Don’t Look for the Resurrected Villainess - Chapter 81

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Chapter 81

 

Even after confirming that it was completely different from before, I still couldn’t shake my distrust, so I let go of that hand and looked back at Jigol who was nearby.

 

Jigol, who had returned to his sparrow form, noticed my gaze and quickly answered.

 

[I can see both the boss’s subordinate and the unpleasant knight!]

 

[What are you talking about?]

 

At Jigol’s exclamation, Nesi, who I didn’t know was there, raised her head and interjected. She was behind us so I couldn’t see her, but if Nesi was there too, it really must be Jeon.

 

I felt relieved without realizing it, and Jeon, who had been standing there bewildered, suddenly looked back at Samuel standing in front of him. He looked back and forth between me and Samuel, then narrowed his eyes.

 

“Don’t tell me Lady Anelli saw something too?”

 

“Did you see something too?”

 

“No, this Holy Knight said he saw something… I naturally thought he was trying to tease me, so I was scoffing at him.”

 

Samuel, who would normally have coldly pointed out Jeon’s finger-pointing, was now standing quietly. His stiffly hardened expression was the usual one, but his brow was slightly furrowed, making him look quite serious.

 

When I approached closer, Samuel narrowed his eyes and looked at me. Then he glanced at Jigol flying around me and sighed.

 

“What did you see?”

 

At my question, Samuel hesitated before slowly parting his lips.

 

“Before that, I’d like to ask you something. Did you happen to go down to the basement?”

 

“No. I was in the chapel.”

 

At my immediate answer, Samuel clicked his tongue quietly.

 

“I met you in the basement. You asked me where the chapel was.”

 

“…Me?”

 

“Yes.”

 

It was an answer without the slightest hint of playfulness. I stared at Samuel in bewilderment, then rubbed the back of my neck that was getting strangely cold as I looked around.

 

When I first arrived here, I just thought it was old, but looking around again now, it was quite eerie.

 

What, is there really a ghost here or something?

 

As I unconsciously brushed my forearm, Jeon slyly interjected with a question.

 

“What did Lady Anelli see?”

 

“I saw you.”

 

“Me?”

 

“You were whining that ghosts were coming out and you were scared, asking me to hold your hand.”

 

Jeon, who had been bewildered by the news that I had seen him, opened his mouth wide.

 

“You fell for that?”

 

“You’ve always been terrified of ghosts.”

 

Jeon, who seemed about to protest with an aggrieved expression, soon recalled his own disgraceful behavior and avoided my gaze with an embarrassed face.

 

After clearing his throat and trying to compose his expression, he asked in a much softer voice.

 

“…Did you hold my hand?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“You refused… what? Really?”

 

“Yes. That’s why I checked as soon as I met you.”

 

Jeon’s eyes opened incredibly wide. Was that really such a surprising thing?

 

“This confirms that this place is strange.”

 

Samuel interjected with a cold voice and looked around the lobby. I also carefully examined the surroundings following him. Except for meeting that strange entity earlier, the scenery was unchanged.

 

“Didn’t the ghost attack you?”

 

“Well, it didn’t seem to have any intention of attacking. But I don’t know what would have happened if we’d stayed together longer. What about you?”

 

“It didn’t show any particularly threatening signs to me either.”

 

While Samuel and I were sharing our experiences, Jeon, who had been spacing out, belatedly came to his senses and interjected.

 

“It might not be a ghost.”

 

When I turned around with my arms crossed, he explained with a quite serious face.

 

“Places where real ghosts appear are much more gloomy, eerie, and cold than this. Rather, if it were ghosts, they’d appear in that Crow Forest we went to before.”

 

It was a completely unconvincing argument.

 

Perhaps seeing my deflated expression, Jeon quickly waved his hands and added.

 

“Of course, excluding such illogical speculation. This is a strange place, but rather than ghosts… it’s a place imbued with some kind of magical power.”

 

“Magic?”

 

“Yes. While checking the inner room with Nesi, I discovered a strange statue. A power similar to magic was flowing out of it. I could also confirm formulas on the surface.”

 

A monastery and magic – it was an unexpected combination. Moreover, wasn’t this monastery abandoned for quite a long time?

 

“If it’s magic power, then it’s magic power. What’s this power similar to magic power?”

 

“Actually, that’s what I want to know too. It’s a type I’ve never seen before. My guess is that it might be ancient magic, and if that’s correct, this is an incredible discovery.”

 

“Not everything you don’t know is ancient magic.”

 

Judging from the safety education he gave before, he seemed to have studied hard at the Mage Tower, but there was no way Jeon knew all magic. Unless he became the Mage Tower Master or something.

 

I had responded considering various possibilities, but Jeon answered in an indignant tone.

 

“That was definitely a type not confirmed by the Mage Tower!”

 

“Right. So in the end, you’re saying you don’t know what it is?”

 

Whether it’s ancient magic or magic that hasn’t been confirmed yet, not knowing is the same, isn’t it?

 

At my point, Jeon couldn’t bring himself to deny it and swallowed quietly.

