Don’t Look for the Resurrected Villainess - Chapter 77

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Chapter 77

Prisian Sister, who quickly regained her composure, signaled to her subordinate with her eyes. She seemed to have judged that conversation was impossible. Seeing Prisian Sister’s action, Samuel placed his hand on his sword hilt.

Prisian Sister let out a shallow laugh at Samuel’s reaction.

“No matter how well the Grand Temple treated you, the level of clergy is obvious. Roam is sufficiently reflecting on past mistakes. We’ll guarantee you a better life in every way. Roam should be more familiar to you too.”

Prisian Sister seemed to guess that I would seek refuge in the Temple, seeing me accompanying Samuel. I didn’t bother to correct her misconception.

The moment she thought I had chosen one side, political battles would inevitably begin. While they fought, I just needed to hide diligently.

Samuel clicked his tongue quietly at the sight of Prisian Sister listing the practical benefits she could provide me. With his hand still on his sword hilt, he asked in a low voice.

“Are you finished with your conversation?”

The atmosphere was heading toward an inevitable clash. No matter how strong Samuel was, facing multiple opponents would be troublesome, so eventually the Dura’han would have to step in.

I slowly stepped backward, gauging the timing to call the Dura’han.

Where we stood was a dense forest. The giant trees and thick undergrowth were suitable for the Dura’han to hide, but too cramped for fighting.

Could we quickly escape if Jeon tactfully brought the horses while one or two threatened them?

Or should we go with completely massacring the subordinates…

“Ugh?”

One of the subordinates standing behind Prisian Sister suddenly let out a short scream and bent at the waist. I could see a faint flash of light from his hands.

“Magic?”

“Young Duke, be careful!”

The subordinate with a pained expression shouted urgently. Prisian Sister, who had been looking around, twisted her expression and glared at me.

“Anelli, you!”

Whoosh!

“Watch out!”

Samuel grabbed me and pulled me back sharply. At the same time, flames shot up between us and Prisian Sister. They rose so high that Prisian Sister and her subordinates were completely hidden behind the flames.

The flames encircled and trapped Prisian Sister and her subordinates.

“What is this…”

I looked at the flames with surprised eyes, then reflexively looked down at my bracelet. Had the magic tool’s function returned?

[Captain!]

[Captain, are you alright?]

[Why aren’t you calling us!]

[I’ll carry this Young Lizardman and run.]

The flood of voices brought me to my senses. When I raised my surprised eyes, I saw the Dura’han who had revealed themselves.

Jeon, who had brought the hidden horses, handed one set of reins to Samuel. With a rigidly hardened expression, he immediately turned toward me.

“Jeon?”

“Get on the horse.”

Pushed by his forceful manner of suddenly offering me the reins, I found myself mounting his horse in bewilderment, while Jeon stretched his hand toward the flames. I could see red light swirling around his fingertips.

“That…?”

Following the movement of his fingers sweeping through the air, the range of flames expanded. The flames that shot up like a giant barrier settled stably in place.

Blue light flickered from Jeon’s other hand this time. Blue threads penetrated between the lights that floated like red fireflies. The movement was exactly like threading beads on a string.

This wasn’t the first time I’d seen a mage’s magic.

But the scene unfolding before my eyes now was something I’d never seen in my life. The magic I knew used auxiliary tools like mana stones and pre-drawn magic circle scrolls. That was quick and fast, but not as impressive as this.

This was truly, literally beautiful.

The barrier made of flames was woven like a net with blue threads. It seemed to hold the fire back from spreading too large.

Though the trees and undergrowth touched by the flames were charred black, the sparks didn’t spread to other areas.

This was the first time I’d seen such delicate magic manifestation.

As I stared blankly up at the barrier sparkling with red and blue light, Jeon let out a long breath. He frowned slightly and muttered in an irritated tone.

“Just this much…”

I could hear shouting from beyond the flames. From how urgent it sounded, something seemed to be happening inside.

“Did you kill them?”

“No, should I have killed them?”

“No, that’s not what I meant.”

Isn’t trapping them without killing more difficult?

As I stared at the fire barrier in bewilderment, Jeon, who had quickly formed hand seals in the air to finish, approached me.

“Excuse me.”

Jeon, who mounted behind me in an instant, took the reins instead of me.

“Let’s depart quickly.”

The horses kicked the ground between the narrow trees. Just before we started running, I thought I heard Prisian Sister’s voice calling my name, but it didn’t bother me at all.

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Fortunately, during our escape, the broken magic tool regained its original function. Along with that, the Dura’han’s transformations became possible again.

After confirming that the magic tool was working normally, we stopped our flight when we reached a quiet area around a riverbank. We needed to change horses and reorganize our condition.

