Don’t Look for the Resurrected Villainess - Chapter 38

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Chapter 38

We quickly left the city. Actually, I hadn’t planned to bring Jeon along, but when he heard I was going to visit a flower farm, his face lit up and he followed me out.

“I never thought I’d get to visit the Oel Flower Farm. It’s one of the most beautiful attractions in the Freya region! They must have all the flowers in full bloom for the upcoming festival!”

“I didn’t know you liked flowers.”

“Are there people who dislike flowers? Oh, do you perhaps dislike them?”

“I don’t dislike them.”

Though I’m not one to gush over them like Jeon does.

“I thought so. I’ve never seen anyone who didn’t smile when receiving a bouquet.”

“That’s a narrow perspective.”

“No way! The only people who don’t smile when receiving flowers are those with flower allergies, right?”

It felt like I’d be branded a traitor if I said I disliked flowers. At least Jeon really seemed to love flowers. I knew he had a unique sensitivity about him.

Instead of responding to his words, I nodded ambiguously. He was so excited about something that he continued explaining while drawing shapes in the air with his hands.

“Actually, flowers made from water droplets are incredibly beautiful. It’s such a shame I can’t show you.”

“How do you make flowers from water droplets?”

“How else? With magic, of course. You can make them from light too. Though you have to see those at night.”

“…Why waste precious mana on such things?”

At my reaction, which seemed to genuinely not understand, Jeon looked at me with a deflated expression.

“I learned magic to do exactly these kinds of things.”

“You’re joking, right?”

“No, I’m serious.”

I found myself staring at Jeon with my mouth agape. However, Jeon’s eyes were infinitely serious.

[That weak male started practicing drawing flowers in the air as soon as he could handle mana.]

Nesi, who couldn’t stand listening anymore, testified to this shocking anecdote.

My god, did he really learn magic to create flowers? Is he insane?

“Then what kind of magic do you think isn’t a waste of mana, Lady Anelli?”

“…Attack magic, or defense magic, or practical things like warp or appearance-changing magic?”

They said mana was something you were born with, so becoming a mage wasn’t easy. To study at the Magic Tower required a minimum level of talent, and what determined this talent was the state of mana inherent in one’s body.

Even if you passed the Magic Tower’s minimum requirements, the level you could learn varied according to each person’s growth rate.

The higher the floor, the more you’d be recognized as a mage of higher mana and higher rank.

That’s why countless people never reached the top floor of the Magic Tower despite training their entire lives.

A Magic Tower mage, among all those who devoted their lives to study, what? Started magic to bloom flowers? Not to develop grand wide-range magic or aim for the top floor of the Magic Tower?

“I thought all Magic Tower mages were obsessed with research.”

“Do you think the Magic Tower is a place where you succeed just by being good at research?”

Jeon replied sourly and turned his head away. Seeing him purse his lips, it seemed my reaction had hurt his feelings again.

Really, he gets sulky at the drop of a hat, no wonder Nesi always calls him a weak male.

“I think motivations can be diverse. I wasn’t trying to mock you.”

“I know. You just don’t understand.”

Jeon, who had been clicking his tongue and staring into the distance, shrugged and continued speaking.

“I wanted to give someone flowers, but I found out they had a flower allergy. But since I happened to have magical talent, I thought I’d try creating a beautiful flower that was unique in the world using magic.”

“It’s good that you learned how to make them. Did the gift go well?”

At my words, he fell silent for a moment. Then he subtly changed the subject.

“Lady Anelli must have received various bouquets.”

This was the first time Jeon had so blatantly deflected like this.

Seeing his reaction of clearly avoiding personal talk made me feel strange.

No, of course. Anyone wouldn’t want to blabber about their personal stories to just anyone. It’s natural behavior, so there’s no reason to feel strange about it now.

I shifted my gaze forward and replied calmly.

“Yes.”

“I heard nobles plant all kinds of expensive flowers in their gardens and replace them all after just one season. Is that true?”

“There were people like that.”

“I guess having lots of money makes such things trivial.”

“Well, I suppose so.”

With my answer, an awkward silence settled between us.

Maybe I was the only one who felt it was awkward. I didn’t even know why it felt awkward. I just felt a bit uncomfortable inside. Since I couldn’t figure out the reason, I couldn’t find an appropriate reaction to show either.

How long had we traveled with our conversation awkwardly cut off like that? Finally, the sign for the Oel Flower Farm appeared.

The main gate was firmly locked. There was no one guarding it, so getting in wasn’t difficult.

“It would be better if we split up from here. I’ll go take care of my business, so you can look around.”

Leaving Jeon, who nodded saying he understood, I urged Nadab forward.

Once we passed the farm entrance, Jigol began fidgeting as if he wanted to fly immediately. He had sensed something. Moreover, this time it didn’t seem like he was confused like in Tristan’s case.

