Don’t Look for the Resurrected Villainess - Chapter 90

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Chapter 90

 

“For the precious daughter of the Empire to face monsters, I am deeply saddened and concerned. The Royal Court is always ready to help the Princess.”

 

“I’m fine.”

 

“Please accept it comfortably. The Princess’s crimes are a matter that has been punished, so you need not worry about that issue arising again. I guarantee it.”

 

I unconsciously bit my lip. My insides burned hot at the Emperor’s nonchalant banter.

 

“I understand.”

 

Fortunately, my answer came out calmly. Though I had been away from this place for a while, it seemed the long training hadn’t disappeared.

 

Hiding expressions and pretending to be calm. Or smiling regardless of my true feelings.

 

Though it was unpleasant to be so familiar with it, it was also fortunate in a way. It meant I could still skillfully handle everyone in this place.

 

“I heard you subdued a vicious monster in an instant. How was that possible?”

 

“It was the Creator’s blessing.”

 

“And what’s the story behind appearing from the Black Tower?”

 

“It was the Creator’s power.”

 

“I heard you caged a quite large and fierce Dura’han. How do you plan to take it with you?”

 

“The Creator is helping me.”

 

By now he should be angry, but the Emperor wasn’t shaken at all. He even laughed heartily.

 

“For the Creator to look upon the Princess so favorably is both the Royal Court’s joy and the Empire’s glory. I pray my gratitude reaches the Creator.”

 

“Yes, it will reach the Creator.”

 

“I am personally overjoyed at our reunion. Please forget the past and feel comfortable in the Imperial Palace again.”

 

I raised my gaze that had been downcast the whole time. The Emperor was smiling, but there was no trace of laughter in his eyes.

 

Meeting that gaze directly, I curved my lips into an arc.

 

“That is too generous an invitation.”

 

“You haven’t changed. The Creator must have valued your dignity highly to perform miracles.”

 

“I’m fortunate that at least the Creator recognizes my worth.”

 

A subtle silence flowed through the Audience Chamber. As I kept smiling pretending not to notice, the Emperor tilted his lips askew and muttered.

 

“I heard you’re traveling with a Holy Knight, so your faith has also become abundant.”

 

How many days has it been since we were spotted together with Samuel, and the rumor has already spread here?

 

Cursing my sister’s loose lips inwardly, I answered in a gentle tone. Not forgetting to raise my head high so my neck would be clearly visible.

 

“Since my revival was the Creator’s miracle, it was natural for my faith to become abundant.”

 

The Emperor smiled benevolently and replied that he was grateful to the Creator who revived me.

 

As the final approver who permitted my beheading, acting as if he couldn’t see any scars on my neck at all.

 

As I smiled back at the Emperor who grinned like a snake, not wanting to lose, my father who had been standing quietly beside Duke Andrei spoke up.

 

“Your Majesty, if Anelli is carrying out the Creator’s revelation as a Reviver, she must be very tired. Today, please allow me as a father to care for the daughter I desperately wanted to meet.”

 

I almost forgot my expression management and frowned. Wondering what he was talking about, I glanced sideways and saw my father waiting for the Emperor’s answer.

 

“Oh my. It’s not that I don’t understand the Duke’s heart, but I was very much looking forward to meeting the Reviver. Don’t worry, the Imperial Palace will provide sufficient convenience.”

 

Naturally, the Emperor didn’t seem to have any intention of entrusting me to Roam. He acted even more triumphantly, using the pretext of having to treat me for catching the Dura’han that appeared in the Imperial Palace.

 

My father quietly acquiesced without objection. He probably never thought he could take me away from the start.

 

‘He said that for me to hear.’

 

He wasn’t someone who would do such obvious actions, but my being a Reviver seemed to have made my father’s heart quite anxious.

 

The Emperor looked at my father who couldn’t say anything and laughed pleasantly, then turned his gaze to Maxel.

 

“Prince, personally guide the Reviver. Since she’s someone loved by the Creator, shouldn’t we treat her accordingly?”

 

Maxel, who had been looking at me strangely throughout our reunion, slowly nodded.

 

“Of course. I will gladly carry out Your Majesty’s command.”

 

“Well then, quickly escort her to the guest room.”

 

The Emperor said with laughter in his voice.

 

“Since you once shared hearts, there must be conversations you want to have. I’ll specially reduce the Prince’s duties. You may take sufficient time.”

 

Hearing Maxel’s voice saying thank you, I turned my gaze away without answering.

 

Is he now giving us enough time to have the accumulated curses out?

 

* * *

 

I need to quickly make a plan to take the Dura’han and escape this place.

 

Escaping the Imperial Palace, honestly, felt like it would work out somehow since it was a familiar space. I could also get help from rats or birds depending on the situation.

 

Of course, there are other Dura’han in the bracelet too…

 

I already knew that activating unregistered magical tools in the Imperial Palace would get me caught.

 

But if I openly said I would use the bracelet, there was a risk of exposing the existence of the other Dura’han.

