Don’t Look for the Resurrected Villainess - Chapter 82

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Chapter 82

 

“They’re not the same at all. You can’t activate magic with divine power. And what’s carved on the surface of that structure are magical formulas.”

 

“But this energy is similar to divine power. It resembles the source of divine power described in ancient texts.”

 

“I’m telling you it’s similar to mana? It must be ancient magic that hasn’t been reported to academia.”

 

I could tell these were opinions from experts in their respective fields, but…

 

“So which one is right?”

 

“Obviously I’m right.”

 

“There’s no way I’d mistake the power of God.”

 

Both claimed without backing down an inch that the unidentified power belonged to their field. It seemed I wouldn’t get a proper answer from these two.

 

“…Hmm.”

 

I was just uncomfortable with the fact that I couldn’t feel anything.

 

I strode past Jeon and Samuel, who were engaged in their war of nerves, into the hall. The Dura’han who had been conversing noisily called out to me with excited voices.

 

“Captain!”

 

[Captain!]

 

[You’ve arrived. Ganic seems… busy playing with the Young Lizardman.]

 

“Why are you all gathered here?”

 

“Look at this, Captain!”

 

Palides stamped his feet and dragged me in front of the structure. Getting closer, I could clearly make out the statue’s form. This statue…

 

“It has no head?”

 

“Yes!”

 

[I remembered the moment this statue’s head flew off!]

 

The moment I heard Tristan’s exclamation, I felt the blood drain from my face.

 

Unaware of my feelings, the Dura’han continued to rejoice. And I could only look at such Dura’han with bewildered eyes.

 

Is this really something to laugh about? Even such reproach no longer came out. I no longer had the energy to stubbornly deny it and claim mental victory.

 

It seemed time to accept the unavoidable truth that the Dura’han were the Twelve Sinners.

 

My lips trembling, I asked in a somewhat dispirited voice.

 

“So, were you all there together at that time?”

 

“All twelve knights!”

 

[Jigol, do you remember?]

 

[Of course, Nadab! I am the brilliant and fearsome Knight Jigol!]

 

[What is Ganic doing, not coming quickly. We need to tell you about our memories!]

 

“Childcare is hard work, Tristan.”

 

The Dura’han seemed eager to tell me about their newly surfaced memories. They were so excited that they didn’t notice my troubled expression at all.

 

Even Nadab, who was usually so serious, seemed excited and was snorting.

 

Holding my throbbing head and staying silent for a moment, I quietly took a deep breath. Since I was the only one who could communicate with them anyway, I should listen to the past events slowly and check the urgent parts first.

 

“This statue isn’t dangerous, is it?”

 

“Dangerous?”

 

“They say this statue contains some power, whether it’s mana or divine power. There are also some formulas carved on it. Do you remember anything related to that?”

 

It was Nadab who answered my question.

 

[Ah, are you perhaps referring to the authority?]

 

“What’s that?”

 

[That is… I don’t remember the origin, but this statue was granted authority.]

 

At Nadab’s words, Tristan exclaimed in an excited tone.

 

[That’s right! The moment that authority was broken was truly tremendous!]

 

[Ah! It seems remnants of the authority remain, Captain!]

 

[How pathetic to leave power behind! At best it would be at the level of chattering like a sparrow with illusions!]

 

[‘Like a sparrow’! That’s a statement that ignores all bird rights! Apologize immediately, Tristan!]

 

At this rate, the conversation would veer off in a strange direction again. I quickly intervened between Tristan and Jigol.

 

“So what is that exactly?”

 

What is authority? Just hearing the name gives an ominous feeling.

 

“Uh…”

 

While no one could explain specifically, Palides hesitantly began to speak.

 

“You… you don’t remember, do you?”

 

The owner of the memory Palides was referring to wasn’t me, but the ‘past captain’ she remembered.

 

When I nodded, she muttered in a dejected tone.

 

“That’s the Captain’s power.”

 

“What?”

 

“Captain is…”

 

When I frowned with a completely clueless expression, Palides trailed off and avoided my gaze. It was Tristan who continued her words.

 

[Captain, you possessed authority.]

 

[Only authority can break authority.]

 

[It was you, Captain, who blew off this statue’s head.]

 

Nadab and Jigol testified in succession. Palides, who had been hesitating, cautiously spoke up again while reading the mood.

 

“The Captain back then was cool, but we love the current Captain too. We’re absolutely not asking you to be like you were then.”

 

Palides explained this way, remembering the anger I had shown before. At her words, the other Dura’han seemed to recall the same thing and urgently competed to declare that they ‘respected the current Captain.’

 

And their words didn’t reach my ears at all.

 

As I stared blankly at the statue, Jeon and Samuel, who had been arguing at the door, belatedly approached and spoke to me.

 

“What do the Dura’han say? That it’s ancient magic?”

