Don’t Look for the Resurrected Villainess - Chapter 63

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Chapter 63

Inside the envelope were dried fruits. He probably bought them when he purchased the alcohol. The wrinkled fruits were unnecessarily sweet and tougher than expected.

“It’s not tasty.”

“When else would you get to try something like this if not today?”

“Don’t buy things like this anymore. Your cooking tastes better.”

I replied indifferently while chewing the dried fruit, but it was quiet beside me.

I glanced to the side and met golden eyes. Does he think I’m joking?

“I’m being serious.”

“…Give me your wrist.”

An unexpected response came back. As I held out my wrist while still holding the dried fruit, he took out the medicine he carried in his bag.

“It’s not that serious of a wound.”

“Big or small, a wound is still a wound.”

“It’ll heal if I leave it alone.”

“It’ll leave a scar.”

“It’s just a little scratch on the skin. What scar.”

As I snorted and muttered, Jeon, who had been examining my wound, only raised his eyes to look at me.

“Even if you can’t see it, it’ll remain. How can it be the same as before if you don’t treat an injury?”

His voice was firm as he said this. He pushed up my bracelet, applied an excessive amount of medicine, and took out a handkerchief to tie it.

With the bracelet and handkerchief wrapped around it, my wrist looked quite bizarre.

“It’s excessive.”

“What’s wrong with being a little excessive?”

He made a pretty ribbon-shaped knot and looked down at his work with a satisfied expression.

I had felt it before when he tied a ribbon around my neck, but Jeon seems to be quite skilled with his hands.

“When someone’s injured, it’s okay to be a little excessive in caring for them.”

“But drinking alcohol when injured is fine?”

“Hey, is that really alcohol?”

Who was it that took out the tasteless dried fruit saying you shouldn’t drink on an empty stomach because it’s alcohol?

Even though his words didn’t make sense, he argued so stubbornly that I didn’t feel like refuting him.

I let out a hollow laugh and shook my head while chewing the half-eaten dried fruit. It was so sweet that my tongue felt numb, gradually becoming duller.

“Did you buy new armor?”

“Oh? You noticed?”

“Of course. You’re not wearing your cloak right now.”

Jeon’s body had various detailed types of armor like arm guards. Since he was always wrapped up tightly in his cloak, I hadn’t properly noticed, but seeing him like this, I could feel anew that he had a good physique.

“Suddenly magical tools and armor too, what’s going on? Did you decide to fight Samuel Bent?”

No matter how good his physique is, he’d probably be overpowered by Samuel in terms of strength.

While casually making such an assessment in my mind, I glanced at Jeon’s forearms. Jeon didn’t seem to notice my gaze.

“I’m already fighting with that guy without needing these things.”

“Well, that’s true, but.”

“Usually it’s hidden under robes so you can’t see it, but mages all wear armor too. Just like knights wear plate armor. Some offensive magic can affect even the caster.”

“Is that ring such a powerful offensive magical tool?”

Jeon, who had been continuing his explanation in a casual tone, hesitated. He looked down at his silver ring with a sour expression and shrugged his shoulders.

“I’m wearing this to release a magic seal.”

“…Hm?”

“I couldn’t get official approval for magic seal release. I’m trying to reverse-trace the sealing magic formula with this magical tool to release it. It’s an unapproved magical tool so its performance is a bit lacking, but I’m working hard on it, so it should be completely released by the time we reach Immon Port.”

I stared at Jeon intently and tilted my head.

“…Isn’t that illegal?”

“That’s not something for you to point out, Anelli. Someone who armed their entire body with illegal magical tools.”

When I bought illegal magical tools, he was so shocked?

When I looked at Jeon with bewildered eyes, he awkwardly avoided my gaze. I stared at him as he drank repeatedly and pretended not to notice, then narrowed my eyes and asked.

“Did you want to raise your value that badly?”

“No, even if you think about it, why must you always…!”

Jeon turned to look at me indignantly. However, he soon sighed deeply and shook his head.

“Never mind. I should get used to it. We’ll be traveling together continuously.”

It sounded like he had given up, but also somewhat like he was annoyed.

As I pondered the subtle emotional residue I felt in Jeon’s response, I quietly raised my arm and touched my wrist. While fiddling with the handkerchief’s knot and hesitating for a moment, I casually asked a question.

“Even if I don’t raise your value?”

“What?”

“I still have no intention of raising it, but will you still travel with me?”

Jeon closed his mouth and just stared at me quietly for a long time.

I thought he would be indignant about ignoring a mage’s labor costs, but he didn’t look angry. Nor did he seem disappointed.

I felt puzzled. Even though he wasn’t showing an attitude of scheming or hiding something to deceive me, I couldn’t guess his thoughts.

I was the first to look away. Just then, I saw Palides, who had been thoroughly searching around the swamp area, returning with drooping shoulders and a dejected walk.

As I was about to call out to Palides with delight, I heard a calm voice beside me.

