Don’t Look for the Resurrected Villainess - Chapter 65

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Chapter 65

He was momentarily flustered and couldn’t find his words, but quickly regained his composure. Then he asked seriously.

“Then you’re certain you have no lingering feelings for that man?”

“Who? Maxel? Of course.”

“Since you’re not close, there seems to be no need to go out of your way to call him by name.”

“I hate being formal with him even more.”

If not by name, I’d have to call him ‘Your Highness the Crown Prince,’ but I didn’t want that. It would make me feel like I was one of the countless nobles serving him, which was unpleasant.

“But do you have some grudge against the Imperial House?”

Even if Maxel wasn’t present, he was still the crown prince of a nation, yet calling him ‘that man’ so casually was a bit… Of course, I had no intention of stopping him.

“I don’t. But I learned that calling someone by name has special meaning in noble society. My question is reasonable.”

“I’m not currently part of noble society, so why would I need to suddenly assign special meaning to names?”

“Then the mage calling your name so carelessly also had no meaning?”

At that moment, I recalled what Jeon had said very seriously.

That Samuel’s obsession was dangerous.

After Heinrih, I never expected to hear this kind of talk about names again. Could there really be some spell called ‘Anelli’ that I don’t know about?

“Samuel Bent. I really don’t want to say this with my own mouth.”

“Please speak.”

“Do you perhaps have personal feelings for me?”

“I told you I do.”

Ah, right. He did.

I looked at Samuel with disbelief as he nodded so calmly, then cleared my throat.

I should ask in a way that’s easier to understand, but even with all my shamelessness, this kind of question was a bit embarrassing.

After unnecessarily clearing my throat, I looked at Samuel seriously again.

“No, I mean. Your personal feelings aren’t based on rational reasons like having to protect me because I’m a Reviver, or needing to gain my trust to bring me to the Temple…”

“As I said, it’s personal desire. I admit it’s an irrational reason.”

He admitted his personal feelings far too easily.

…Actually, it’s nothing special, am I just misunderstanding? I’m getting embarrassed for nothing.

Right, maybe I interpreted a priest’s personal feelings from too worldly a perspective.

Suddenly everyone around me was spouting nonsense about liking me, so I must have developed excessive delusions. I pressed my forehead and nodded carelessly.

“Right, priests have strong compassion.”

“It’s not compassion.”

“Huh?”

“I said it’s not pity. I wouldn’t chase after someone I pity this desperately. There are other priests in charge of social service.”

He added with a puzzled voice.

“Do you need pity?”

“Of course not.”

“Yes. From what I can see, you don’t seem to like such emotions very much.”

The longer our conversation went on, the more it seemed like we were talking about different things. Was it just my imagination?

It seemed like continuing the conversation would make it harder for us to understand each other. I decided to just not try to understand.

What’s the point of expending mental energy on this? The Dura’han business alone is enough of a headache. No need to add more troubles.

“Anyway, thanks for the information.”

As I tried to wrap up the conversation appropriately, Samuel parted his lips as if to say something.

But he couldn’t continue the conversation as he wished. A pitch-black sparrow tapped the window with its beak.

When I opened the window, Jigol flew inside with a flutter.

[Captain, Captain! I found it! I figured it out!]

Jigol flew around me with an excited voice, shouting.

[It’s definitely nearby!]

“Really?”

[Yes! In a remote fishing village near this city!]

Jigol said with an excited voice.

[There’s definitely a guardian deity there!]

…What kind of god?

* * *

Leaving Samuel in the room, I came outside and met with the Dura’han at a quiet dock in the city.

A black horse, a knight in full plate armor, a black sparrow, a black bumblebee, and me. If you didn’t listen to our conversation, we probably didn’t look particularly strange.

Probably.

[Aren’t you just getting ahead of yourself and spouting random things you overheard?]

[I’m not, Tristan!]

[So according to you, one of the knights became a village guardian deity.]

[That’s right, Nadab!]

“Jigol, you do know we’re Dura’han, right?”

[Even Palides! Why doesn’t anyone believe me!]

Well, because it’s strange. A village worshipping a Dura’han as their guardian deity – does that make sense?

[Maybe he transformed into something plausible and became a guardian deity!]

Jigol seemed convinced that this mysterious guardian deity was the Dura’han we were looking for, stubbornly raising his voice alone.

But the other Dura’han were skeptical. The general consensus was that he was ‘fully recovered and eager to show results, so he’s making unreasonable claims.’

[I felt our aura, even if faintly, from the human talking about the guardian deity!]

[That human might have just told a wild story and you misinterpreted the aura.]

[It’s real! He said that when scary monsters appear in his fishing village, starting with sea monsters, this guardian deity defeats them!]

At Jigol’s words, Tristan trembled.

