The Baddest Villainess Is Back - Chapter 181
Roxelyn frowned as she grabbed a couple of nearby gold bars and tossed them toward the High Priest.
“Will 5 million olans suffice? Take as much as you want. But…”
Roxelyn trailed off before smiling brightly.
“If you interrupt me again without my permission or try to pull a stunt like that…”
The High Priest froze at the sight of her chilling gaze. It was hard to believe that this cold, icy stare belonged to the same indifferent, detached person she had been moments ago.
“I can personally strip you of everything and leave you on the streets. Of course, any support from the temple would end as well.”
“…Haha, my dear master doesn’t like insubordination, huh!”
Roxelyn watched High Priest Irvon as he quickly knelt on the bed.
Irvon hurriedly opened his mouth.
“Bathin always takes different forms and hides in the human world, but no matter the world line, there are never two of them. He’s a traveler between world lines, born from nowhere.”
Roxelyn’s eyes widened at his words.
“Never two in any world?”
How did Gerun Wilfred end up making a contract with something like that?
“This demon can move between world lines. And since two of the same person can’t exist in one world…”
Roxelyn paused at his explanation.
“His existence can only ever be singular.”
“That’s… quite fascinating.”
“Isn’t it? In fact, they say that the moment he appears in a world line, he becomes something that inherently belongs to that world. No one ever notices.”
Roxelyn nodded at Irvon’s leisurely explanation.
Irvon’s eyes gleamed as he toyed with the floating gold. He spoke again.
“I can sense traces of Bathin on you, Master.”
“…Really?”
Roxelyn’s gaze lowered slowly.
‘Why do I feel so uneasy?’
It was like she was forgetting something important, a nagging sensation, as if she couldn’t peel away a lingering hangnail.
“I was wondering why I couldn’t stop looking at you. So this is why.”
Roxelyn frowned at his muttering, his use of ‘Master’ beginning to grate on her nerves.
“Stop calling me that.”
“Why? Anyone who gives me money is my master.”
He rubbed his cheek against the gold bars as he spoke. Roxelyn shook her head, thinking how utterly materialistic he was.
‘Still… he died in the war with Kaluta.’
After all, he had protected the empire with his barrier, sacrificing his life force in the process. His Abyss burned through his own vitality.
Because of that, Roxelyn had survived, and no matter how annoying he acted, she couldn’t bring herself to truly dislike him.
“To think parallel worlds actually exist.”
Irvon looked at Roxelyn with an expression of fascination.
“So… did you come back after seeing the future from a few years ahead, Master?”
Roxelyn looked at the High Priest, her expression indifferent.
“And what would you do with that information?”
“Isn’t there any bigger news?”
He edged closer, slyly asking while holding gold bars in both hands. Roxelyn squinted, smiling faintly.
“There is.”
“Really?”
Roxelyn nodded.
In truth, there were plenty of profitable secrets. Knowing the future was just like that…
‘Gerun seems to be dabbling in various businesses these days…’
Even though she hadn’t mentioned it, Gerun was clearly a man of many talents, and it seemed he was quite busy lately.
Gerun Wilfred’s ventures required a bit of effort, but they were the kind that promised steady returns.
In contrast, the ways Roxelyn made money weren’t complicated—usually quick, large sums, though they lacked long-term stability.
Since she was planning to leave anyway, she didn’t want to get involved in anything too troublesome.
‘I’m not the type to create problems for myself like Gerun does, after all.’
