I Possessed the Villain in the Lily Novel

42 – Teacher (12)

Under the dark clouds of the night, a baby is crying among the garbage. A baby wrapped in swaddling clothes that looks like it was made by sucking in moonlight. It certainly had a beautiful appearance, but there was one part of the blood clot that was different from normal people.

The round ears that should have been placed near both temples were nowhere to be found, and there were animal-like ears that stood out on top of the head. People wandering the alleys here guessed the reason why the baby was abandoned by looking at the ears.

That alley trash can was her hometown.

It was too dirty to call it my hometown.

Those who could not move unless they hid themselves in the shadows of the alley passed by the place again and again, but no one was kind to the child. There was not a single thing to pick up.

Except for witches who want to pick up and use those without blood, who don’t care as long as they can use blood.

She was able to divide the humans of her world into two to her. Those who are conducive to her own ideals and those who are not. In some ways, she was able to treat people as the most equal. The human values bestowed by the world, history, and ethics will not have any effect on a person who has gone mad.

So, for her own ideal, the idealist picked up a child that was easy to use and unscathed.

That child was a beastman girl bearing the name Lupika.

Just now, a girl who is faced with a situation in which the opponent who should have stolen her heart threw it away herself.

A girl who is destined to hunt a demon that transcends common sense.

‘…What is it? Sudden suicide?’

Befitting a being that transcends common sense, his behavior also transcended common sense. From the first meeting, she notices her identity and tries to turn it over to the police as a pervert, doesn’t she hate being hated by nuns for being a devil, or does she suddenly harm herself right before the battle? She paused in bewilderment.

However, seeing that even though her heart was pierced, her Iva showed no signs of collapsing, and that the hole in her chest was healing, Lupika stopped hesitating and took her attacking stance again. .

“─【Set】”

He muttered something softly, but Lupika didn’t know what he meant.

Without her knowledge, she means nothing to her. She can’t stop just because she doesn’t know.

Like a predator’s hunting stance, the body leaned low and possessed strong elasticity, ferociously leaping at its prey.

Lupika, who had been shot like an arrow, opened his arms holding his dagger wide like a beast’s teeth and tried to rip out his heart with inertia.

Iba watched it leisurely. When he started his magic, he recited the next word while refining his magic in earnest.

“【Phaeton】,【Icarus】,【Prometheus】”

The son of a god who was punished for pulling the chariot of the sun.

A arrogant man whose wings melted while flying close to the sun.

A prophet who stole fire and ran away and was finally punished.

Sun, arrogance, runaway, divine punishment, freedom, power, deprivation.

Steals the power, freedom, and authority predicted to be destroyed.

Innumerable words are implied in a person’s narrative, and a new image is created following the narrative.

It shoots out the image that was born that way, and transfers the magic held in the image into reality.

The whirling magic shuddered as if it would scatter around at any moment.

“Your heart… I’ll take it…!”

Before he finished reciting the spell, the beast girl approached. The blade made of her shadow was about to reach her heart.

Even if I couldn’t get my heart out with this blow, it didn’t matter. If you can only get hurt, the next step is easy.

Occasionally, certain demons have special abilities that humans cannot produce. This beast girl belonged to that special demon.

Her ability is, 【Demon Spell Ring】 It is the ability to cut and scatter all powers related to demons, magic and special powers of monsters.

A demon itself is a demon itself, so it should be able to cause the body to disintegrate little by little just by cutting it. It won’t go to death, but it will be a significant blow.

The girl was so sure.

But.

“【My body is firewood】.”

It was faster to recite all of his spells.

If the girl had run a little faster,

If the target stabbed itself in the heart, it would have run without stopping.

If you had abandoned your conscience and raided the cathedral to take his heart.

I wouldn’t have been so frightened right now.

“Wow!”

With the completion of the order, hot heat and smoke spread out. The girl backed away as the heat covered her vision and skin. She cut through the smoke as a shadow, regaining her sight.

“…Isn’t it?”

There was no Iba. The demon covering the boy’s body was nowhere to be seen.

“Stealth? Teleportation? Escape? What the hell is this…”

“Oh, it’s been a while since I’ve used it, so it’s hard to adjust.”

-Quaang!

A shock like being hit by a shell. The pain of losing your mind comes from an invisible blind spot. The girl floated in her air for a while, and then, unable to resist, she rolled unseemly across her path. She was prepared for some amount of pain and shock, and even though she allowed attacks from her blind spot, she was able to react.

But it was impossible. It was such a shock, pain, and speed that even the instincts engraved in her body could not respond. A blow like lightning, faster than electrical signals transmitted between nerves.

The girl realized.

What she couldn’t see was that she was simply too fast for her eyes to follow. The heat and smoke that covered her own eyes were the result of burning one person.

“Why did I run away, friend. I have to kill you.”

The girl with her bottom long barely raised her head to see her demon.

He had a terrible face, like someone who had been thrown into a fire. The flesh was grotesquely twisted, as if it were ripe from the inside, and the flesh was tanned. The blood vessels, which should not have looked soft by nature, stood out with a bright red light like molten iron flowing.

He had a bad taste that made you feel pain just by looking at him, and he was smiling twistedly.

“Why did you think you wouldn’t die after trying to kill someone?”

The voice sounded like iron scraping glass.

