Don’t Look for the Resurrected Villainess - Chapter 57

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Chapter 57

―It was just luck. Stop nagging and tell me what happened to Anelli.

“Haah…”

Now the situation had reversed, and Heinrih began urging Dekin.

Dekin, who had been anxiously looking down at his necklace, leaned against the gold bar box and sat down carelessly.

He had been inwardly resenting his master who showed no consideration for his subordinate’s troubled heart, when he glanced at the gold coins rolling around nearby.

‘Should I just grab them and run away?’

Chewing over this thought he’d had hundreds of times before, Dekin reluctantly opened his lips. After all, he was ultimately Heinrih’s loyal subordinate.

Thus, it was quite some time later when Dekin finally left the vault.

* * *

Is this what it means to trade mental health for physical health?

I leaned against Nadab’s back, almost lying down, and stared at the scene before me.

One day after leaving Claim, as the sun was slowly setting, we found ourselves spending the night in the mountains.

In this situation, I was now witnessing a proper campsite being set up in an instant on what had been an empty clearing.

If Jeon specialized in camp cooking, Samuel seemed to specialize in setting up campsites.

“…Oh.”

I couldn’t hide my genuine amazement at discovering his usefulness in such an unexpected place.

I couldn’t deny it. Setting aside the annoyance of having more companions, at least my body was extremely comfortable.

Samuel, who had finished organizing the inside of the tent, spoke to me as I sprawled on Nadab’s back without lifting a finger.

“If the bed is too hard, please let me know. I’ll make the floor softer for you.”

Not only had a simple bed appeared in the small tent, but I could even choose the level of softness.

Good heavens, how is that even possible?

“Do you carry tents and everything when tracking someone?”

“When I saw you before, your travel arrangements seemed inadequate, so I brought these just in case.”

Normally, I might have made a sarcastic comment about him deliberately following me. But right now I was very satisfied, and had even developed a tiny bit of fondness for him.

“Just having a bed is more than satisfying enough.”

Honestly, the journey of sleeping lightly on blankets spread on the ground while traveling with Jeon had been tiring.

My generous mood even brought a smile to my face. Samuel raised his eyebrows at my clearly softer attitude. He looked surprised.

“…You prefer practical things.”

“Are there people who dislike practical things?”

When I asked back in puzzlement, he looked at Jeon without answering. I also turned my gaze to Jeon following him.

Jeon was skillfully peeling onions. Just looking at his dry eyes without a trace of tears, I could confirm his seasoned technique.

His skills seemed to have improved even more since we first met.

As I watched the onion being dismantled in an instant with renewed admiration, I suddenly spoke up.

“Jeon, lots of vegetables!”

“Yes, yes. I know without you telling me.”

Jeon, who seemed to nod halfheartedly, suddenly looked up at me.

“Is chicken okay for the meat? Or I have other options too.”

“Any meat is fine. But I noticed before that the vegetables got mushy and disappeared during cooking.”

“I made them that way on purpose. Today I’ll pay attention to the texture.”

I was about to nod satisfactorily when I felt a gaze from beside me. Samuel was looking at me with unreadable eyes.

“I heard cooking was your hobby.”

“Of course I was just saying that. Did you believe it?”

“I didn’t believe it, but…”

He trailed off and glanced at Jeon. Then he looked at me again with strange eyes.

“What?”

Does he have some dietary requirements he wants to make? But I don’t think Jeon would accommodate Samuel’s requests.

When I blinked blankly, Samuel stiffly shook his head.

“It’s nothing.”

“Do you not eat chicken?”

“That’s not it… I just unexpectedly resolved a question I had.”

What question?

Instead of asking, I stared at Samuel, and he glanced at Jeon.

“I’ve been curious all along about why you hired him.”

“You’ll understand once you try Jeon’s cooking too.”

“Then you should hire a cook.”

“It’s hard to run away with a cook in tow.”

“A mage with sealed magic power is no different from an ordinary person. In that regard, he doesn’t seem like he’d be helpful for escaping.”

Thunk!

The moment Samuel finished speaking, a dull sound echoed. Jeon had cut the onion in half with his kitchen knife.

“That’s unpleasant for the mage listening.”

Jeon glaring at Samuel while holding the kitchen knife was quite threatening.

“Soon you’ll be very surprised…!”

“The water’s boiling, Jeon.”

“Ah!”

Jeon hurriedly gathered the ingredients. Watching him and chuckling, I climbed down from the horse. Then I shrugged my shoulders at Samuel.

“It’s hard to find a cook who’s good at escaping and cute too, so I hired Jeon.”

Samuel closed his mouth with displeasure. Leaving him behind, I leisurely walked toward the tent.

There seemed to be some time before the meal, so I should use it wisely.

“You should organize the information about the Twelve Sinners that you’re going to tell me.”

