I Possessed the Villain in the Lily Novel

33 – Teacher (3)

A woman is walking weakly with a flower. Most people avoided her because her steps were unpleasant and damp, like her rats on the verge of death. Suddenly, no one was left by her side. Not only because her people were avoiding her, but because she too was walking away from her people. Her feet gradually approached the obscure street, and she walked lonely on the street where no one visited.

Her name is Emma. It’s a vampire

A small house in the most secluded part of Kyle Devoutier. There is a tomb in that house. That tomb was Emma’s goal. The vines on the fence are withered, the trees are rotten, the bricks are worn out. Even the people are sick. Among them, the only piece that made her feel alive was the flower she was holding.

“I’m here. Labe.”

The only vividness of this place, which is synonymous with beauty, Emma finished with the tomb of the one she called her Labe.

Labe, a witch specializing in displacement magic using blood magic.

The person who caused the runaway magic that happened a few days ago.

And Emma’s night toys.

“Your case… Is over soon. You’re a bad b*tch, and all the other guys who killed you became good guys who accomplished great things.”

There are no human remains in the tomb. There is no coffin. There is nothing like a keepsake. All there is is a name written on a cold stone and a number representing the length of a person’s life. The magic runaway caused by Rabe shattered everything of the dead.

The pieces were delivered to Kyle Devoutier’s office. The entire appearance of the sculpture, the incident caused by Rabe, was also quickly concluded.

The truth of the case was mostly revealed through Eva’s testimony, and Eva’s trial was also over in a short time.

For witches, whose work is much more important than other work, this task was a task they wanted to finish as soon as possible. It was over really quickly.

A week was enough for the life of a person who had left twenty-one and seven laps of the ecliptic to be defined.

Emma resented that her own colleagues were treated like that. Rather than because her colleague died, it was because she was convinced that the treatment of her colleague and herself, who were her own kind, would be the same.

Vampires are persecuted. It was the right persecution. But she wasn’t to her.

“We just… Wanted to take it to the next level!”

She was unfair. Why should they be treated like this? Why are we evil We were just trying to elevate magic and humanity to a higher level. In the process, some sacrifices may follow. How many lives have been sacrificed to establish a science called magic. The study of blood magic is only one part of it. Just like most witches in the past caught children and experimented on them to develop their magic. Vampires did the same thing.

But, as the world develops. No, ethics were applied to witches as they degenerated. The laws of all things that make the world convenient, and the mysteries that allow humans to challenge the realm of the gods, have all been ruined because of that one ethics.

“Idiots! Why not use all means! Why!”

What is the difference between today’s magic, which developed with countless young blood a thousand years ago, and today’s blood magic, which will develop with enough blood to count in the next ten years?

As a scholar, why can’t I understand this feeling?

Emma went beyond her doubts and heard her resentment. If the research on blood magic goes a little further, it might be possible to artificially acquire powers comparable to that of a hero or a demon king that only exist in legends.

As it is, the number of those who study blood magic academically is small, but a valuable talent died due to this runaway.

But there was a harvest.

“The Devil’s Heart… I’ll continue where you failed.”

I came to know the same devil as the human I had only heard about. The demon’s body is an important medium for blood magic. A demonic body that took on human form, possibly even a candidate for the Demon King.

Even if I could have just a little bit of it, I would be able to take off a great development in the world of magic.

If that’s really a candidate for the Demon King…

This Emma will be the first to reach the wishes of all vampires.

“Will those b*tches do it right? No, they should.”

How much does it cost me to eat and marinate? There’s only one demon, so I have to subdue it.

As she laid flowers on the grave, Emma, a vampire and the head of the assassination group [Floating Blood], Smiled at the sicknesses that couldn’t attract even a single person.

**

“Iva, can I sit next to you?”

“Why what purpose?”

“Use your shoulder instead of a pillow.”

“That’s good. Instead, 100 kor every 5 minutes.”

“Just lean against the wall and sleep.”

