Don’t Look for the Resurrected Villainess - Chapter 59

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Chapter 59

“Yes. Samuel Bent’s identification has no problems.”

At my answer, Jeon let out a sigh of relief.

You need identification to use the Warp Gate, and while Jeon might be fine, I have a forged ID so I can’t even pass through the entrance.

That’s why I never dared to use Warp Gates during all our travels until now.

But Samuel so naturally suggested using the Warp Gate.

Adding that with his identification, up to three people could board without identity verification.

‘If I can use the Warp Gate without problems, there’s no reason to refuse.’

The only reason I’m listening to Samuel’s boring primordial mythology right now is because he dramatically shortened our schedule.

I was pressing my temples when a sudden question made me look up.

“But couldn’t you use your own identification? Why are you trying to rely on Samuel Bent’s ID?”

“When people are searching for someone, the first thing they check is gate usage records. The Magic Tower would definitely check that.”

“Why are you suddenly worried about the Magic Tower? Did you commit a crime?”

At my question, Jeon turned his head away with a troubled expression.

It seemed like something difficult to talk about, so I wasn’t going to ask further, but I noticed something unfamiliar on his right index finger as he scratched his forehead.

“What’s that ring?”

“Ah, this…”

The shiny silver ring looked brand new no matter how I looked at it.

Jeon awkwardly fidgeted with the ring and slowly began to speak.

“It’s a magic tool.”

“…A magic tool?”

Of course, I’d seen him use several magic tools before, but this was the first time I’d seen him use a magic tool that he wore constantly like this.

Well… He might have felt some kind of threat while traveling with me.

Since his magic power is currently sealed, he might have thought he needed other preparations.

“Want some offensive magic tools? I have some bracelets left.”

“I don’t want to activate magic I can’t control.”

“Still, it’s better than having nothing.”

“In that case, I’d rather quickly restore my magic power…”

Jeon, who had been grumbling in response, suddenly closed his mouth.

Since lamenting about wanting to unseal his magic power was something he always did, I casually continued the conversation.

“At this point, it seems like the Magic Tower won’t give permission either, so it’d be faster to just give up and arm yourself with magic tools.”

“How did you know that?”

“How could I not know?”

He’s always grumbling whenever he comes back from contacting the Magic Tower, so it would be impossible not to know.

At my indifferent words, Jeon frowned. However, he couldn’t particularly argue back and just sighed.

“I don’t know how the conversation flowed to this point. Anyway, it’s fortunate that we can use the Warp Gate. They say even dog shit has its uses, so that Knight bastard does have some utility.”

Jeon glanced toward Samuel. He had been rattling off the names of primordial gods to me since the morning breeze and was now devoutly kneeling in prayer.

Watching him, I muttered in an indifferent tone.

“He’s more useful than dog shit.”

He builds tents well and sets up beds well too. Since Samuel took charge of sleeping arrangements, the phenomenon of my back aching has disappeared.

I was nodding my head and acknowledging Samuel’s skills when Jeon looked at me with a sense of betrayal for the first time in a while.

“…Lady Anelli. Later, when that Knight bastard and I…”

“What later? You’re already fighting plenty.”

“So in that situation…”

“I won’t take anyone’s side. Whether you fight or not, I’ll abandon you and leave.”

When I cut him off decisively, Jeon made a sound of shock.

“How can you leave me alone with that bastard? How much food have I offered you all this time!”

“Yes, I’ll abandon you. So don’t think about fighting and just think about going peacefully.”

When I declared this without room for reconsideration, Jeon pouted and grumbled.

“…Lady Anelli doesn’t understand the relationship between the Temple and Magic Tower.”

Jeon glared at Samuel with sullen eyes. Samuel wasn’t even glancing this way.

I’d bet that he felt the gaze but was pretending not to notice and ignoring it.

“Who doesn’t know that the Temple and Magic Tower have been fighting for ages.”

Perhaps because they’re groups with fundamentally different interpretations of the world, these two groups have been clashing since ancient times.

At least in this Empire where I am, the Temple is dominant so conflicts are relatively less sharp, but in some foreign countries, the two forces are evenly matched and wars never cease.

A few years ago, there was a negotiation table that the Imperial House was pushing to sell offensive magic tools to that country.

At that time, just in case, I was busy studying and learning that country’s language. If I had stayed in the Imperial Palace, I might have subtly added some input regarding related matters.

My mood sank at the suddenly recalled past events. I tried to shake off the thoughts when Jeon spoke to me again.

“Moreover, that Knight bastard. I’ve been watching him these past few days and he’s a very insolent bastard.”

“Insolent?”

“His schemes are sinister.”

“Sinister?”

“Yes, his insides are pitch black yet he pretends otherwise – what a sight to behold.”

“So what exactly is it?”

Jeon narrowed his eyes and leaned his head toward me.

