The Villain Dreams Of World Peace

prince’s eyes, which had so far been in the wide mountains, were dragged down again into the familiar dungeon.
But Muriel’s last voice kept ringing in the prince’s ears. 

‘Wait for me.
I’ll come there for you.’ 

Sharan’s annoying voice squeezed into the dazed prince’s head. 

“Where is the location? Who dared to use a sculpture of us?” 

“… I didn’t see it.” 

“What? What do you mean you didn’t see it? It’s only because of Sharan’s eyes that your dirty life is still saved, but you couldn’t even do that right?!” 

The prince was covering his eyes with a black cloth, but he could see that the woman who was rubbing her body against him freely had died.
It was the first time someone died next to him, but he wasn’t afraid. 

He had a very good imagination.
Because he knew that women who escaped from the dungeon would one day die at his brother’s hands, he sometimes had the illusion that the living bodies that touched his body were still alright. 

He was dead from the time he entered the dungeon, so it was not surprising to lose his beating heart a little earlier. 

“Saint… Because her prayer has been cut off, Sharan’s eyes got dark.” 

The prince re-exerted his wonderful imagination.
In his head, Muriel’s voice has already been vividly reproduced as a reality that brightened his eyes. 

“There was someone who had the sculpture of Ur… I could see it when I heard the sound of a saint’s prayer.
This time, they weren’t turning into a demon by sucking it in, or they weren’t putting it in their body.
I think they were just drawing a magic circle with the fragment in their hand… I saw it once I heard the sound of a saint’s prayer.” 

Sharan squinted to see if the prince was lying. 

His brother, whose white hair was hanging down without shame, was still straightening up because of the weakness.
I thought the drug was causing confusion, but… Eyes that did not respond to light were clearly in the right shape to use Sharan’s ability. 

Perhaps he knew that Sharan was looking through his disgusting body with a sharp look, and the prince covered himself with a rag-like cloth.
His cheeks, which were normally pale like ghosts without a single blood color, were red. 

It was because he was nervous about his first lie, but Sharan didn’t notice. 

“You really saw a piece of Ur?” 

“…Yes.” 

“A prayer of a saint? Ha.
Since when did prayers work? Can you swear on the peace of the kingdom and in the name of God? Answer me properly.
Did you really see a sculpture of Ur?” 

“I can swear on the name of God who protects the Bulrion with the peace of the kingdom and the treasure of God.
I heard the prayer of the Holy Saint and saw a fragment of Ur.” 

I’ve never heard of Sharan’s eyes being affected by something.
But because of his incompetence, Sharan Kasal had no way of verifying whether his words were true or false.
Sharan stared at his brother, who was as creepy as a Demon. 

Would his brother who has been obedient to his every word lie to him? Well… Sharan thought his brother would never lie to him, even under an illusion. 

“That’s what it meant….” 

Sharan suddenly felt better. 

This is what the story of the saint helping Sharan’s eyes to save the kingdom meant.
Prayers lighting up Sharan’s eyes… I liked it.
In the end, the credit of catching Ur will be Sharan’s.
As expected, Sharan is the only hero. 

“Hahaha…! Of course… That’s makes sense.
I couldn’t believe anyway that such things would eliminate the demon king Ur.” 

Sharan recalled Muriel and Robelia, who were terrible at Pacio and had no ability of prophesy.
In the first place, he felt funny about looking at the young ladies with no ability. 

“I’ll let you hear the prayer of the saint ring every morning and evening.
You’ll find Ur then, won’t you?” 

“…Yes.” 

The prince’s voice was unusually excited, but Sharan, who felt better, did not notice the difference. 

Sharan magically burned down the bleeding body and escaped the smelly underground prison. 

When Sharan left, familiar silence came again to the underground prison.
The trapped prince stood in front of a small window facing the sky. 

He opened his eyes with a black cloth down even though he knew there was no moon today.
I was blinded by the artificial light shining brightly from the back of my head, but I stubbornly looked at the night sky where nothing was floating.
His eyes were cold and tears fell, but it didn’t bother him. 

His head was filled with only Muriel with blue hair that he saw through Sharan’s eyes. 

“Wait for me.” 

The prince carefully followed Muriel’s words and rolled his tongue, recalling Muriel’s voice.
I’ll be there soon, She said.
There’s no way you can find this place.
I didn’t think you could break through Sharan’s solid barrier.
But the prince couldn’t do anything but wait. 

“…I’ll be waiting for you.’’ 

He was used to waiting.
He waited for the moon, the only friend he could see with his eyes, to be able to see the outside world with Sharan’s eyes.
It was regrettable that it was the only thing he could wait for.
Now there is one more thing to wait for.
I can’t help but be happy.