Don’t Look for the Resurrected Villainess - Chapter 89

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Chapter 89

 

Both Samuel and Jeon testified that the carpet wasn’t glowing. And beside them, the Ghost informed me that only I could see traces of divine power because I was the Goddess’s representative.

 

“But both Jeon and Samuel detected the traces left on the statue?”

 

[Magic and divine power are forces that branched off from Birth’s authority. This is the result of the Goddess of the Night stealing them when she formed the world’s providence and distributing them to all created beings.]

 

“Ah…”

 

Having unwillingly learned the origin of magic and divine power, I wondered whether I should tell Samuel and Jeon about this. Given the long history of conflict between the two factions, they probably wouldn’t believe me even if I told them.

 

If I said there were originally two gods and that the current Temple only knows half of history, it would cause an uproar.

 

“Lady Anelli, are you conversing with the ghost?”

 

“Oh, yes. Do you want to see the ghost?”

 

“No!”

 

Jeon shook his head in disgust. Samuel looked at Jeon with disdain before lifting the carpet.

 

“Are we supposed to find something here?”

 

“No, it seems I need to check this myself.”

 

Anyway, I need to get rid of this ghost quickly so I can search the monastery more comfortably. Since it’s light only visible to my eyes, I should be able to handle it somehow, right?

 

I examined the carpet from various angles, then lightly touched the glowing embroidered part with my fingertip. The dim light became slightly brighter.

 

《…Time shall… flow… duty…》

 

“Huh?”

 

Following the voice that rang sharply in my ears, the light gradually intensified. Startled, I tried to pull my hand away, but for some reason I couldn’t move at all. An inexplicable wind began to swirl.

 

“Lady Anelli!”

 

Jeon reached out to me in alarm. However, his hand that seemed about to grab my arm passed through helplessly.

 

Samuel, also shocked, tried to grab me but likewise only swept through empty air.

 

My body was becoming translucent.

 

“What is this!”

 

《Stopped time shall flow by fate’s thread, to fulfill unfinished duty.》

 

My vision filled with light. Jeon desperately tried to catch me in his panic, but it was useless.

 

《This was recorded with the Betrayer’s tears, for he fulfilled his covenant of repentance.》

 

Through my whipping hair, I happened to meet Samuel’s eyes. He was completely frozen, overwhelmed by tremendous shock.

 

《May you find rest at journey’s end.》

 

Finally, a massive light exploded, and I squeezed my eyes shut.

 

I know this similar feeling. The rumbling sound and air vibrations, the body shaking and nausea.

 

I slowly opened my eyes with a sinking feeling. Then I saw a dusty space that seemed to have been neglected for a long time.

 

While a musty smell stung my nose, cool air wrapped around my skin. I saw crude stone walls and windows firmly secured with wooden boards.

 

This wasn’t the basement I had been in just moments ago.

 

“No, you said it was traces of divine power…”

 

This was just a Warp Gate. One that only I could use, at that.

 

Standing there dumbfounded in bewilderment, I suddenly came to my senses and looked down at my wrist. Fortunately, the Separate Space Dimension bracelet containing the Dura’han was sparkling as usual.

 

Confirming I wasn’t alone brought some relief. While considering whether to summon all the Dura’han immediately, I decided to first check where this place was.

 

The place where I was standing felt like an ordinary storehouse. I couldn’t see any glowing divine power anywhere.

 

If I came this way, shouldn’t I be able to go back the other way too?

 

As I looked around discontentedly, I suddenly realized it was noisy outside.

 

“Where on earth is this?”

 

I wanted to look out the window, but the wooden boards were completely nailed down, making them hard to remove.

 

Looking around, I discovered stairs leading downward. Going down the stairs, what I gained was the conviction that this building was an abandoned place.

 

The noise grew louder as I descended. And finally reaching the first floor, I unconsciously stopped walking.

 

What was presumably the entrance door was cracked and broken, scattered about.

 

Thanks to this, noise and light from outside poured right in. I heard urgent shouts and unidentifiable roars from outside in succession.

 

Hiding my body to avoid being seen, I stealthily looked outside.

 

‘Imperial Knights?’

 

I barely held back what would have been a scream by biting my tongue. Covering my mouth and being careful not to let even my breathing leak out, I frantically rolled my eyes.

 

There were not only knights but mages as well. They were surrounding something, and in the center was a particularly large black form bound with ropes, thrashing about.

 

[Foolish puppets of god! You cannot make me submit!]

 

Despite the rough and resounding cry, the appearance was a complete mess.

 

“Hold on a little longer! The magic preparation is almost finished! We must completely annihilate it!”

 

The moment I heard those words, I couldn’t delay any longer. Taking off my appearance-changing magic tool and putting it in my pocket, I strode out the door.

 

“Stop right now!”

 

My long silver hair whipped behind me. The Head Mage of the Imperial Palace, who was about to cast an attack spell, recognized me and showed a shocked expression. Several Imperial Knights also widened their eyes upon seeing my face.