“I’ll just cook for you instead.”

Drawn by those words, I turned around to see Jeon lifting his chin and smiling shamelessly.

“I’ll specially let myself be employed as a cook, I suppose.”

I stared at him blankly and decided to correct what was wrong first.

“I didn’t hire you as a cook in the first place.”

“…But you said you liked my cooking.”

“That’s true, but I didn’t hire you just to cook. I hired you as a general worker.”

“General worker, what kind of expression is that!”

I gave a small laugh to Jeon, who was making a familiar face of displeasure, then turned my attention to Palides. I could hear him grumbling beside me about feeling hurt, but I easily ignored it.

Seeing that I felt satisfaction from Jeon’s words, it seems my palate has become accustomed to his cooking.

A general worker who cooks well and is skilled with his hands would be sufficiently useful and good even if he weren’t a mage.

Moreover, if he occasionally takes my side… well, that would be a little better too.

* * *

After enjoying a brief respite in the swamp and returning to the lodging with Samuel who came looking for me, the day had passed. Although I couldn’t properly fulfill my plan to look around the festival streets, I wasn’t disappointed.

The next day, we were able to use the Warp Gate before noon. Kes’s Warp Gate was installed inside a massive Temple next to the City Gate.

Worried that problems might arise, I sent all the Dura’han into the Separate Space Dimension and climbed onto the gate with just my body, feeling unnecessarily nervous.

Jeon, who had similarly put Nesi into the Separate Space Dimension, and Samuel with his stoic expression also stepped onto the gate.

“Motion sickness is natural so don’t be surprised, and you must keep your eyes closed until you receive guidance to open them at the destination. The light is strong and could cause vision problems. Now then, we’ll begin transport.”

As I received brief instructions and closed my eyes, a humming sound gradually grew louder. Following that, the air vibrated and I felt my body sway slightly.

Perhaps because it had been a while since I used a Warp Gate, I felt nauseous as the vibrations intensified.

The noise that had been making my ears feel stuffy gradually decreased, and the vibrations weakened.

“Welcome to Immon. You may open your eyes!”

Hearing the energetic guide’s voice, I opened my eyes to see a completely different scenery from moments before.

“Yes, Samuel and two others confirmed. Thank you for using the Warp Gate. We hope you have a pleasant trip!”

Letting the guide’s voice flow past me, I slowly descended from the gate.

“Wow, the weather is nice.”

Jeon looked around admiringly. Samuel followed with a blunt comment.

“The sun is hot. It would be better to wear a hat.”

Instead of answering, I walked a little further forward. The vast Sea visible immediately after warping took my breath away.

The endless blue water spread before my eyes was so beautiful I couldn’t look away.

The salty Sea smell drifted on the wind. I could also hear the loud conversations of seagulls flying in the distance.

After listening to the seagulls’ conversations about hunting competitions, I turned around. Seeing the seagulls so peaceful, I could be certain that at least no monsters were appearing nearby.

“You’ll find lodging first, right?”

“Yeah.”

I fiddled with the Separate Space Dimension bracelet containing the Dura’han.

I should tell Tristan and Jigol, who have good mobility, to go look around the area. And gather information about whether there’s news of Dura’han.

While those two gather information, I need to hear about the Twelve Sinners.

* * *

Immon is the port city with the most developed fishing industry within the Empire.

It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that more than half of the fish supplied throughout the Empire are caught in the waters off Immon.

Previously, Jigol had recalled a fellow knight complaining about being sick of eating fish during his childhood, and Tristan also provided specific testimony, saying ‘I remember that fellow knight’s family owned large fishing vessels.’

Immon is the only port city where large fishing vessels operate. Perhaps the Dura’han is here. If I had to guess further, this Dura’han might transform into marine life.

As soon as we emerged from the Separate Space Dimension, I soothed Tristan and Jigol who were crying and promising never to transform on their own again before sending them out, then forcibly sent Jeon out as well, and finally sat face to face with Samuel at the lodging.

“We’ve talked about the Primordial God to death, so let’s get to the main point today.”

“Understood.”

Perhaps thinking he had dragged things out excessively himself, he nodded. Was I finally going to learn what those damn Twelve Sinners had done?

I took out the bottle of alcohol Jeon had bought in Kes. Since we didn’t have the conditions to brew tea, I had chosen this as a substitute for something to drink. This time I should pour it into proper glasses and drink it.

“Do you remember when I spoke about the thirty-two prophets?”

“The first humans. The 32 roots planted by the Creator.”

It was content I had heard until my ears were calloused over the past few days under the pretext of needing to understand organic relationships.

The fact that those 32 roots flourished to create today’s humanity is also mentioned in the Temple’s official mythology.

The Mage Tower had officially ridiculed the claim that 32 humans created by God made today’s humanity.

As I poured alcohol into the glass and responded indifferently, Samuel nodded.

“Yes. The Twelve Sinners were originally prophets.”

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