Don’t Look for the Resurrected Villainess - Chapter 37

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Chapter 37

Samuel ran his hand over the back of his neck. There were no scars on his skin, sticky with cold sweat.

Today’s nightmare was about having his throat cut.

“Is this a divine revelation?”

I’ve never seen God give revelations in this manner.

The high priest who receives direct oracles said he hears God’s voice. Sometimes it comes in the form of dreams, but then the dreams are vivid and clearly remembered.

Something that leaves only vague sensations before disappearing couldn’t be God’s revelation.

Then what on earth is this?

Samuel shifted his gaze to the distant sky. Breathing in the cold air gradually cleared his drowsy mind.

There would be no point lying back down on the bed to sleep more. It might be better to move up the schedule and depart early.

His gaze naturally fixed on a particular direction. The place where he thought Anelli would be.

It was a vague sensation, but it was always perfectly accurate. This incomprehensible feeling was something he was experiencing for the first time.

He was sensitive to and quite good at detecting divine power, but the presence he felt from Anelli was somewhat different from that.

Being able to locate her so precisely like this – perhaps it’s because finding her is his destiny. That’s the only guess he could make.

No, actually there’s no need to explain it with such a grandiose word as destiny.

These nightmares had begun in earnest after Anelli’s resurrection, so perhaps his connection with her runs deeper than expected.

He closed the window. Since Anelli moved in completely unpredictable ways, if he slacked off even a little, she would quickly distance herself.

So he had to move several times more diligently than her.

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Faint dawn light seeped in through the curtainless window.

It wasn’t bright enough to wake me up. What woke me was the sound of tapping on the window. I raised my heavy body and opened the window in a half-drowsy state.

Cold dawn air splashed across my face.

[Captain?]

As soon as I opened the door, I heard some unfamiliar man’s voice.

[Ah, I’ve finally met the Captain! How moving this is!]

I yawned while staring blankly at the empty air. I could see dew forming on the weeds nearby.

Right on time.

[How much I’ve looked forward to meeting the Captain! This Tristan is simply overwhelmed with emotion!]

I was rubbing my eyes and about to close the window again when an urgent voice continued.

[Wait, wait a moment! Captain!]

“What, didn’t you come in?”

If I opened it for you, you should hurry in.

I mumbled in a voice still heavy with sleep, wondering if it was properly conveyed, when something flew in from outside the window making a whirring sound.

[Captain, may I offer my greetings?]

“Yeah.”

I yawned loudly again and closed the window. As I rubbed my arms that had quickly grown cold, black smoke began rising from the center of the room.

The black smoke soon shot up to the ceiling, and then a black horse’s head appeared first.

Oh wait, hold on.

“Get off the horse quickly…!”

[Oh my!]

Oh no. It’s already too late.

Along with a resounding scream, there was a cracking sound from the ceiling. Dirt and some wood fragments came tumbling down from above.

[Ugh, I’ve shown you an embarrassing sight.]

The moment the heavy armor settled on the floor, there was another sound of something breaking from the floor.

Wait, Nadab transformed just fine earlier, so why is this guy so clumsy?

“Stop breaking things.”

At this rate, you’ll wake up everyone in this house.

[Ugh, I’m sorry. It’s been a while since I returned to my true form, so I miscalculated.]

The Dura’han scratched his nonexistent back of the head and bowed repeatedly. The room was somewhat destroyed, but thanks to that, I was completely awake.

[The eleventh knight wandering in search of his lost head, Tristan offers his greetings.]

Tristan in heavy armor greeted me with a serious voice and knelt on one knee. With a thud, this time the wooden floor caved in.

It’s really fortunate this is the first floor. At least I don’t have to worry about falling through a hole in the floor.

I cleared my throat and loosened my hoarse voice while examining the floor with displeasure. Then I carefully observed the Dura’han.

“You’re the Dura’han who found me using bumblebees, right?”

[Yes, that’s correct! My circumstances didn’t allow me to move directly, so I borrowed the power of other creatures. But now that I’ve met the Captain, I can fulfill my role!]

“I see. But you did end things properly with the queen bee before coming, right?”

[Pardon?]

“There was a bumblebee that came complaining at length that the entire swarm almost got caught up in romantic disputes because of you.”

I even stayed up late last night listening to those complaints.

Later, even when I tried to push him away telling him to leave, he wouldn’t go and kept lamenting his situation. How troublesome it was.

At my question, Tristan stiffened and remained silent for a long time. Then he carefully began to speak.

[I did receive some cooperation, but to call it romantic disputes to the extent that I…]

Slam!

“Lady Anelli, what is the meaning of this!”

