I Possessed the Villain in the Lily Novel

27 – Parachute (10)

Bungee jumping without a rope, skydiving without a parachute. I have experienced a high-altitude fall that shares the same gaze as a cloud in my previous life.

At that time, it wasn’t because I couldn’t sleep, it was because I was hungry.

The height wasn’t even this level. Much lower than this. Still, it was a height that would have killed him if he fell from his neck. Wasn’t it, wasn’t it? I don’t remember very well. It happened when I was about 15 years old. That’s more than 10 years from now.

I was very hungry. I ran out of garbage to pick up, so I had to beg from people around me. I wanted to make money, but I couldn’t. It was because there was an evil guild that monopolized quests. I didn’t know what kind of nonsense they said that you had to pay a reward to qualify for the quest. You have to do quests to earn money.

Anyway, that’s why I didn’t have money, and because I didn’t have money, I starved. It’s still a lot to eat, but I thought the world was too much.

I met some men while begging like that. It was on an overpass. When I asked for some food, the men laughed and said, ‘I’ll give you a few slices of bread if you jump down from here.’

So I jumped down. I couldn’t help it. You have to crawl to live. I’m going to crawl and wait like that, and someday I’ll put a knife on my foot. If you want to cut a knife, you have to live first.

Fortunately, he didn’t die from a broken neck, and he fell off his leg first. If it wasn’t for the body strengthening magic I learned from books, my legs would have been broken.

Those men didn’t want this kind of scenery, but their expressions were rotten. He came down the bridge and chewed my thrush. Only then did I throw a few pieces of bread to see if I was satisfied. It was hard to eat because my mouth was full, but I thought it was really bad. I’d rather hit the stomach.

The bread I ate that day tasted like blood. The food I ate in a few days must have been sweet, but it was strangely bitter. It was probably because the mouth was torn.

A week after that, the news that the head of the vicious guild who monopolized quests had been cut off spread widely around the area. The culprit is still not caught, which is scary news.

After falling off the bridge at that time, I think my personality that I was always f*cking right about became more f*cking right. I became a euthanasia specialist and went out to many places. Killed a lot to put my mind at ease. The plunderers, the trappers, the oppressors, the always takers. He led the euthanasia of such people.

If someone had grabbed my hand and pulled me up when I fell off the bridge, wouldn’t my personality be up to Lee Ji-kyung now? I don’t know. I was born with a severely twisted judge from birth, so even if I grew up fine, I could still be an idiot like I am now.

After living like that, I met someone who would hold my hand no matter where I fell.

Unfortunately, in the end, that friend died before me. I couldn’t be with you when I died. That was a bit

“You’re really annoying!!!”

Why does that friend and Lilia holding her hand in anger look overlapping?

The one who prevented the fall of the dying man was a man who had a strong hatred of men.

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Eva did not hide her surprise and showed it in her eyes. Her normally wide eyes were now as wide as the full moon.

“…Wasn’t it that you couldn’t hold a man’s hand?”

He knows Lilia. She knows her past Knowing her relationships, I also know the future is vague. It is the knowledge read in the novel. To him, Lilia was a person separated by a wall of letterpress. People who have already met someone with some kind of knowledge develop a prejudice that is supported by that knowledge. The prejudice created by the print made Eva keep a certain distance from Lillia.

The fact that Iva had been convinced that she would break up with her since her Witches Association proved this.

Eva gave Lilia affection, but not deeply.

It was considerate. If I put on a bond first, it might get in trouble later.

In Eva’s opinion, Lilia is a homos*xual, a misogynist, a proud person, and a liberal. Because I read in her book that she had such a figure.

So she thought that Lilia would be similar to herself. She said she had affection, but not a deep one.

A vague bond that is difficult to even name. Like the dew hidden on fallen leaves, a sense that exists but is not well felt.

“Did you enjoy going out at night? Where did you blow the shirt I bought you? Huh?”

“That’s… I’m sorry.”

