Don’t Look for the Resurrected Villainess - Chapter 85

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Chapter 85

[Huh? Why does that guy know the old captain?]

Jigol, perched on my shoulder, chirped and muttered. Samuel continued speaking without paying any attention to Jigol.

“You are present at every brilliant ancient sanctuary of the past. That is why I believe without doubt that you are the Creator’s representative.”

Why would I be at ancient sanctuaries? Are they saying I really was the leader of these Dura’han or something?

No, even if I concede that’s true, why don’t I, the person in question, have any memories of it? Why does information about me keep popping up from other people’s memories?

Information about me that I don’t know. My face naturally scowled at the unpleasant feeling.

“I don’t know what kind of nonsense dream that is, but since it’s definitely nonsense, just think of it as nonsense.”

I was about to turn away because I didn’t want to hear more, but Samuel urgently grabbed me.

“Please wait a moment.”

I brushed away his hand trying to grab my arm and glared at him.

“As I’ve said repeatedly, I didn’t receive any divine revelation. Revival? I don’t know why I was revived, but it’s not for the grand reason you think. So your dream has no meaning or connection to me.”

“The oracle proves your revival.”

“Ha, oracle!”

If it weren’t for that damn oracle, I could have left much more quietly than now!

“Evil shall proliferate, so a Reviver is sent down – stand firm against it?”

When I spoke aloud the oracle I couldn’t forget even if I wanted to, the one I’d memorized against my will, Samuel flinched. I sneered at him and said coldly.

“Whatever evil is, I’ll gladly let it proliferate. I’ll never stand firm against anything, so get lost.”

Fortunately, Samuel didn’t argue back with something like ‘how can a Reviver say such things.’ He only asked back in a subdued voice.

“Then how should I explain you appearing in my dreams?”

“Why are you asking me that? The person having the dreams should figure it out.”

“I have no other way to explain it except as the Creator’s will.”

“If every dream in the world is the Creator’s will, then are my dreams of Maxel also the Creator’s will?”

Perhaps hurt by my mockery, Samuel’s face contorted. However, I didn’t particularly want to comfort him.

I was already confused enough just by the Dura’han’s existence. I didn’t want to hear stories about someone from the distant past I couldn’t even remember. Especially such ridiculous claims that he was actually me.

“Who knows. Maybe you’re dissatisfied with me standing here calling myself a Reviver, so you created the image you wanted to see, even if only in dreams.”

When I added those sarcastic words, unexpectedly Samuel’s crumpled expression relaxed a little.

“I see.”

After being lost in thought for a moment, he looked at me with a much more relaxed face.

“It seems it was an image I wanted to see.”

“What?”

“Thank you. Thanks to you, it was helpful.”

What on earth was helpful?

Leaving me soaked in bewilderment, Samuel concluded the conversation on his own. Then he suggested we return as if nothing had happened.

Thus, my conversation with Samuel ended with one person’s unilateral understanding and conclusion.

‘What is this.’

It was fortunate that he readily accepted my words not to interpret dreams featuring me as divine revelation, but I was a bit worried since he seemed to have understood it in a strange direction.

But what could I do? I was tired of hearing about Revivers and oracles.

Returning to the camp with only uncomfortable feelings, I shut myself in the tent. I thought I might fall asleep if I lay down, but with my head so complicated, my consciousness remained wide awake.

“Jigol.”

[Yes, Captain!]

“Have all your memories returned?”

[Not all… just bits and pieces.]

When I turned on my side, I could see the small sparrow that had landed next to my head.

‘Was I really the Dura’han’s captain?’

I’d been cursing the old captain so much all this time, but was I actually spitting in my own face…? Ugh, I really hate this.

“What kind of person was the old captain you remember?”

[The captain was very cool. But also compassionate, someone everyone had no choice but to respect.]

“Really?”

[The captain saved us.]

“Saved you?”

[Yes. When the captain broke the statue, the power that was controlling us disappeared. The captain gave us freedom.]

They said the power dwelling in the statue was authority. Jeon and Samuel each said it was magic and divine power.

If they gained freedom by breaking the statue, is authority a constraining power?

Since they said the discovered formula was probably protective magic, it might be similar to sealing magic meant to protect the monastery.

[We were happy. The captain acknowledged us. He declared that we were lives that deserved proper respect. Of course, not everyone believed the captain.]

“Everyone? Who else…”

I was muttering absentmindedly when I suddenly recalled the origin of the Twelve Sinners.

“The Thirty-two Prophets.”

Twelve betrayed the Creator, but the remaining twenty did not.