“His obsession with Lady Anelli is at a very dangerous level.”

Jeon’s expression as he whispered quietly was truly serious. I was speechless for a moment at the absurdity, then belatedly responded.

“Of course Samuel Bent is obsessed. He’s a Knight, after all. Since the Temple wants me, naturally he’d be obsessed.”

Though it was annoyingly persistent, now that I have something I want from him too, it doesn’t bother me much.

He doesn’t forcibly restrict my actions and is moderately useful. Samuel was surprisingly perceptive.

At my nonchalant words, Jeon jumped up and became serious.

“No, that’s not it!”

“Not it?”

“That, you know, that creepy, unpleasant, and dangerous kind of emotion.”

I was again speechless with bewilderment.

“…Jeon.”

I don’t particularly like Samuel either, but still, this is going too far.

“Even if you dislike Samuel Bent, there are other ways to slander him. What kind of imagination are you having about a clergyman?”

“Slander! I’m making a very objective judgment right now!”

“Just be straightforward and say you hate him.”

“I’m always straightforwardly saying I hate him.”

Jeon beat his chest as if frustrated. I was frustrated too. What exactly could he be seeing to imagine such things?

“Don’t have strange imaginations and hurry up and pack. We’re departing again.”

Just then, I could see Samuel finishing his prayer and getting up in the distance.

I turned around, listening to Jeon’s nagging voice with one ear and letting it flow out the other.

“Let’s go, Nadab.”

[I’ll fly there!]

[I don’t want to go back inside either, Captain.]

Jigol and Tristan quickly flew to my side. And Palides…

“I also want to go together now…?”

Ah, I didn’t prepare a horse for Palides to ride.

“If Nadab is okay with it, I don’t mind riding together.”

At my words, Palides stealthily approached the black horse. Nadab, who instantly grasped her intention, warned with a voice full of wariness.

[I’ll kick you with my hind legs.]

“You carried me when I fainted before too. Your back is already defiled, so lend it to me just once more.”

[Get away right now if you don’t want to faint again!]

Palides coyly pestered the violently refusing Nadab. Seeing this, Jigol and Tristan enthusiastically shouted.

[First strike wins!]

[Fight, fight! I’ll bet honey on Nadab winning!]

And I stood there for a moment, pondering. Whether it was truly the right decision to travel with all the Dura’han out in the open.

Meanwhile, the argument between Nadab and Palides continued.

“The Separate Space Dimension is comfortable, but I want to chat with Captain while traveling too!”

[Get lost!]

“Don’t be like that, Nadab!”

Jeon, who couldn’t understand Nadab’s shouts, stared blankly at their argument before casually asking me.

“Is it because they’re too heavy to carry two people? If that’s the case, I could lend my horse and Lady Anelli could ride with me…”

[Captain! I cannot allow another horse to serve Captain!]

Nadab, who had somehow heard our conversation despite fighting, rushed toward me with a serious expression.

Jeon retreated with a pale face at the sight of the black horse approaching with menacingly glaring eyes.

“I guess that wasn’t it.”

[You bastard! How dare you approach our Captain with such devious methods!]

As Nadab grew wary of Jeon, Nesi, who had been leisurely resting at a distance, slowly raised her body.

[This male may be weak-hearted, but he’s not shameless. Withdraw your threats immediately.]

When Nesi joined in, Jigol and Tristan, who had been watching from across the River, stepped forward with competitive spirit.

[Captain, I’ll peck any approaching bastards with my beak!]

[Captain, my venom is more reliable.]

“What’s wrong? Why are all the animals suddenly making noise like this?”

It’s because of you, because of you. I held my forehead, swallowing those words.

My head throbbed from all the chaotic chatter. I couldn’t understand myself from an hour ago who had missed this noisy situation. It even revived my initial desperate desire for the Separate Space Dimension magic tool.

At least Samuel’s stuffy creation theory lectures didn’t hurt my ears.

The moment I thought that, Jigol excitedly shouted.

[You arrogant wolf! You’ve been ignoring me all this time, haven’t you? I’ll show you my terrifying power now!]

“What? Wait, Jigol…!”

Before I could stop him, a black horse and black armor appeared with black smoke.

Despite the sudden situation, I unconsciously scanned Jigol’s true form with my eyes.

Jigol’s true form, which I was seeing for the first time since he joined us, was considerably smaller compared to other Dura’han. Even the horse he rode.

I had been worried since he always used modifiers like ‘terrifying’ or ‘threatening’…

‘Aside from having no head, he’s pretty cute for a Dura’han?’

Unaware of my thoughts, Jigol confirmed he could return to his true form and jumped around joyfully.

[Wow! I can finally return to my true form! I can have the duels I’ve been putting off!]

Every time he jumped, I had the illusion of feeling faint vibrations.

No, wait.

“Even if this is the Mountain, still. If you suddenly transform into your true form…!”

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