 

But the most definite reaction came from the thrashing black form.

 

[…Captain?]

 

The Dura’han, who had been dragged down from his black horse and was kneeling on one knee while bound tight, stopped thrashing. Taking advantage of this gap, I saw a knight raise his sword.

 

“I said stop!”

 

The knight looked flustered at my fierce shout. I immediately ran to the Dura’han. The Dura’han was kneeling docilely as if he had never been thrashing.

 

[Is it really you, Captain? Captain… To see you here…!]

 

“Untie the ropes.”

 

“H-how is this possible…”

 

“Don’t you know who I am?”

 

“R-Reviver…”

 

“Right, now that you recognize me, untie them immediately.”

 

The mages and knights who had been rushing to annihilate the Dura’han hesitated and stepped back. However, they still maintained a defensive stance, ready to attack at any moment.

 

“Are you really the Reviver?”

 

“Why did the Reviver come out from there?”

 

“Look, the monster became docile. Is it because of the Reviver?”

 

Just as I was about to press the murmuring knights and mages again, I saw someone approaching through them.

 

“…Anelli?”

 

The moment I confirmed Maxel and my father’s faces, I reflexively looked around.

 

There were so many Imperial Knights and Imperial Palace mages that I couldn’t take it all in at first glance, but checking again carefully, the scenery looked familiar.

 

Oh no, this really can’t be. Humanly speaking, this is really too much. The suddenly activated Warp Gate aside.

 

“Anelli, how are you…”

 

Damn it, why of all places did I have to arrive inside the Imperial Palace?

 

“Anelli!”

 

Maxel, who had been frozen in surprise, approached me in an instant. Grabbing my wrist, he stared at me with a strangely contorted face.

 

“Anelli, how did you come out of that tower? Why are you protecting this monster?”

 

Even amid the confusion, I felt displeased and tried to shake off his grip, but Maxel applied even more force.

 

[Captain!]

 

The Dura’han stirred for a moment, and the knights immediately raised their swords. At the same time, I shouted.

 

“The Creator sent me!”

 

“…What?”

 

“I received divine revelation and came to take the monster that would appear here and return it to where it belongs.”

 

Perhaps stunned by the unexpected answer, Maxel’s grip loosened. Not missing the opportunity, I shook off his hand and stepped back, lifting my chin.

 

So that the scar remaining on my neck would be clearly visible to everyone.

 

“So according to the Creator’s will, this Dura’han is my responsibility.”

 

I had no choice but to bluff first and see what happened.

 

* * *

 

I think I understand Samuel’s feelings a little, constantly invoking the Creator at every turn. By attaching the Creator to any answer, no one questioned the cause and effect.

 

Of course, it wasn’t only convenient. By pushing all my inexplicable actions as the Creator’s will, I caused a strange misunderstanding. That I had saved the Empire’s Royal Court by the Creator’s command, no less.

 

The knights and mages who witnessed the Dura’han becoming docile with their own eyes were moved by the Reviver’s presence and praised the Creator’s blessing. Then they surrounded me instead of the Dura’han.

 

While the palace servants detained me as I tried to leave with the Dura’han, the knights prepared a massive iron cage. The Emperor, who arrived at perfect timing, declared before everyone that he would invite me to a banquet in gratitude.

 

In reality, it was a situation where my opinion wasn’t reflected at all.

 

I couldn’t even have a proper conversation with the Dura’han. The fortunate thing was that the Dura’han, who cleverly understood my desperate glances, suppressed his temper. Though I don’t know how long he’ll endure.

 

‘He seemed to have quite a temper.’

 

The Dura’han was locked in an iron cage, and the Guard Captain said he would keep strict watch and release him when I left the palace.

 

Of course, I don’t believe those words at all. For whatever reason, my departure from the palace will be postponed indefinitely, and there’s no telling how long the safety of my Dura’han will be guaranteed.

 

‘By tomorrow, rumors will spread throughout the entire Empire.’

 

Swallowing back curses I’d lost count of how many times I’d suppressed, I quietly lowered my gaze.

 

“….”

 

I could feel the Emperor’s gaze from his throne. According to proper etiquette for a vassal, I should have knelt and offered proper greetings, but I had only moved my head slightly in acknowledgment, completely ignoring protocol.

 

From a corner of the Audience Chamber, I heard Duke Andrei clear his throat uncomfortably as he watched this scene alongside my father.

 

Well, whatever.

 

Fortunately, the Emperor seemed to have no intention of forcing proper etiquette on me.

 

“How moving it is to see you in such good health, Princess. How remarkable that you remain so unchanged—it’s truly astonishing. The Royal Court was greatly concerned when we heard you were kidnapped immediately after becoming one of the Creator’s Revived Ones, so it’s fortunate you’ve returned without injury.”

 

The attitude he showed me was very benevolent. It seemed like I had heard such a voice in the distant past. Back when I was still Maxel’s fiancée.

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