“I really can’t live…! I want to lose you damn man.”

“I’m so sick right now, do you want me to hit you again?”

“No f*ck, would I really hit you?! Hey, you asshole, look at you now. Even if I hit just one crab in the bone marrow, I’ll get into gossip for assaulting the elderly, you bastard!!”

Lilia let out a tantrum and pulled Eva onto her broomstick. She then sat down in front of her. Still, everything behind her was changing positions in a jumbled mess. The night wind cooled her cheeks, similar to the speed of the fall. It was cold.

“To be pulled up with only one hand… My weight is weaker than Lillia’s grip…?”

“What are you talking about? Don’t be crazy. Of course I used strength-enhancing magic.”

“Aha.”

A familiar conversation passed through the dawn. On the other hand, the picture of hell was drawn on the back, but it was a very peaceful exchange of words.

“…You know, Lilia.”

“Why?”

“I also contributed to making that one behind.”

Lilia glanced behind her. A nightmare-like vortex swirled around her.

“How many died?”

“The bastard I kidnapped.”

“One person?”

“Yes. One.”

“Were you a devil worshiper?”

“No, vampires.”

“Whoops, he died well.”

“No, I didn’t die the wrong way. I should have beaten and killed him until I felt at ease.”

Is it because your body has been moving wildly until now? The movement stopped and the body swept away by the wind rapidly cooled. The clothes were in pieces of rags and did not function as cold protection at all. The most stolen robes were loose in pieces, and so were the pants.

Lilia stared at her Eva, who was trembling like petals blowing in the spring breeze.

“So? You’re going to be responsible for that?”

“I want to, but I think it will be difficult.”

“Did you make that meal?”

“Pushup, I’m ignorant so I can’t do that.”

“Then why are you in charge, you idiot. Ignorant bastard. You annoy people.”

“You talk too much.”

“You said it.”

Lillia grabbed the hem of her own robe and spread it wide. She then covered him with a robe as if she were going to hug him. Fortunately, she had a large robe, and Iva’s body wasn’t that big, so she could come in wide.

“It’s not that I’m bad, it’s that the circumstances are bad? You’re the same.”

Lilia laughed mischievously. She took back what she had heard her say before, but her feeble sense of triumph helped to make her laugh.

“What did you do wrong? You just sold your body unfortunately.”

“I didn’t sell myself.”

“So you were forced to?”

“It’s kind of a stretch, but… That’s right.”

Eva raised her head and looked at Lilia in wonder. When Lilia looked into Eva’s eyes, she smiled again. She was gray because her eyes merged with the moonlight and she looked even prettier.

“Didn’t you hate touching men?”

“Sure. I thought it was like that too, but I guess it’s possible for you. Unlike women, it’s hard and cold, which makes me feel bad.”

“Then leave.”

“I hate that.”

Eva was embarrassed. It was because Lilia’s character had no reason to show interest in a creature called a man.

Character characteristics? Is Lilia a character to me?

Eva thought. And she realized

Deep down, I didn’t treat Lilia as her real person. She’s just like a character in a novel. She is an existence that thinks based on the settings someone has created.

She’s real. She

She is a person who is beyond the setting and has complex emotions unique to humans.

“Hey Iba.”

“Why?”

Lillia pulled out her wand. She then patted Iva on the cheek and said scoldingly.

“This time, just like the last time, you can’t solve the problem by jumping in with the determination to die alone.”

It was actually an intention to criticize. Thinking back, I was annoyed.

“What was the plan you came up with last time I fought the devil?! Don’t do it again.”

Lilia was offended. He touches the trauma just by existing. Why did I have to see someone’s sacrifice again?

“Don’t move your body recklessly. Don’t walk around with your own blood on your clothes. It’s very unpleasant and annoying.”

Lilia harbored regret over Akera’s death.

Regret gave birth to Ogi, and Ogi gave birth to determination.

Resolve never to see someone’s corpse again.

I’m determined not to let people die with magic.

A sound came from Lillia’s ears.

