I Possessed the Villain in the Lily Novel

34 – Teacher (4)

“I really didn’t touch it!”

Thumping the desk, the assassin shouted. The policeman in front of the desk scratched his ears with a careless expression and just passed his protest.

“Oh yes. Is that so? Yes, the victim?”

“hahahahaha, this b*tch is really good at acting. I can still feel the touch of those dirty touches on my ass.”

“Ooh, don’t be funny! Why do I have to touch your ass!”

“Quiet, quiet. Let’s not knock on the desk. And the victim? Please refrain from using profanity.”

“Okay.”

Ignoring her gaze as she unfairly knocked on the desk, I also let out regret. Like a volcano spewing condensed fury from the depths of the earth, I violently protested.

“This body, which has not yet been soiled by anyone! It suffered a major flaw as a mere moment of mischief! Chastity that allowed no one to allow itself! Loyalty proved by that! My incision, determined to see only one owner, Go! As a servant, your qualifications to assist your master have been threatened! Quickly make this person the dew of the executioner! Otherwise, the restrictions will never be lifted!”

“Oh, is that so?”

Even though I listened to my long-winded resentment, this public power could not raise the hand of a good citizen, and this time again, it only responded in a nonchalant way.

“It’s not really scary to have a relationship. Yes, well… If it’s a servant, who of the nobles is serving at least a son?”

“I’m taking care of the daughter of a very noble family.”

“Oh, I see.”

Why can’t the people’s cane understand the people’s feelings? This is why cops are! The sound that Innis would have been shocked and whimpered in the corner was suppressed to himself.

Lilia, the daughter of a precious house I am currently living in, saw me and told me to take care of it myself. She is truly a heartless host. Even now, her cold, pitiful gaze remains in a corner of my memory and haunts me. I thought it was the surest way to arrest an assassin without evidence…!

“So? What do you want to do now?”

“I have told you many times. I want you to be arrested and punished immediately.”

“Do you think that will be…”

Isn’t it a case of s*xual harassment of a man? No, it’s too much that a person should treat the case in an equal position. The policeman who seems to have a philosophical view of everything in the world, which is common at the station, doesn’t seem to welcome the luggage that came right before work today.

“I-I really didn’t touch it… I really, really… Even if I did, it wasn’t intentional…”

“Look! He testified that he touched it! Come on, man, grab it quickly!”

“…?! Is this… Testimony…?”

” Hi, really… Be quiet!”

An assassin almost crying, a demon in a man who lashes out at him with a rage, and an ignorant rogue citizen who had to deal with both at the same time covered his pounding head. Eyes glancing at the clock are counting the time left for work. He seems to want the next worker to come and replace him, but unfortunately, that worker doesn’t even show his nose. He sighed heavily, and nervously held out his hand, wondering if he wanted to quickly get out and get this assassin out of his sight.

“First of all, please give me your ID. I will check your ID and process it.”

Come to think of it, right after being brought to this room, the assassin and I were only expressing regret. I don’t even know the name yet. Of course I know the policeman’s name. There’s a name tag on his chest, so I can’t tell. Mr. ‘Cade’. Ok, i got it

I proudly took out a piece of paper from my bosom like a fabled butterfly. A square, stiff piece of paper measuring 125 × 88 mm that proves that I am a member of this world.

“hahahahaha here you are, Mr. Cade. I am a very dignified person with a very legitimate identity. I am by no means a suspicious stranger.”

“…? Doesn’t that make it even more suspicious?”

“Shut up, molester.”

“I’m not a molester!”

Into a small world of 125 × 88 mm, the identity I acquired here is melted. Through this small world, I am proven. A person who does not even have this small world becomes a person who does not live in this world even though he is standing with his legs attached. It’s cold enough to be cruel, but that’s why it’s certain.

“Ah yes thank you… Who is that?”

He didn’t even look at the precious piece of paper on which I could stand proudly in the world, and asked the hooded assassin next to me.

“…Yes?”

“What are you pretending not to know? ID. ID. ID. Don’t you have ID?”

