Don’t Look for the Resurrected Villainess - Chapter 79

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Chapter 79

“I grew up in the Temple.”

“But you said it was an abandoned and hidden monastery.”

Crossing through bear habitat that you couldn’t even tell was a path, and finding the mountain pass that looked completely blocked this easily? Without getting lost at all?

“I studied hard.”

‘That doesn’t seem like information you could know just from studying hard.’

I glared at Samuel with suspicious eyes, but his face remained completely unperturbed.

For a brief moment, suspicion bubbled up again that the Temple might have set a trap, but I soon shook my head.

My visit to Riddle wasn’t planned, and they wouldn’t have opened a hidden monastery just to catch me.

Moreover, the path we were currently traveling clearly hadn’t been used for a long time and was overgrown with weeds.

But still, what was this unnaturalness?

[Captain.]

Nadab, who had been silently carrying me, suddenly spoke up. Nadab raised his head high and stared at the end of the passage.

“What?”

[That place…]

“…Do you remember something?”

[I feel something familiar from that place.]

Familiar? I’m desperately arguing that you guys aren’t sinners, so what do you mean familiar?

[The other guys will feel it too.]

Nadab mentioned Palides, Jigol, and Ganic one by one, who I had put in the separate space dimension for convenience of travel, then called to Tristan who was clinging to his mane.

[Right, Tristan?]

[Sniff… That’s right. Everyone will be happy, Captain.]

“…Tristan, are you crying?”

[I’ve been crying since earlier. Sob…]

Oh dear, since he’s transformed into a bumblebee, I couldn’t notice he was crying at all.

I looked down awkwardly at the black bumblebee that was barely visible buried in the black mane, then shifted my gaze forward.

Seeing them react this strongly, they really must be the Twelve Sinners.

What should I do?

“We’ve arrived.”

Meanwhile, Samuel, who had reached the end of the passage first, turned to look this way. Behind him, I could see the brightly lit outdoor scenery. As we approached closer, a dense forest revealed itself.

“This is Febrin Monastery.”

Between the dense trees, there was a small brick building covered with grass and moss. The sunlight filtering through the leaves and the chirping of mountain birds made it feel as peaceful as being in another world.

[Waaahhh!]

Of course, it didn’t seem peaceful for everyone.

[How disgraceful, Tristan.]

[But I can’t help these emotions! What am I supposed to do about tears coming out!]

[Sigh…]

I felt relieved again after a long time.

I’m glad only I can hear these guys’ conversations.

* * *

Either cutting necks, or having his neck cut.

Samuel’s nightmares, which had only these two choices, began to gradually change form after he reunited with Anelli in Claim.

He thought there might be some connection, but he hadn’t expected such immediate changes to occur, so he was initially flustered.

However, Samuel quickly regained his composure. Though he still couldn’t understand the clear meaning of the dreams, it was proven that they were definitely connected to the Revivers.

So he had to accompany Anelli. Not just because he was the search party captain.

The longer their journey together lasted, the more scenes and figures were added to the nightmares that had previously left only vague sensations. The scenery of Febrin Monastery was one of the scenes left by those nightmares.

As he stared at the murals that had become stained and cloudy from weathering, he heard indifferent muttering beside him. It was Anelli, who had entered the monastery entrance a bit late after exploring the front yard.

“For an abandoned place, it’s well preserved.”

“Places that serve the Creator are blessed everywhere. They won’t collapse unless there’s a deliberately massive attack.”

“Ah, the Creator’s blessing.”

Anelli nodded casually with a disbelieving expression and turned around, saying she would look around inside. The Dura’han she led also followed behind her.

“It really does seem to be an abandoned place.”

Jeon, who had released his wolf to thoroughly search the surroundings because he didn’t trust Samuel’s words, also entered the monastery.

He strode into the building’s interior with his wolf leading the way, as if he didn’t expect Samuel’s guidance anyway.

After confirming that his companions had scattered in different directions, Samuel also silently began walking.

This was his first visit to Febrin. It was an unfamiliar monastery where he had only glimpsed words while reading books.

Yet he walked as if it were a familiar place.

There were many prayer rooms within the monastery. However, the place Samuel was looking for was predetermined. For the past few days, he had repeatedly dreamed only of heading to a specific prayer room in this monastery.

If there was something slightly unusual, it was that someone would welcome him as he came out after finishing his prayers.

He was curious about the face, but each time the dream would end after barely seeing the other person’s feet.

But this time, now that he had arrived at this place, something might be different.

‘If my guess is correct, that someone is probably…’

Samuel, who had descended to the lower floor by crossing two or three steps at once, stood in front of the old prayer room door at the end of the corridor.

