Don’t Look for the Resurrected Villainess - Chapter 87

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Chapter 87

Could there be information about the Hand of Rest that these ghosts speak of, or about the Dura’han? Or perhaps even the whereabouts of the Dura’han’s heads?

If the last authority that failed is also related to the Dura’han’s lost heads, then that so-called god of morning might not want me to help the Dura’han find their heads.

If this monastery had been closed for so long because of traces of the goddess, then as the ghost said, some records might have remained.

If the goddess was involved in my resurrection…

‘Who gave the oracle?’

While I hesitated at this newly arising question, the ghost began urging me to go to the basement immediately.

“What basement in the middle of the night? You’re noisy.”

[But…]

“I’ll sleep first, and only after having a hearty breakfast tomorrow and preparing thoroughly for safety will I go.”

The ghost couldn’t hide his disappointment at my firm words. He seemed to have expected me to help them right away.

“Wait.”

Having spoken curtly, I entered the tent under the excuse of needing rest for tomorrow. I lay down on the bed, but naturally, sleep didn’t come.

Thus, I ended up staying awake all night with my eyes open.

* * *

“A, a ghost!”

As soon as I came out of the tent, pushing away my fatigue, what I heard was Jeon’s scream. After staring blankly at him, who had turned pale, I turned my gaze to see another Jeon. He spoke to me as if making an excuse.

“Since you’ve awakened, I also materialized my form.”

“Lady Anelli, it’s a ghost! Can you see it? A ghost!”

“Yes, I can see it. What about breakfast?”

I rubbed my stiff neck and looked around, but there was no smell of food, let alone anything prepared over the fire.

As I stared at the empty pot with disappointed eyes, Jeon excitedly poured out words.

“Is breakfast important right now? This guy is copying everything I do!”

At Jeon’s pointing finger, the ghost tilted his head curiously. Then he soon smiled gently. It was exactly like the smile Jeon sometimes wore.

Of course it would be similar since they had the same face to begin with.

“Imitating this guy is easy. It’s simple and convenient.”

“What did you say?”

Jeon glared at the ghost with incredulous eyes. As I watched the two with tired eyes, despite having identical faces but completely different atmospheres, a blunt voice came from behind.

“That mage is simple indeed.”

Samuel appeared in light clothing, wiping his forehead with a towel. He seemed to have come back from morning exercise.

“You’re not surprised, Sir?”

“I confirmed that this ghost has no evil power. Moreover, it doesn’t seem to be affected by divine power or magic. Since they can’t influence each other, it’s not a threat.”

Would he be able to remain so at ease if he knew this innocent-looking ghost had put him to sleep last night?

Since telling him would only cause more commotion, I turned my attention away indifferently.

“Jeon, I’m hungry.”

Jeon, who had been glaring at the ghost with disgusted eyes, eventually couldn’t resist my urging and headed toward the fire. The ghost watched his back with interest, and Jeon kept shivering his shoulders, whether he felt the ghost’s gaze or not.

If this continued, there would be serious disruption to Jeon’s meal preparation. I approached the ghost with a displeased face.

“Why are you here?”

“You clearly told me to wait.”

“No, when I said to wait…”

It certainly wasn’t to spend the night in front of the tent. As I looked at the ghost with displeasure and glanced up at the sky, clear blue entered my eyes. Come to think of it, the sun is up now, isn’t it?

“You can move around even in such bright morning?”

The ghost immediately nodded at my question.

“Of course.”

“You’re a ghost.”

“Ghosts and sunlight have nothing to do with each other.”

Weren’t ghosts supposed to appear at night?

I felt puzzled, but I decided to just understand it on my own. Well, maybe it’s a morning-type ghost. As I was about to lose interest by shaking my head, Jeon suddenly called me.

“Um, Lady Anelli.”

Standing up awkwardly while holding the pot, he asked in a serious voice.

“Should I prepare for four people?”

Mine, Jeon’s, and even Samuel’s gaze from a distance all turned to the ghost simultaneously. Receiving all our attention, the ghost answered with a reluctant expression.

“We cannot consume food.”

“So he says.”

“That’s a relief. It would have been even more annoying if he had wasted ingredients on top of disgustingly copying people.”

As I watched Jeon return to food preparation with a relieved expression, I quietly suppressed my rising laughter. Ah, really.

I find Jeon’s way of thinking quite fascinating.

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While cleaning up the campsite after the meal, Samuel began bombarding the ghost with questions.