“Jigol, were you a prophet?”

It was a question I should have asked long ago. I’d turned away thinking it couldn’t be, that I didn’t really want to know, but since that was no longer possible, I had to ask now.

Jigol didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he tilted his head and fell deep in thought. He seemed to be looking for an appropriate answer.

[Sometimes we were pieces on a game board, sometimes we were prey with bells around our necks. We had to follow wherever the threads of fate controlled us.]

“What does that mean?”

[I don’t really know either, Captain. You were the one who saved us. You never called us prophets.]

The more information I get, the more confused I become. These guys seem to be the Twelve Sinners the Temple talks about, but when I ask if they were prophets, why don’t they know?

Is it because they haven’t fully recovered their memories yet?

“You don’t remember exactly who you were?”

[That’s… I’m sorry, Captain…]

The black sparrow drooped his head dejectedly. Seeing that made me feel like I’d become a great sinner.

A headless Dura’han might not remember everything – maybe I pushed the kid too hard. Even if not Jigol, I could ask other Dura’han.

“You’ll remember more in the future. Be patient even if it’s frustrating.”

[I’m fine, Captain. I may not remember, but I met you! You said you would give us rest, and we believe you. By your side, we will find rest.]

“But I have no intention of finding your heads.”

[That’s fine!]

Whatever I say, he says it’s all fine. Is there anything that’s actually not fine?

Hearing Jigol’s blind answers, a corner of conscience I didn’t know I had stung painfully.

“If you do find rest, what do you plan to do?”

[Rest is rest.]

“I mean, after you obtain that rest…”

I was about to ask casually when I suddenly closed my lips.

I fell silent for a moment at the thought that flashed through my mind, then sat up and faced Jigol.

“Is the rest you desire death?”

‘Soul entering eternal sleep, may you reach rest through the Creator’s guidance.’

That was a phrase priests never omitted when reading condolences.

“Can you die if you get your lost heads back?”

[Captain.]

Jigol called me but couldn’t continue speaking. Just meeting those black eyes staring up at me made irritation surge up for no reason.

Is the reason they call me captain and follow me so devotedly really to die?

“If that’s the case, I will never find your heads for you.”

The words that flew from my mouth sounded cold even to me. Jigol looked up at me like that, then hopped closer to me.

[It’s fine, Captain. If that’s your choice, we’ll follow it.]

Jigol sat quietly with his wings folded, shouting cheerfully in an unwavering voice.

[We are the fearsome Twelve Knights of the Round Table who protect you, Captain!]

Rather than resenting me, his words of loyalty made me angrier, but I didn’t know why.

I just felt frustrated inside and could only bite my innocent lips for a long time.

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‘We are those who wander through endless life.’

‘Beings who hold the breath the Creator breathed into us.’

‘We desire rest.’

‘Please show mercy, the end of glory!’

‘The time has come to realize the final authority left unfinished.’

‘O Goddess, have pity on our endless ennui! Grant us the grace of oblivion!’

My eyes snapped open.

I stared blankly at the dim tent ceiling before slowly sitting up. Clutching my throbbing head, I looked around to find silence pervading the darkness. It was a quiet night where even owl sounds couldn’t be heard.

‘Someone definitely whispered in my ear.’

Though not precise, I clearly remember several words. For instance…

“The final authority left unfinished.”

Those voices seemed to be demanding something. Rest, oblivion, an end.

‘But who?’

Fidgeting with my ear that felt strangely ticklish, I quietly checked my wrist. Seeing the bracelet’s gems glittering, it seemed all the Dura’han were safely inside.

So the whispers from earlier weren’t from the Dura’han.

“…Was it just a simple dream.”

After caressing the innocent bracelets, I lay back down to try sleeping again. However, perhaps because I’d woken up startled, sleep wouldn’t come.

After lying there staring blankly at the ceiling, I eventually sat up. My body felt heavy from insufficient rest, but at this rate I’d greet morning with sleepless eyes.

Stepping outside the tent, cold night air penetrated through my clothes. Crossing my arms and hunching my body as much as possible, I looked around the tent area. There was nothing unusual.

It really must have been just a dream. Since I’d been reviewing conversations with the Dura’han right before falling asleep, I probably had a strange dream due to that influence.

I should get some more fresh air and then go back inside to try sleeping. The moment I thought that, I heard someone calling me from somewhere.

“Lady Anelli.”

The quiet call came from the direction of dark tree shadows. When I glared into the darkness with wary eyes, someone slowly revealed themselves.

“Jeon?”

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