Don’t Look for the Resurrected Villainess - Chapter 52

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Chapter 52

The Roam family members were generally like this, but among them, I was particularly lacking in faith.

I had never put my heart into donating to the temple or praying through all those processes. I only did it because it was an obligation.

However, the Empire’s citizens were generally devout. The temple having its own independent sanctuary was thanks to the faith of the Empire’s people. Because of this, even the Imperial House couldn’t treat the temple carelessly.

How should I put it, God was a kind of inviolable territory. No matter how politically sharp the opposition between noble houses, before God they were all merely servants.

In the very distant past, it was said that everyone could hear God’s voice. However, because humans committed sins and coveted God’s throne, the distance between God and humans grew.

Also, to repay those sins, they had to fight monsters on this earth for their entire lives.

So my appearance, the existence of a Reviver, was proof of salvation to people.

That God had finally forgiven humans and was ready to take them back into His embrace. An existence that made them harbor such hope.

“I understand, but still, couldn’t you just give up?”

I muttered listlessly while maintaining my chin-propped posture. It was almost like talking to myself, but Samuel somehow heard and reacted.

“Rather than futilely running around, just travel with us comfortably.”

His nonchalant reply made anger boil up inside me. I was already frustrated that I couldn’t shake him off in the end and had to bring Samuel into Dekin’s manor.

Dekin accepted it surprisingly easily, saying he didn’t care as long as it wasn’t Maxel’s person, and Jeon also encouraged us to enter Dekin’s manor rather than staying anxiously at the city lodging, since there were many things to use there.

After finishing the disastrous outing and returning to Dekin’s manor, I stayed up all night watching over Palides.

However, she didn’t wake up, and unable to resist the Dura’han’s pleas to please take turns and rest, I slept briefly.

The first one to greet me when I came out after barely getting a few hours of sleep was Samuel.

Not wanting to go check on Palides’ condition with Samuel in tow, I decided to just wait in a place like the drawing room until she woke up. Naturally, Samuel positioned himself in the same space as me.

‘The harvest festival is being held outside, but I’m the only one who has to lie around uselessly on the drawing room sofa.’

Actually, the harvest festival was an excuse – I just wanted to escape from this current situation. How did my surroundings become so noisy?

I was definitely in the middle of leaving quietly.

“You said it would be inconvenient if he accompanied you.”

Jeon, who happened to enter the drawing room carrying snacks, bluntly interjected. Samuel watched indifferently as Jeon only placed a teacup in front of me, then muttered with a faint sneer.

“Besides, when monsters go berserk, this guy seems like he’d be completely useless.”

“I didn’t hire him for that purpose.”

At my answer, Jeon puffed up with pride.

“Crudely forcing things with strength. Do you know what the most essential element for human survival is? Food.”

“If you’re so proud of your cooking, at least carrying a kitchen knife for self-defense would be somewhat helpful.”

Those two don’t seem to feel my exasperated gaze at all.

Now it’s not just the Dura’han, but Jeon and Samuel bickering whenever they get the chance. Should I be thankful they’re not fighting with physical force?

It seems Samuel also doesn’t resort to force probably because Jeon’s magic is sealed.

Jeon, perhaps wounded in his pride by Samuel’s attitude, would take his communication device and move to another spot whenever he had time.

He seemed to be contacting the Magic Tower, but things didn’t seem to be going as he wanted. Whenever he returned after finishing communication, he would always grumble.

“A mage who can’t use magic. He’s eliminated even what little usefulness he had with his own hands.”

Honestly, as Samuel pointed out, if Palides goes berserk in the city again next time, there’s no one to stop her.

Jeon’s magic is sealed, and the other Dura’han can’t stop Palides unless they return to their true forms.

Among the magic tools I possess, there’s no suitable magic tool that could subdue Palides without killing her. Moreover, if Palides were to rampage in her true form…

I don’t even want to imagine it.

It would be helpful if I could find out why Palides suddenly went berserk.

[Captain, Captain!]

An urgent call reached my ears as I lay there listlessly. It was Tristan.

[Palides has awakened!]

“I’ve committed a mortal sin, Captain. Please kill me!”

“How am I supposed to kill you.”

I can’t beat you.

“Sob, what are we going to do with Captain having such a soft heart! To understand even such a disloyal subordinate’s faults! Captain is like an angel!”

No, I’m saying I can’t kill you because I can’t beat you?

I watched Palides sitting on the bed in full plate armor, crying loudly, with mixed feelings, then decided to just drop it.

Still, I’m relieved she’s normal now.

“Why on earth did you act like that yesterday?”

“Well… I’m not really sure either…”

“You don’t know?”

“I just felt bad, annoyed, disgusted, and unpleasant when I saw that Knight bastard…”

Samuel, who had entered the room with me in preparation for any emergency, burst into a hollow laugh.

Next to him, Jeon was chiming in and agreeing with Palides’ words. Then he was dragged away by Nesi.

