Don’t Look for the Resurrected Villainess - Chapter 93

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Chapter 93

 

It’s been a while since I spent several hours just washing, changing clothes, and making myself look presentably decent.

 

Even though I came to the Imperial Palace empty-handed, I didn’t feel lacking at all. Moreover, these conveniences weren’t unfamiliar to me. While I might dislike the people, I did appreciate the comfort of the situation.

 

Instead of travel clothes, I put on a proper dress befitting the occasion, and when I tidied up my hair that had been carelessly neglected, I looked quite presentable.

 

The maids who skillfully handled my hair despite the harsh conditions kept exclaiming in admiration. Yet every time they saw the scar on my neck, they flinched and deliberately averted their gaze.

 

No matter how I looked at it, the maids’ reactions were normal. The Imperial House people must all be insane.

 

Though they tried not to show it, the maids were afraid of me. However, separate from their fear, they stubbornly insisted on fulfilling their duties as palace servants.

 

“You’re going to see the Dura’han? Isn’t it too dangerous to go so suddenly?”

 

“Haven’t you heard why that monster became docile?”

 

“Of, of course, Princess, you are a noble Reviver of God that we could never dare imagine, but…”

 

“Since Princess is an honored guest of the Imperial Palace, we must always ensure your safety.”

 

Ignoring the words of the maids trailing behind me, I strode forward with large steps. I already knew the layout of the Imperial Palace, so I didn’t need guidance.

 

The maids, who were probably sent to monitor me, reluctantly followed. Not only that, but a knight who claimed to be my temporary escort also insisted on accompanying me.

 

The crowd that swarmed as soon as I stepped out of my room was annoying, but ultimately they couldn’t block my path.

 

Since I kept invoking God’s will at every turn, it would have been difficult for them to rashly stand in my way.

 

The Dura’han was trapped in an iron cage placed in the clearing in front of the Black Tower. A magical barrier was set up at a distance from the iron bars, and soldiers were standing guard in double formation around it.

 

“Princess?”

 

The soldiers guarding the cage recognized me and straightened up in surprise.

 

“I’ve come to see the Dura’han.”

 

“We’re sorry, but His Majesty ordered that no one should approach the monster…”

 

“The God who revived me.”

 

Cutting off the soldier’s words indifferently, I slightly lifted my chin.

 

“Says I should meet that Dura’han quickly. Do you intend to block God’s will?”

 

“B-but…”

 

“If the Empire incurs God’s wrath for blocking a Reviver, how could you bear all that anger?”

 

The soldier, who had been sweating coldly with a bewildered face, reluctantly stepped aside. When I volunteered to be trapped in the barrier with the Dura’han while I conducted my business, the mages who were anxious about having to remove the barrier readily nodded.

 

Their barrier doesn’t just block the Dura’han, it also blocks sound.

 

They wouldn’t think I’d have a conversation with the Dura’han, so they wouldn’t see any problem.

 

I could feel everyone’s eyes focused on me. Though sound was blocked, it didn’t hide our appearance, so everyone was watching with curious eyes.

 

The maids and escort knight waited at a distance, and I stood alone in front of the iron cage. The barrier that had briefly lifted immediately surrounded me again, forming a semicircle.

 

The Dura’han trapped inside the iron cage seemed uninterested in the surrounding commotion. When I took a few more steps closer, he reacted by moving his shoulders.

 

[Captain!]

 

Crouched inside the iron cage, he was incredibly massive. Among the Dura’han I had collected, Nadab was the most robust, but this Dura’han had a much larger and more imposing build than Nadab.

 

If he rampaged with such a physique, even the Imperial Palace would have to endure tremendous damage. It was natural for them to feel grateful to me for calming this Dura’han.

 

“You must have been frustrated being trapped. You’ve suffered a lot.”

 

[Captain… I believed you would come.]

 

The moved Dura’han twisted his body this way and that, as if he wanted to properly kneel before me. However, it wasn’t easy to position himself properly inside the narrow iron cage.

 

Eventually, he greeted me while awkwardly bowing his upper body.

 

[The third knight wandering in search of his lost head, Bak greets you.]

 

“Bak.”

 

[Please give me orders. I will annihilate all those wicked puppets of God!]

 

“Yes, I’ll give you orders. Never start a fight first.”

 

[Yes, I’ll immediately destroy those bastards… Yes?]

 

Bak, who had been acting as if he would break the iron cage at any moment, made a bewildered sound. This Dura’han seems rather belligerent.

 

“You can transform too, right? What can you transform into?”

 

[Ah, I can transform into a magnificent black bear.]

 

It would have been easier if it were something like a sparrow or bumblebee, but a black bear. Though it’s better than a Dura’han appearing in the Imperial Palace, a black bear would be just as conspicuous.

 

While I was inwardly disappointed, Bak asked in a booming voice.

 

[Should I transform right now and smash the iron cage with my front paws?]

 

“No. Absolutely don’t.”

 

When I answered firmly, Bak’s shoulders drooped downward. Even without words, it was obvious he was dejected. Why does he keep trying to fight?

 

“Being seen transforming wouldn’t be good, and causing unnecessary conflicts isn’t good either, so wait. I’ll come get you as soon as I find a way out.”