 

“If I had magic power left to operate, I could have checked immediately, but unfortunately, right now I can only sense it. But tomorrow, or at the latest the day after, I should be able to confirm the statue’s identity.”

 

“Why is there magic cast on a monastery?”

 

“I don’t know that either.”

 

“Wasn’t it an attack type?”

 

“Based on the formulas visible on the surface, it’s similar to protective magic. Or… since two people saw something, it could be illusion magic. Though it wasn’t an illusion magic formula I know.”

 

“Can you touch an illusion’s hand?”

 

“That’s…”

 

Jeon’s lips, which had been answering without hesitation, snapped shut. Even he would find ‘contact’ strange.

 

Illusion magic is literally just a shadow that makes something without substance appear to exist.

 

You can’t grasp a shadow’s hand. But just before, I had grasped the cold hand of ‘something disguised as Jeon.’

 

I felt as if coldness remained in the hand I had held, so I unconsciously clenched and opened my fist.

 

“Anyway, it’s not dangerous, right?”

 

“Probably, yes. That’s how it seemed to me. Besides, Lady Anelli’s subordinates were gathered there too.”

 

If the Dura’han were gathered there, could it be an object related to their past? The same with that unidentified entity that appeared before me?

 

If so, couldn’t I learn information through that ghost or whatever it was?

 

While I was weighing various possibilities in my head, Samuel, who had been quietly listening to our conversation, suddenly asked a question.

 

“That statue, which direction did you find it in?”

 

“Why do you ask?”

 

“Is it perhaps upstairs?”

 

“It is, but…”

 

At Jeon’s answer, Samuel frowned. With an inscrutable expression, he glanced toward the ceiling and recommended to me.

 

“If it’s not dangerous, I think it would be good to go and check it out.”

 

Since the Dura’han were said to be there anyway, it would be good to go directly and see the Dura’han’s condition.

 

“Right, it would be good to check it out.”

 

When I agreed, Samuel stepped forward and took the lead. He didn’t even ask Jeon for directions, but was walking confidently as if he knew everything.

 

I was looking at Samuel with curiosity when Jeon slyly lowered his voice and whispered.

 

“It’s not really a ghost, right?”

 

“You said it was magic.”

 

“No, I think so, but hearing the story, it’s a bit…”

 

At his appearance of making a tearful face and glancing around, Nesi, who had been walking leisurely, growled and scolded him.

 

[Straighten your shoulders and walk confidently!]

 

“See, Nesi is scared too.”

 

Oh dear, Nesi and Jeon still couldn’t communicate at all.

 

I looked pitifully at Nesi, who was stamping her feet in frustration, then sighed seeing Jeon’s complexion growing paler and paler.

 

Just before, he had asserted there would be no ghosts, but now that he discovered the possibility there might be, he got scared so quickly.

 

No wonder I was fooled earlier. How did that thing imitate Jeon so perfectly?

 

“How can you hold a ghost’s hand?”

 

“That’s true too.”

 

“So it’s probably a monster, or some kind of unidentified magic.”

 

Even if it’s not illusion magic, it could be magic applied in a different way. If not that, it could be some unusual monster.

 

Take Palides, for example—he’s a Dura’han who can transform into human form. …Though he has no head.

 

“Well…”

 

Even with my answer, Jeon’s expression still didn’t improve. With a dubious face, he hesitated for a moment, then shuddered and shook his head.

 

“Anyway, if it appears again, don’t be fooled. No matter how scared I am, I wouldn’t ask to hold hands.”

 

Making this request as if it were some grand resolution, he slyly added:

 

“Unless it’s me holding your hand when you’re scared.”

 

“That would be even less likely to happen.”

 

“You never know. Even you must have something you’re afraid of, Anelli.”

 

That was truly ridiculous. While I might be startled by sudden situations, fear and terror were emotions quite distant from me. At least since my resurrection.

 

“I’ve even been on the Execution Platform, so what is there to be afraid of?”

 

At my perfectly rational answer, Jeon seemed taken aback. Then he stubbornly insisted:

 

“You might unexpectedly be afraid of trivial things.”

 

“Hardly.”

 

As I turned my gaze away with a snort, I noticed we had reached the Stairs.

 

While we were having this pointless conversation, quite a distance had opened up between us and Samuel. Samuel, who had been walking ahead urgently as if bewitched by something, had already reached the Stairs and was striding away alone.

 

[Captain, everyone seems to be gathered!]

 

Jigol cried out happily as he flew upward, and I too hurried my steps to catch up with them.

 

“Over there!”

 

As soon as we reached the second floor, we could see a door connected to a large Hall directly in front. The door was wide open, and Samuel stood before it, staring intently inside.

 

“Samuel, aren’t you going in?”

 

A faint confusion showed on his profile.

 

“Samuel Bent?”

 

“That power.”

 

What he was looking at was the Statue surrounded by the Dura’han. The very one Jeon had mentioned earlier.

 

“It’s divine power.”

 

…Didn’t he say that was a power similar to magic?

 

“Since when did magic and divine power mean the same thing?”

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