I Possessed the Villain in the Lily Novel

7 – Sosa (7)

How long has it been since you took responsibility for a person’s life? To be entrusted with a job as difficult as keeping a lantern shaking in a typhoon.

Innis had been quiet since I slapped him on the butt, but his body was still shaking. He didn’t shudder with fear, but rather swallowed tears of sorrow.

How many hours did it run? How many of those hideous monsters were there? How many children did the devil worshiper kill as test subjects? I had been running for so long that I couldn’t even do such a simple calculation.

“Listen Innis, when you are going through a situation like this, you say thank you, not sorry, okay?!”

I said this to Jim on my shoulder and just ran. Sometimes I was out of breath and my legs hurt, but I wasn’t dead yet, so I just ran. Even if you die, it’s okay if you come back to life. But Innis doesn’t live again even if he dies, so it’s a burden I have to carry until the end of this run.

There was no specific destination. No, there was a purpose of being a devil worshiper, but since I thought I would be chased if I met him now, I had to frantically wander about a place to rest and not meet him. So, wherever we go, as long as it fits, it can become our destination.

It looks romantic when you say it like this, but the guy who is chasing us now has the head of a dog and the legs of a human, and his body is something like an insect. Romance has been behind for a long time, and we are also behind.

“Innis, are you listening to me?”

“Yes, yes! I’m listening!”

“What did I say?”

Actually, I don’t even know what I’m spitting out right now. Breathing is rough, legs are about to break, and sweat flows like rain. The boat has been empty for a long time, and now even the dust is set to settle. Sleep above all.

“Thank you… Say it.”

“Yes, I heard you. Now practice! Now shout!”

It’s so hard not being able to sleep. The last time I slept for 30 minutes, I didn’t call it sleep. That’s just literally closing your eyes. What is sleep It is not enough to adorn him with so many adjectives, such as man’s greatest rest, supreme happiness, and lifeline. Isn’t sleep a noble ritual that ends today and prepares for tomorrow?

So I still can’t finish the day. The long, long day shows no signs of ending. The front is blocked.

“Thank you!!!”

“Right, good.”

To express my condition right now, I am out of sleep because I haven’t slept for too long, and I am rather excited because I am so tired. Ah yes, it is similar to the dawn tension. My feet are now spinning like a treadmill, and my breathing may be functioning properly.

“What are you so grateful for?”

“Thank you for believing in me and saving me!”

“What else?!!!”

“Thank you for preaching like this and for running with me on your back even now!”

“Again!!!”

“Yes?! Also… also… ….”

I slammed the head of Subject 2, which flew in front of me, into the ground. There was a crackling sound and blood spurted out, staining my legs and hands. Our No. 2 Teacher also left a slightly savage red face painting on the cheeks.

Every time my white shirt got a bit of dirt and red, the excitement of dawn filled my body even though dawn hadn’t come.

“Right! What else is there!”

“Again… therefore… ….”

And excitement is contagious. Just like applause, like laughter, like dancing. In addition to pestilence and love, excitement is always shared between people. Will Innis know how I feel? It’s a waste to enjoy it alone. My beautiful consideration for wanting to laugh with others.

I slapped her on the butt again. To the extent that there is no scarring, but so that the stinging pain can be felt.

“What is wrong! It’s Innis!”

“There is!”

Dawn does not come, the sun does not penetrate the fog, there is no light on the road, and unpleasant footsteps and gurgling cries surround it from all sides. Her feet were soaked with soggy blood and grass and dirt. I couldn’t climb without excitement.

“Thanks for spanking me?!?”

I heard a loud sound next to me, and my mind instantly cleared. I stretched out the hand that had slapped her on the hip like a tentacle, wrapped the head of No. 2, Who was following us, and hit it into the tree behind her.

The tree that fell down with a crackling sound became a grave for the dead body with its head exploding. Not only that, but it also served as a wall, cutting off the footsteps of several No. 2S.

“hahahahaha!!!”

The person who took my excitement and went crazy with me was on his shoulder, so I laughed out loud. Insane statement. A truly insane statement. Words that sound like they’re going to spit out in the morning.

“You don’t have to thank me for that!”

“Yes….”

Innis kept his mouth shut. Innis could have died of shame if he had spoken to her further here. I kept her silent out of respect for her. The smile was maintained. Those words and my actions are all just side effects of being soaked in the tension at dawn.

It seems that Innis couldn’t escape the curse of insomnia like me. His sleepless body instills madness in humans. She’s a kid who wasn’t normally fine, but she got even more crazy when she met me, so she has to take responsibility for that. Until I throw it to the local psychiatrist later, I will take responsibility and save it.

So we ran through the foggy forest again without a word. Making the tombs of those who were children, beyond counting how many.

I was exhausted to death. The side effects of running with the power of excitement also came to me. Sometimes I fell asleep, my legs slowed down, and there were times when my consciousness was blurred because I couldn’t breathe, but every time I woke up by biting my tongue.

The chewy meat in the mouth really tastes like iron, so I thought this was beef. Then he spit it out on the ground and regenerated his tongue again.

How long did it run? In the middle, I saw the shadow of something other than #2, but thankfully they didn’t attack us and grabbed the arm of the monster that walked like a spider with a human arm and tore it off. I averted my eyes from the ghastly scene and moved my feet again toward a place where I could take a breather.