[Is that Tristan! Captain! You mustn’t be swayed by Tristan’s appearance!]

[Barging into the Captain’s bedroom so suddenly! Did I raise you to be like this, Tristan!]

[An intruder? Are you alright, brave human?]

The door burst open and noisy voices came pouring in.

Jeon, who was the first to rush into the room, discovered the Dura’han kneeling before me and shuddered in horror.

And Jigol and Nadab in animal forms seemed to recognize Tristan and poured out words rapidly.

Even though I only half-listened because they spoke so fast, I could understand the content. The two were scolding Tristan for having promiscuous relationships with the opposite sex even after becoming a Dura’han.

And amidst this commotion, Nesi assessed the situation with extremely rational eyes and said to me calmly.

[If it’s not dangerous, I’ll sleep a bit more.]

“…Yeah, go back to sleep quickly.”

The embarrassment was mine to bear.

By the time the situation was somewhat sorted out, dawn had already broken.

And in the process of sorting things out, I learned information I wasn’t particularly curious about – that Tristan had somewhat open relationships with the opposite sex due to his handsome appearance in life.

It seemed these Dura’han were recovering memories of the past as they met more comrades.

Thanks to this, now instead of just vaguely saying that the captain would restore their light, they were also gradually recalling episodes from their past.

At this point, gathering ten Dura’han seems better than wandering around looking for materials with no idea where to start searching.

If I quickly gather all ten, they’ll probably remember how they came to make me their captain.

“Insects can enter the separate space dimension too, right?”

“…I’ll ask.”

Gaunt-faced Jeon now nodded without finding any particular fault. If I’d known he’d be this cooperative, I should have been honest from the start.

“Just one bumblebee, right? You’re not planning to bring in the entire swarm, are you? Like putting in the whole hive.”

“Yeah. He said he parted well with the queen bee.”

“Parted… I see. He’s quite a capable Dura’han in many ways.”

I think so too.

Listening carefully, it wasn’t just one swarm he interfered with – fights broke out as he went back and forth between several queen bees.

It seems the transformed Tristan was quite popular among the bumblebees.

Nadab and Jigol expressed relief that it was fortunate Tristan didn’t have his head.

No matter how handsome he might be, I don’t think I’d be swayed, but with such an uproarious reaction, I was curious.

Wanting to find a head just to see what a Dura’han looks like. I feel self-loathing for having such ridiculous motivation, but well…

Anyway, just the fact that I briefly considered finding his head would be good news for the Dura’han.

“Oh, and about the house repair costs.”

“Not enough?”

“No, it’s too much.”

“Tell them to keep the change.”

“Yes, I thought you’d say that.”

The owner was horrified seeing the lodging damaged here and there, but quickly calmed down when I presented the money pouch. Jeon, who had criticized me for materialism, looked dismayed at this scene, but seemed relieved that it could pass without major incident.

I don’t understand why he’s always so distrustful when he’s already seen the power of gold coins several times.

After resolving several issues like the lodging repair costs and Tristan’s sudden joining, we were only able to depart from the lodging when it became midday.

Since Tristan, being a bumblebee, is an insect and barely gives off any aura as a monster, there was nothing else we needed to do for him.

Jigol, who had been eagerly preparing to tease ribbon-wearing Tristan, sighed in disappointment, and Tristan was also disappointed that he wouldn’t be wearing a ribbon on his cute body.

Every time a Dura’han member increases by one, I can’t even imagine how much more of a spectacle the next one to appear will be. It’s getting scary.

“By the way, the city seems noisy. It wasn’t like this yesterday.”

“Did monsters appear again last night?”

But the city people’s expressions are too bright for that to be the case.

With an uneasy feeling, I briefly looked around and saw Tristan in bumblebee form hanging above Jigol’s head.

At this size, he’d be perfect for floating among people and secretly listening to conversations.

“Tristan. Can you go collect some of the talk from the people around here?”

[You’ve given me my first order! This Tristan is ready to carry out Captain’s commands with all my heart and soul at any time!]

“We’re going to the flower farm outside the city now. Gather information and come there.”

[Yes, understood!]

With a resounding buzz, Tristan flapped his wings vigorously. A black dot shimmered in front of me for a moment before flying off somewhere.

[If my wings were intact, I would have done better! Please definitely let me do it next time, Captain!]

Jigol puffed up his feathers and trembled with indignation as he cried out. Nadab scolded Jigol, telling him to stop pulling at his mane with his claws.

‘Even if Jigol’s wings were healthy, I think I would have given this task to Tristan anyway.’

There’s no need to tell him that much.

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