I Possessed the Villain in the Lily Novel

24 – Fallen Death (7)

A table covered with white cloth, with a gold candlestick in the center. The faint smell of oil and spices fills the table. Tableware made of silver and plate with an antique design. The large piece of meat placed there was glistening with an appetizing luster. The glass was filled with wine that must have been a hundred years old. An elegant table, specially grilled lamb with all kinds of luxurious spices, and expensive wine. For me, it was an extravagant dinner menu. Even before these menus, there were appetizers such as salmon and crab meat soup.

As expected, he is the president of an association. All meals came out on time. As Lilia and I also stayed in her chairman’s room, the same menu as the colonel was served to her.

I can count on one hand the number of times I’ve had a meal like this in my life. This happened occasionally while carrying out Bourgeois’s bodyguard quest. The first time I tasted the goo-o-class meat, I was in a state of ecstasy. However, the ecstasy soon faded and soon turned into jealousy. A romantic dinner for me was a daily routine for them.

“Does it fit in your mouth?”

“Yes, it’s really good.”

“That’s great. Don’t you want to eat this delicious meal every day?”

I boasted about the meal to my fellow mercenaries after the quest was over. Those bastards told me to kill me, while arguing that I was a sucker for myself. After a few days, his jealousy faded and the taste of the meat he ate also faded. The taste of cheap ham was remembered on my tongue again, and I ate the disgusting rum and the soup I didn’t know what to boil. Looking back, I was quite happy back then. If I ate only high quality food every day, I wouldn’t have remembered such a trivial taste. I wouldn’t want to put it in my mouth.

“I’ll refuse. I’m afraid I’ll get tired of eating this every day.”

Because I was so focused on cutting the lamb, I answered without even looking at the chairman.

“Sorry.”

“Wait a minute, Chairman. You still haven’t let go of your greed? I’m saying that Iba is my squire?”

“Chairman, don’t be too upset, Lilia. You can call her unnie like before.”

“No!”

Lilia answered coldly, then she raised her wine glass and drank it down. Oh, it’s a pity, it’s delicious to drink while savoring it.

“One more drink, please!”

“Whoops, it’s nice to see you drinking well. I’ll give you as much as you like.”

When Fresia snapped her fingers once, a doll of hers flew to Lilia’s side. She was a ball-jointed doll in a maid outfit. It poured her wine to Lilia on behalf of the person. It was several dolls that looked similar to that doll that carried the dishes earlier.

As expected, a puppeteer. She didn’t know what spells she had input, but the doll moved automatically without holding up her wand and controlling it. It’s a strange magic

“By the way… Is there anything you want, Iva?”

“The sage’s trial free pass.”

“hahahahaha, I’m sorry, but I can’t prepare that.”

Then there is nothing in particular. I continued to put the meat in my mouth in silence. Lillia, like me, silently wet her throat with her wine.

The chairman seemed a little uncomfortable with this atmosphere, so he continued to speak.

“How did Eva and Lilia become friends?”

“…”

“Kuhmm… When I see you two, something comes to mind…”

“Chairman, please don’t say anything because it’s obviously not going to be fun.”

“…I see.”

“…”

“Oooh, geez, does anyone really want to hear that?”

“Chairman, is that wine empty?”

“That kid next to you will fill it.”

“And I really hate to hear it.”

“…I got it.”

After hearing Lillia’s advice, the chairman became a little quiet.

She took her eyes off the meat for a moment and looked at Freesia. She was rudely scratching the head of her table. No what is that After all, don’t you know how precious food is because you’re rich?

“Chairman, don’t you have any appetite?”

“Because of who I am…! No, that’s fine. Never mind.”

The chairman laughed and drank all the wine from his glass. Perhaps that wasn’t enough for him, but he drank it vigorously, holding a bottle of wine in one hand. A friend of mine drank like that often in the past, and today I am reminded of old thoughts. I guess it was because I was rejected. The more difficult it is, the more people remember the past.