Samuel left to survey the nearby terrain and leave traces to deceive any pursuers.

Tristan, who had transformed into a bumblebee, also left saying he would get cooperation from nearby bee swarms.

Jigol transformed into a sparrow and flew up to guard the surroundings, while Ganic entered the Separate Space Dimension with the Young Lizardman. Palides stood guard in the form of a human knight, saying he would protect my safety.

And Nadab, who had been trapped in the Separate Space Dimension the whole time, could finally come outside.

[I thought I’d never be able to carry you again, Captain.]

Nadab, who learned that I had briefly ridden Jeon’s horse, stamped his feet and burst with indignation. I patted Nadab’s neck to soothe him, then turned to look at Jeon.

He had been furious the entire ride here, and was now calming himself in front of the babbling stream.

Just when I thought he was quickly composing his anger, his face soon changed to a tearful expression. After hesitating briefly, I quietly approached his side.

“When was the mana seal released?”

“It wasn’t released.”

Jeon, who was crouching in front of the riverbank, clenched and unclenched his fists with both hands. His drooping shoulders clearly showed he was dispirited.

“I should say it was partially released then stopped. Since some mana returned, I tried to use that to accelerate the release of the remaining seal… but it looks like it’ll be delayed.”

“Was the magic you used earlier the problem?”

“Yes. There was a mage behind them secretly trying to work something, so I had to urgently stop it and couldn’t control the amount of mana. Plus, since it was a barrier rather than an attack spell, I had to control it delicately, which consumed a lot of mana. In the end, the mana left in my hands is just a handful.”

“Original mana recovers though.”

“Of course, if it were a normal state. But my mana circles are completely bound, so it only gets consumed without recovering.”

Jeon looked down at his palm regretfully. His disappointment was evident. I stared at him like that, then suddenly spoke up.

“You could have used other magic tools I have.”

“After that mage secretly activated magic? You probably would have been subdued before you could even use a magic tool.”

It seemed the subordinate standing behind Prisian Sister had tried to pull something with magic. Jeon, as a fellow mage, had quickly noticed it.

“But I have my subordinates too, and Samuel Bent was there.”

“What good would come from revealing that you have Dura’han as subordinates?”

“Well…”

“Besides, there seemed to be too many people for one Knight to handle alone?”

I understood Jeon’s explanation well enough. As he said, there was no benefit in showing the Dura’han in front of Prisian Sister.

However, it didn’t seem like Jeon had made such a rational judgment when he intervened earlier.

I recalled the image of the red barrier reflected in his flashing golden eyes.

He was definitely angry at that moment. The barrier made of flames was nothing less than a manifestation of the rage he was feeling in that instant.

“What I mean is, there was no reason for you to strain yourself to help me.”

At my words, Jeon stopped talking. As he looked at me questioningly, I averted my gaze diagonally and spoke calmly.

“You don’t usually like conflicts. Moreover, you want to release the mana seal so badly that you’re wearing illegal magic tools. There was no need to jump into a situation that could cause problems.”

Jeon, who had been blinking and staring at me intently, suddenly asked a question.

“Were you displeased that I intervened?”

“No.”

“Don’t tell me you were persuaded by that shameless conversation?”

“As if!”

“Then, are you worried I’ll ask for a raise?”

“That’s not it…”

The words didn’t continue further. I didn’t know what to explain.

Should I say your anger looking beyond the barrier was excessive? Or that it was a situation not worth your anger? If you stepped in out of unnecessary sympathy, should I call it a useless emotion?

Or despite all that futility, should I say it was strange that your anger looked beautiful?

At my silent appearance, Jeon scratched the back of his head. It was his usual somewhat silly and light-hearted demeanor.

“I’m not asking for more money. I voluntarily got involved in this, didn’t I?”

“Why did you get involved?”

“I was angry and couldn’t just stand by.”

At his grumbling murmur, I reflexively asked a question.

“Why were you?”

“You didn’t show it.”

“What?”

“Lady Anelli didn’t get angry. That made me angry.”

Jeon awkwardly cleared his throat and turned his gaze away. He stared quietly at the babbling stream and gave a listless laugh.

“If it were me, I wouldn’t have been able to converse so nicely with a smile like that.”

That was an answer I hadn’t expected. He wasn’t angry at what my sister said, but at my attitude toward my sister.

I pursed my lips and followed his gaze to the stream.

“…?”

Looking at the sparkling water surface, I carefully retraced my thoughts. Hadn’t I gotten angry earlier? I was certainly dumbfounded by my sister’s words and felt like sneering.

I should have sneered, but I don’t think I actually got angry. I don’t think I felt it was worth the effort.

“So you got angry on my behalf?”

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