Don’t Look for the Resurrected Villainess - Chapter 84

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Chapter 84

What a welcome sound. I was about to follow him with delight when Jeon, who had been organizing luggage a little distance away, called out to stop me.

“Lady Anelli, where are you going?”

“Sir Samuel said he’d show me a place to wash.”

At my answer, Jeon’s eyes widened. Then he slowly approached and pulled me aside. Seeing how he was trying to put enough distance between us and Samuel, it seemed he had something he wanted to say.

“Why? What are you trying to say?”

“No, what makes you trust that guy enough to move around alone with him in this dark night?”

“…What?”

“Have you already forgotten what he said about proving his usefulness to stay by your side?”

“Why does that matter?”

“He’s showing a strange obsession with you, Lady Anelli!”

“Yeah, it does seem that way.”

Since he’s a devout Knight, his thinking is probably beyond what an ordinary person’s mind could follow, which is burdensome.

But I know that if he had intended to harm me, he would have had more than enough opportunities by now.

Samuel definitely wanted something. There must be some reason why he was so desperately trying to stay by my side, and it wouldn’t be something as simple as making a Reviver belong to the Temple.

“It doesn’t seem to be what you’re thinking, so don’t worry.”

That said, I don’t think he’s suddenly feeling romantic attraction toward me and trying to do something about it either.

It was something more persistent and deep than light, trivial lust. The problem is I can’t tell what it is.

Maybe if we’re alone together, he’ll speak up first?

“What if that guy tries something when you’re alone together?”

“Why are your thoughts so impure? Did you forget Sir Samuel is a fanatic? At least he won’t break his self-imposed vow of chastity.”

“No, but how do we know what that fanatic believes in?”

Why is a fanatic a fanatic? Obviously he believes in God. And that God teaches his followers to serve only him with pure and upright hearts, but is also petty enough to shut down an entire monastery just because someone broke a few altars.

“Jeon. If you’re really that bored, plan tomorrow’s menu in advance. I like my breakfast simple and warm.”

When I didn’t listen to his advice at all, Jeon dropped his shoulders and sighed.

“Hah.”

“Besides, how far could the washing place be? If worst comes to worst, I’ll scream. Is that good enough?”

When I generously offered a solution, Jeon didn’t answer and just pouted. Seeing him clearly upset, I tilted my head and asked again.

“Won’t you come if I scream?”

“…I’ll go. I’ll go, but use your magical device first before screaming. No matter how great a Knight is, he’ll still burn in fire.”

I thought he had completely forgotten about the magical device I was wearing since he was making such a fuss, but apparently that wasn’t the case. I let out a hollow laugh and shook my head.

“Really, you worry about the strangest things.”

Considering the magical device I’m wearing now and the Dura’han who would rush to help me at any time, my nonchalance shouldn’t be strange.

“That’s right. I really do end up worrying about the strangest things.”

Jeon looked down and chuckled, muttering like he was talking to himself. He seemed somewhat deflated, and also exasperated.

Looking at him, I suddenly felt puzzled. While Jeon had always been sensitive and prone to interfering… when did I start accepting Jeon’s concerns so readily?

“Hurry back. It might be dangerous if you’re out too late.”

Quietly filing away the sudden question that arose, I nodded calmly.

“Okay. And you stop with the ridiculous imagination.”

“Yes.”

Despite his crisp answer, his expression wasn’t very pleasant. After hesitating for a moment, I gestured into the air.

“Jigol.”

When I showed signs of taking Jigol with me, relief finally crossed Jeon’s face. After glancing at him briefly, I turned toward Samuel.

As Jeon said, there was no harm in being careful, so that’s why I was taking Jigol. It wasn’t particularly to reassure Jeon, but letting him feel at ease would be less troublesome…

I decided to just shake off the thoughts as I kept making excuses to myself internally.

“Lead the way, Sir Samuel.”

Ah, I don’t know.

* * *

The place Samuel showed me was more decent than I expected. It was a water facility prepared in an annex behind the monastery’s backyard, and despite being an abandoned place for a long time, the water facility worked properly.

Contrary to Jeon’s worries, Samuel showed not a speck of ulterior motive toward me.

“…Hmm.”

As I thought, Jeon had used too much imagination.

Thanks to Samuel and Jigol standing guard outside, I was able to wash comfortably, and it felt incredibly refreshing when I came out.

With a refreshed mood, I shook my wet hair and opened the door, and Samuel, who had been leaning against the wall, straightened up.

“Are you going to wash too? Should I stand guard?”