“Oh, that’s great, Chairman.”

-Bang

The chairman put the bottled wine down on the white table. The wind that created it shook the flame on the candlestick before it went out, and the shaking made the sauce in the plate embroider the white table.

“Hey there you guys!”

Our president tried to use her lion’s roar, so I turned her head and showed her a posture of listening.

“I am the chairman!”

“Yes, of course I know. Chairman. That’s why I call you Chairman, isn’t it?”

“But why don’t you listen to me! I’ve even managed to get a high position! That’s why people who don’t obey authority…!!”

“Oyaoya, isn’t it because you grew up that you lack this kind of experience, Chairman?”

“I never grew up onyaoya! Stop calling me president too!”

“Then, what should I do, Chairman? If you are dissatisfied with being called Chairman, it is fine as long as you are not Chairman.”

“Chairman, Chairman, noisy! Disrespectful!”

“What can I say…”

The president’s face was slightly red, probably because he was getting drunk.

“Then what should I call you? Frecia?”

“That’s nice.”

“Yes?”

“Call me by name. It’s much easier to hear that way.”

I accepted her offer without hesitation as I was excited by the good meat and alcohol.

“Okay, Frecia. Can I call you like this?”

“Whoops, that’s fine.”

And then I got to the point.

“Then, Precia, please officially acknowledge that I am not a demon.”

“That’s impossible. They just don’t announce it, because you’re the devil. It’s hard for the president to overlook that.”

“Why?”

“Hasn’t the holy water burned your body?”

That’s right, if your body burns with holy water, you must be a demon. I would be on a par with a person who was born with just a drop of water like that. Why do people overreact to holy water when they get burned when they touch hydrochloric acid? I am a mild-mannered person who feels joy, anger, sadness, and sympathy, and can communicate with the language.

Inadvertently, it became funny, so I laughed.

“hahahahaha! That’s right. If it touches water droplets and burns up, it’s the devil! Of course not!”

It is a place where even men who are the same person are excluded just because they are different from themselves. It was a big dream to be recognized as not being a devil. Originally, others are the target of exclusion. What am I who am not another ‘in’? The lilies will think they are beautiful, soiling beneath them with the petals they spit out. Ignoring the ugliness they created.

Lilies and humans are very similar. The place where they bloom gets dirty every time. Even so, they think that it is white and white beauty. Couldn’t the black weed beneath it be called a flower?

Ironically, the laughter spouted by a being who couldn’t even live like a human being and now really isn’t even a human being is very humane. This is because the act of being sarcastic is a special right given only to primates who are allowed to speak.

“But if you come in as my squire, there’s nothing I won’t accept.”

Precia said, drinking wine much calmer than before. Perhaps it was because she had seen her blowing the bottle, but it felt like she was imitating modesty.

Presia closed her eyes and gave me a mischievous smile.

“I’ll say it again, don’t you want to join my squire, Iva? I’m confident that I’ll treat you well enough not to lose to anyone.”

“I don’t like it.”

“Why?”

“That’s what I’m going to say, Frecia. Why do you want me to be your squire? We just met today.”

Precia put her finger on her chin and pondered. She murmured and she pondered leisurely. Does she have too much to say or too little to squeeze out? Personally, she liked the latter. I wondered if she was enlisting me as a servant just for the sake of separating me from Lilia.

“There are many reasons… But I will only mention three. First of all, the first reason… Is that you are too much of a burden to Lilia.”

She was right. I frowned, not hiding it.

“The second reason is that I am personally interested in you.”

Precia smiled mischievously at my face. She was the head of a group, more like an older sister who had fun teasing her brother rather than herself. Her authority was gone.

“The third reason is simply because you are a pretty child.”

You have eyes to see. In my previous life, I was full of scars, so it wasn’t enough to be called pretty, but this body is different. Due to its ability to regenerate, it has not only scars, but also skin without spots and a thin body. Dark circles are a flaw, but it’s not inferior to being called a handsome boy.

