Don’t Look for the Resurrected Villainess - Chapter 46

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Chapter 46

A pale-faced man with dark reddish-brown hair stood there with a deeply furrowed brow. A faint light lingered like an afterimage where he stood before disappearing.

Seeing that, I could be certain. This man had definitely warped here just now.

Warping to move around inside a house—what kind of waste of magical power is this?

“You’re using a nice magical tool. But are you going to keep wearing that thing?”

True to being a mage craftsman, he recognized my appearance-altering magical tool at a glance.

“Would your work attitude change if my face changed?”

“Well, depending on my mood, I could cut your fee a bit.”

At his grinning response, Jeon tried to step forward with an indignant face. However, my words were faster.

“No need, I’ll see you in court.”

“Ha, are you really going to file a report?”

“Why do you think I can’t?”

When I tilted my head and muttered back with genuine puzzlement, the man frowned and shut his mouth.

He was trying to act nonchalant, but he couldn’t hide the tension in his pressed lips.

I felt it from the moment he said he lived in this kind of city. He must be involved in at least one illegal thing.

“You, where did you bring this magical bomb of a woman from to mess up my mansion?”

He changed his target to Jeon. At the man’s menacing question, Jeon snorted and retorted.

“There wouldn’t have been any problem if you’d kept to the schedule properly in the first place.”

“Don’t you think you made quite an unusual request?”

“You’re the one who accepted that request.”

“You? Ha, this bastard really gets more insolent by the day.”

He let out a hollow laugh and shouted as if somewhat wronged.

“It’s because you named the price first!”

Oh, it seems Jeon used his head a bit.

But wait. That wronged expression looks somewhat familiar…

“What’s wrong with naming the price first? You said you could do anything for that money!”

“This bastard keeps calling me ‘you, you’ from earlier! Won’t you add ‘hyung’?”

Huh?

“You’re talking nonsense. If you’re going to be noisy and can’t give me the item right away, get out of the way! I’m going to report you as a fraud!”

“You crazy bastard, where is there a guy who reports his own brother as a fraud! This is against filial piety!”

“What are you talking about, since when did we consider blood relations!”

“I’ve been taking care of you since you couldn’t control your bowels!”

“Are you insane? When I couldn’t control my bowels, you were the same!”

Quietly watching their argument, I calmly turned my gaze. I could see the butler, who had been dealing with us in a stern manner just moments ago, deliberately turning away from his master.

To the old man whose face looked decades older in just a few minutes, I casually spoke.

“Do you provide meals for every meal here?”

“Of course.”

“What about snacks?”

“Anything you request can be arranged.”

“The chef’s skills must be good.”

“If you’re curious about the skill, I’ll order some simple refreshments to be prepared.”

“Yes. I’d like to have tea time somewhere with a nice view and quiet.”

“The flowers in the garden happen to be in full bloom. Shall we go?”

I moved along with the butler’s guidance. As I got farther from the childishly escalating argument, my throbbing head felt somewhat better.

A criminal brother for the timid and fearful Jeon. It was an unexpected fact that was interesting, but that was all. I looked around indifferently.

Really though, this is going to be delayed more than I thought.

While drinking tea, I heard the general story from Nesi.

The mage craftsman and Jeon were said to be real brothers. They also studied under the same teacher.

However, the mage craftsman couldn’t complete his training and was expelled from the Magic Tower midway, so now he lives separately like this.

Nesi didn’t know why he was expelled. She only acknowledged that his skill in crafting magical tools was excellent.

Nesi, who leisurely explained to me, lay down near my feet. She was always trying not to be separated from Jeon, but seeing her so relaxed like this, this place must definitely be safe.

Well, it’s the mansion of a skilled mage craftsman, so how could it not be.

[Captain, this place is full of magic! Magical tools are installed throughout the mansion!]

Jigol, who was on the outdoor table, chattered constantly. Nadab, who was standing beside the table, stamped his feet and interrupted.

[Jigol, don’t steal the Captain’s food.]

[When did I!]

“You have cream on your beak.”

When I pointed it out calmly and offered a handkerchief, Jigol quickly rubbed his beak against the cloth.

Glancing at that sight and then turning my eyes toward the garden, I could see Tristan busily flying among the flowers.

He seemed determined to make all the insects in this garden his allies. Occasionally seeing several small bees following behind the bumblebee, it seemed like he might actually achieve his goal.

“Ah, why can I smell it when I can’t even eat…”

Palides, standing behind me, sighed while looking at the desserts on the table. At her melancholy muttering, Jigol, who had his beak buried in the handkerchief, looked up with bright eyes.

[You’re jealous, aren’t you, Palides?]

“No matter what, I’m not jealous of a lowly sparrow.”

[Lowly! I’m Jigol who stands at the front and delivers terrible fear! Though I’m in a sparrow’s body now, I’ll soon regain my true form!]

