The Villain Dreams Of World Peace - Chapter 12

Episode 12 The Magic Class of the Devil 

Muriel was bound to be startled. 

Rovelia’s well-done eyes were dark, and through her eyes was glistening madness. 

“What brings you here….” 

Muriel felt awkward about Rovelia, who had changed beyond recognition in a few days. Rovelia trembled like a lost soul. It was uncomfortable to face her because she looked like a ghost. I thought it would feel like this if I was facing a demon. 

Muriel frowned, but Rovelia didn’t respond as sensitively as usual. She was so tense that she couldn’t care less about Muriel’s mood.  

“I came here to ask Muriel a favor.” 

 said Rovelia, embracing her trembling body. She laughed like a real madman at the end of every word. 

Rovelia seemed to have thousands of luminous and vibrating bees in her body. It was hard to calm down the ferocious things. The body trembled automatically, and the vibration was clearly revealed in her shaking breath. 

“Muriel, aren’t you upset? You finally got a chance to stop people’s neglect and criticism at once, and it was taken away so easily.” 

Muriel couldn’t easily understand what Rovelia was saying. So when asked again what opportunity she was talking about, Rovelia replied nervously. She was thinking of roasting Muriel gently, but her patience ran out, so her shrill voice easily popped out. 

“The Oracle! We are the people who will be saints. We’re born under the stars to save the kingdom. You understand what I am saying, Muriel? 

I have no idea. Muriel listened, expressionless, and Rovelia gritted her teeth as she crumpled her face as if she couldn’t stand it. 

“No one can take our star away. Even if it’s Sharan. Do you understand?’’ 

Rovelia was annoyed by Muriel, who looked like a moron. Sharan was afraid of a saint who was a threat to his ability, so he took away their opportunity from heaven. And yet you came back to the mansion without saying anything like an idiot. 

Muriel had to complain to Sharan. She should have insisted on his rights and insisted that she could not take a step out of the royal palace until it was determined who the saint was. 

Rovelia became impatient because Muriel seemed to know too much about herself. Is it because she already knows she’s not a saint, so she doesn’t have to bother with these things? 

Rovelia intended to placate Muriel gently into thinking the illusion that she might be a saint. That way, she would have a chance again. She could regain the opportunity that was taken away by Sharan at will. 

“When Muriel becomes the Saint, people will no longer laugh at you for having humble Pasio, nor will they make fun of you as a liar. Think about it. Everyone will look up to Muriel. Can you really give up like this?” 

“Everyone looks up to… I don’t need that. It’s rather annoying. That’s the sort of thing I think it is.” 

Rovelia’s patience s running out of her body. I didn’t expect this idiot to be so greedy. She has to make a fuss. I have to urge her to have her insist that she had to take another magic lesson again, or to give her the power of the high priest so that the Pasio can wake up quickly. 

The blind-faced idiot in front of me was tilting her head foolishly, as if she couldn’t understand even if she said all this. 

“Ask Sharan for another chance. Say that the Saint of the Oracle is not a hero that will defeat the Devil. It is said that the just the existence of a Saint brings people comfort. I don’t need magic, I don’t need the power of prophecy, I need you to determine who is the saint.” 

“Me? Why would I….” 

Before I could ask why, Rovelia’s eyes burst wide open. Her body stood as if she was going to pounce at Muriel right away. 

“Because Muriel is a saint! That’s Muriel’s right that heaven has chosen! Of course, you have to say it. No one else can take away the seat of the saint.” 

Muriel laughed bitterly. I knew what Rovelia wanted. I noticed it from the beginning, but I was overwhelmed by the momentum. 

Muriel looked at the nervous-looking young lady in front of her. How stupid do they think I am? Do you think that if you entice her with obvious lies, she’ll run straight to Sharan? Did she think that she would be her doll, and that she would be the one who would take the hit of every arrow like her shield? 

In the first place, it was Rovelia who snitched to Sharan because she didn’t want to learn magic. Why are you telling me to clean up the shit-show that you created? 

“I’m really not interested in being a saint. If you really want it that much, you can do it yourself, right? Mr. Crawford will be on your side because he really wants to find a saint. The same goes for the Lord of Dachini.’’ 

“What a fool!” 

At Muriel’s words, Rovelia couldn’t resist and screamed. Muriel’s eyes opened at the unexpected words, and Rovelia was also embarrassed by the words that jumped out of her mouth. 

She made an excuse with a friendly smile to make up for it quickly. 

I thought of her as a simple and gentle girl, but I can’t believe she had such an insidious and sensitive side. I had no idea. Well, I wasn’t interested in it. 

“Crawford can’t help me now! Come on, Muriel, help me! Muriel’s got nothing to lose!” 

Rovelia, unable to resist her nervousness, sprang up from her seat and strode to Muriel. Muriel stiffened up thinking she was being attacked for a moment, but Rovelia just took Muriel’s hand and knelt down. 