 

So for now, unless it’s the worst situation, I should be careful…

 

“Anelli.”

 

My continuous thoughts were cut short.

 

I was so lost in thought while walking that I didn’t notice the attendants and guards who had been following were nowhere to be seen. Only Maxel, who had been walking slightly ahead under the pretext of guiding me, stood stopped in the middle of the corridor looking back at me.

 

When I didn’t answer and just stared at him, he took a step toward me. When I stepped back exactly that much, Maxel approached me again.

 

Likewise, I calmly stepped back to maintain distance.

 

“Anelli…”

 

“Please speak, Your Highness the Prince.”

 

When I replied coldly, Maxel’s expression briefly contorted.

 

“What’s with that sudden way of speaking? Talk comfortably like before.”

 

“I made a mistake earlier.”

 

“A mistake? We always talked comfortably.”

 

“How could a beheaded criminal dare commit such impiety toward His Highness the Prince of a nation?”

 

Maxel, who had been trying to maintain composure, finally gritted his teeth and frowned.

 

“Anelli!”

 

“You don’t need to raise your voice, I can hear you fine. Please speak quietly. It’s noisy.”

 

After acting uncharacteristically affectionate, now the expression I knew of Maxel finally appeared.

 

That stiff and cold expression, as if he had suffered some damage from me.

 

When I faced him expressionlessly, he let out a long sigh and said in a tired voice.

 

“I want to have a conversation for a moment.”

 

“I’m very tired from carrying out the Creator’s commands. I’d like to rest immediately.”

 

“Just for a moment.”

 

“If you bother the Reviver like this, you’ll be punished later.”

 

When I replied nonchalantly, Maxel’s expression became even more distorted. However, contrary to my expectation that he might find fault and reproach me like before, he was surprisingly silent.

 

“…Fine.”

 

Whatever he thought, he readily backed down. Then he strode ahead as if he had never stopped.

 

Though it was somewhat suspicious, I didn’t particularly want to exchange more words, so I quietly followed Maxel.

 

…I followed obediently because I didn’t want to talk, but if I had known I’d come here, I would have rather endured earlier.

 

It was a mistake to consciously try to ignore Maxel while organizing future plans in my head.

 

When I realized where I had arrived, it was already too late.

 

I stared at the interior with the door wide open, took a deep breath, and looked back at Maxel. He stood with his hands behind his back with a calm face.

 

“Your Highness the Prince.”

 

“Rest. I’ll send someone to attend to you soon.”

 

“Your Highness the Prince.”

 

“I hope your fatigue recovers quickly.”

 

“This isn’t a room given to guests.”

 

When I gritted my teeth and spoke with emphasis on each word, Maxel narrowed his eyes.

 

“You remember.”

 

Was it my imagination? Maxel’s voice seemed to contain gladness. Though my remembering this room should never be something to be glad about.

 

“Since I remember, please end the guidance here. I’ll find the ‘real’ guest room myself.”

 

“Wouldn’t a familiar place be more comfortable? You always stayed in this room when you entered the palace.”

 

For a moment I was speechless with absurdity. Whatever he understood from my silence, a faint smile appeared on Maxel’s face. The satisfaction I felt from that smile made me even more absurd.

 

A familiar place? A familiar place?

 

“This palace is the Prince’s Palace, and the room you’re offering now is the room used by your former fiancée.”

 

“Yes, the room you used.”

 

“No, your beheaded former fiancée. Not me.”

 

I couldn’t even force myself to laugh. When I saw Maxel spouting nonsense in the middle of the night at the Oel Flower Farm, I thought he might do something even worse.

 

I hadn’t expected this situation. It seems Maxel was far more shameless than I thought. To think he would consider giving me this room.

 

“I didn’t know your memory was this poor.”

 

“No, you’re the one with poor memory. I clearly told you. Meet your end in the Imperial Palace. I properly guided you to where you should be.”

 

My heart pounded hard. It was because I understood that Maxel was referring to our conversation in prison.

 

That very conversation I had with Maxel before my execution, our last exchange.

 

I had said I wanted to leave the Palace, and Maxel told me to die within the Palace walls.

 

I was sick of everything around me, except myself, revolving around Lilia. It was truly a moment when I had given up on everything.

 

At that time, I had lost the will to reclaim what was stolen from me, and was consumed with the desire to escape from everything.

 

“Yes, so I died in the Imperial Palace. Didn’t you see my head fall with your own eyes?”

 

“I can see that you’ve returned alive before me.”

 

To think that miserable death could be summarized in just a few words. How worthless was my death? The sense of futility made me laugh instead.

 

“Stop talking nonsense, Your Majesty.”

 

“Anelli. You always wanted affection and attention from me.”

 

“Just what era are you talking about?”

 

“I’m talking about when you used this room. Being as clever as you are, you must understand why I’m offering you this room.”

 

Of course I understood. You’re testing the waters to see if we can start over again, you crazy bastard.

 

“Well now… I should say you have quite the nerve.”

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