It was the fire of the other witches who ran to stop the runaway.

[Lilia, preparations are complete here.]

President, Precia.

[Lilia? I’m ready too.]

The Witch of the Lake, Minerva.

[Senior, I am also ready. Please start.]

Lyla, the purple witch.

Four so-called witches surrounded the place where the rampage occurred in all directions.

Light rose from four directions: east, west, south, and north.

“Where do you think this is? It’s the home of witches. It’s a city where b*tches who are good at all sorts of magic gather. You don’t have to do anything.”

The light was collected with Lillia’s staff. Like the direction of the stars drawing a circle, the curved lights revolved around the point called the end of the stick, which is a line.

“Don’t die. Don’t blow your body first, rely on me.”

Lilia lost her loved one due to a runaway magic.

Nevertheless, Lilia loved magic.

She made a magic. A magic that can deal with it so that no one will ever die from a runaway.

【Flight of forget-me-not】

Her unique magic. At the same time as it was invented, it was known to the academic society and now it has become a general-purpose magic.

Memories of love is taken from the language of flowers and named after her magic.

The magic she created with a promise not to forget the pain.

A magic that completes the inverse calculation of the magic formula from the outside and then sends the inverse calculation formula.

The speed of inversion differs depending on the user’s ability, so for efficient use, it is preferable to divide the area with several archmages and invert magic separately, and then combine them.

However, that doesn’t work as a disadvantage in the Witches’ Association, where there are a lot of great wizards.

In the Witch Association, runaway magic is no longer an accident that causes significant damage.

Lilia made it that way.

The light rose.

The light was so bright and beautiful that it filled Eva’s eyes. Like the wings of a butterfly, the same colorful light as Lilia’s pupils filled her vision.

“Don’t die when you’re with me. You devilish bastard…!”

Lilia almost lost Eva in front of her eyes once. That memory was deeply embedded in her, and it became a new pain for Lilia. When his blood flowed, it was terrifying as if it were flowing from her, and the memory of the day he was burned became a blade and pierced her heart.

“Don’t die again… I’m really going to kill you…”

The light filled her eyes, and Iva couldn’t see Lillia’s expression right now.

“Lilia.”

“…Why.”

“Why are you so nice to me?”

Eva murmured quietly.

Lilia thought for a while before answering.

“…Because they’re friends, they’ll treat you well.”

Eva smiled.

I wondered who would define my identity, and now she does it.

On paper, master and squire.

Biologically humans and demons.

Actually, just friends.

The numerous names, formulas, and formulas wrapped around him were all scattered with her words.

Monsters, demons, slaves, insignificant births, men, children, youths, all are unnecessary. No matter what name it is, I will be hers in the end.

The light stopped, and a voice was heard.

《Congratulations on overcoming the ordeal!!》

It was the voice of a wise man.

Acknowledge that you are not the devil.

To prove that it is evil and not evil,

Become an existence that can do nothing but destroy humans,

Be loved by humans.

Be called by a name other than the Devil.

Answers to abstract questions are often surprisingly simple. It was like that this time too.

Iva felt the touch of Lillia on her back and closed her eyes.

Tall people resemble lilies. Iba is like a wild flower hidden beneath it. A small grass that would be hard to see as a flower from the perspective of those looking down from above. But the butterfly doesn’t care and flies to him. What is important to a butterfly is the nectar contained in it. If it’s sweeter than that, you’ll just come closer. She found the beauty in the shadows that no one else saw, like a jewel buried in the soil.

Thus, wild flowers and butterflies can live together.

“Thank you, Lilia.”

Iva hates rich people.

She hates people with power.

She also hates geniuses.

She hates even those who have good looks.

Lilia hates men.

She hates demons too.

She tends to dislike people who speak harshly.

But she can overcome that hatred and be hugged and hugged.

It was a good thing no matter what.

The morning air was cold, and Eva clung to Lillia even more.

The first thing she felt was Lilia’s body temperature.