Don’t Look for the Resurrected Villainess - Chapter 75

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Chapter 75

“They must have starved the child.”

Jeon muttered in a weary voice. Thanks to the Young Lizardman swallowing meat without even chewing as fast as we could give it, our generously prepared food supplies seemed like they would hit rock bottom.

[It’s too thin. It looks like we’ll need to feed it well for several days before it properly gains weight.]

Ganic, who had been watching from a distance, said with a sigh. Ever since seeing how the Young Lizardman was afraid of him, he hadn’t been able to approach closely.

Seeing him unable to let go of his interest despite this, Palides clicked his tongue and muttered.

[Looks like Ganic wants to raise it going forward.]

[What’s this about raising it when he can’t even touch it.]

At Jigol’s words, Tristan also shrugged his shoulders as if in agreement. Regardless of what the Dura’han were saying, Ganic earnestly voiced his opinion.

[If we release it in the Lizardman habitat, its survival chances will increase.]

Lizardman habitat, he says. I replied as if complaining.

“Far from finding a Lizardman habitat, I can’t even guarantee when we’ll be able to leave here.”

I tried operating the Separate Space Dimension magic tool again just in case, but it was still completely unresponsive.

My appearance I could somehow hide with a hood, but there was no way to drag around four giant Dura’han…

As I was lost in troubled thoughts with a restless heart, Samuel, who had been checking the map, spoke to me.

“Have you decided on your next destination by any chance?”

“Why do you ask?”

“There’s an old monastery nearby. If you need to kill time, that place would be better than here.”

“A monastery?”

“It’s an abandoned place that’s no longer in use. Since returning to the city is out of the question and camping has become restricted, I think it would be better to rest comfortably there and reorganize our condition.”

Of course, a proper building would be more comfortable to rest in than this crude cave, but I couldn’t readily accept his suggestion.

“…Are you sure it’s abandoned?”

When I looked at him with suspicious eyes, Samuel calmly nodded his head.

“Yes. It’s not in use. And if you’re interested in the Twelve Sinners, visiting this place will be helpful.”

“Why?”

“The altar that the Twelve Sinners destroyed belonged to this Febrin Monastery.”

He must be talking about that very altar that became the material for the round table. Surprised by this unexpected information, I widened my eyes, and he continued with a faint smile.

“You might find the information you’re looking for at Febrin. I’ll guide you there.”

“Why would you guide me? Is it okay to cooperate like that when you don’t even know my purpose?”

“You won’t try to run away as long as you continue to find me useful, right?”

At this matter-of-fact response, not only I but even Jeon, who had been preparing food for the Young Lizardman, looked at Samuel with bewildered eyes.

I tried to understand his extraordinary thought process but eventually gave up. Anyway, his conclusion was that he couldn’t watch me run away three times.

I had already said I would take him along, but I didn’t know he was still keeping that problem in mind.

“Are you still worried I might run away?”

“Yes. Since I’ve told you about the Twelve Sinners, I expected you wouldn’t feel the need for companionship anymore.”

…How did he know.

Though a corner of my heart felt guilty, I tried to maintain a calm expression. Since I had no intention of continuing my companionship with Samuel forever, I had indeed been thinking of ways to shake him off in advance.

It was true that I had thought of various plans considering even the possibility of Jeon’s magic seal being released, but that didn’t mean I was planning to run away immediately.

I was planning to move in earnest once the magic tool started working properly.

“The information I provided was general. I’ll add detailed information as it comes to mind while we travel together.”

“Even if you don’t say that, I wasn’t particularly thinking of running away.”

Having told a barefaced lie, I slyly averted my gaze. Even so, my mind was complicated. Febrin Monastery, he says.

“Where is this monastery?”

“We just need to cross the valley on the opposite side.”

He and I stood at the cave entrance. In the direction Samuel was pointing, there were only thick trees and a ridge that looked quite steep.

“The path is hidden so that strangers cannot find their way there.”

“Why is it hidden?”

“Well, naturally, because it’s where the first sin began.”

They hid the entire monastery’s existence just because the altar got ransacked a bit?

The more I heard, the more the Creator seemed like a petty person. If he wanted to establish his authority that much, he could do it in other ways – what sense does it make to hide and erase all the bad things?

Somehow, the more I learned, the more I seemed to empathize with the feelings of the Twelve Sinners whose faces I didn’t even know.

“Is it okay for you to tell me about such a place?”

“As I mentioned.”

Was it because of his blunt tone? His words felt particularly firm. If voices had form, Samuel would probably be spitting out square letters.

“It’s so that I can stay by your side.”

Samuel’s voice was resolute.

“…”

I stared at him quietly.