Lilia really leaned her eyes against the wall. Be fair She had enough confidence to greet her with her broad shoulders, she said. For a fee.

For reference, I usually spend about 10,000 kor for one night at an ordinary inn. Compared to that, my shoulder isn’t very expensive, but it’s okay. I clicked my tongue and put my regret behind me.

When I looked at the scenery outside the window of the train, where the plane of the meadow quickly passes and forms a single track, I couldn’t sleep.

“Lilia. Don’t sleep for a second.”

“Why. A friend who can’t lend me a shoulder for free.”

“I have a question for you. You’re the master of frugality who can’t even donate a few pennies to a friend.”

I picked up the affectionate title given to me by my very strong friend who never loses a word, and went straight to the point.

“Do you know the devil?”

Lilia opened her closed eyes. The brightly colored, beautiful eyes curved beautifully, and the eyebrows twitched.

“Why don’t you know that…”

It was annoying. As if he had heard a really pitiful question, as if the math teacher who was teaching functions was asked about the multiplication table, he looked very disappointed.

“Don’t you know the history? Didn’t you read the fairy tale?”

“I don’t know. I’ve been kidnapped since I was a child.”

“…Sorry.”

But there is enough probability in my ignorance. Misery, which would have been more concerned with tomorrow’s survival than gaining knowledge, permeates this body. The smell of blood was erased while living in a civilized city. The past of being kidnapped by a devil worshiper will not heal like the effects of a stigma on my soul.

Of course, I don’t know that kind of past.

Lilia put on a grim expression, then covered her face with her hands and continued her words.

“I’m trash…”

“That’s right.”

“I think the feeling of sorry will disappear, so please shut up for a while.”

I weathered Lillia’s guilt to some extent with my hatred. Lilia erased her tired look with a few sweeps across her face, then she looked right at me. Her eyes were filled with wonder.

“You only have no common sense in strange places… Only these things while you know other things well. Who taught you what?”

“Still, I’m the type to accept common sense quickly. The common sense you told me about ‘it’s possible to kiss between friends’…”

“Let’s not talk about that.”

She must have remembered her kiss that night. Lilia, who had a shy face on her face, tilted her head as if she had suddenly remembered something about her.

“Right you. You used magic to control regeneration? I didn’t know for a second because it was completely different from the magic I’ve always known, but that’s magic, right? It’s spelled with magic. Is it blood magic?”

“How do I know magic. I wonder if that devil-worshipping motherf*cker carved something.”

“Well… I think that immortal demon worshiper carved a spell to control your regeneration. It’s the principle of your regeneration control, so you should know it anyway.”

Of course, it’s not blood magic, it’s a type of magic in our world called the stigma. It is a very convenient magic that can be activated by melting magic into letters and pouring mana into it. Of course, there are many conditions to using it as much as it is convenient.

There’s nothing good about telling me that I can use magic. It’s hard to explain, and given the nature of magic in our world, which doesn’t use wands, it could be misunderstood as blood magic.

More than anything else, I don’t want to leak the magic of my previous life. My knowledge is dangerous. Knowledge is power Because it is power, it is dangerous. Because it is dangerous, it requires responsibility.

The magic I used in my previous life was much easier to get into than here. Unlike magic here, which is manifested through consciousness and mediation, it can be manifested only with imagery and magical power.

The more specific it is, the more effective it is, but magic can be manifested even with images like children’s scribbles. The effort to produce results is significantly easier than here. In other words, if you learn how to do it, you can produce results.

This is the problem. Magic’s conveniences are equal, though it can light the night’s flame and give even the frail elderly the right to bear heavy burdens. At the same time, it burns people with fire and gives the weak the right to kill people easily.

It’s like bringing a gun to fighting a war with a spear. Even an untrained person is given a trigger that can easily take a person’s life. I don’t want to bring chaos to this world. I don’t like it when the manifestation of irresponsible power is driven by my leaked knowledge.

