.]

Just in case, Nadab let me down and approached the building’s exterior wall with Jigol on his head. At the bottom of the exterior wall, there were bright flower pots placed.

Nadab brought his muzzle toward the flower pots. Then he began rummaging through the flowers with his nose tip. Jigol was still repeatedly saying it was strange.

Nadab, who had been sticking his nose in the flower pot, suddenly jerked his head up sharply.

[Ack!]

Startled, Nadab reared up on his front legs. With that force, the flower pot shattered miserably with a thud.

“Nadab?”

[Ah! That’s him, Captain!]

Jigol, who was desperately clinging to Nadab’s violently shaking mane with his claws, shouted frantically.

[That bee has traces of our knight on it!]

“…Bee?”

Only then did I hear the buzzing of wings among the noise. Something like a black dot was buzzing and flying in circles in front of me.

It was literally a bee. It was a large bee with a black body and yellow tinge toward the tail, with impressively plump and fluffy fur.

[What!]

A sharp voice was heard. It wasn’t Nadab’s voice, nor Jigol’s voice.

[Are you guys after the honey too!]

Wow, I can communicate with insects too?

…This crazy ability.

* * *

Conversing with insects was somewhat different from animals or monsters. Not only was the voice itself small, but if I didn’t concentrate, I would often miss the content of their speech entirely.

The reason I hadn’t heard insect voices until now seemed to be because I hadn’t concentrated on hearing their voices. Even when I’m on high alert, it’s this hard to hear.

There was no time to be moved by the new discovery that I could communicate with insects.

The fact that the bee had traces of a knight on it meant that the Dura’han we found this time transforms into a bee.

And into such a plump bumblebee at that.

Just how is this world supposed to work?

[You’re the captain that guy was looking for!]

According to this bumblebee’s testimony, the Dura’han who had transformed into a bumblebee had different behavior from the other knights before.

He didn’t just wait for me to find him, but made efforts to widely announce his existence by recruiting nearby bumblebee swarms.

He believed that if he had the bumblebees carry his aura and sent them everywhere, I would react from anywhere.

…Wait, even if he transformed into a bumblebee, his true form is a Dura’han, so how could he recruit other bumblebee swarms?

As if knowing my question, the bumblebee spoke.

[Our queen has fallen for that guy! Because of him, we almost went to war with other swarms! Hurry up and take him away!]

Ah, so you lured out the queen bee.

[…I think I know who it is, Captain.]

[Me too, Captain….]

Hearing Nadab and Jigol’s dismayed voices made me feel equally dismayed.

Do I really have to take in this bumblebee Dura’han? Should I just pretend I didn’t see it and move on?

[I sent a signal to my comrades, so they’ll come here!]

It seems it’s already too late to quietly escape.

I looked down at the bumblebee with distaste and reluctantly nodded. The bumblebee continued ranting about some unknown Dura’han for quite a while after that.

What a sight – a human, a horse, and a sparrow putting their heads together to listen to a bumblebee’s words.

I’d be lucky if no passerby reports that a crazy person has appeared.

“How long will it take for them to get here?”

[Probably when the morning dew forms?]

“It takes that long? Weren’t they nearby?”

[That guy is at home!]

Then is the Dura’han spotted in this city a different one?

I was about to return to the lodging with the bumblebee when I paused at this newly emerged possibility. No, maybe they were just spotted going back and forth from the hive.

Surely I wouldn’t encounter two Dura’han here?

“Hey there, miss!”

Lost in thought, I quickly raised my head at the sudden call. Someone was standing with their hands on their hips, looking at me.

“Did you make this flower pot like this, miss?”

What he was pointing at was the flower pot that Nadab had smashed with his hooves. The petals were trampled by the hooves and damaged beyond repair.

Oh no. I should have run away quickly.

“My horse got startled after being stung by a bee.”

[I’m sorry, Captain….]

Nadab, with his swollen nose bridge, hung his head dejectedly.

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