The Villain Only Wants To Live a Buddhist Life

***Edited by Kronost***

Streets on a fine Saturday morning were bustling with people.

Scott walked among the crowd, a gloomy expression on his face.

He was a second-year student and was assigned to Noble House as a pure-blooded nobleman.

But that was all in the past.

On this day last year, he had only entered Saint Marian Academy two months prior, and his family fell into a dilemma due to his father's political defeat.

From a great nobleman to a lowly commoner, the huge psychological gap made Scott's mind twisted.

Students in Saint Marian would not be transferred to different Houses due to changes in the student's family situation after enrollment.

Therefore, Scott became the only hope for the family.

Although his classmates never talked about this because of the noble etiquette, they must be laughing at him behind his back.

His father had written a frantical letter to him through a shop assistant on Traveller Street, letting him know what kind of burden his immature shoulders bear.

Becoming a qualified magister could change the situation of his family.

Even if he was no longer a nobleman, he could live well as a magister.

If he could further become an excellent magister, he may even return to the circle of nobility.

His mother always communicated her voice to him through magic letters, calling his name over and over again.

"Scott! Scott! Scott!"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Under the double pressure of internal and external burden, Scott collapsed.

Having family situations change drastically at a young age could indeed make some people grow up quickly, but not every 12-year-old could bear such a heavy burden.

Scott did not grow up and meet the expectations of his parents, but fell into a vicious cycle.

His grades were getting worse and worse, and his temper was getting more and more weird.

Until Christmas Eve last year, the girl he always had a crush on responded to the invitation of a senior and became someone else's dance partner at the romantic and gorgeous dance party.

So he escaped from the romantic dance party and rushed into the deepest part of the castle.

At that time, the leader of the Order was the one who extended the olive branch to him.

"Found it!"

Scott's gaze passed through the gap between people, and finally caught the heretic who was surrounded by girls.

...

Velvet Garment Store.

Dark squeezed into the crowd under Dianna's pull.

He never expected this store to be so busy at 9:00 in the morning.

Perhaps this is the legendary "Well-known Store"!

If he came by himself, he would definitely turn towards some other shop immediately after seeing so many people here.

But in fact, most people like to squeeze in crowded shops.

This may be based on a herd mentality, or it may just be that a busy store would not have poor product quality.

Shortly after.

Dark was pulled to a corner of the shop and stood in front of a mannequin.

He couldn't help asking, "Is this the Night Prince Suit you were talking about?"

Dianna nodded quickly.

Dark's eyes twitched.

It was not that the quality of this "Night Prince Suit" was not good, but rather the quality was too good, so much that it was too exaggerated!

Black velvet fabric, a collar made of snow mountain black fox fur, and a fluffy fox tail hung on the back.

The two rows of buttons were made of obsidian, and the shoulders were even dotted with opals.

The feather drape hanging on one side of the shoulder might be the feather of the black crow.

That is the ominous thing that symbolizes the night!

Although this outfit showed different shades of black, it was still black.

Wearing such an outfit to attend the Halloween party, probably it would instantly become the focus of the party.

Dark didn't like to attract attention.

"And this, half-faced black crow mask."

But Dianna enthusiastically pointed to the black crow mask studded with black diamonds on the side table.

Dark couldn't help being speechless: Who would wear this outfit?

Which country's prince would dare to dress like this?

It is not a world derived from Galgame after all!

No wait...

Dark thought of the only prince in the kingdom. That guy seemed to have this style of dressing.

So has the national aesthetics been misled by him?

Dark's eyes flashed, suddenly he found a path to escape.

He gasped, "399 credits!"

At this price, it seemed that those obsidian, opal, and black diamonds were all products of Magic Technology.

But for first-year students, the price was still too high!

'I would rather buy Worm Tree fruit!'

Thinking about this, Dark prepared some words, and wanted to refuse.

But Dianna suddenly smiled triumphantly and pulled him to the other mannequin on the back.

"Look, Night Princess Suit!"

Dark's eyelids twitched.

Like the Night Prince Suit, this black velvet princess dress worn on the female mannequin was indeed worthy of being called a "Night Princess Suit". It was not only full of all kinds of exaggerated decorations, but also full of frills. It seemed as if the more frills there were, the more it would look like a princess!

Dark was thinking about saying something.

Dianna pointed to one of the labels: "50% off for couples!"

Dark's eyelids twitched a few times when he saw it: it turns out that she is prepared.

...

On the other side, Rose giggled and picked a white non-commissioned officer uniform and half of a peacock feather mask.

She clearly knew Dianna's plan.

Dark eventually bought this "Night Prince Suit".

After the 50% discount, the 200-credit outfit was within his acceptable range.

And among other things, the quality of the fabric of this suit is very high. After the owner of the clothing store cast a spell to reduce its size, it was very comfortable to wear.

He might even be able to keep it until the Christmas party.

At that time, he could also save a sum of money.

After leaving the Velvet Garment Store, Dark checked out other shops with Dianna and Rose, and finally came to a high-end restaurant.

This music restaurant called "Waltz" was quite famous among students.

Dark specially ordered for Dianna and Rose the highest-grade dessert ice cream, while he himself was taking a small cup of ice cream at a lower grade.

He was already familiar with this little technique of restraining [Gluttony].

The three of them enjoyed sweet ice cream in the cool autumn and tasted a different kind of fun from summer.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows were the maple leaves falling in the wind and the bustling crowd.

The breath of youth was like a broken paper kite, floating higher and higher.

...

Leaning on the maple tree like a private detective, using newspapers to disguise himself, Scott's face turned livid by the youthful breath, his eyes overflowing with a serpent-like serenity.

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