“I know something.”

“hahahaha, it’s nice that there are no specifications like that.”

Pressia put her wine in her mouth again and smiled at me with her diamond-like, graceful smile. She saw dolls floating around her. It was well decorated and kept clean.

“I have not hesitated to do anything to get what I want. But even so, there are things I haven’t had. My old friend, his legacy, and the seeds that legacy brought… It’s what you want.”

Freesia ran her hand over her own body. She still had her eyes fixed on me.

My gaze followed her hands, her full breasts, her slender neck, her sharp chin, her cheeks, her bodra, and her silver hair. She finally saw the fine black leather gloves and multi-jewelry rings on her hands as she scanned the air, the air.

She has her beauty, her lust, and her wealth. It was a value that was overflowing with her to bewitch others.

“I’ll give you a joke. Until you like it.”

It was a bold declaration. At the same time, it was an arrogant declaration. It was also a contradictory declaration.

It was a very unusual declaration, that the ruler would dedicate himself to having those who obey.

“Okay. Let’s play some tricks. Let’s enjoy it. Where should we start? Would you like to take everything off and start dancing?”

We exchanged glances with each other. A table where you can feel the warmth with candles, meat, and alcohol. There, there was a coldness in our eyes as we glared at each other with laughter and drunkenness.

At that time, there was someone who broke this cold pink light.

“Jae-ae-ae-rong?! Good!!! Unni! Let’s dance! Dance!”

It was my master bastard, Lilia.

“Lee, Lilia?”

“What’s wrong with him?”

It seems that her condition is not serious, so I got up and ran to her.

As soon as she got close, I was greeted by the smell of her alcohol that stung her nose. How much did you drink

I looked around and saw about half a dozen wine bottles rolling around.

Somehow I thought Lilia was quiet, but she was drinking wine the whole time.

“Wow~ Ibada. Iba. Ibaba. Ahahahaha! It’s like a baby babbling.”

“I can’t live… How much did I drink?”

“Oops~ Are you worried about me?”

“Please close your mouth, it smells like alcohol. If I had a camera, I would film this.”

Precia also came here to check on Lilia’s condition before she knew it. Laying her body on her table, she looked at me with a mischievous expression. Her cheeks are red, and her eyes are moist. She got it right

“Oh no, Lilia… She must have boasted that she was a good drinker. This, this is something…”

“Did you believe that?! She’s a kid, how long has she been an adult…”

“Well, then Lillia said it, so shouldn’t she believe it!”

For some reason, I just wanted to pour wine. She said she wanted to drink and that the alcohol was strong, so she let it go. Unfortunately, Lilia has a weakness for her alcohol. It is a setting clearly read in the original. He shouldn’t have cared about Frecia, but he should have taken care of Lilia as well. Be sick

“Oh sister! Daddy! Let’s dance, dance!”

Lillia jumped up and climbed onto her table, pulling out her wand.

Why don’t you take out your cane, that crazy b*tch?

“Damn! Don’t use magic! Hey b*tch! Hey!”

Like that, the dinner, which had been so quiet, ended with a riot of noise, preventing Lilia from running out of control.

**

“Hmm…”

“Now I’m asleep.”

“Isn’t the sleeping face so beautiful?”

“Your face is very pretty. I can’t say it.”

I managed to subdue Lillia and put her to sleep. Lying on the chairperson’s bed and sleeping soundly, she could be called a princess, but when she thought of the mess earlier, her heart was gone.

“See if I let him drink from now on.”

“I agree… I’ll have to stop drinking.”

Fatigue came over me. It’s not the ebb and flow, and when the fatigue subsides, she comes back. She hasn’t slept for a month. There was a limit to waking her up by biting her tongue. Even if she would look elsewhere, she had to find it. Focus her nerves so that her sleep is not overtaken.

There was a book I borrowed from the library. It is a famous novel in this world, but the title is unusual.

