Don’t Look for the Resurrected Villainess - Chapter 53

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Chapter 53

Before I could even understand his question, I instinctively shook my head.

“No?”

“No?”

“Yeah.”

Although these Dura’han were noisy, immature, and troublemakers, they had somehow become familiar presences to me. I couldn’t let them be exorcised by Samuel over some strange misunderstanding.

Even if it wasn’t actually a misunderstanding.

“That woman has no head.”

“First time seeing a headless woman?”

Samuel hadn’t expected me to brazenly retort like that, and he hesitated for a moment, missing his timing to respond.

“She’s a monster. You recognized her too.”

“A headless woman monster?”

“That’s right.”

“I’ve never even heard of such a thing.”

“You’ve been confined to the Temple, so your knowledge is narrow. Try to think more broadly and flexibly from now on.”

I smiled magnanimously and turned my head away.

Palides was hugging her blanket in silence. During our conversation, she seemed to be quietly glaring at Samuel, occasionally tilting her head. Then she lowered her voice and whispered to me.

“Why is he so insufferable, Captain?”

As if they’d been waiting, Jigol and Tristan chimed in agreement with her words.

[Captain, can’t we tell him to leave?]

[Captain, just give us the order!]

This was the first time I’d seen them dislike and avoid someone this much. As expected of my subordinates, we seemed to be of one mind without even speaking.

However, since I’d confirmed there was a possibility of getting information about the ‘Twelve Knights of the Round Table’ from Samuel, I couldn’t just drive him away.

If the information the Temple was hiding was what I’d been looking for, I had no choice but to hear it from someone involved.

“Just bear with it for now.”

When I stroked her crumpled helmet, Palides obediently lowered her head. Jigol and Tristan clamored for me to pet them too.

As I was indulging the Dura’han’s demands, Samuel casually asked me.

“Then are you permitting me to stay by your side so my knowledge can broaden?”

“Why are you interpreting it that way?”

“You seem curious about the twelve sinners, so we could broaden each other’s knowledge through companionship.”

He’d been acting like he only knew swords and God, but he was more cunning than I thought.

I glared irritably at Samuel as he dangled the story of the twelve sinners as a negotiation card, then took a deep breath.

‘Maybe what he knows isn’t the information I want.’

Reason was crying out from a corner of my mind.

But I still wanted to hear it.

Actually, from the moment I heard the words ‘twelve sinners,’ my heart had been pounding like it would burst. Like someone who had discovered traces they’d been searching for a long time.

“Can’t you just tell me?”

“When you finally have something you want from me, I can’t let this opportunity slip by.”

“…I didn’t know the Temple taught negotiation skills.”

“The Temple teaches various methods for serving God’s will.”

Samuel watched me quietly as I struggled to speak, then added softly.

“Think it over and let me know.”

I watched Samuel’s back as he got up and left the room, then frowned and turned my head.

Samuel said to think about it, but…

“…”

The decision was already made.

I needed to know that story. And it wasn’t just because that story might be about the Dura’han.

I had a feeling it might somehow be related to my resurrection too.

* * *

How did I end up here?

“Kyaah! Look at this, Captain!”

Palides stamped her feet with a scream-like exclamation. Seeing the dress in her hands made me sigh automatically.

Palides, oh Palides. Have you forgotten that the man next to you is the same person you were crossing swords with just yesterday, saying you’d kill him?

“This Knight is insufferable and annoying, but he has excellent taste!”

[Captain, Palides must have a heart as light as a feather.]

I found myself nodding at Jigol’s whispered words.

Yeah. I thought it was glass, but it was glass-like feathers.

Our outing wasn’t supposed to go this way from the start. So the beginning was like this.

Originally, I had no intention of going out.

Rather, I wanted to hear more about the story of the twelve sinners that Samuel mentioned.

But Samuel absolutely refused to tell me with just words, and eventually a tedious standoff continued.

In the midst of this, Palides, who had completely recovered, belatedly noticed her own crumpled helmet.

“Kyaah! My head! My head is dented!”

Since I was planning to buy her armor anyway, I thought I should buy it quickly to comfort her distressed state.

So I tried to go out, but suddenly everyone started saying they’d come along too.

They all had reasonable justifications.

The Dura’han all said it was to protect me, Samuel declared he couldn’t just let Palides go since she might go berserk, and Jeon said he was worried I might cause another incident outside and unilaterally notify him, so he stuck with us. Naturally, Nesi ended up moving too.

Though it became a large group against my wishes, I decided to endure it. It seemed like it would be more troublesome to argue and separate everyone individually.

Just as we were about to go out, Palides asked.

“Aren’t you going to wear the festival outfit you bought yesterday?”