This was because he learned that the ghost was a being who had stayed in this monastery for a long time. Later, even Jeon joined in and began questioning about the identity of the statue. They were truly men with excellent academic enthusiasm in their respective fields of expertise.

Clicking my tongue as I watched them, I quietly summoned Nadab and Jigol. I wondered if they might be able to see the ghost.

[I’m sorry. I can’t see anything at all.]

[Captain, I don’t sense any presence either.]

Nadab aside, even the sensitive Jigol couldn’t detect the ghost at all.

“Why can’t you sense it?”

When I unconsciously muttered to myself, the ghost who had somehow approached me interjected.

“Beings abandoned by Birth cannot possibly sense me, who originates from Birth’s authority.”

Samuel and Jeon seemed to have gotten into another argument, discussing magic and divine power at some distance.

Not missing this opportunity, the ghost who had slipped away looked at the Dura’han and sneered.

“They are insignificant beings abandoned by God, and I am a higher existence than them.”

“Who are you calling insignificant right now?”

At my sharp reaction, the ghost shook his head and muttered.

“Having unnecessary attachment to so many creatures is just like the goddess. Truly the Hand of Rest, the agent of death.”

I had suspected it since talk of freeing from the threads of fate and giving rest came up…

So this being called the goddess of night was the owner of misguided ideology from the start. Having attachment to all creatures in the world.

No, the goddess might have such ability so that’s understandable, but there’s no need for even her agent to follow such philanthropy, right? If you want to practice such things, do it alone. Why teach Ganic about human trust and such, making him suffer needlessly.

I clicked my tongue and refuted the ghost’s words.

“I don’t take care of unnecessarily many creatures. I only take care of my Dura’han.”

“But you ultimately sought out this monastery to complete your unfinished mission. That altruistic course of action…”

“Listen. That agent from the past may have had admirable self-sacrifice, but I don’t.”

When I firmly drew the line, the ghost said puzzledly.

“But you and she are the same soul.”

“You said I was thrown into the River of Oblivion. I’m completely different from her.”

The environment I was born into, what I learned growing up, the information I acquired through experience – everything is different.

Having grown up as a person with different values, I can’t be treated as the same person just because our souls are the same.

The captain from that time would have chosen and taken responsibility with her own values and thoughts.

Regardless of whether I agree with her life or not, I was willing to respect it as an independent existence.

Conversely, I too am living a new life, separate from the past.

“If I happen to complete this last authority or whatever, it will be purely because of my Dura’han, not because of altruistic and admirable love for humanity.”

In the distance, I could see Samuel and Jeon’s argument gradually calming down. After checking their situation, I looked back at the ghost and concluded in a cold tone.

“So if you act arrogantly toward my Dura’han, know that there will be no rest or anything else.”

The ghost fell silent. Then he soon became limp and returned to his original pitch-black form.

[I think I understand what the world’s providence that the goddess so wanted to complete was.]

“What do you mean?”

[Birth, the god of morning, did not understand the meaning of providence. He declared that the world’s providence would ultimately be like a hamster wheel. Souls freed from the threads of fate would live their lives, but at the end would ultimately face another birth, and this would become meaningless reincarnation.]

Was it my imagination, or did the ghost’s black features look a little lonely?

[But I understood that it’s not that. We do need rest after all. The goddess’s mercy, the voice of the end.]

The last words scattered small as if dissolving into the air. The ghost who had revealed his black form hid his body translucently in the void.

Nadab and Jigol, who hadn’t heard my conversation with the ghost, were staring at me blankly.

“You two return to the bracelet for now.”

[Yes, Captain!]

[Understood.]

The guys complied without a word of complaint, and soon the two of them were transported to the Separate Space Dimension with a sparkling light.

I quietly looked at the spot that had housed the Dura’han but was now completely empty, then lowered my gaze. The bracelet’s gem glowed, signaling the presence of the Dura’han.

When I said I wouldn’t find their heads, the Dura’han always said they were fine with it. But was that really their true feelings?

Perhaps these guys, like the Ghost, desperately longed for rest? Living as headless Dura’han must indeed be confusing and painful, right?

All of these guys were once complete beings, not Dura’han.

“Lady Anelli, let’s prepare to enter the monastery!”

Pushing aside the tangled thoughts, I approached Jeon and Samuel.

The Ghost, drifting like black smoke, followed behind me. Since it seemed like it would follow on its own if I left it alone, I just needed to make sure I got inside properly.

“Let’s go.”

The Temple Basement. Whatever was there, I had to go and see for myself.

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