First, I needed to check how soft the bed was.

* * *

“You must have seen wrong.”

“But…”

“Everyone worries too much. You should shake it off and get up.”

Maxel’s forehead, as he leaned against the bed, was damp with cold sweat. Lilia carefully wiped away Maxel’s sweat. However, Maxel’s pale complexion didn’t improve at all.

Rather, he turned his head away as if slightly uncomfortable. A hint of guilt crossed his handsome face.

“Ah, I’m sorry. Does your face still hurt? I thought it was fine since it had healed.”

Lilia apologized in surprise. Maxel tried to smile and say he was fine, but still didn’t look at her.

‘…Uncomfortable.’

Swallowing the words he couldn’t bring himself to say, Maxel sighed.

His face, which had been a mess from bee stings, had regained its original appearance. It was the result of pouring divine power into it.

However, the mental shock still remained. When he slept, the headless Anelli would often appear in his dreams asking ‘Why did you do that?’

Anelli before her execution had a face that had given up on everything. Maxel’s last memory of Anelli was her helplessly pleading appearance.

He had never imagined Anelli pouring out resentful words. That’s why it was more shocking.

Why would she resent him? It was her own doing that led to her imprisonment for her tyrannical behavior.

“It seems like the workload is too heavy. I told His Majesty not to trouble Your Highness so much.”

“I see.”

“Let’s go on a trip to change your mood. At this rate, we’ll miss the festival entirely. We promised to go see the sea before this year ends.”

Lilia clung to Maxel’s arm as if throwing a tantrum. Maxel, who had been avoiding her, reluctantly looked up.

“There’s a lot of schedule to catch up on…”

“His Majesty must have been so worried to tell you to rest. Let’s take a breather and see some beautiful scenery. It takes less than a day if we go through the warp gate, right?”

Wanting to see the sea was something Lilia had mentioned before.

More precisely, she had said she wanted to go during a specific event period held at sea, but it seemed she was making this suggestion to lift Maxel’s spirits.

After thinking for a moment, Maxel nodded. As Lilia said, he must have just seen an illusion.

Even if he did miss Anelli…

‘It’s not like I’m going to give her the Crown Princess position again now.’

His fiancée and the woman he loved was Lilia. So it wouldn’t be bad to take a short trip to sort out his confused feelings and strengthen their relationship.

“Alright, I’ll make time.”

Lilia’s steps were much lighter as she left the Crown Prince’s Palace.

Though he was surprised by the unexpected situation, Maxel had returned to normal. And they had also made a promise to go to the sea.

For a while, Lilia had been annoyed by the feeling of being manipulated by others, but seeing hope that she could control the situation with her own hands again, her mood lifted considerably.

“Mary, the carriage?”

“Count Jace said he would have it waiting over there!”

Lilia, who had been walking briskly with Mary, her personal maid, stopped when she saw someone approaching from the opposite direction.

The other person also seemed to recognize Lilia and slowed their pace. Lilia was the first to bow her head slightly in greeting.

“I greet the First Prince.”

“…It’s been a while.”

Heinrih was someone Lilia rarely had occasion to encounter. She heard he had recently handled several schedules in Maxel’s place, and it seemed he had come to deliver related documents.

Lilia glanced at the papers in Heinrih’s hands and spoke innocently with a bright smile.

“You should have sent a servant on such errands.”

“These are important documents.”

“Oh my, then an aide… Ah, I’m sorry. I forgot.”

Lilia lightly tapped her head with a “bonk” and smiled awkwardly.

“It must be troublesome for you to move around personally. I wish I could help you somehow.”

It was a publicly known fact that Heinrih was in a position where he couldn’t even keep a proper aide by his side.

If the Emperor hadn’t valued Heinrih, he probably wouldn’t have been able to preserve his life.

The succession struggle between Maxel and Heinrih had all ended before Lilia came to this place.

However, Lilia dared to take pride in the fact that she had made quite a significant contribution to that succession struggle.

It had been an easy task for her. She only needed to secretly pass along information she knew.

For instance, where Heinrih’s secretly raised private soldiers were located, or what Heinrih’s crucial source of funding was.

‘Though it’s all finished business anyway…’

Since the protagonist was Maxel, she had no choice but to support Maxel, but looking at Heinrih’s appearance, she sometimes felt it was a waste.

Like brothers, Heinrih boasted outstanding looks just as much as Maxel did.

Lilia stared intently at Heinrih, who had a somewhat melancholy yet refined appearance.

‘It would have been so nice if Prince Heinley had been a sub-male lead who had unrequited love for the protagonist.’

Without even giving such Lilia a glance, Heinrih answered.

“I cannot ask for help from someone who is busy.”

“Busy? We’re going to be family soon, so I should help with whatever I can.”

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