That’s when Samuel casually made a comment that started it all.

“Yesterday’s outfit didn’t really suit you.”

Palides, who had personally chosen the festival outfit, was furious, but Samuel stubbornly refused to bend his opinion.

Something about how that outfit was too tacky for my current changed appearance.

Palides, who had been arguing that she chose the dress considering my original appearance, finally led the way to the clothing store. She said she had to see just how amazing Samuel’s taste was, since he was acting so superior.

In other words, it started as an outing to buy armor and a helmet.

Not my clothes.

“I can’t wear dresses around.”

Jeon, who had the most normal judgment among us, raised an objection. But he couldn’t break Palides’ momentum.

“You should have at least one beautiful dress in your wardrobe. Who knows when our Captain might need to attend an important occasion!”

That won’t happen, Palides.

As if speaking for my feelings, Jeon sighed deeply while hugging his bag.

“This bag is a luggage bag, not a wardrobe.”

“Are you being stingy about putting in a few clothes?”

Following Palides’ sharp question, Samuel added dryly.

“Indeed, fitting for a mage who only knows how to cook.”

“What does this situation have to do with cooking? Why does a Holy Knight know how to choose dresses anyway?”

That surprised me too.

This ready-made clothing store we’d entered had so many clothes, but Samuel had picked out the most beautiful one among all these dresses in one go.

Even I had passed by without noticing it, but he chose it instantly just by seeing the dress hem sticking out.

And the dress he chose was undoubtedly the finest garment in this shop. The delicately sewn frills and appropriately combined colors showed that.

“Since we must offer the most beautiful things on earth to God, clergy members have better aesthetic sense than anyone.”

“How convenient that God solves everything.”

Even while being sarcastic, Jeon looked back and forth between the dress and me.

…You’re not falling for it too, are you?

“It does seem like it would suit you well.”

The last remaining sane person had lost their rational judgment.

I had no choice but to speak up.

“Why exactly are we choosing dresses here?”

“Our Captain would look perfect in anything!”

“Excuse me?”

“But I think these frills are a bit… Wouldn’t ribbons be better?”

“You have no aesthetic sense at all, probably because you’re a mage.”

“Don’t make such comments when you’re just a Knight. It’s annoying.”

…Now they’re not even listening to me.

“It’s a shame it’s not custom-made, but there’s nothing we can do about it.”

I watched the three of them engage in a full-blown debate with the dress in the middle, then turned around.

Jigol, hanging on my shoulder, let out a sigh of relief as we left the store, as if he could finally breathe.

Even Jigol, who’s usually chatty, was so fed up that he kept his mouth shut! It really hits home just how absurd the debate inside that clothing store was.

In the narrow side alley next to the store, Nadab and Tristan were waiting. It was a shaded corner that wasn’t easily visible to passersby.

The guys who had been waiting boredly brightened up when I approached.

[Are we going to the armor shop now?]

[I’ve checked the location of the shopping district! I’ll guide you by the fastest route, Captain.]

My brief joy at Tristan’s words about finding a shortcut faded. I glanced wearily toward the clothing store.

I’d love to just leave them all behind and go by ourselves, but the problem is that it’s not me but Palides who needs to wear the armor.

It was also Palides who was sitting inside the clothing store more energetically than anyone else right now.

[Palides found a dress he likes.]

At Jigol’s words, Tristan and Nadab simultaneously let out sighs.

[Then it’ll be a while before they come out.]

[Should we bet on when they’ll come out? I say thirty minutes.]

Tristan even suggested making a bet. At his words, Nadab expressed doubt in a skeptical voice.

[Would it really take that long when he’s not even buying clothes for himself?]

[It’s the Captain’s dress, so he might sit there even longer to choose! I’ll bet on one hour!]

[Ah, then I’ll bet on two hours.]

Nadab, convinced by Jigol’s words, joined the bet with determination.

Listening quietly to their conversation, I suddenly became curious.

A bet?

“…What are you guys wagering in this bet?”

The Dura’han’s gazes all focused on me at once. Among the three, Tristan was the first to break the silence. Tristan looked around at Nadab and Jigol and asked seriously.

[Will you accept honey?]

[Then I’ll offer feathers!]

[Feathers? What would I do with your feathers?]

[Says Tristan, how much honey do you even collect? It wouldn’t even be enough for a taste, would it?]

Jigol and Tristan started bickering. Nadab, who had been quietly watching them, muttered in a resigned voice.

[…Let’s just forget it.]

I’m so grateful that at least one of them can think properly.

While we were having this trivial conversation, the clothing store door finally opened. The first to appear was Palides.

Just from his relieved steps, I could guess. That they had finally reached an agreement.

“…Is it over?”

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