Don’t Look for the Resurrected Villainess - Chapter 60

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Chapter 60

[Oh, still small as ever. Jigol!]

Just as I was about to scold Jigol, Tristan flew around Jigol teasingly.

Jigol swung his hands trying to catch Tristan, but perhaps because Tristan was too small, he couldn’t easily achieve his goal.

Eventually Jigol shouted in frustration.

[Hmph, you’re just an invisible bumblebee!]

[You’re so slow, Jigol!]

[You tiny ant turd!]

[What? A bumblebee is bigger than an ant, you stupid fool!]

[Even so, you’re just bird food! You ant turd!]

[This guy keeps pushing his luck because I’ve been going easy on him!]

Tristan finally transformed into his true form. He seemed greatly enraged by being called ant turd.

At this point, I was starting to get confused about who originally started the fight.

“Are you crazy? What the hell are you disgusting things doing?”

Seeing the two Dura’han who had instantly revealed their true forms, Palides shuddered in disgust. Jeon also agreed with Palides’ words with a pale face.

“Lady Anelli, why are these monsters suddenly acting like this?”

[I am the brave leader of the pack! Do you think I’ll submit to such threats!]

In the midst of all this, Nesi’s brave cry also rang out.

This is chaos. What kind of pandemonium is this…?

[Come to think of it, Tristan, we were supposed to duel too!]

[I don’t duel with weakling runts.]

[Hey! Come at me, Tristan! Let’s settle this!]

“Ah, that Knight bastard is approaching!”

Palides, who had been keeping his distance from Jigol and Tristan in disgust, spotted Samuel approaching and drew his sword.

“If you don’t get rid of that filthy holy power right now…!”

Sensing some threat from Samuel, black smoke began rising from Palides’ body as well.

Several trees where we had been standing had already fallen with loud crashes.

Jeon had already taken refuge behind me early on, urging me to do something quickly. I finally came to my senses at his urging.

‘I almost pretended not to know this group and ran away.’

Suppressing the urge to abandon everything and quietly disappear alone, I gestured to the black horse standing dumbfounded.

“Nadab.”

[Yes.]

“You can kick them all in your true form.”

[Yes!]

As if he had been waiting for my command, he threw himself into this chaos with swifter movements than ever before.

Thud!

“Aaah!”

The first to be kicked by the heavy hind legs was Palides, who was still maintaining his human form.

Then Nadab approached Jigol and Tristan, returned to his true form, and struck their backs fiercely.

[Ack!]

[Uwah!]

He hit them so hard that the two Dura’han on horseback staggered and fell.

‘Oh, ending it in one blow is satisfying to watch.’

Nadab, who had quickly resolved the situation, trampled on the fallen Dura’han with his hooves.

Looking at this, among the Dura’han who had transformed into their true forms, Nadab had the largest build. I’m so glad Nadab is the most normal Dura’han.

[You stupid fools! If you keep getting excited so easily like this, you’ll put the Captain in a difficult position! If you want to fight, go into the Separate Space Dimension and fight there!]

Nadab, you’re a genius?

[Even if you don’t have heads, how can you be so easily swayed by emotions! You’re a disgrace to the Twelve Knights!]

[Ack, Nadab you’re heavy! Heavy!]

[My arm! My arm is breaking! My wing just healed not long ago!]

Tristan and Jigol, who had been screaming, quickly transformed into a bumblebee and a wren and took refuge with me. Palides also whined about being hurt and asked me for help.

And there was only one help I would give them. I stretched my arm forward and commanded firmly.

“Get back in there right now.”

Thus, the Dura’han who had regained their senses apologized to me like sinners and returned to their respective Separate Space Dimensions.

Only Nadab, who had resolved the situation, returned in the form of a refreshed black horse, proudly lifting his head and standing majestically.

[I’ll beat them up anytime. Just say the word.]

“…Next time I’ll have to beat them in the clearing.”

While sighing and muttering, I made eye contact with Samuel. He was standing there staring in this direction through the miserably broken trees and trampled bushes, with a rarely seen dumbfounded expression.

Even I think this is absurd.

Suddenly a bunch of Dura’han appeared and had a squabble among themselves before transforming into animals – how could he not be shocked?

Even if he had guessed these guys were monsters, seeing it directly with his own eyes must have a different meaning.

As I awkwardly looked away, Jeon muttered with a sigh-mixed voice.

“I feel like the subordinates are getting more violent day by day.”

Since Jeon had already seen the Dura’han’s true forms before, he didn’t seem as shocked as before, ready to collapse.

He picked up Nesi with an enlightened face.

[Next time, don’t hide behind others and face them boldly, male!]

