I Possessed the Villain in the Lily Novel

41 – Teacher (11)

Maybe because of the arrival of guests, the evening was luxurious for a place where frugality is a virtue.

The whole table was filled with grilled meats, sausages, cheese, salmon salad and corn soup, leaving the children and Lupika salivating.

Lilia was still asleep and couldn’t come down. Perhaps she wakes up and a colossal hangover shakes her head. She should have been drinking in moderation.

Lupika ate her meat with as much fervor as the other children. I also love meat to the point where I can’t lose to anyone, but I still can’t steal food from kids.

Today I calmly sipped soup. There are people who could die soon, so I hope they eat a lot. Because I might not be able to eat again.

“Is it delicious?”

“Nue! Matsis Vida!!”

“Eat everything and tell me. Hey, the church has good welfare. Eat this too.”

“Really? Thank you!!”

I handed him the meat given to me, giving the dog a last-minute charity that happily ate it.

The Assassin leaves this place after this evening. When he leaves this place, he goes back to his job. When he gets back to work he comes to kill me. If he doesn’t, I could fight back and kill him.

People will die! I’m so sad. I feel like I’m going to cry because someone I know could die soon.

“It’s pitiful…”

I warmly watched Lupika eat her meat like a dog, touching her dry eyes without a drop of tear.

If it was like the old days, I would have been imagining what a death with a deep taste would be by now, ripening in my mind dozens of ways to kill him.

But with the help of a good person, I am different. Borrowing the ocean-like mercy of a god who loves his enemies, the spontaneous and volatile mercy warmly wraps my body.

The mind becomes at peace. The intent to kill fades away, and the noble goodwill descends upon me in splendor. Like a seeker receiving a divine revelation, reverently clasping his hands together. The dignity of life was also applied to mosquitoes that fill their stomachs with the blood of others.

After emptying all the plates in front of me.

I quietly muttered a prayer to end my meal.

“Thank you for all the graces you have given us.”

In fact, since there is no particular grace given by God, this prayer is close to a facade. The one who bestowed me was a man, not a god.

As far as I know, prayer before meals is said to give thanks to God and give thanks for today’s daily bread. And in the prayer after the meal.

“May all who have passed away rest in peace through the mercy of God.”

Pray for the rest of the dead.

I don’t know the prayers of this place, but the prayers of the places I knew were like that.

I’m not a religious person, so I don’t know why such a prayer is used after a meal, but I think it’s because a meal is essentially an act of taking the life of something.

If I make money today, it means that that much money has disappeared from someone. If I eat food today, it means that someone is starving. The world is damned balanced and fair, there are always additions and subtractions.

May there be rest for the countless people who disappeared after being subtracted from the world. Somewhere in the afterlife we don’t know, may we be happy by someone Almighty.

I personally don’t believe in God, but I think it’s good to be reminded of it even in the trivial yet important daily life of a meal like this.

I remembered the dead.

As Lupika said, about those who were too young and ignorant to kill, and who had many tomorrows to be killed.

I left yesterday, I will leave today, and I will leave tomorrow. For countless young lives, I wished for rest.

I opened my eyes and stared at the assassin next to me.

A guardian of balance who harvests another life for those countless young lives. The dregs of a society where blood is smeared to keep the blood circulating in the body. You can’t see it on a wide road with light, and the dust in the invisible alley.

‘I hope I don’t send another person up to my side today.’

I finished my prayers with gratitude to God, who was only a façade, and sincere prayers for rest.

**

“Are you really going?”

“Yes, my family is waiting for me. I will never forget the grace I received. Ecclesia-sama.”

“It’s late, but I’m going to sleep at least one night…”

“…I’m more comfortable traveling at night.”

It’s not too late, it’s time for assassins to act. Their nights are longer than the days of others. As darkness approaches, they become more active.

“The children will miss it a lot.”

“Tell me that I enjoyed it too.”

Lupika laughed bitterly. It must have reminded me of today’s troubles. Soon, Ecclesia and Lupica embraced and said goodbye.

“Then, let’s go!”

“Yes. Take care of yourself. Don’t get caught by the police this time.”

“That, that’s…”

“Huh, I’m just kidding. Please return safely to your family. That will be the greatest happiness for them.”

After we said our goodbyes, I also picked myself up. I decided to see him off to the station. It’s just words, though Lupika wouldn’t even want to go to the station.

“Then, I’ll drop off that friend and come back.”

“Is it because it’s between men? After a fist fight, we become close quickly.”

“Oh yes, that’s right.”

It’s not like we’re men, we’re not even close, but it’s good that she believes we’ve made up without question. I took the letter out of my pocket and handed it to Ecclesia.

“Please pass this on when Lilia wakes up.”

“This is…? Ah! Huhu, I understand! I will take responsibility for delivering this letter! This letter contains love that cannot be expressed in words!”

“There’s no such thing as love. Anyway, I’m glad you gave it to me. Don’t ever read it, okay?”

“No, of course!”