I tried to pull my hand out because I felt pressured, but Rovelia’s sharp nails held Muriel’s hand firmly and wouldn’t let go. 

“You have to listen to me! The kingdom needs a saint!” 

I think it’s not the kingdom that needs a saint, it’s Rovelia. Muriel looked into the emerald eyes that held her hand desperately. 

What does the Young lady of Dachini lack so much that she needs to cling to the shell of a saint? Even if she became a saint as she was, she had no ability to prophecy, and as Kaiton said, she had no ability to kill the devil. Nothing would be different from now, I couldn’t see why she was so obsessed. 

“Help me. Please… I’ll do anything. Say whatever you want. I can get you everything. Do you want me to pay you?” 

The Talisman of Rovelia flashed through her mind. If she had that glowing red ring, wouldn’t it help to find a piece of Ur? I might be able to do at least one attack magic. Even if white magic was impossible, it would be possible if it was water magic that is compatible with her. 

Muriel looked at the ring in Rovelia’s hand without realizing it, but turned his head in surprise. 

It’s crazy. 

You know what happens when you’re greedy for power. That ring was the seed of evil that burned down the mountains of Sharan and would destroy the peace of the world. I can’t believe you’re greedy about it. That’s a stupid idea. I’d rather use a piece of Ur than… 

“Ah…” 

Muriel clasped Rovelia’s hand in surprise at the instant realization. 

Muriel knew all about where the sculptures of Ur were that would be used to hold Kaiton Ur’s leash. It was because I knew the whole story, but the last one was unknown, but now that I think about it, it was an easy answer. 

Muriel couldn’t have been the only one who had gotten a piece of Ur. Kaiton was a great man who thought that if he couldn’t identify who the saint was, he would remove all the saint candidates. 

“Rovelia.” 

“Will you help me, Muriel?” 

“You said you’d give me whatever I wanted instead, right?” 

“Of course. It doesn’t matter. Do you want me to give you a written document? Part of the estate that I’m going to inherit….” 

“No. Give me a piece of Ur.” 

There was a moment of silence. Rovelia’s eyes shook like a forest in the face of a typhoon. 

“…what….” 

“You have it. A Piece of Ur.” 

“The profanity!!!” 

Rovelia threw away Muriel’s hand and shouted like thunder. She inherited the name of the guardian and was asked to give a piece of Ur’s sculpture. There was no bigger insult. 

Having a fragment of Ur means being a follower of evil. Traitor. Rebel. To Sharan, as well as the demon king’s men who threaten the kingdom. Rovelia clattered her red cheeks. 

Not realizing that being sensitive is a desperate thing to be, she preached how loyal she was as Sharan’s servant and an heir to the proud guardian Dachini. 

“I’m just trying to get rid of our pieces safely. I won’t wonder how Rovelia got the Ur sculpture, so give it to me. Then I’ll do you the favor.” 

Rovelia glared at Muriel with a suspicious stare. One day, at her bedside, a sculpture of Ur appeared, and of all places, in the royal palace protected by Sharan’s eyes. 

How does Muriel know something she’s never told anyone… Muriel must also have a piece of Ur too. 

Rovelia considered the cards in her favor. Having a fragment of Ur makes you a traitor who breaks the law. Should I threaten Muriell? 

She’s already hidden the piece of Ur, so whatever Muriel says won’t hurt her. But Muriel may have already hidden her fragment of Ur as well. Well, I would have done that as well. 

“I’ll give it to you. I’ll give it to you when we get back to the palace.” 

Rovelia, of course, did not intend to give up such an important card. The sculpture will be a good tool to prove her strength when she becomes a saint. 

For Muriel, I was going to make a fake. If Muriel recognizes it as a fake, it would mean that she has used a sculpture of Ur, so she could deal with her by national law. 

Rovelia had to be a saint. She was born under the name of Dachini, but was never treated properly because of her humble Pasio. 

There was no better family than Dachini, and there was no way she could raise her status. She thought of marrying into another guardian family, Eclum, but that alone did not change her value. 

Then it was revealed she was born with the star of a saint. It was miraculous news. As long as she is a saint, she can be indispensable to the kingdom. In addition, if she married Sharan, she would achieve far more than she would’ve by just born under the name of Dachini. 

Rovelia rose neatly. 

Yeah, it’s not over yet. Panic came when I saw my father hurrying to mrry me away into some other family, not Eclum and nor any foreign royalty, as if her father had noticed her true value, but there is no need to hurry because it is not over yet. She has the star of the saint and a sculpture of Ur that would prove her ability. 

“I’ll see you at the palace, Muriel.” 

There were times when Muriel was annoying because I thought she was blocking my way, but there was no harm in using her like this. Because the star of the Saint belongs to her anyway. Muriel just needs to accompany her like a bridesmaid to make her feel better.