[Don’t tell me the defeated monsters were…]

Tristan, you’re thinking the same thing as me…

[We’re the Twelve Knights of the Round Table! Of course we would have won!]

The sparrow who had been under Eagle’s protection with an injured wing when we first met spoke confidently. He must have forgotten his past the moment his wing healed.

“But we’re also monsters. Maybe he went berserk like me and was defeated by someone.”

[If a Dura’han had gone berserk, people would have been talking about it. But I didn’t hear anything.]

At Tristan’s words, Nadab snorted.

[If it’s Ganic here, he wouldn’t have gone berserk easily. That guy had stronger mental fortitude than anyone.]

“Ah, right. I remembered sparring with Ganic yesterday!”

[I remember too. You always lost, Palides.]

“What is this horse-head saying in front of the Captain! I’m stronger!”

[You didn’t always lose, but your rankings changed daily.]

“That promiscuous bumblebee!”

The conversation was gradually going off track. At this point, it seemed like their chaotic behavior wasn’t because they lacked heads, but just their personalities. When gathered together, they absolutely couldn’t have a proper conversation.

Eventually, I decided to intervene in this conversation.

“So you all agree that this knight called Ganic is likely in this area?”

Palides answered obediently.

“If there’s a Knight of the Round Table here, it would be Ganic.”

[Captain, let me go to that village! He said it’s nearby so it’ll be quick!]

[Captain, I’ll go with Jigol to check out this so-called guardian deity.]

I crossed my arms and fell into thought. Sending them wouldn’t be a problem, but I still hadn’t decided whether I should continue taking in Dura’han.

After all, I had just heard the story of the Twelve Sinners from Samuel moments ago.

“For now…”

[Don’t worry, Captain! I’ll go and come back quickly!]

[I’ll watch from the side to make sure he doesn’t cause trouble, and stab him with my stinger if necessary!]

Jigol snorted loudly at Tristan, then sat on Nadab’s head and looked up at me with round, black eyes. My face was reflected clearly in his pitch-black eyes.

…He was too cute.

[Captain… Do you not trust me?]

I was speechless at the sparrow’s cute appearance that I felt after so long.

Whether he’s a Dura’han or a sinner, he’s just too cute. Even after seeing Jigol’s true form, his cuteness as a sparrow hadn’t diminished at all.

Rather, it seemed like I was under the illusion that even his true form was cute because of his sparrow appearance.

“…Go ahead.”

Unable to bear the thought of seeing the sparrow disappointed, I eventually nodded. Jigol flapped his wings excitedly.

[Understood, Captain! I won’t let you down!]

[Captain, I’ll move right away.]

I suddenly felt worried. From the perspective of a bumblebee and a sparrow, this would probably be quite an expedition for them… They’re not children, so they should be fine, right?

“If things go wrong, run away no matter what. Don’t try to fight.”

When I gave this advice out of unnecessary concern, Jigol answered spiritedly that he understood.

“Don’t transform into monsters in front of people.”

I was about to tell them never to drop their transformation, but I changed my mind.

“…If it’s really dangerous, you can return to your true forms to protect yourselves.”

[We won’t cause any trouble, Captain!]

I expected Jigol to say he’d come back victorious, but he gave an unexpected answer. Tristan also agreed with Jigol’s words.

[We’ll be careful not to cause any burden for you, Captain.]

The two Dura’han who had made such bold promises to me flew up energetically. Nadab and Palides shouted after them repeatedly to behave well and not cause any trouble.

…Did I treat these guys too much like troublemakers?

I felt uneasy seeing the Dura’han being overly cautious, but Jigol and Tristan had already left. In the end, I returned to the lodging feeling unsettled.

Understanding my attitude somehow, Nadab and Palides comforted me, saying they would absolutely not cause any trouble. They seemed oblivious to the fact that their attitude was making me feel even more uncomfortable.

Since I could clearly sense they were genuinely trying hard not to be abandoned by me, I decided to send Nadab and Palides into the Separate Space Dimension.

“It should be fine.”

I needed time to settle these complicated feelings first.

I’d probably feel better if I rested alone in the lodging until Jigol and Tristan returned.

* * *

“Two companions who didn’t reveal their identities?”

“Yes.”

Prisian stared down at the report his aide had handed him. They had been running around trying to find Samuel, who had disappeared without reporting to the Temple for some time, and discovered Samuel’s records in an unexpected place.

Samuel’s identification had been used in the process of using the Warp Gate. Roam’s informants, who had been collecting gate usage records all along, immediately reported to Prisian.

Samuel was not alone.

“Companions…”

According to the informants planted in the Temple, there had been no news that Samuel had found Anelli. Then these companions could be subordinates that Samuel was employing.

Prisian narrowed his eyes.

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