 

“Isn’t it because it’s divine power that they can’t approach closer and are just looking from here?”

 

Jeon and Samuel waited for my answer with expectant eyes. I glanced at the two and turned my gaze back to the statue.

 

They say the power dwelling in that statue is authority. But their captain also had authority? So he blew off this statue’s head. But they keep saying that captain is me.

 

There was no way I could ramble on about such things. It was truly information I didn’t want to know.

 

“They don’t know.”

 

“Huh?”

 

“The Dura’han seemed quite noisy though.”

 

“Yeah, they said they found this statue interesting. It has no head.”

 

When I pointed at the statue with my chin, Palides, who had been quietly listening to the conversation, tilted her head curiously.

 

“Um, Captain…”

 

“Right, Palides?”

 

“Yes, yes!”

 

Fortunately, Palides immediately nodded. At her vigorously shaking helmet, Jeon and Samuel simultaneously clicked their tongues.

 

The two began investigating the statue, each trying to find evidence that the statue’s power was mana or divine power respectively.

 

“…Lady Anelli?”

 

I said I was tired and should go somewhere to rest, dragging the Dura’han out with me.

 

Of course, it wasn’t actually to rest. There was no way I could properly rest in a place like this where some unidentified entity was impersonating a ghost.

 

For now, I headed to the courtyard with the Dura’han. The Young Lizardman was still hugging Ganic and playing, splashing in the water.

 

“Come, gather around.”

 

When I called the Dura’han together with a serious face, black eyes all focused on me at once. Perhaps due to my grave expression, the Dura’han also had a tense atmosphere.

 

“Have you recovered many memories?”

 

[We’re in the process of recovering them!]

 

Seeing them answer in unison, it seemed they certainly had many memories from this place. Then…

 

“Do you perhaps remember destroying the altar?”

 

[Ah, the chapel altar?]

 

“…You do remember.”

 

Damn, the destroyed altar was the chapel altar? Of all things to break, it had to be the chapel altar that they supposedly took the most care of…

 

“Captain destroyed that too.”

 

The moment I heard Palides’ cautious explanation, words of disbelief immediately burst from my mouth.

 

“No way.”

 

[That’s right, Captain destroyed it so magnificently!]

 

[Other things are hazy, but I clearly remember Captain’s charismatic gaze from that time.]

 

[Yes, at that time he wouldn’t listen even when I tried to stop him. He even broke it and then threw it to us, saying the pattern was pretty so we should use it as a round table.]

 

Jigol, Tristan, and even Nadab testified with clear voices. Ganic, who couldn’t speak properly while being swung around in the Young Lizardman’s hands, responded with screams.

 

The truthful testimonies of the Dura’han were neither completely believable nor completely unbelievable.

 

If the ‘Captain’ was the one who destroyed not only the statues but also the altar, then shouldn’t he be the one branded as a sinner? Why do the Temple records only contain stories of the Twelve Sinners?

 

Did the Creator revive me to save the Twelve Sinners who were unjustly branded as criminals?

 

No, but wait. What the hell kind of person is this so-called Captain anyway?

 

“Tell me honestly.”

 

I swept my troubled face with both hands and asked, suppressing my urge to cry.

 

“Your old Captain, is he insane?”

 

In response to my question, the Dura’han spent a long time testifying to their ‘Captain’s’ greatness. Though it was quite unfortunate that their way of proving his greatness involved detailed descriptions of scenes where he destroyed statues and altars.

 

* * *

 

“If there was a mage capable of not only blocking magic just before activation but also creating such solid barriers, they would have escaped the forest long ago.”

 

“Do I have to see with my own eyes that there’s a mage of such skill accompanying them before I know?”

 

“I apologize.”

 

The subordinates bowed their heads at the sharp rebuke. Prisian, who had been glaring at them while clenching her molars, turned her head away in irritation. Understanding the silent dismissal, the subordinates hesitantly left the room.

 

Prisian had ultimately lost Anelli. The traces in the forest had been cut off at some point, making further pursuit impossible no matter how much they searched.

 

They had established a base in Immon and called in search parties to scour the vicinity, but honestly it was hard to expect results.

 

They should have attacked more secretly. Having clashed once, Anelli would try to hide even more thoroughly. And who would have thought such a skilled mage was traveling with her.

 

“The Mage Tower isn’t involved, is it?”

 

Prisian frowned and anxiously fidgeted with her lips. She hadn’t considered the Mage Tower at all since they were always a neutral group.

 

But considering the relationship between the Temple and Mage Tower, the assumption that they had joined hands to spirit away the Reviver was close to speculation.

 

Especially with Samuel accompanying her. Rather, it was more convincing to think that Anelli had personally hired an unregistered mage.

 

After all, she was the child who had purchased so many illegal magical tools and sent the bills to Roam. She would have the ability to hire an unregistered mage in some way or another.

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