When he grasped and turned the rusty handle covered with white dust, the wooden door opened with a creak. On the empty wall in front, only traces remained where a holy statue had once hung.

It was a narrow underground prayer room without a single window. A place that felt stuffy and cramped both in dreams and now.

‘I don’t feel anything.’

Samuel, who had been standing blankly in the center of the prayer room, sighed inwardly. Nothing came to mind, and he didn’t feel any special energy. He had thought the Creator had guided him to this place.

He tried manifesting divine power just in case, but nothing changed. Samuel knelt on one knee and examined the floor.

In his dreams, he seemed to have knelt like this and devoted himself to prayer for hours.

However, even when he tried to act similarly by retracing his memories, he felt nothing special.

‘I thought I could get a clue.’

Should he wait until night? If he slept here, the nightmare might show him a new path.

Finally, he stood up carrying only disappointment and quietly turned around. The moment he pushed the wooden door and stepped outside, elegant black shoes entered his downward gaze.

“As expected of someone who’s definitely a cleric.”

It was Anelli standing with an indifferent expression.

“Prayer is good, but explain the interior first.”

With her arms crossed, she glanced at the other prayer rooms beyond the long corridor and grumbled.

“It doesn’t seem big, but the layout is too complicated. I can’t find the chapel.”

Anelli, who had been looking around, made a puzzled expression at Samuel’s lack of response.

“Sir?”

“How did you know I was here?”

“I was wandering around and happened to come down to the basement when you just came out.”

“Don’t you know the monastery’s internal structure?”

“Of course not. Didn’t you hear what I said earlier? I asked you to explain it to me.”

But if you didn’t know, then why.

Samuel, who had been staring at Anelli with a rigid gaze, pressed his lips tightly together. Again. The strange feeling that had been tormenting him lately surged up unexpectedly again.

Samuel, who suppressed his emotions while clenching his molars, slowly parted his lips.

“…I don’t know exactly either. But if you look around the entrance, there might be signs for visitors.”

“I see.”

At her appearance of turning around without hesitation as if her business was finished, Samuel reflexively spoke up.

“Let’s go together.”

She had left all the Dura’han, who seemed like they wouldn’t leave her side, somewhere, and Anelli was standing alone. So he felt uneasy about sending her off alone.

“You should pray, Sir.”

“You’ll get lost wandering around alone.”

“I’m not stupid enough to not understand signs.”

She smiled as if she had heard something amusing. Her narrowly curved eyes immediately caught his attention.

Her sparkling purple eyes captured Samuel. Under her gaze that looked directly at him, Samuel unconsciously averted his eyes.

Samuel, who passed by her curtly, walked ahead and answered quickly.

“Generally, monastery structures are similar. Once you figure out the location with the signs, guidance afterward is easy.”

“I see.”

“Yes, so….”

Samuel, who had been striding toward the ascending stairs, suddenly realized something and stopped abruptly.

Anelli had changed her appearance as soon as the magical tool’s function returned to normal.

Samuel, who had been silent, slowly turned around. The silver-haired Anelli, who had been giving him a melting smile just moments before, was nowhere to be seen.

“…What is this.”

All that could be seen behind him was the desolate and dark underground corridor.

* * *

I don’t trust Samuel’s fanatical statement that this place is blessed because it’s a location that serves the Creator.

However, it was certain that this building was sturdy. After knocking on several walls, I crossed my arms with inner relief.

‘Well, at least it won’t collapse.’

[Absolutely, this place holds our precious memories!]

Tristan, who had been flying around faster than ever before, shouted with a voice full of emotion. He had barely stopped crying, but now seemed to be immersed in deep sentiment.

It was so much that even the emotional Palides shuddered and declared he wouldn’t associate with him.

Ganic, who glanced toward Palides walking ahead with Jigol, soothed Tristan with a dignified voice.

[Tristan, stop crying already.]

[Kyu!]

The Young Lizardman, who had returned after becoming close during their time together in the Separate Space Dimension, nodded vigorously in agreement.

Watching the Young Lizardman, I slowly lowered my gaze. The Young Lizardman was preciously holding a black sea turtle in both arms. That is, um, the transformed Ganic.

The round, hard shell was exactly the right size to fill the Young Lizardman’s embrace completely, making it very stable.

How should I put it, it wouldn’t be inappropriate to call it a baby’s comfort toy.

“Should I carry him if he’s heavy?”

[Kyu kyu kyu!]

The Young Lizardman, despite not understanding words, somehow realized I was trying to take Ganic away and shook his head fiercely. Ganic chuckled warmly from within the little one’s embrace.

[It’s fine. Though he’s young, Lizardmen are originally monsters with considerable strength. And at this young age, they need attachment objects.]

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