Churning away my floating thoughts about magic without words or actions, I got back to the main topic.

“So, do you know about the demon king?”

“Of course I know. What a famous story. The Demon King and the Hero. Beings that are said to be equal to the omnipotent conceptual being called God.”

Lilia rummaged through her purse and pulled out her coin. She was a 100 kor coin.

“Their legend permeates every corner of our daily life. The 100 kor you mentioned earlier. The unit ‘kor’ comes from the name of a warrior a thousand years ago. It was named like this in honor of his achievements. Well, the horse was a warrior from a thousand years ago, but in reality it is the last one.”

On the coin was a figure with long hair, drawn in a dramatized style that could be either a woman or a man. Indeed, is that the dragon’s eye?

Wait, is that a different face from the warrior I saw in my dream?

“Lilia, the last hero from a thousand years ago?”

“Yeah, what about that?”

“How many years ago did the wise man retire from this world?”

“Three hundred years ago. Suddenly, why? Does it have anything to do with the current story?”

“No, I just wanted to see if there were exchanges between famous people.”

“It can’t be. The hero killed the demon king and died right away. No matter how wise he is, how can he meet someone from a different era? No, if he used time magic, would he be able to meet him?”

Anyway, it’s an official fact that the hero never met the sage. These were Lillia’s words. It’s different from what I’ve seen. The history of this world and the truth told by the sages are at odds. Well, the fact that she was contained was also hidden, but that’s about it.

According to her words, the sage went into hiding three hundred years ago. Also, if we assume that the words of the sages are not false.

Three hundred years ago, the demon king appeared once again, and the warrior appeared again. The sage and the hero worked together to defeat the demon king. That fact has been erased from history. Perhaps by demons with the seed of the Demon King and those who use them.

If you organize the story, is it roughly like this? After a somewhat convincing story was created, I asked Lilia again.

“So? Is that demon king dangerous?”

“First of all, according to studies so far, it is said that it is the most dangerous being to humans, and to all living things in this world. You can feel the danger just by reading a children’s book? Night covers the sky, the grain of the earth dries up, and all humans I couldn’t open my eyes or something.”

“Is it more dangerous than the devil?”

“Devils aren’t much. You killed Innis and a demon a while ago, didn’t you?”

Well, I’m a devil too, but I’m not a follower.

Lillia drew her wand and drew a triangle in the air over her. The triangle soon formed a clear line. An ugly line of black and red mixed together. The triangle soon became a series like a pyramid. At the bottom are several symbols of animals, above them are symbols of disasters or simple nature, and above them is a question mark.

I noticed that they were monsters, demons, and demon lords, respectively. It was a hierarchy of demonic things.

“Monsters aim to harm the world. Demons aim to destroy the world. Both are just blind. They have no great ideals or ideas. They cannot bring about change. Neither worshipers nor vampires. They can bring out something incidental with the power of destruction, but the devil himself can do nothing but destruction.”

The symbols under the question mark were erased, and one question mark crossed the triangle and filled my field of vision.

“But the devil is different. The devil rules the world. He can change the laws of the world. He can change the common sense that the sun rises in the morning, which we take for granted. I can change the common sense of Iran into the dripping blood of a person who prays. I can scatter lightning that never ceases all over the world, and I can erase the entire s*x of one side from this world.”

Question mark. A symbol of ignorance.

I don’t know what to do.

Cannot be measured.

I don’t know what it is.

It transcends curiosity and gives fear.

Ignorance.

Because I don’t know, I can’t do anything against it.

“It’s all up to his will. An existence that can be more frightening than destruction, creating a world completely different from the world we’ve known so far. That’s the Demon King.”

And an exclamation mark appeared next to the question mark.

“But where there is shadow, there is also light. Another being was created to balance. That’s the hero.”

Exclamation mark, emotion. What is on the other side of reason. That’s what makes humans the most human. A code that makes even one sentence special. A symbol that implies the meaning of protest. Sign of will. Courage beyond recklessness against even the question mark of ignorance.