If square words were stacked up neatly, it seemed like his immeasurable emotions would take shape. What would be the form of the personal interest he wanted to show me?

“By my side…”

…Whatever it was, it didn’t feel welcome. His emotions seemed to be completed regardless of my will or understanding.

I turned around while adjusting my hood. I wasn’t particularly interested in the emotions Samuel harbored toward me. I didn’t care what shape those angular letters would complete either.

I was just certain from our recent conversation that the current Samuel was cooperative toward me.

“Then guide me.”

And I had no intention of refusing that.

* * *

Prisian had selected subordinates skilled in tracking from the time she came to Immon Port.

Thanks to this, while Maxel’s subordinates searched haphazardly, she could move swiftly following traces.

Naturally, she didn’t bother to correct Maxel’s subordinates’ futile efforts. She even went to the trouble of deliberately shaking them off, worried they might follow her trail and steal the fruits of her labor.

Prisian watched her subordinates who were absorbed in searching, then gazed at the valley visible in the distance.

According to what she had learned in Immon, Samuel had been inquiring about small fishing villages, and the only area he had shown interest in was Riddle.

And coming to Riddle, she had heard news of the Reviver. Could this be a coincidence?

‘Could Anelli be traveling with Samuel Bent?’

She had guessed that following Samuel’s trail might lead her to meet Anelli, but she hadn’t thought they might be together from the start.

If the two really were together, had Anelli decided to rely on the Temple?

But to say that…

‘The Temple is too quiet.’

If Anelli had decided to rely on the Temple, Roam’s informants would have brought news long ago. Even if not, the High Priest would have joyfully announced the ‘Reviver news’ throughout the region.

The Temple remained quiet. This was because their excitement had reached its limit since the Reviver wasn’t showing any notable activity.

Even the believers who had made a fuss when the first oracle came down, as if all evil on this earth would be immediately destroyed, had now returned to their usual state.

“Young Duke, this way.”

Prisian emerged from her thoughts upon hearing her subordinate’s report.

“But Young Duke, the traces are a bit strange.”

“What is?”

“Monster traces are mixed in.”

“Dura’han?”

“That’s not certain. But it doesn’t seem to be just one. We’d need to collect the remaining bodily fluids or fur for precise investigation to determine the exact identity.”

“Then let’s move on. Pursuing them is more important right now.”

“If we continue like this, we might have to spend the night in the mountains.”

The subordinate said worriedly. These traces were leading deeper and deeper into the mountains, and there was no telling how much further they’d have to go.

Since monster traces had been discovered, they had to consider the possibility of combat as well.

The usual Prisian might have retreated at this point and dispatched search parties in all directions.

But she was now gripped by the intuition that if she turned back at this moment, she might completely lose Anelli’s trail.

“We continue the pursuit.”

Prisian checked her magic tools. Among the subordinates she had brought was a mage. Since a mage was a significant force, she judged that they wouldn’t fall into the worst situation.

They moved quickly again. In the process, Prisian obtained several more pieces of information.

First, Anelli’s movement speed was slower than expected. She seemed to be moving slowly for some reason. Also, monsters were definitely accompanying her on that journey.

“Come to think of it, monsters have been involved every time.”

In the first sighting, it was a Wyvern, then Dura’han. And now again, an unidentified monster.

“Monsters…”

Anelli before her beheading had lived a life far removed from monsters. So does this mean the current Anelli is fighting against the ‘rampant evil’ according to the divine oracle?

Prisian, who had lived without knowing devotion in life, couldn’t imagine Anelli moving according to divine oracle. Moreover, the Anelli she knew had as little faith as herself.

Or could it be that the resurrected Anelli had gained tremendous religious devotion?

“Since she died and came back to life, that’s possible.”

It wasn’t just dying and coming back to life, but being beheaded and then resurrected made it even more likely.

Prisian’s doubts returned to square one.

‘Is that child really the Anelli I know?’

The answer to that would be resolved when she met Anelli.

* * *

When I heard the mountain birds’ chatter, I was only half-believing it…

After hearing that some humans were rapidly searching through the mountains, I was fortunate to have hidden the Dura’han just in case.

If anyone encountered four Dura’han who couldn’t even transform, they would draw their swords first.

I thought of the Dura’han who would be hiding nearby with Jeon, watching the situation, then glanced to the side.

Samuel standing beside me maintained an expressionless face. However, to my eyes that had been watching him for days, I could see the irritation he was suppressing.

Seeing that expression, I could tell. Samuel hadn’t conspired with the other party to create this situation.

“Samuel Bent, thanks to you we’ve been spared some trouble. Let me express my gratitude in advance.”

Prisian Sister didn’t even hide the fact that she had tracked Samuel to get here.

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