Ignoring Ekklesia’s questionable answer, I stood next to Lupika and said.

“Let’s go.”

“Yes.”

So we went under the cathedral. Out of the sight of God My volatile benevolence quickly evaporated. She maintained her good will toward her, putting things like her interests and identities in place of her benevolence.

The short truce has run out.

“Time is slow. It’s night now.”

“Time flies so fast, it’s already night.”

The evening glow is gone, and now only black darkness fills the sky. The moonlight was softer than the streetlights, so the sky was unable to look down, and the lower ones began to whisper under the gray dust and shadows of the city.

“Lastly, do you intend to stay in the cathedral?”

“No. Why are you so obsessed with my peace? Is it because you’re afraid of me attacking you?”

Is that so? There was nothing scary about the threat of such a lame assassin.

It wouldn’t have been scary if it was her original appearance, but she’s about as good as she is now.

“hahahaha, damn it.”

But killing such a pathetic assassin brings remorse.

My old friend Spica says that killing while you can save is the same as becoming another usurper. What I want to become is a person, not something like that, so I have lived my life in the direction of saving as many people as possible.

But sometimes there are people who can’t be saved. This is the case with those who take the life of another innocent person if left alive. It is because the value of saving such people is inferior to the value of killing them. Even so, if I liked it, I just saved it. A person’s life is too abstract to compare on a scale.

Personally, Lupika belongs to the person I want to save. The fact that she was the heroine in the original novel has little to do with it. I don’t need to dwell on her unless one of the main characters in the original story dies and my journey is in trouble.

“…I’m a prisoner. I’m not treated like a human being.”

Lupika mumbled her words again, whether she was talking to herself or addressed to me. Why do you want to save her, who lacks social skills and has no reason to save her?

“A race that was bundled together and treated as trash because of a war started by a person who had no ties to me three hundred years ago. It is the dust of a society that does not gain citizenship and status without a person’s guarantee.”

Because I feel a sense of kinship. It doesn’t mean that when I was a mercenary, I handled things like an idiot and stupid like that.

An insignificant, insignificant person like me. The name to name oneself exists only in language and does not exist on the papers of society. It definitely exists here, but it’s no different from not having it. The feeling of helplessness, helplessness, and resentment that comes from that. Those things are very similar to me.

“…If the owner hadn’t picked us up, we’d probably have died right there in the trash.”

In the world of ‘The Nunbutterfly’, demonic energy is spread in many places. From where people live to remote remote areas. Such magic can be a useful energy source, but in essence it is close to the remains of demons, and if it is greatly influenced, it tends to get away from the order of the world.

If the influence of demonic energy is deep for a long time, the creature becomes a being different from the existing appearance, and the being born in this way is called a monster.

Humans are living things too. Naturally, it is influenced by demonic energy. A person’s reason or appearance remains, and a specific change occurs in a certain part of the body, and the physical ability is also significantly different from that of a person.

The race that people have changed due to demonic spirits is called demons. Compared to monsters, the concentration of demonic energy in the blood is low, but compared to humans, humans are in the gray zone.

The world tree is an elf who has changed into a devil’s magic.

A demon that has turned into the demonic energy of other demons is called a beastman.

Elves are closed to the mass of the chosen people, so they don’t come out well. They enshrine a special demon called the World Tree, which supplies them with demonic energy, as a god, and live by building a city in a forest centered on the World Tree.

But Suin is different. They have no common ancestors. There are dog beasts, cat beasts, and bear beasts. The demon that created each beast sign is different, and even if they are the same dog, they have different ancestors. They are treated the same, but not the same. Is an individual They have no city or god to bring them together like the Elves.

To solve such a situation, three hundred years ago, a tiger beast man took himself as the representative and brought the beast men together. This is because he wanted to give his hometown to the prisoners who had nowhere to go.

The plan worked. The tiger, who subdued the other beastmen’s pack leader with overwhelming force, succeeded in subjugating almost all beastmen under him. I wondered if all the beastmen could enjoy their own culture and live in unity like the elves.

But she didn’t know. Unity is, in the end, exclusion, and exclusion of others except for those who are united. When the beastmen, who always kept each other in check, gathered together, they revealed their hostility to the outside.

They were none other than humans. They were a brilliant race, always willing to use and discard their force.

Little by little, a conflict between humans and beastmen, big and small, breaks out.

At last, war broke out.

I don’t know the details behind that. Since it was a novel, not a history book, miscellaneous settings and incidents did not come out properly, and most of the incidents that occurred were forgotten. But I do know the ending.

Humans won, and beastmen began to be oppressed.

A race that is naturally treated as a slave, and although the trend has weakened due to various social movements, they are still beings that are not treated as human beings by conservative cities and people.

Because they are not treated as human beings, they often take on tasks that humans cannot.

“We can’t even read. Well, of course, I managed to learn it somehow by watching the master do it, but to read a newspaper all day long. We didn’t think we needed anything like that, and it wasn’t given to us. No. Learning, warm meals, human rights, status, all of them were luxury and romance. They were raised only for assassination.”