The rope of death wraps around his neck. My body atrophied with fear, my teeth chattering, my voice not coming out properly. My body couldn’t shake off all the shock from earlier, so I couldn’t move.

‘My messenger is the devil.’

The girl who lived to become a Shinigami thought so.

She lowered her head again and looked at her own plight.

She saw rats and cockroaches moving about on dirty street corners. I feel the filth and the stench. It was full of dust as no one was cleaning it. An ordinary, ordinary back alley. Her own hometown.

Is this homecoming?

A gray voice asked from above.

“What is a will?”

Death is getting closer and clearer. Then the fear that had consumed her body went away and she felt more at ease.

The girl thought of her family.

The name of the assassination group that the girl is holding her body is ‘Floating Blood’. All of the people in the group are orphans without blood. They are just floating things with no blood, regionalism, school ties, or anything connected to them. She is said to have been so named.

Vampires with that name wouldn’t have taken it seriously, but they had a connection.

It was called fate.

They considered each other family even though no one asked them to. The older one is the older sister, and the younger one is the younger brother. Those who were abandoned due to lack of acknowledgment made their own acknowledgment and shared it.

They bonded with each other and nurtured family love despite the harsh environment.

We gave each other knowledge, food, clothes, everything we could share.

It was also because of this sharing that the reason why she dressed as a man when the girl went out.

‘■■■! Should I listen? Our prisoners are not legally protected. So I have to do something illegal. There are assassins like us, but most of them work in Changgwan. Maybe that’s why, among low-ranking guys, all prisoner women are treated as prostitutes. So, should we ███ be careful outside too? Some very mean men might try to do strange things!’

After that, Lupika disguised herself as a man. As her sister had taught her, it was her own way to be careful. She became the object of an obscene gaze, and she covered up her own gender, not wanting to be attacked. Her other sister followed suit.

In this way, a culture was formed and something special was created that was only shared among them. Family love grew day by day.

The vampire who made ‘floating blood’ did not deserve it. I’m afraid that they will raise a knife against themselves someday.

So, she created a system.

“Answer me Lupika, what is the will?”

In fact, the name ‘Lupika’ was not her real name.

‘Lupika’ is a given name and a position. One representative position to carry out assassination quests on behalf of all other children.

It is a system.

‘Lupika’ is taken over by her eldest daughter. Only Lupika can go out and do the assassination. At the same time, her other siblings are locked out while the assassination quest is in progress.

As the given assassination period is exceeded, the younger siblings die. Slowly from the youngest age. If one day is exceeded, one person, if two days are exceeded, two people, if three days are exceeded, three people. So slowly, my siblings die.

Love became fetters. The shackles that can’t escape the vampire.

Those who carry something on their back become stronger. All who inherited Lupika showed a high mission success rate. She didn’t mind spilling her blood to save her family.

This girl thought so too at first.

An introverted, stupid, and affectionate girl since her birth, she succeeded Lupika as the 12th.

Hiding your job, hiding your face, hiding your gender, hiding your name, being in the world and not being there, walking on the ground and floating half a step away from the world, being in the world but not being there. I’m sure you’re here, but you become someone who doesn’t exist.

I intended to live in the shadows for the rest of my life.

But it was impossible.

She was caught by the target from the start, and her impatient mind kept making her mistakes.

She got help from a kind, ignorant person. She wasted no time trying to repay the favor.

Actually, I forgot about the target being the devil. Retrieving the heart of a being who doesn’t know why and how strong it is, even an unreasonable order is enough.

It is bound to fail. Such a request

However, Lupika’s position is heartless. Her failure is always death. Her time is more valuable than gold, and it takes her life. She takes the lives of girls raised as Shinigami.

So, the girl made up her mind.

The girl wanted to fail, just like her predecessor Lupika had done.

No matter how strong the assassins are, there are times when they encounter opponents they can never defeat. Rather than coming up with a time-consuming and complicated plan to kill the opponent, Lupika took a much simpler approach.

All Lupika chose to die before the allotted time had elapsed so that their younger siblings would not die when they encountered a request with extremely high level of difficulty. It is to attack the target by itself and be killed. These operations were very effective, as there were few idiots who dared to spare the opponent who was trying to kill them.

Like that, Lupika pushed herself to death in order to save even one more of her younger siblings.

So this is a murder and a suicide.

They climbed the gallows themselves and wrapped the noose around their necks. It is someone else who pushes the chair away, but it is undeniably himself who uses the noose.

In my hometown, on the side of the road, I saw a gray devil who had raised his head and came to take his life. He was still casting a cold gaze on his burning body.

“There will be a will. Don’t say nonsense about having no regrets when you die.”

Of course, it is not without regret.

I wanted to study. I wanted to travel, and I wanted to eat delicious food. I wanted to make friends, and I wanted to do something more helpful to people.

I know it’s impossible.

It’s already too late to dream of such a thing. I’ve lived my whole life to kill myself, and it’s already too late for my body to accept it.

I’m going to die soon.

Still.

It’s too late for me, but at least for those children.

“I wanted to dress my younger siblings in school uniforms…”

The girl cried for the unconnected, floating blood.

Under the night sky where even the moon turns its back and hides in the clouds, under the sky filled with cruelty where even the clouds do not cry,

‘Rumia’, whose name is the moon, shed tears.