It seemed Nesi had decided she couldn’t bear to watch Jeon acting like a child anymore. She had also clearly confirmed that it wasn’t dangerous enough for everyone to crowd together in the room like this.

“And then?”

“Only the thought that I had to kill him immediately remained in my head.”

“What about now?”

At my question, Palides glanced toward Samuel. Then she hugged the blanket with both hands and mumbled.

“I still feel bad, but it’s not to the degree where my eyes would roll back like yesterday. It’s like, I burst out what was accumulated once, so the urgent fire has been somewhat extinguished.”

“So you’re saying the same situation could happen again at any time?”

Palides couldn’t answer easily. However, that alone was sufficient answer for me.

Why does Palides have to have weak mental strength of all things. Not something else, but that of all things.

[Captain, that Knight bastard was a problem too, but fundamentally, Palides’ condition is unstable because she lost her head.]

Jigol, who was on the bed, chirped and explained.

[We who lost our heads are incomplete knights.]

But I have no intention of finding your heads too. I organized my inner thoughts that I couldn’t bring myself to voice and glanced back.

“Samuel Bent, since you’re the root cause, wouldn’t it be solved if you disappeared?”

“If that monster goes berserk when I’m not here, who can stop it?”

“I’ll handle that myself.”

If I search the market’s magic tools well, there might be something useful. If not, I could use drugs or something. But do drugs work on Dura’han?

Perhaps my contemplation of various alternatives showed on my face, as Samuel sighed.

“I make judgments with your safety as the top priority. Honestly, the reason I’m not annihilating that monster right here and now is because I’m respecting your wishes.”

“No matter how much you think of my safety, I’m not going to the temple.”

“I told you from when we first met that I had no intention of dragging you by force.”

“But if I stay with you, someday I’ll have to go to the temple.”

At my definitive answer, Samuel raised his eyebrows.

“Why?”

His question was full of bewilderment. Is he really asking because he doesn’t know?

“Because you’re a Knight affiliated with the temple.”

“What does that have to do with your whereabouts.”

“The temple wants my custody.”

“The temple wishes for your safety. If your safety is certain even if it’s not necessarily at the temple, they won’t force it.”

He seemed to truly believe that. It was so unexpected that I lost my words for a moment and stared at him intently.

They said he was a knight favored by the High Priest, and indeed he seems to have not a speck of doubt about the temple.

“I don’t think the High Priest or the high-ranking priests would think that way.”

“God is present everywhere on this earth. Restricting your whereabouts is completely unrelated to following God’s will.”

If Samuel really truly believes that…

“Therefore, no one can hold you captive. They can only persuade you.”

It might be useful when escaping?

Perhaps noticing that I was wavering a bit, Samuel’s gaze fell on the bed.

“As you know, the most efficient power to subdue monsters is divine power.”

[Captain, that bastard is annoying. Since they fought anyway, it would have been good if Palides had won.]

[Captain, please give the order anytime. I can dispatch that Knight bastard with a single stroke.]

“Can you truly trust those monsters completely?”

Jigol and Tristan glared at Samuel while expressing their dissatisfaction. Palides didn’t say anything but still had displeased eyes.

If I travel with Samuel, it seems like berserking that wouldn’t happen might suddenly occur. As expected, there are more losses than gains.

The reason I had taken in the Dura’han so far was because these guys served me as their captain. There would be no need to deliberately induce situations I couldn’t control.

Just as I was about to shake my head, I suddenly remembered something and hesitated.

Come to think of it… didn’t they say Dura’han are the souls of Holy Knights who couldn’t be saved?

“Samuel Bent.”

“Yes.”

“Do you happen to know about the ‘Twelve Knights of the Round Table’?”

Samuel looked bewildered at my question. Since he grew up in the Temple from childhood, I thought he might have heard something.

“No, never mind if you don’t know.”

“Are you perhaps referring to the Twelve Primordial Sinners?”

“What?”

“The first twelve sinners who defied God and whose souls could not be saved. Their first act of blasphemy was desecrating an altar made from sacred wood and using it as their round table.”

When I remained silent, Samuel narrowed his eyes.

“Due to the sins of those insolent ones who challenged God’s authority, humanity’s original sin was born, and endless atonement began.”

“…I’ve never heard of this.”

What was known among the general public was simply that humans were abandoned by God because they committed sins.

“The punishment the sinners received was oblivion. God eternally erased their existence and commanded the remaining humans to atone through faith alone. The Temple upholds this will and doesn’t disclose this information except to certain clergy. But you are a Reviver chosen by God, so you cannot be considered ordinary public.”

My palms seemed to be sweating. My heart was beating for no reason.

“In what way… did He erase their existence?”

“It is written that He separated their heads from their bodies so their souls could never realize their own existence, and buried them at the unreachable End of the World for eternity.”

It felt like someone was gripping my throat. Samuel, who had been staring at me as I sat there dazed, looked back at Palides with calm eyes.

“So, are they those sinners?”

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