A skilled assassin would have at least a handful of fake IDs to hide his identity. For an easier assassination, so that even though I robbed my life in the shadows of the night, I could confidently walk around with my shoulders open in broad daylight. Carrying around a false proof that one of his sins is not recorded, he will take away his leisurely life.

Assassins kill people in the shadows, and cover themselves with numerous shadows so that no one can know them. Assassins are, by nature, dark creatures, because they always live in darkness, both when they are working and when they are not.

“Identification card… ID card? No, of course there is…”

But she is not a skilled assassin. The skills are certain, but the performance is small. Because of the lack of support. Her chief raised him and the other assassins as if they were virtually neglectful, and if she succeeds in assassinating her, she is paid only as much as rat poop. He doesn’t have enough money to buy one of his clothes, and that shabby hoodie is all that makes him sick. How can he afford other luxuries?

Of course there is no ID. I was born without a birth registration, I don’t know my hometown, and I have no blood. Being born insignificant and living while others earnestly eat rust, they are beings living with rust. There is no identity to prove. Where is the identity to prove in a life that cannot be proven?

“Yeah, but I think I left my ID… That…”

“No, does that make sense. …Wait a minute, you look a little suspicious. Take off your hoodie.”

The officer reached for his hood as if he had finally noticed something suspicious. The assassin flinched and reflexively wrapped around his hood. It was a defense mechanism. It is the same reason that a child whose head is often hit by his parents reacts even if someone’s hand comes close to his head. Numerous persecutions are deeply imprinted in my body, and I hide my face like a turtle.

“Hey, take off your hoodie?”

“I-I’ll get my ID later…”

“Does that make sense? Take off your hood!”

The officer nervously opened the hood and pushed it off, perhaps annoyed by the assassin who kept withdrawing.

Then his face was revealed.

The blue walls were as deep as a moonlit lake, the nose stood tall like dewy claws, and the lips were red like blood. His skin was as pale as bone meal, and his short-cropped hair was the color of a wolf. Even though she was dressed as a man, her beautiful face was not hidden.

I know her identity, but since she is dressed as a man, I respect her and call her that.

And there’s the most distinctive part, which takes her attention away before she even knows he’s a woman.

Beast ears instead of human ears. That peculiar to canids standing pointedly on top of their heads.

“What is it, was it a prisoner?”

He belongs to the beast among demons. An existence that is close to a brute for a human being and cannot be treated as a human being.

The beastman assassin, her name is Lupica.

“… Ha, you have an ID card? Even looking at this, it must be a lie. Are you kidding me? Does a demon that is not an elf have an ID card!”

As soon as he realized that his opponent was lowly, the officer pressed him with arrogance.

“Gee, it really is…”

“Then hurry up!”

-Bang

This time he hit the desk and complained. Maybe he was angry that some devil or something interrupted his work. He was furious and pressed him. Now that he’s found an easy opponent, he’ll gather up all of his resentment and take out his anger on him. For some reason, there is no difference between living as a person in the previous life and here.

You should be able to get it soon. I could hear his grumbling mixed with sighs.

“Did you sneak on the train? These lowly bastards always get into trouble like this? Molester must be real.”

“Oh, no. Not really…”

“Oh no! Seriously, these bastards don’t know why the demons don’t subdue them.”

My hatred is deeply ingrained in every single word. It is reasonable to know the level of the group that roughly hangs out. Probably the type of person who blames the world for all their insignificance and passes alcohol and snacks down their throats. It worked out well for me.

As an assassin, even though it is their job to kill people, they are trembling at the power of the authorities in front of them. I was very frightened and intimidated.

“Dirty bastard. You are arrested for illegal boarding and staying.”

I achieved my goal. He thought that the crime of molestation would be established and he did not come to the police station. Putting him in front of the cops was more important than molesters. After a few conversations, it was a story that would prove that he was an illegal passenger and an illegal resident who boarded the train without an ID.

It is much healthier to spend the rest of your life in prison than to kill people at the behest of others. Although, of course, he will not be redeemed very much, as much as sin is sin. Still, it will buy me and Lilia some time to make sure this is a trying city.