[I am a failing student and I am loved by the student council president, the noble lady, and the head of the academy?! It was a book with the title [Nonsense!!! ~My Talent Succubus I Didn’t Know~]. To think that it intrigued me even before I read it… Do you read novels from different worlds?

I sat down on the sofa and tried to open a book.

“That’s a book written by Akera. Don’t read it. It won’t be finished anyway.”

“Yes what?”

Precia was still sitting near the bed where Lilia was sleeping. But curiously, I noticed that the book was visible from a distance.

I looked at the author’s name to see if it was real. It was real. ‘Witch of the Trees, Akera’ Lilia’s teacher, Fresia’s close friend, the youngest person to pass the witch examination before Lilia became a witch, and a being at the top of all witches. He was caught up in a magic runaway accident and died a few years ago…

“Author, Akera.”

She also had a hobby of writing books. This is not the first time this is true. Perhaps it is because of the world of novels, the facts that were not known in the original work were revealed one by one. Every time I do this, I realize that this place is not a flat type, but a three-dimensional scene of life.

“You are also taking on the challenge, right?”

“Yes, but…”

“It’s too bad. Had Akera been alive, she could have asked for advice.”

Come to think of it, I heard that Akera is the only one who passed the test in this era. But that’s an old saying, Akera is dead. She is the last person to have been acquainted with the sage, and it is a pity that her advice is no longer heard.

“…I’m sorry, but could you refrain from reading her book in front of Lillia? She’s an eyewitness to the scene of Akera’s death, and she’s still obsessed with her.”

“You talk as if you don’t.”

“Of course I got rid of it all. Because I’m the president. I guess I’ll have to chew on the sadness enough to interfere with my work before I can write it.”

“Yes, you must.”

When I thought of the ordeal, my mind became troubled again. What does it mean to be recognized as not being a devil? How can you prove that you are not a devil, and who will admit it in the first place? It means who defines my identity by what right.

It’s hard. It feels like falling into an abyss with no end in sight. As if falling into sleep, I felt as if I was slowly and comfortably advancing toward nothingness.

“Hey Precia. If I catch a demon worshiper here, will you admit that I’m not a demon?”

In times like these, it’s easier to rely on authority. Who’s gonna complain when the highest here admits he’s not the devil.

“You seem to have been obsessed with it ever since.”

“It’s important to me.”

“Okay. If you get credit for anything, it’ll be private, but I’ll admit you’re not the devil.”

Precia looked at me and smiled.

“This is also a joke.”

“Oh, is that so?”

I’m going to be really busy tomorrow. Shall we start with the devil worshipers who were witches from the original work? That’s how you get jokes. I smiled and opened the book. I borrowed it so much that it would be a shame not to see it.

“Oh.”

This will not start tomorrow. You seem to be busy right now.

I muttered while looking at the blood magic circle, which was drawn in bold from the first page of the book.

“Precia, I’ll be back.”

“Hmm?”

And then the view changed.

The book I was holding until now turned into a brick that I could crush with my hand. The spacious and high-end furniture I had been looking at had turned into a desolate space reminiscent of a dreary prison, and the sofa that wrapped around my body had turned into a hard chain.

Teleportation? No, it’s more like displacement magic.

Is it magic that changes the position of the person holding the brick on the condition of opening the book? This kind of conditional substitution magic seemed more realistic than high-level magic that shreds space like teleportation. If I could have used teleportation, I would have kidnapped her a long time ago.

I look up.

A while ago, I saw a librarian who lent me books at the library.

“Hello? Next time, I recommend you to be gentle with invitations. These bricks are quite heavy. Look at my hand. It’s already crushed and bones are sticking out. It’s not really a word.”

They were still terrified. Even so, I think I managed to do something that required such courage.

Anyway.

“I didn’t expect you to come from there first.”

If the thing you’re looking for comes first, it’s me. I smiled wickedly like a creditor whose treasure rolled before my eyes.

I was kidnapped, though.

It is he who is being pursued now.

“How many times do you want to get hit and get captured?”