“And the moment the demon king descends, the hero also descends. Just like him, a being with the power to twist the law, carrying the cause of all life.”

When a question mark and an exclamation mark met, all those symbols were oxidized with light. A normal triangle floated up again.

“This is the Demon King and the Hero. Find the details and read them. But why is the Demon King all of a sudden?”

“Just so… I remembered seeing a name like that when I was looking back at the children’s book shelf at the old bookstore.”

“Did you disturb my sleep for such a trivial reason?”

“I’m sorry.”

Lilia laughed and lifted her body up. She stuck out one cheek in case she wanted to punch me, and contrary to my expectations, she gracefully landed right next to me.

“Can I pay the bill? I’ll borrow your shoulder.”

Because this story was much more beneficial than the 100 kor I received every 5 minutes, I was able to borrow as much as my shoulder for free. But there was a problem.

“My friend, everything has arrived.”

It was because the train started to give off an aura of stopping.

“There’s nothing going on.”

“Life is like that.”

Lilia humbly accepted her sense of helplessness from her futility and threw her body at me as she was sitting. Lillia’s head rested naturally on my shoulder.

“Iva, your clothes smell like Innis perfume…”

“Me from you too.”

While we stood still, people busily got up, packed their bags, and formed a line in the aisle of the train. In the midst of the crowd, we were the only ones who were silent.

I have arrived at my destination. A city next to Solusio.

Erapore, the city of wandering and alleyways.

“Ahhh I want to see Innis…”

“What if you do?

In the end, I took Lilia’s hand and forced her to stand up, as she was sad because she couldn’t sleep on the train, and we got off the train like the other passengers. Becoming one of these countless crowds, I got off the train, part of a simple group with no personality from afar.

“Hmm?”

However, it is only when viewed from a distance that the individual within the whole is erased. At least as an individual in the crowd, I could recognize another individual in his dry wave.

‘Why is he already out…?’

An assassin who came to assassinate Lilia in Volume 15 of ‘The Snow Butterfly’. Even inside the deeply pressed hood, the inside of the wall was shining blue. Who is the target Are you Lillia?

As soon as I saw the ferocious and sharpened blue eyes among the people with tired eyes, I thought of an action I wanted to do at least once in my life.

I deliberately pushed through the crowd and approached the hood’s assassin. As if trying to escape from the crowd, he moved his body a lot, but his relaxed body only collided with the bodies of several people in vain. Not long after, his hand landed near my buttock. It is now.

I grabbed the assassin’s hand by the chin, lifted it up, and shouted.

“It’s a molester here!!! Police man!!!! Arrest it!!!!”

Even in this huge human tsunami, it bounces up firmly and is noticeable even from a distance. It defined us as individuals, not just part of a crowd. As perverts and their victims. Of course I am the victim.

I could clearly see the bewildered look in the hood. I could see Lilia staring blankly at me with an absurd lower corner of her eye beside me, but she ignored it.

“It’s a pervert!!!!”

“Yes?! Oh, no! No!”

Amidst the crowd, scornful eyes rushed at the suspicious person wearing this hood.

“No, not really!!!!”

Assassination is good, but let’s go to the police station with me, friend. Do something nice with me hehehehe.

The thought of surrendering this unfortunate assassin excites me.

I barely suppressed a laugh. He covered his chin with his hand so that the corner of his mouth was not raised. I couldn’t stop laughing and as tears ran down my cheeks, I closed my eyes and let them run down the contours of my face. My jewel-like tears glistened in the sunlight pouring into the station.

-She even sheds tears.

-That little boy…

-Only garbage…

I heard whispers from people around me.

“No… It’s not… It’s not…!!!!”

Assassin, that friend also protested with tears welling up, but no one raised the hand of this man who exuded suspicious energy from his whole body. Let’s go to the police station later to protest.

“It’s not real…!!”

Children are happy.