The witch of greed sought to bring about the world's destruction.
To prevent it, I willingly chose to sacrifice my life.
As long as I could protect my now dearly cherished friends and the people of this world with whom I had ford bonds, that was enough for .
However,
"Scarlett!" "Scarlett!"
I, who had died, was brought back to life.
And then, my friends started becoming obsessed with .
"Evan-de..."
Looking back at the events like this, it sounds like the beginning of so web novel.
Anyway, a few days had passed since I, who was supposed to have died, suddenly regained consciousness.
During those days, through Yoon Si-woo and Sylvia, I had learned more or less about what had happened to .
To put it simply, it appeared that my resurrection, after burning away the demonic energy and losing my life, was Si-woo's doing.
Apparently, he used the power of the seventh holy sword in his possession to bring back to life. When I first heard that, I was utterly shocked.
I even thought, "Couldn't he use that power to bring back the others who had sacrificed themselves for us?"
‘...Miss Scarlett, actually─’
But when I asked, I learned that the power wasn’t omnipotent and that it demanded a trendous price each ti it was used.
One such cost was that Yoon Si-woo would never see Lucy again, as part of the price he paid to revive .
Si-woo had intended to hide that fact from , perhaps out of concern that I'd feel guilty, but Sylvia discreetly told , saying that I had the right to know.
So, upon learning that, I imdiately went to confront Si-woo.
I asked him why he would go so far as to bring back.
Knowing all too well what Lucy ant to him, I couldn’t help but ask that question.
But Si-woo answered with this:
‘...Don’t worry about things like that. Just focus on living happily from now on. I won’t regret the decision, and I’m sure Lucy wouldn’t either.’
His reply, though accompanied by a faint, bittersweet smile, was firm. Hearing it, I couldn’t say anything more.
Since neither he nor Lucy regretted their decision, I had no right to comnt on it.
In the end, all I could do was feel eternally grateful to Si-woo and Lucy for enduring such a sacrifice to give my life back and vow to sohow repay that debt.
...Well, that’s enough about that story.
Let tell you about what happened after I woke up.
First of all, as soon as I regained consciousness, I had to visit nurous hospitals and dical facilities.
It wasn’t because I was in pain or anything, so don’t worry. It was simply because Yoon Si-woo and Sylvia were so adamant that I undergo thorough examinations, just in case sothing was wrong.
I can understand why they were so insistent.
While for it felt like no ti had passed and I’d just woken up, for them, it had been two years since I had been in a deathlike slumber. Of course, they were worried.
But undergoing the sa tests five tis was a bit excessive, if you ask .
Anyway, after hearing from the doctors no fewer than five tis that I was perfectly fine, Si-woo and Sylvia finally relaxed enough to give so space.
So, with them off at work, I finally had so ti to myself for the first ti since waking up.
As soon as I had that freedom, I went out for a walk alone.
I was curious to see how the city had changed over the two years while my eyes had been closed, and I also needed to scout out places for a new plan of mine.
That plan was to find a place of my own—to live independently.
At the ti, I was staying at Sylvia’s mansion as a guest.
But I couldn’t keep living in soone else’s house forever, could I?
The reason I’d stayed with Sylvia or Si-woo before was simple: I wasn’t a normal person.
But after dying and coming back to life, I had beco an ordinary human.
I could no longer spew flas or burn demonic energy like I used to.
At the sa ti, I no longer needed to live in fear of being consud by the witch or worry about harming others, nor did I need soone to live with to kill if things went wrong, or soone to act as a guardian to vouch for my identity.
So there was no longer any reason for to live with others.
Moreover, my bank account had swelled with what I assu was reward money for saving the world, so I could certainly afford my own place.
I had gone out to explore and find a new ho... but at the ti, I had no idea what my actions would lead to.
Initially, everything was fine when I went outside.
The city felt much more vibrant, likely because the threat of the witch had vanished.
Feeling sowhat proud, I walked with a grin on my face, but then I started to notice sothing strange.
Maybe it was just my imagination, but it seed like everyone I passed on the street was staring at .
Now, I was used to people staring at . When I used to walk around as a witch, I could always feel the gazes of others.
But this ti, the frequency was different.
People were not just glancing; they were outright gawking as I walked by, and whispers followed in my wake.
It felt like the attention of almost everyone around was focused solely on , and my initially relaxed pace gradually quickened.
But my steps ca to a halt when I found myself face-to-face with a large crowd in a park.
Later, I would learn that the city was hosting an event to rember the heroes who had protected it.
I still vividly rember that mont.
At first, just one or two people noticed , but before I knew it, everyone in the park was turning to look at .
The murmurs of surprise quickly faded into a stunned silence.
And in that eerie quiet, soone asked :
‘E-excuse , are you by any chance Scarlett Evan-de?’
Without even thinking, I nodded in response.
I shouldn’t have.
Because the mont I did, the entire crowd lost their minds.
I had no idea.
While I had been asleep for those two years, I had beco the subject of countless legends, movies, and biographies as the “Saint of Salvation.”
Thanks to that, I had beco a household na, recognized by everyone.
So of the money swelling my bank account had co from those very sources.
As a result, in the eyes of the public, I was a true hero who had sacrificed my life to save the world, only to miraculously co back from the dead.
And there I was, making my first public appearance in front of a gathering of people honoring those who had fallen.
Naturally, the crowd erupted in a frenzy, treating like a pop idol visiting a military base, with people swarming , clamoring for handshakes.
Not used to that kind of attention, I panicked.
So I tried to escape.
How?
By jumping over the park wall.
It wasn’t a bad idea.
That is, if I had still had the superhuman strength I used to possess when I could punch monsters and shatter their jaws.
Unfortunately, I was now just an ordinary human, and, in my panic, I instinctively tried to leap over the wall using my old strength, only to crash into it and fall.
So, there I was, with so minor bruises and a severely wounded pride after smashing into the wall in front of countless people.
It was in that state that i, having been dispatched to deal with the commotion, found and escorted back to my legal guardians: Yoon Si-woo and Sylvia.
‘M-Miss Scarlett! What on earth happened to you?!’ ‘...Seriously, I’m going to lose my mind.’
In the end, not even a few hours after being left alone, I had already hurt myself and returned in this state.
The aftermath was significant.
The incident caused both Si-woo and Sylvia’s concern for to spiral into near-obsession, and, most importantly,
‘I’m absolutely against you living alone! Do you know what might happen if you live by yourself?!’ ‘Yeah, you’re not a witch anymore. What if soone tries to take advantage of you?’
My plan to live independently had to be postponed.
Sylvia was adamant that it wasn’t safe for to live alone, so I had no choice but to compromise.
After so negotiation, we ca to this conclusion:
‘...Fine, if Miss Scarlett feels uncomfortable staying at our mansion, this is a better alternative. At least I’ll feel less anxious knowing soone trustworthy is nearby.’
“Ah, Scarlett. Good morning.” “...Yeah, good morning, Si-woo.”
In the end, I moved in with Yoon Si-woo again, this ti paying rent.
At least I had escaped being a freeloader, but I was still living in soone else’s house.
My dream of having my very own “sweet ho” remained distant and difficult to achieve, caught between the obsession of my friends.
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