 

[Ah, then you’ve retrieved the key?]

 

“Key?”

 

[Yes! When I opened my eyes, the key was gone and I was very surprised, but as expected, Captain found it right away!]

 

A key, what’s that about…?

 

As I stared at Bak in confusion, he hesitated.

 

[…Haven’t you found it?]

 

“No.”

 

[Aah…]

 

Bak, who had been sighing, soon continued in a resolute voice.

 

[I should have protected it well, I’m sorry. To fail to properly fulfill the crucial mission of guarding the castle’s key, if the key goes to Birth’s proxy, everything will be over.]

 

“Bak.”

 

[So even now I should break this iron cage and immediately…!]

 

“Bak.”

 

The black smoke that had been rising from Bak’s body subsided again. I could see faint relief cross the faces of the soldiers who had been pointing their swords this way from outside the barrier.

 

Phew, we almost had another fight.

 

“Did you already forget my orders?”

 

[S-sorry. But Captain, losing the key is my responsibility, so I’ll retrieve it.]

 

I don’t know what that key is, but without it, he definitely won’t leave this Imperial Palace. Crossing my arms and pondering for a moment, I spoke calmly.

 

“Taking responsibility for a subordinate’s mistake is the captain’s job, so leave that to me and just stay quiet. Quietly. Don’t fight.”

 

[Captain…!]

 

The moved Dura’han bowed his upper body forward. If he had a head, he would have wailed dramatically.

 

You understood the part about not fighting, right?

 

[As Captain orders, I will wait here!]

 

“Good. Now explain what that key is. I need to know what it is to find it.”

 

[It’s the castle’s key!]

 

“So what is that?”

 

[It’s the key to Beladia Castle!]

 

“Where is Beladia Castle…”

 

I stopped mid-question reflexively.

 

Beladia. Could it be Beladia Valley in the Trebi Mountains? The very place where the Fortress of the Twelve Sinners is located?

 

‘Now I can’t just ignore this and leave.’

 

Pressing my forehead with my fingertips and lost in thought, I nodded for now.

 

“Don’t worry about the key, you just… get some sleep.”

 

[What? But!]

 

“Try to behave as quietly as possible. So they can see that you become docile when you meet me.”

 

[But Captain!]

 

At Bak’s constant attempts to argue, I unconsciously frowned. The other Dura’han accepted orders appropriately, so why does he keep objecting?

 

“Won’t you listen to orders?”

 

[No, that’s not it! I can’t lie down!]

 

The scolding that was about to burst out irritably got stuck in my throat. In the moment I briefly stopped speaking, Bak quickly continued.

 

[Even if I’m a monster, to confine me in such a narrow iron cage, those bastards are ignorant and evil beings who don’t know how to respect life!]

 

“…”

 

[To sleep, there should be space to lie down! Honestly, my legs are too numb!]

 

I learned the unnecessary information that Dura’han sometimes get numb legs too. Speechless and moving my lips for a moment, I calmly replied.

 

“I’ll have them change it to a wider cage.”

 

[Thank you! But Captain, I have rather bad sleeping habits… please consider that too. And I can’t sleep if it’s noisy, so please tell them to be quiet too…]

 

“…Oh, okay.”

 

Right, this is my karma. This is my karma.

 

* * *

 

After taking care of Bak’s suggestions and returning, I encountered an attendant who had brought a message from the Emperor.

 

The content was simple. He planned to hold a grand banquet to praise the god who protected the Imperial House and express gratitude to the Reviver chosen by that deity, so please stay until that time.

 

This was a different event from the dinner he had invited me to earlier in front of the knights and mages. In other words, he was saying he would announce throughout the Empire that ‘the Reviver saved the Imperial House.’

 

I could refuse if I wanted to, but now that I had something to find in this Imperial Palace, there was no reason to decline.

 

“Tell him I’ll attend.”

 

“His Majesty will be greatly pleased.”

 

After indifferently sending away the attendant who praised it as a wise choice with all sorts of flowery words, I was finally alone in the room. Since there was some time left until the dinner, I slumped in my chair and fell into thought.

 

The mysterious Warp Gate installed at Febrin Monastery being connected to the Imperial Palace couldn’t be a coincidence.

 

It must be related to the fact that one of the Twelve Knights was in this Imperial Palace, and that knight was guarding the key to Beladia Castle.

 

I recalled the woman’s voice I heard the moment the Warp Gate activated.

 

‘To fulfill an unfinished duty, stopped time flows again, she said.’

 

And she said it was due to the thread of fate. The thread of fate must point to the ‘Agent of Birth.’

 

To summarize, doesn’t this mean that because the Agent of Birth appeared, the Agent of Death also appeared again?

 

Along with properly finishing the ancient authority that was left incomplete back then.

 

Regardless of not remembering, it’s certain from the circumstances that I’m the Agent of Death. Then it means I had some kind of contact with the thread of fate without knowing it.

 

‘Thread of fate… Agent of Birth…’

 

A life lived as if everything is already predetermined.

 

I know one person who lives such a life.

 

That child who acted as if the whole world was on her side. That child who asserted I would die lonely, who prophesied with confidence as if all futures were predetermined.

 

Lilia Roam. Was it you?

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