The Villain Dreams Of World Peace

ore if se wasn’t answering rightly. 

It’s uncomfortable, but if he’s lost interest in trying to figure out what the magic is on Muriel, that’s fine.
It was a relief. 

While staring at Kaiton with narrow eyes, August, who had been quietly with love as Muriel said, strode up to Muriel.
After some closure with Kaiton, he seemed to think he could step in now.
He grabbed Muriel’s hand. 

“Why is Muriel terrible? That’s what you’ve been thinking? It’s a stupid thought.” 

Muriel laughed in vain.
August looked like he was just going to play with or tease women’s hearts without a grain of sincerity, but he was actually a very good man.
He had a good sense and was as tactless as a bear who looked like he would have made a fuss about the people he loved.
The only thing resembling a fox about him was his appearance.  

That’s why Muriel did it in the novel.
Muriel wanted to be more hard on August when she found out he was a good man.
It would be nice to have a good friend, but it wouldn’t be good to be close to her. 

“Don’t step in on a whim next time.” 

Muriel took August’s hand off.
Considering that he hold hands or shoulders without hesitation and the distance is incredibly narrow, it seemed true that he was used to dating around and socializing a lot.
That’s why it’s even more amazing.
It’s really hard to be able to stay true to yourself even though you’ve made so many connections. 

“Don’t grab it so recklessly.” 

“…I’m sorry.” 

August seemed frustrated as if he had a lot to say, but he apologized kindly.
It was Muriel who was sorry.
Because she’d let such a good man die in the end. 

“Mr.
Crawford.” 

Kaiton quenched his agitation and looked back at Muriel with a brooding look. 

“Don’t use magic on me again.
Don’t forget that Crawford’s only job is to find a saint.
If you’re going to do anything else, I won’t allow it next time.” 

It was also a warning against his plans to take Pacio away with Ur’s sculpture.
Kaiton laughed coldly, as if he understood it.
Blinking dangerous eyes as if you could stop it.
I thought he’d say mean things like, ” So What if you don’t condone it?” but he didn’t say anything. 

Since then, several classes and magic supplementations have continued, but Muriel avoided Kaiton’s eyes as much as possible, and returned to the accommodation in a hurry after the schedule was over.
She ran away, hitting the wall against August, who was persistent. 

The operation to avoid the two was quite successful.
Kaiton was too busy to be following Muriel around, and August looked like a fool, but he had a lot of work to do as Eclum’s young master. 

However, perhaps she was unlucky today, August appeared next to Muriel, who was sitting alone in the restaurant. 

“Can I sit next to you, Muriel?” 

“There are a lot of empty seats around.” 

She refused without wasting a breath, but August sat opposite Muriel without listening.
Even though Muriel glared at him with a sullen stare, asking why he asked if he was going to do so anyway.
August bit down on an apple with a unique friendly smile. 

There were definitely apples that were cut to look good and eat available, but it was hard to believe that he was the richest Eclum in the kingdom when he chewed on whole apples. 

Looking gorgeous and coy, he ate well and adapted well.
After Kaiton conducted a few classes without August, he also entered the court wizards’ quarters, and seemed to have adapted well to the cramped room. 

Rovelia secretly complained about how shabby the facilities were here and how uncomfortable and unpleasant her room was, but August never did.
On the contrary, after entering this place, he said he slept well, and his face became smoother. 

“It’s more delicious if you eat it together.
The food here is too salty, sweet, spicy, and greasy to eat alone.” 

“…August?” 

August brought five bowls of plates.
Still, he didn’t put a lot of food on them because he was an aristocrat, but it was still quite a large enough amount to be called a meal. 

“I thought you liked the food here” 

“I don’t know what to say when you ask me if I like it or not, but I don’t hate it enough to the point of opening up a portal and going home for every meal.” 

“I had no idea; you always eat well.” 

“You need to eat this much to maintain your body.
Don’t I do physical labor?” 

It was not convincing because it was said while cutting the piece of a meat as big as fish, but it was amazing that he could eat it so well even though he hated it. 

Muriel couldn’t do that.
August said that the food here was too salty, sweet, spicy, and greasy, but all Muriel could feel was that the food here was hot, cold, greasy, dry, soft, and so on. 

“Muriel is full with just one soup? You need to eat well to cheer up during class.” 

Muriel’s side effects from being possessed by the novel were not only not feeling of pain.
She couldn’t taste it either.
At first, I thought the food here was bland, but I realized that the problem was with me only when I felt a faint salty taste even after sprinkling salt like snow. 

I could humbly accept everything she was given, including magic incompetence, the most evil woman, the shepherd girl of the kingdom, but I can’t stand being not being able to taste. 

I was depressed again.
What a joy it is to eat in life, and I can’t believe it’s been taken away. 

When I saw August holding and tearing off the golden chicken legs, my mouth was watering.
The sense of smell was alive, so I could smell it vividly felt.
The crisp, crisp sound of chewing a well-done shell hit the eardrums ironically. 

For some reason, Muriel muttered as if bewitched as she looked at August’s chicken legs. 

“Can I have a bite of that?’’