I glanced around and saw the muttering assassin, shivering with shame, anger, and fear.

“The more time passes, the younger siblings…”

An assassin has a weak heart and a lot of cruelty. His situation is pitiful, but I can’t let anyone else die here. Especially if that target is Lilia, we can never leave her unattended.

It’s unfortunate, but what can I do? Hopefully we’ll be stranded until we go.

“Looking at the situation, I don’t have to be accused of molestation. I’ll go first.”

“Oh yes, go.”

The officer handed me his ID with a benevolent smile. Everyone is discriminating against people. It’s a shame because that person was lazy and didn’t read my ID. If I read it and found out that I’m a monster, I’d be treated differently too.

Anyway, everything went according to plan. Very satisfied.

I stood up with a satisfied smile. Now we can go to the lodging that Lillia has reserved. Hearing the voice of the assassin pleading behind him as if he would burst into tears at any moment, he went outside.

“I was really wrong. I was really wrong… Please don’t arrest me…”

“If you’re going to beg for doing something wrong, don’t do the wrong thing from the beginning. Aww. Tsk. Annoying. It’s noisy, so don’t be annoyed!”

“Please let me go!!”

Cheer up, Assassin! Stay strong, Assassin! Think of the weight of the blood that has been buried so far!

In this way, the assassins were successfully excluded from the city. What does this mean, it means that it is no different than saving a life that could have died. Today, that pitiful life will fall into a pleasant sleep without even knowing that I saved it.

The fullness of saving a life enveloped the whole body and gave cool pleasure like a gentle breeze. I walked out of the police station with light steps.

Befitting its nickname of the city of wandering and alleys, the streets of Eraport were narrow and complicated enough to remind one of a maze or a spider’s web. There were three roads just in front of my eyes. I feel like I’ll be lost soon after walking down the street for a little while.

In the original story, Lilia became a lost child in Erafor. In the end, she couldn’t find a place to stay, so she went round and round and came back to the station. With her help, Lilia becomes a patron of the cathedral, and the story of volume 6 begins.

Although I was possessed in that novel, Lilia itself has not changed. In this city of wandering, there is probably no one who does not wander among those who set foot for the first time.

That’s right, I didn’t really trust Lilia who went out to find a lodging. She had no idea that she would find the right lodging there, a city so unfamiliar to her and an even more labyrinthine road.

As I expected, my master shimmered in the distance. I walked over to her with her staggered stride and asked, full of her sneer.

“Lilia, what are you doing here without finding a lodging?”

“…The roads here are too complicated.”

“I knew it.”

There was a woman with a wry smile next to Lilia.

Black cloth covering the body so that not a single piece of flesh is visible, a white veil is wrapped around the chest, and a hood of the same color as the clothes is wrapped around the head. Typical nun’s attire.

“Ah, are you in the company?”

She talked to me with a grin. It was a smile that warmed her heart just by looking at her, as if she molded goodness into a person. Could it be because of this demon’s body? The clergy have an unavoidable sense of rejection. I stepped back a little and met her sweet smile.

She must have seen this reaction as embarrassment about her unfamiliarity, so she started introducing herself to reassure me.

“My name is Ekklesia. I’m serving at a church nearby.”

The cleric who introduced me as Ekklesia looked at me quietly. Just as the devil hates the priest, so the priest hates the devil. Luckily it happens She stared at me, then grabbed her rosary as if she noticed something.

Introducing yourself for the first time is always nerve-wracking. Because it determines the first impression of the person. Besides, the unfamiliarity of talking to someone you don’t know also contributes to it. Could it be that she can’t help it even if she is a nun, a profession that often meets people? She had a strange tension with me. A human like me, a human who makes nuns nervous at the first greeting. So many sins really a lot From her point of view, the devil is a high-sinner.

But that’s her position, not mine. Far from being a sinner to me, the nun is a beautiful person who cares for the sick, the poor, and the weak. Once she gets used to the fateful rejection, it’s not a big deal. Ecclesia’s smile, which had been smiling until recently, gradually hardened. Contrary to her, I smiled broadly at her. She was a favor

The nun asked what I was.

“Are you…?”