I Don't Want To Do a Romantic Comedy With a Villain! - Chapter 115

Episode 115

Robert’s words were that the world changes through the use of force.

Force.

Min-joo knows it too. To spill blood, harm someone, and threaten is what makes those in power listen.

She’d seen it countless times in history and around her.

But is it necessary? Min-joo pondered on this issue.

No matter how many times you protest, if those in power close their ears and shut their eyes, the chances of change are slim.

They might even exercise violence in retaliation.

But is it right to respond to violence with violence?

The quickest route will result in many shattered bodies, and the slow and uncertain path may disguise arrogance as peace.

‘I know too. If planning a revolution means someone will get hurt, but didn’t I bring Vehen, Tedric, and Peril into this because I didn’t want that?’

Those in power listen to the opinions of those in higher power. That’s why I requested help.

They are the powerful ones. Not just commoners inferior to ants, but noble and prestigious aristocrats.

Min-joo faced Robert with a calm expression.

“Violence begets violence. I have considered what the most convenient power that people can wield is.”

Robert, annoyed by Min-joo’s gibberish, stared at her with irritation.

Annoyance was evident in her heavily furrowed brow.

Crossing her bony legs and leaning back carelessly in her chair, Robert continued to gesture as if urging her to continue talking.

Then, as she gestured with her finger, a light appeared in the darkness.

It wasn’t a bright and intense light, but rather a faint and dim candlelight.

Feeling the faint light, Min-joo continued speaking.

“It’s violence. It’s like when a child throws a tantrum, or when someone is so angry that they throw something, or grab someone by the hair.”

Min-joo thought it was unethical and ignorant. Resolving things through violence is no different from the methods of beasts.

“We learn knowledge and compassion as humans. We learn that violence is wrong from a young age.”

Robert laughed loudly, mocking her.

Her rude attitude made Min-joo blush.

Robert let her long brown hair fall loose as she leaned forward. It was a posture that seemed light-hearted, like a wanderer.

“So it’s threatening, you fool. Did you grow up in a cave? If the world could be solved through conversation, why do wars happen and murders occur? Hey, think about it.”

Her drooping brown hair covered one eye, casting a shadow on her face, and making her look very gloomy.

“As long as humans don’t see themselves as a threat, they don’t care. Will a beggar earn more money, or will an armed robber earn more money? Do you know why violence is the most convenient power? Because it solves things so well.”

Dismissing Min-joo’s opinion as mere nonsense.

She was infuriated by her coaxing attitude, like trying to persuade a fairy living in a flower garden.

Min-joo knew there was no reason to convince her, but she felt a sense of unnecessary annoyance and continued to argue.

“It’s ignorant and foolish behavior. That’s what I think. If things could be solved through violence, why learn ethics and establish laws? You just need to crush with force.”

Robert didn’t expect cooperation. Robert was a sorcerer, a being who shouldn’t reveal herself in this world.

But being treated as foolish was infuriating.

“Sure, it might be difficult to resolve things peacefully. We might end up resorting to violence along the way. But we can try, can’t we? We’re intelligent beings, and every life is precious. If we can prevent unnecessary sacrifices, of course, we should.”

“Yeah, no.”

Robert cleanly dismissed Min-joo’s opinion.

She wanted to punch Robert’s gloomy face, so dismissive and mocking.

Min-joo knew. It was just an idealistic goal.

Still, she didn’t want to resort to violence without even trying.

Min-joo’s vision of revolution didn’t involve splattered blood, screams, and thick smoke rising from guns.

“Do you know why the sorcerers disappeared from here?”

Robert spoke in a condescending tone as if explaining history to an elementary school student.

It struck her that she seemed quite bureaucratic.

“If the sorcerers had united, this empire would have become the land of the sorcerers. But the sorcerers tried not to use violence. And what was the result?”

“…Many died, and they were driven away.”

“Yeah. So you should figure it out yourself if I’ve explained this much, right?”

“So, are you saying violence should be used from the beginning?”

“Did you put a piece of wood in your ears? Persuasion, sure, that’s good. But it only works on the same kind of people, do you think it’ll work on greedy pigs who only know how to fill their stomachs? You blockhead.”

Min-joo closed her mouth at Robert’s sharp accusation.

Perhaps she had dreamed too big.

Was Robert right?

Was violence necessary for a successful revolution?

Wasn’t she just a fairy living in a flower garden?

Robert checked Min-joo’s reaction and opened her mouth to drive home her point.

“I don’t know about your generation, but in my generation, violence was the answer. What’s solved by being quiet and fidgety? You have to seize what’s yours. You have to wriggle like a worm if you have to.”

She didn’t think the differing opinions were solely due to different generations. Min-joo and Robert were different people.

So their opinions wouldn’t align.

“Though I don’t look like it, I’ve endured a lot so far. I used to think violence wasn’t the answer, that peace was the best.”

“…Yes, you don’t look like that at all.”

“That’s what happened to me. I looked easygoing, so I took on too much work and died from exhaustion. I was reborn as an orphan and endured harassment. Then, I ran away from the village because I couldn’t stand it anymore, and that’s when my friend I made back then told me.”

Robert recalled the face of her friend that remained vivid in her memory. A friend with gray hair, lively and cheerful.

“If you endure, you’ll be seen as a pushover. You have to crush before being crushed.”