“Even if you weren’t a sparrow, you were originally lowly, Jigol.”

[Eek! Let’s fight, Palides!]

“I don’t fight with kids.”

Even amid all sorts of animals making their respective sounds and chattering noisily, the tea was delicious.

I think I’m gradually getting used to this commotion—is that my imagination?

Is getting used to this noisy atmosphere a good thing?

Fiddling with my teacup and meaninglessly gazing at the garden, I felt strange. I had never had time like this when living in Roam or when going back and forth to the Imperial Palace.

In Roam, we regularly had tea time when the whole family gathered, but it was a conversation session to share and supplement each other’s achievements.

Tea time with royalty could be seen as a venue to display the close relationship between the Imperial House and Roam.

Of course, tea time with social circle figures was the same. If there was a comfortable occasion for me, it would be the tea times I shared with Maxel or my close friends?

However, even those weren’t this noisy and chaotic. My close friends were those who maintained dignity as nobles of the Empire.

“Lady Anelli!”

Jeon came running from the mansion. With a thoroughly exhausted face in just a short time, he approached me and apologized.

“I’m sorry. The conversation went on too long.”

“Sit down.”

“Is this mine?”

As if he didn’t expect there to be a cup for him, Jeon’s eyes widened. I nodded and picked up the warm teapot to fill his cup.

“I thought you’d come running late to explain yourself, feeling ashamed after finishing the fight.”

“…Why do you know me so well?”

“I’m not an idiot, and how many days have I been with you that I couldn’t guess that much?”

At my response, Jeon coughed and turned his gaze away. His profile that was briefly visible looked somehow pleased.

I definitely thought he’d come while still not completely cooled down, but did his conversation with his brother end well?

“So what happened with the magical tool?”

“Ah, that absolutely can’t be finished by today. I’m sorry.”

“It’s not something you should be sorry about. It’s that side that couldn’t keep the schedule.”

“Still, I was the one who introduced you.”

“You said you didn’t get along well, but I didn’t know he was your brother.”

Jeon’s hand holding the teacup paused. Looking down at his teacup with a bitter expression, he let out a long sigh.

“Yes, he is my brother. He’s a troublemaker and selfish, but he’s blood family.”

Jeon’s expression was full of distress.

“Nesi said he was kicked out of the Magic Tower.”

“Yes… Dekin, that is, my brother was expelled from the Magic Tower. But since he was originally someone interested in worldly things, he actually rejoiced and ran out. Coming out and making lots of money like this. Good for him.”

Jeon’s face was full of dissatisfaction as he sarcastically gestured toward the mansion.

“If he could enter the Magic Tower, he must have been a skilled mage.”

“In magical tool crafting, he’s undoubtedly excellent. If he hadn’t done foolish things, he would have succeeded without any problems within the Magic Tower. The separate space dimension magical tool he’s making now probably has guaranteed finished product quality too.”

“What kind of foolish thing did he do?”

At my question, Jeon stopped speaking.

“If it’s difficult, you don’t have to tell me.”

“Well, it’s all in the past, and it’s something Lady Anelli wouldn’t mind knowing about anyway…”

Jeon, who had been muttering to himself, raised his eyes to look at me.

“Dekin was expelled from the Mage Tower after secretly getting involved in the succession struggle.”

I, who had been about to casually drink my tea, stopped my movement.

“The Empire’s succession struggle.”

When I put down my undrunk tea and stared intently at Jeon, he smiled awkwardly and turned his gaze toward the garden.

“That prince we met before—he was driven out for helping him.”

“…Prince Heinley?”

“Yes.”

So his poor attitude despite recognizing his identity was due to this background.

「It’s unfortunate, there was a good mage under Elder Brother. I couldn’t win him over.」

It had come up in passing from Maxel’s lips.

There was a mage helping Heinrih, but he kept his identity hidden so thoroughly that even though they wanted to win him over, they couldn’t find a way. They somehow managed to make contact, but he dared to ignore Maxel’s letter.

At that time, I had asked back whether it was worth bending over backwards to bring in such an insolent person.

I had also advised that no matter how excellent a difficult-to-control enemy subordinate might be, bringing them in would only be poison.

To meet him like this here. And for him to be Jeon’s blood relative, no less. It was a curious connection.

“Do you resent the prince?”

I asked.

“Me? What for?”

“Because he led your brother astray?”

At my question, Jeon shrugged his shoulders.

“Led him astray? He’s not a child, he’s a full-grown adult. It was his own choice, and he’s taking responsibility for that choice, so why should I interfere?”

Jeon, who had been sipping his tea, frowned and put down his cup.

“Besides, we didn’t get along well even before that. You don’t need to worry about it.”

Watching him intently as he focused only on the desserts, seemingly finding the tea completely unpalatable, I asked again.

“So that means you won’t be upset if I stay in contact with the prince?”

“…You’re going to keep in contact with him?”

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