“Yes, you were very scared, weren’t you? From now on, you should also quickly take refuge behind Lady Anelli. There’s no point getting involved and breaking bones.”

[Get rid of the habit of running away!]

“Yes, yes. You were scared. Hey, Knight over there. If you’re done praying, hurry up and pack.”

At Jeon’s words, Samuel also came to his senses and moved his body. However, seeing his very suspicious expression, I felt I needed to explain this situation.

‘I wanted to just pass it off as if nothing happened, but I guess I can’t do that.’

After pressing my temples and pondering, I finally approached him first and spoke.

“They’re my subordinates.”

“I didn’t say anything.”

“I’m telling you not to attack them later either.”

“I won’t.”

“They may be rowdy, but they’re good kids.”

“…Those Dura’han just now?”

“Yeah.”

At least to me, they’re good Dura’han. They just… get excited easily.

Samuel seemed to have many questions but didn’t ask any more. That was fortunate. Even if he asked more, there wasn’t much I could tell him anyway.

[I’ll apologize on their behalf, Captain. I think it’s because they’ve been without heads for so long.]

“Let’s talk about this separately later.”

Since Palides’ rampage, the Dura’han’s condition seems to be getting stranger. Or maybe they’re just getting stranger as time passes.

Or it could be a side effect of regaining their memories.

It would be a big problem if they became uncontrollable. Is it okay to keep taking in Dura’han?

I had tried to understand and overlook them as peculiar Dura’han who follow me, but the situation of inevitably getting deeply involved was uncomfortable.

I hope this would all be resolved once I learn about the Twelve Sinners.

While I was lost in thought, I heard a voice beside me.

“If you were to learn what sins those monsters committed, would it help you handle them?”

The question was so calm that I almost nodded unconsciously. I quickly widened my eyes and glared at Samuel.

“These guys aren’t the Twelve Sinners.”

“It was impressive that despite being Dura’han, they don’t carry their heads.”

“I said they’re not!”

Samuel stared at Nadab without answering.

“They’re definitely not.”

“I understand.”

“They’re just poor Dura’han who lost their heads.”

“Yes. I see.”

He nodded with a face that showed no conviction at all. While dubiously observing his complexion, I casually asked a question.

“But Samuel Bent. You said God buried the heads of the sinners. Didn’t he write down any specific place names?”

“Didn’t you say they weren’t sinners?”

“This is intellectual curiosity.”

I know too. How unreasonable my words are.

But I was thick-skinned enough to shamelessly push through with unreasonable claims.

Samuel let out a hollow laugh at my confident appearance.

“With you protecting them so much, the Dura’han are truly blessed.”

“I told you. They’re my subordinates. Don’t pick fights with the kids for no reason.”

“You don’t trust humans, yet why don’t you distrust dangerous monsters at all?”

“Well, these guys are…”

Because they call me captain.

The answer that was about to come out naturally stopped.

It was because I realized that calling me captain couldn’t be grounds for trusting the Dura’han. Strictly speaking, it wouldn’t be strange for me to fear them.

“…Because they’re trustworthy guys.”

The Dura’han who introduce themselves as what number knight with excited voices, naturally trying to protect me.

“They just protect me a bit excessively.”

The Dura’han who say they’ve known me since long ago.

“It was humans who put me on the Execution Platform, and it was humans who desperately wished for my death. Is it strange that I, who came back to life, trust monsters more than humans?”

The Dura’han who firmly believe I will find their peace.

When I recalled their blind trust and faith, I felt strange.

I was confused whether their faith was directed at me, or at the ‘captain’ who only existed in their memories.

I was rubbing my forearm, feeling restless for no reason, when Samuel spoke in a lowered voice.

“I didn’t put you on the Execution Platform. Nor did I wish for your death.”

When I raised my gaze that had been meaninglessly placed in the air, I met ash-colored eyes staring straight at me.

“So would you share that trust with me as well?”

“My trust is useless to you.”

“That’s for me to judge.”

“Why do you need such a thing?”

“It’s a personal desire.”

That was a completely unexpected answer. Even though he must have seen the bewilderment shown on my face, Samuel emphasized with an expressionless face instead.

“Selfish motives.”

I was frozen, unable to answer the unexpected words, when a blunt voice interrupted.

“Aren’t we departing? If we keep dawdling, we’ll be camping again.”

It was Jeon standing with his arms crossed crookedly. He was speaking to me while glaring at Samuel.

Samuel ignored Jeon’s glare and turned around. Jeon, who had been glaring at Samuel’s back as he went to get his horse, approached me.

He looked at me with complicated eyes and then ruffled his hair.

“I told you.”

Perhaps because there was no trace of laughter? Jeon’s low voice sounded particularly cold.

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

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