As soon as she heard those words, it was like getting hit in the back of the head, and she snapped out of it. What had she been enduring for so long?

Realizing that foolishly not properly taking care of her own share made her a fool, and many things changed.

In a way, that friend was also a benefactor.

If it wasn’t for that friend, she wouldn’t have thought of returning to her hometown, and she would have lived without knowing she had innate magical talents.

Having undergone many regressions to achieve her goals, she had only focused on saving her friend and hadn’t paid much attention to her.

She must be living happily far away by now.

He was curious about her friend, Mireille, but it would be awkward if she, a sorcerer herself, met her. So she decided to keep it buried in her heart.

Robert drew a circle in the air with her palm. Then, a fierce flame surged from behind Robert in the shape of a circle.

“Use violence. If you want to seize fiercely, I’ll help you.”

Robert’s smile was sinister and ferocious.

Min-joo understood what she wanted to say. Stand up and fight if you want to protect, and seize.

But.

“No. Violence is not the answer, and it’s not omnipotent. If violence leads to a successful revolution, who do you think will suffer the most?”

Naturally, the weak. The commoners and lower classes, not nobles or royals.

Min-joo spat out her words as if chewing them, her face contorted in anguish.

“The weak see it. Even if I plan an idealistic plan like a dream, even if violence is the answer!”

Her black hair flowed over her shoulders.

It felt like her eyes would be blinded by the dim light that faintly illuminated the darkness and the fervent flames burning fiercely behind Robert.

“…Someone needs to think of a peaceful solution. If everyone just shouts for violence, is that really the right solution? We need someone to think about what a better solution might be.”

Even if wielding force is deemed the solution, resorting to violence every time leaves behind significant damage.

They need to think about what better alternatives there are to minimize sacrifice. Min-joo believed that was right.

Robert looked at Min-joo.

Her contorted brow and urgent black eyes contained the burning flames. Her fist clenched so tightly it could have been a bowstring.

Tense, repressed anger, and stiffly held neck and shoulders.

‘What are you saying? As if you’re something special. It’s truly a utopia full of nonsense.’

It’s incomprehensible.

Resolving things peacefully is difficult, but resorting to violence is also a challenging solution. It even seemed foolish to advocate peace unconditionally. 

In the process of revolution, violence will inevitably be used. There’s no way around it. What’s even more amusing is that someone who’s going to leave anyway is bothering to start a revolution. 

Is it a futile act of rebellion? Or perhaps an experiment. Maybe it’s acting recklessly, stirring up trouble, and then running away.

Robert decided not to persuade further.

‘You have to experience it for yourself to understand. How futile your dreams were.’

But it’s romantic. Everyone shouting with one voice for the same goal. No, romance is just romance.

Robert waved her hand in the air. The flames died down, leaving only embers.

“Alright, you’ll figure it out on your own.”

“…It’s just a difference in opinion. Don’t belittle me.”

“What do you know? Alright, the ritual should be complete soon.”

If it’s a ritual, it should send Min-joo back home.

Min-joo’s eyes twinkled for a moment as she got excited. It was funny how reminiscent of a puppy she looked.

Robert casually sketched a rough ritual in the air.

Min-joo couldn’t understand what it was, but she clapped her hands when she saw the intricate magical circle.

“I added a mechanism because there wasn’t one, and I found and modified the summoning process. It might work after a few experiments. Are you going to be the test subject?”

It seemed like coding or something. Like putting in commands and establishing rules, like in the C language.

Min-joo was about to nod eagerly but then closed her mouth tightly and stopped moving.

“Uh, just in case… is there a possibility of going to another world instead of Earth?”

“Oh, sharp as ever. Yeah. There’s a possibility.”

“Does it have to be me?”

“Then who else?”

That’s true too. Min-joo lowered her head, at a loss for words.

What if the magic went wrong and she ended up in another world? She was filled with countless worries.

Seeing Min-joo hesitating and not knowing what to do, Robert sighed deeply.

“Hey, if that happens, we can just turn back time. Even if you went to some weird place, we can just turn time back to right now, can’t we?”

“Vehen will go crazy again. No, how would I know I went to some weird place, let alone how to turn back time?”

“We’ll just bring you back. Bringing back worked, didn’t it?”

“Are you out of your mind?”

It’s not like it’s a simple matter. Of course, it’s not unreasonable, but…

Min-joo couldn’t believe Robert and clamped her mouth shut.

Her shoulders were hunched over and her muscles tensed, making her body feel cramped.

“That’s… not easy.”

“Don’t trust me? I’m a genius.”

“…Honestly, we’re not exactly trustworthy, are we?”

Min-joo replied softly, avoiding eye contact.

After an awkward silence, a loud burst of laughter erupted.

“You’re not exactly trustworthy, and yet you’re talking about revolution?”

That’s true too. Constantly being confronted with the truth makes her feel like she might burst into tears.

Min-joo chuckled in disappointment and slumped back in her chair.

Perhaps from unnecessary tension, her body felt stiff.

Min-joo rubbed her shoulders and forearms and weakly responded.

“Yeah… I guess… I was short-sighted…”

“I, I like you.”

Roger’s low, rough voice rang out cheerfully.

Min-joo’s face turned to shock, unsure if her words were sincere or just babbling from studying rituals.

‘Me… Did I even receive affection from a sorcerer? Is this some kind of lesbian genre?’

Absurdity at its finest.