[They’re definitely here! But something seems unstable…]

“Unstable?”

[Yes. The energy is fluctuating too much and shaking unsteadily.]

“Is it dangerous?”

[It would be best to be careful.]

At Jigol’s warning, my body automatically tensed up. I swallowed dry saliva and slowly looked around.

Flower fragrances washed over me from all directions. Flowers in full bloom of all colors dazzled my vision. It was indeed a sight worthy of being called one of Freya’s famous attractions. If it weren’t for this situation, I would have liked to leisurely walk through the flower fields.

Since there might be a situation where Nadab would need to return to his true form, I decided to get down and walk.

[Don’t worry, I can’t return to my true form, but Nadab will risk his life to protect the captain!]

Jigol arbitrarily wagered Nadab’s life. Nadab didn’t particularly object, but I didn’t like the idea of risking his life.

It would be best not to get into danger in the first place.

I fidgeted with the bracelet on my wrist. Since it was a physical attack shield, I wasn’t sure how effective it would be, but it was better than nothing.

The flower farm was quiet. Only the occasional sound of leaves rustling in the intermittent breeze could be heard.

“That’s strange.”

With flowers in such full bloom, there were no butterflies or bees. No matter how hard I concentrated and listened, I couldn’t hear any insect sounds.

Was it because of the Dura’han? Do insects fear monsters? Since the queen bumblebee was charmed by Tristan, I thought insects didn’t particularly fear monsters.

Even while tilting my head in confusion, I continued forward until I could see the end. After all, no matter how wide it was, it was still a farm with limited grounds.

I had thought I might meet them somewhere in the flower fields, but at least the outdoor area was peaceful and quiet.

Then are they inside that farm building? Though the building looks a bit small for a Dura’han to enter in their form.

As I approached the building, I discovered a greenhouse next to it that I hadn’t seen from afar. The building’s front door was firmly locked.

“…”

I turned my steps toward the greenhouse. Just as I was thinking that the greenhouse door was too small for Nadab in horse form to enter.

[I’ll scout ahead!]

“On foot?”

[I can run with all my might!]

I’m not heartless enough to order a bird with an injured wing to scout by running.

I left Nadab in front of the greenhouse and entered with Jigol on my shoulder. Then, Jigol shouted in an excited voice that someone was there.

“Are you sure it’s a knight?”

[Yes! Huh? Oh no, they suddenly disappeared!]

“Disappeared?”

You said they had such a strong presence from the farm entrance. Are you saying they can disappear in an instant?

[Yes! They disappeared…]

Jigol looked around in confusion. Since he seemed to be fidgeting as if he wanted to move freely, I put him down on the ground.

Jigol began hopping around to examine various parts of the greenhouse. I also slowly looked around.

The flowers outside were generally uniform in height, but the plants inside the greenhouse were all uneven. So it was difficult to examine various spots just by turning my head.

“If the energy disappeared, that means they transformed, right?”

[Probably! You can never hide the energy of your true form, but we don’t know what happens when you transform!]

The worst-case scenario is that they could have become an ant.

“Dura’han!”

I cautiously raised my voice, but there was no response.

“Knight of the Round Table!”

The greenhouse remained quiet.

“Headless knight! A knight wandering in search of his lost head!”

No matter what I said, it was the same. Usually Dura’han would recognize me as their leader on their own and approach me, so I couldn’t understand why this one was hiding so thoroughly.

Had it already left this greenhouse?

“Jigol, it seems like it’s already…”

As I was about to return to Jigol, I suddenly stopped in my tracks. I had detected some faint sound coming from between the lush plants.

“Sob… sob sob…”

I heard a very, very small crying sound. As I began to carefully step toward where the sound was coming from, the crying gradually grew louder.

“Sniff…”

Even though it was a suppressed sound, it was filled with sorrow. Despite being in a beautiful greenhouse full of flowers in broad daylight, it was crying that created a chilling atmosphere.

The sound came from the Inner Room of the greenhouse, behind the rubber trees thick with green leaves.

I approached nearby while muffling my footsteps and carefully poked my head out. I was gripping my bracelet, ready to activate it at any moment.

“Sob, sniff, sob… Huh?”

I could see a figure crouched between the flower pots. Curled up in a ball with knees drawn up… it was a woman. The other party noticed my presence and stopped crying.

And I stopped breathing too.

The woman had no head.

“L-Leader?”

“Uh…”

For a Dura’han, how should I put it, she had no horse and wasn’t wearing armor either. She just looked like an ordinary person. If she had a head, it would have been less startling.

“Sniff, no!”

The woman suddenly sprang to her feet. Then she abruptly turned around and attempted to flee. That’s a dead end…!

Crash!

The greenhouse wall was broken through by the woman charging with her whole body. I stared blankly at the woman running away while crying, then belatedly came to my senses and shouted.

“Wait a moment!”

What kind of situation is this now!

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