Cut again and again. Pass it Swallowing the murderous intentions of the beasts, giving them death in return. Giving complete silence to children who can’t speak. It dyes those who can’t rest and crawls red, allowing them to rest. The white shirt loses its color, and red residue gradually grows on my flesh.

Run and run like that. In the end, I found a lonely cave where no one came.

I can’t hear the wind, and I can’t even hear the footsteps of something else. The smell of blood was only coming from me. This was routine. In any case, what looked safe was an appropriate place to rest.

I dropped off Innis. I would have been jolted for hours in an uncomfortable position, but I managed to endure it. He didn’t vomit and didn’t complain. I thought it was great.

“Good job.”

And I will continue to work hard. We ran away, because nothing was resolved.

Inis was leaning against the wall of the cave, trying to gather her mind, as if the lingering feeling of the uncomfortable ride was still there. I think I’m dizzy because of motion sickness. She gasped for her breath in agony. Motion sickness can also be solved by me.

“Haa… ha….”

“Innis, hold out your hand.”

“Eh, yes… ?”

Innis looked at me with dull, dazed eyes and hesitantly held out his hand. I propped up the back of her hand with one hand and wrapped the other around her wrist, then she squeezed it with her thumb in several places.

“Ugh… oh….”

“Even if it hurts, bear with it. Did you count the stone patterns in the cave over there? It will be over soon.”

Her moans erupted from Innis, but I caressed her wrist roughly without paying attention. Innis also noticed that he shouldn’t speak loudly because of the risk of being caught by the enemy, so he suppressed his voice with the other hand. But her voice popped out little by little, as if it was painful for a long time.

“Huh… Sorry….”

I learned this from a former colleague, and she says that if you press the acupuncture point near her wrist, the motion sickness will go away a little. Innis’ breathing, which had been rough until now, was gradually becoming easier.

It took a long time for only Innis’ excited voice to faintly echo in the cave. Her complexion improved a lot.

“How is it? Are you feeling a little better?”

“Yes… really… It was good.”

The colleague who told me this was blonde, like Innis in front of me now. He was a bragging braggart who came to find out where he knew her oriental knowledge. He was a guy who made fun of other guys with his bizarre cure for saliva.

His death was very impressive, but he was eaten by an unknown monster, leaving only his hands. Ironically, the part of her body that the friend cherished the most was her hands. Was it a treasured part to showcase my skills or something? In any case, the treasure was her only corpse.

“Thank you for your consideration.”

I buried the treasure along with his other belongings. A total of one hundred and eight graves were buried like that. That was because only the same mercenaries were counted, and there were more when others were added together. The more lightly a person’s life crumbled like a swarm of flies on fire, the more life came to him. This is also very ironic.

I stared at Innis. Because she, too, was staring at me. Innis seemed to have something to say to me. Is she dissatisfied with being further away from Lilia? I opened my mouth and made excuses.

“This fog is no ordinary fog. It’s probably a barrier to something. Should I catch the person who entered and say don’t let go? Anyway, that’s how it feels. We have taken many measures to make it impossible to know the direction and whether there is an escape route.”

In spite of my excuses, Ennis didn’t care and continued to stare at me. Slowly, those eyes trembled, and the slightly dry pale pink lips parted.

“I’m sorry.”

That was a nonsensical remark again.

“You say that again.”

“I’m sorry about that too.”

“What are you so sorry about?”

Looking at it again, she seemed to be feeling a debt to me. It was a look that well reflected the guilt and shame that debtors often give to usurpers.

“Because of me you made me kill your brothers….”

I couldn’t understand what Innis was saying for a moment. I don’t know what you’re talking about. My brothers? Are you talking about those monsters? No way. That’s not my brother. All my brothers in my heart died before I came here.

“If only I could use magic, you wouldn’t have harmed your people….”

Anyway, that girl seems to have misunderstood. I tried to open her mouth to clear up that misunderstanding.

“If only I could use magic… ….”

But she stopped when glass-like tears dripped from Innis’s eyes. I’m afraid it will break if it touches the ground. I’m afraid the fragments will be finely scattered. She took a handkerchief from Lilia’s bag she had stolen earlier and wiped her tears.

“Hey, hey, why is that? I’m fine. Don’t cry.”

No, if it’s hard, I should cry. Why are you crying? I feel frustrated, but I can’t express it in front of a crying child. I’m sick to my stomach and I’m about to go back. Originally, the character was not this weak in the original work, so why is this?

At the time I had this thought. She realized that this girl had just escaped death. She realized that she had been kidnapped by a stranger and that she had been fighting with her best friend before that. She realized that this girl was still young enough to be given the pronoun ‘cow’, and that she was still mentally immature.

I realized that only things that make one person weak easily exploded one after another.

“If only I could use magic properly….”

Innis was addicted to melancholy. In one bad accident after another, she stumbled upon a candle and caught it on her carpet, spreading it all over her curtains. As if the small flame that lit up the surroundings became despair burning the mansion. Her pride in her girlish heart was shattered and turned to fire.

“If only the magic had been used properly….”

Just as excitement is contagious, depression is also contagious. Even the contagion spreads faster to internal organs than to the outside. There are times when melancholy gnaws at the whole body like that and the thoughts wetly navigate the past in the abyss.

“I wouldn’t have had to burn down my hometown….”

This is exactly what Innis was doing right now.