Probably, children like Lupika who were abandoned by their parents were collected and raised as assassins by their owner. He has lived his whole life only to kill people, but he knows that life is precious. Is it because I desperately felt how precious life is because life is hard, or is it because someone’s gift is wasted, so the gift I receive once is sweet.

I have the guts to pay back if I get help, and I know that the future of my children is precious.

“I don’t like that. I want to get an ID card and go to school, I want to fall in love with someone who cares about me, and I want to eat delicious desserts.”

He even has a wonderful free spirit, not content with being a slave!

I am fickle. It’s because he’s half crazy and has no backbone. He has a weak reason, so he follows his emotions well. Rationalally, he says to kill the assassin who has been killing people and will continue to do so, but emotionally, he shouts to save this pitiful and insignificant comrade. That’s why I’m thinking about it now.

She’ll save her or kill her. I’m really having fun thinking about it.

“But I know it’s impossible.”

Lupika was walking down the boulevard to the station, when she suddenly took a turn on her path. I, the station to meet him, followed the path he was taking. Leisurely and light footsteps bouncing around. I wanted to hum too, but I held back because there might be someone in the city who goes to bed early.

“I don’t have time. That’s why I came out of that warm cathedral.”

That’s how I entered the alley. Deep, very dark, so that even someone who would come after us wanders. So that no one can see I walked through a maze-like complex city, my steps without hesitation, my mind wandering.

“The time given to me is only five days, and if I spend more than that, my younger brother will die. I walked.”

A demon and a beastman were looking at each other in a thick shadow where not even a streetlight could shine their eyes. Blue eyes were the only moonlight here. Even if I can’t look down at the sky, I can see him.

“My brother dies as each day passes. And today is the last day.”

“Is there a way to contact you?”

“The way to get to the master’s castle is simple. Just get a heart and you can go straight from here.”

Lupika took off her hood. Slightly pointy canine ears, fluffy gray fur with a slightly blue tinge, and sharp eyes like those of a wolf. Everything was proving that he was a prisoner. He didn’t hide himself in the shadows.

“Let me ask you one thing.”

He stretched out both hands in the air. A shadow gathered in the palm of his hand. When the shadows became thick and hard enough to be discernible within them, he clasped his hand. A dagger of shadows appeared in both his hands. The magic was used through a magic tool called the ‘Shadow Reaper Hand’, which also appeared in the original work.

“Is the detailed story a strategy to induce compassion in me and make my work easier?”

“I told you to listen. I think if I don’t, I won’t be able to do this job.”

He bent over. Shadows slowly gather around him. It looks like a wolf that will jump out of the bush toward its prey at any moment. I asked one last thing before Lupika hid herself entirely in the shadows.

“How many have you killed so far?”

“I don’t know. I don’t even know what day it is today, but I can’t remember all of it.”

“I see.”

Okay, I’ve made up my mind.

“Lilia, I’m sorry. Don’t be so rough.”

Talking to her to herself, begging her pardon, I gave her a thumbs up.

It was a slender finger. These fingers, which seemed to be round and unable to open anything, gradually became thin and sharp at the tip. It became a small spire that stretched out like an awl by carving flesh. The excessive regeneration was delicately controlled and formed into a shape suitable for stabbing.

I pierced the thumb that was completed like that into my heart.

“…?!”

Lupika opened her eyes wide in surprise. She thought her target had chosen her to commit suicide, and she stopped moving in great panic. Regretful. Now was the supreme opportunity to attack.

The beating of the heart stops, and the blood stops circulating. The organs in the body, which received and ate the oxygen that the blood carried, quietly died without being able to wriggle like caterpillars that had starved for several days, and the organs of the body began to deteriorate and collapse.

I removed the thumb that had been pierced into my heart. In exchange for air intake, the chest with holes for breathing poured out a lot of sticky blood. The floor is wet with the remains of my heart.

I stopped the magic that was channeled into the stigma, and left it to regenerate the body. You can adjust the speed of playback, so it’s not too fast, but it’s moderately slow.

There is no need to stop the regeneration, so the magic power supplied to the stigma was neglected.

Extra mana remains.

You have enough magic left to use one spell.

“─【Set】”

The magic on our side is different from here, implemented through words. The principle of this magic is to create magic based on one’s image. So it is realized through words. This is because the human mind is the most suitable thing to turn abstraction into something concrete that moves into reality. There is a way to give a flower to express love, but in the end, it is similar to the principle that saying the word ‘I love you’ directly is the best.

Like loading a bullet, I changed the magic within my body and made it into a state where it can be manifested to the outside world at any time. It is the work that becomes the foundation of all magic.

The mana from the whole body gathered around the heart and rotated. As if an engine was heating up, my image began to vibrate as if it would jump out into the world at any moment.

I finished preparing to memorize the spell.

I plan to put on a magic show that may be the end of my life for those poor, poorly educated, poor, and socially misfit people who obviously don’t know how to enjoy any culture.

I am so kind.