Even to my polite question, he didn’t answer and just stared at me intently. For some reason, he seemed a bit surprised.

“What?”

“Your appearance-changing magic has been undone.”

“Ah, well, I washed.”

I couldn’t wash while wearing all those magical devices, so I took them off briefly and put them back on, and the magic must have been undone in the meantime.

Only after I replied as if it were natural did I remember that he had encountered a ghost imitating my appearance earlier. Did he think I was a ghost?

“It’s really me. Right, Jigol?”

[Of course!]

Only after seeing Jigol come and perch on my shoulder did Samuel nod and relax his expression. However, instead of moving, he carefully began to speak.

“Before we go back… I have something to tell you briefly.”

“Say it while we walk.”

But Samuel didn’t seem inclined to move. I crossed my arms and stood facing him at an angle.

After seeming to choose his words internally for a moment, he parted his lips calmly.

“I’ve been having dreams since the Creator sent down the Reviver.”

I think he mentioned dreams before too. Back then, he definitely asked me if I had dreams.

I thought he was asking because he was curious if I received divine revelations, but now I see, was he having revelation-like dreams himself?

“At first they were simple, but they’ve been changing since I started traveling with you, Lady Anelli.”

They even changed after he started traveling with me. I have no choice but to interpret that as meaning they’re connected to me.

I corrected my casual posture and nodded to indicate he should continue.

“I believe these are some kind of message the Creator is sending down.”

“So?”

“I don’t think it’s a coincidence that you’re taking in the Dura’han. The same goes for the situation where those Dura’han become connected to the Twelve Sinners. Moreover, I can sense your presence wherever you are.”

I narrowed my eyes and asked in a displeased tone.

“What are you trying to say?”

“If the Creator is instructing me to help the Reviver gather the sinners, I think I must follow that instruction. If you’ve received any kind of revelation, I want to help.”

How truly faithful. I don’t know why God revived me when he has such a devoted servant.

After staring at Samuel with lukewarm eyes, I brushed back my still-damp hair.

When I pushed away the hair that was bothering my eyes, Samuel’s serious face became very clear.

So right now, this man seemed to very seriously think he had been appointed as the ‘Knight to assist the Reviver.’

“You said you have dreams.”

“Yes.”

“What kind of dreams?”

If they’re dreams related to the Reviver, then what, scenes of us defeating evil together? I was half-jokingly speculating when Samuel answered in a slow tone.

“At first… they were dreams of cutting necks, or having my neck cut.”

That was an answer I never expected. As I widened my eyes in surprise, he continued his explanation.

“I interpret that as God’s will to inform me of the existence of the Twelve Sinners.”

“What about after you traveled with me?”

“They changed to sporadic arrays of Holy Site scenes. Febrin Monastery was one of them.”

Finally, I could explain the situation where he had navigated this place so familiarly.

“So suggesting we come here was intended to confirm those dreams of yours.”

“I sincerely thought it would be helpful to you. However, as you said, I can’t say I didn’t have such an intention.”

I never expected to meet someone who receives revelations through dreams. No, I didn’t even know if it was really possible to receive revelations through dreams.

That kind of thing somehow seemed like… a boastful promotional tool inflated for political influence?

At least that was the atmosphere I got from the high-ranking priests I met when going back and forth to the Imperial Palace.

The priests who claimed to have heard God’s voice or whatever only showed pretense and arrogance, not the kind of desperation Samuel showed now.

A devout Holy Knight who had already received divine revelation from God—I understood at once why he had suddenly become obsessed with me.

“The personal motives you mentioned were also referring to private devotion.”

Finally understanding the true nature of those mysterious personal motives brought me relief. Now I wouldn’t have to make any self-conscious assumptions about having become attractive or anything like that.

At my muttering, he closed his mouth. Facing him as he stood there without answering, I decided to be especially generous and give him a lengthy response.

“I understand the situation, but I haven’t received any revelation from God.”

“But.”

“I’m glad to know why your attitude suddenly changed, but there won’t be any grand pilgrimage activities that you could help with. Honestly, gathering the Dura’han doesn’t require your presence. So you don’t need to force yourself to accompany me…”

“You’ve started appearing in my dreams.”

Samuel’s voice was full of strength as he suddenly interrupted me. As I stared at Samuel in bewilderment, he slightly furrowed his brow.

“You keep appearing in my dreams, making it difficult to shake off.”

“You said you see visions of the Holy Site.”

“Yes. I see you standing in that Holy Site.”

“What… are you trying to say you’re having prophetic dreams?”

“They’re not prophetic dreams. This is the past.”

Why would I be in that past?

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