I Possessed the Villain in the Lily Novel

202 – Engagement (4)

“Don’t be fooled, Eva!”

“Why are you doing this again?”

“No, I’m afraid I’ll get scolded like that again.”

“Do you think he will respond to every one of your f*cks? I would be grateful if you could help me.”

Stella let out a deep sigh and pushed my chained body away.

“And why is that evil? It started because you wanted to be comfortable.”

“Did you get caught?”

“I got caught, damn… How many years have I been with you? You don’t think you know?”

I moved her foot as she pushed. It was the result of her consideration to create a comfortable experience like pushing luggage on an automatically moving rail.

“I did that sh*t because it would be embarrassing to be bothered for nothing…! Hey, walk yourself!”

“Ah, why would you do that, Stella, the thorn of a rose, is like an amateur. How can a person who is tied up walk? Her arms are tied and she’s off balance. I don’t know where I’m going to bounce. In times like this, please lead me calmly.”

“It’s not leading, it’s pushing!”

Perhaps she didn’t feel this kind of consideration, Stella called out a bolmen.

“That’s it~”

Psychologically and physically, it was very comfortable.

Savior? Getting a name like that has more negative effects than positive effects. It’s on a different level from saving a girl like Rumia.

There is a difference between feeling grace personally and feeling grace one-sidedly by someone who has never spoken to me extensively.

Fanaticalism is poison. It is more madness than myself to have infinite trust and respect for another person whose thoughts are unknown to me.

Their trust is replaced by expectations, and those expectations will come as a compulsion to me.

They will expect me to be good, doing God’s will, and they will twist my actions to fit them into the mold of their own ideals.

They will idolize me as they please and spread it to others, and gradually I will be transformed into something I am not and put on the cubicle.

And there will be two endings. No matter what I do, I either positively spread harm in this world, or I am unilaterally disappointed in what I have done and curse.

In the end, my reputation will sink to the bottom.

That’s what fanaticism is.

But this time, we blocked it in advance to prevent such fanaticism from forming. Even if he almost had that fanatical belief, he would have given up his expectations with the previous performance.

Since he saved everyone from mad faith, he was finally saved.

“Hey, you did a good deed today.”

“But you must be cursing a lot? Did you see my fantasy magic? You died very brutally. My honor must have been ruined~ Wasn’t that too much?”

“Then don’t overuse magic. And there was no such thing as honor.”

Beside Stella, Lilia scratched her nerves. Of course, I didn’t have the nerve to scratch with words like this.

“Honor is a futile extravagance. There are times when it comes into your hands without merit, but there are times when it disappears without sin. Lilia doesn’t know what Honor is usually enough if you have yourself.”

“What are you talking about again? Is it a quote, seeing as I’m weighing it for no reason?”

“Uh, Shakespeare.”

Wiz reacted in surprise.

“Three, s*x…?!”

“Huh?”

“Uh, uh, uh uh… Nothing…”

Our charm is that we are so diverse and damn good. I nodded happily.

“Hey, hey…!”

“Huh? Why Innis?”

Inis, unable to fit into the harmony of this chaos, was wandering around alone.

“Now then, Iba is… Officially a candidate for the Demon King, and her face is also known… Isn’t it?”

“…Well, maybe.”

I nodded in agreement.

“It’s a big deal!”

Innis exclaimed.

“I-Iba has to overcome the ordeal. But if you sell your face like this now…”

I understood what Innis was trying to say. Due to the nature of the trialists who have to move from city to city, it must be quite difficult to get in and out of the city.

Using illegal routes or silently enduring the oppression and abandoning the city. Since we were desperate for trials, we had to force ourselves to enter if we couldn’t.

“Besides… Lord, I might die… Again… Just like that time…”

Innis’ complexion was pale, as if he remembered the terrible things he had experienced in his hometown. He teased me a little earlier for picking me up, which made me feel sorry.

I moved his hand and thought I might pat Innis’ shoulder, but unfortunately his limbs were bound with chains and he couldn’t move.

“Uh… maybe it will be fine?”

Innis’ concern is correct. But there are workarounds. Even so, I don’t act without any countermeasures.

“The superiors generally think the same. Safety first. There is no reason for you to gamble unless you are an extremist who spreads death and death.”

By listening to the president’s recommendation, I showed that I could take a cooperative attitude. Also, by showing extreme performances in the process of cooperation, I succeeded in imprinting myself as a thorough risk to the public.

“Furthermore, if it is a bomb that has the potential to kill not only the people themselves, but also the civilians below it, then I wouldn’t bother detonating it.”

Cooperative and Controllable Risk.

How sweet words are for those in power.

“It’s just a bunch of safety devices.”

There is no reason to touch a bomb that will suffer for more than ten years after detonating once.

If there is always a sacrifice in the dismantling process, and if that sacrifice brings considerable damage, it is wise not to touch it.

I’d rather build as many defense systems as possible to keep it from exploding.

“Then I am fine.”

I made a strong declaration so that Innis could feel at ease.

“…Probably.”

With some insurance on the back.

“Iba…”

Inis sighed as if feeling sorry for her. After the sigh, compassion was also with him, so I couldn’t erase the uncomfortable feeling.

“Why, why! There’s nothing you can do! I’m not an omnipotent person, and I can’t predict everything.”

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I really couldn’t help it. Prediction is possible, but prediction is impossible. If I had been able to do that, I would have pushed the Prophet out and been the Prophet.

“Still, I’m not so stupid that I can’t take care of myself… It’s really okay. If necessary, you can bounce.”

To be honest, I am confident that I will be able to beat everyone here. How on earth would you beat me with infinite magical power and hallucinatory magic?

“I just did a good job.”

In the end, it turned out to be good because I saved all the fanatics and the real followers of this land. Feeling proud, I went into an underground room.

“Hey bastard bastard…”

“You’re such a hogu, Lilia.”

While having a conversation like this, we arrived at a basement that was completely blocked off on all sides. I wondered if there was a window open inside.

Kikik. The sound of rusty hinges hit my ears coldly, and the scenery in the room came in. Surprisingly, the facilities were good. The toilet was separate from the room, and there was everything that could be there, such as a bed and a desk. The ceiling was very high, and a window was made on it, letting in unfiltered sunlight.

The furniture looked moderately high-end, but not flashy, and it was obviously for the upper class.

“Yes, in the old days… Corrupt priests… Were imprisoned.”

Wiz explained further.

“Go in now.”

Stella pushed the back.

“Details will be delivered tomorrow. Confined here today. You should rest first.”

“…Rest?”

I turned around in place. There was a rattle and the sound of chains clattering. I was still imprisoned.

“Like this?”

“Yes. Just a moment.”

This is too much. Feeling despondent, I sat down on the bed. I was offended by the feeling that the unnecessarily soft bed was providing me with formal hospitality.

“I’m so sorry. There’s a little discussion about your disposition. Please stay here for a while huh? I’ll be right back.”

“Oh, that’s right, Iba! We’ll come back soon and play with you!”

Stella and Innis soothed and comforted me like a child.

“I am a child. Whatever you do, finish well and come. Unpack this while you go!”

“You have to give a formal indication that you are in control. Besides, if I leave you alone, I don’t know what kind of accident it will cause.”

“I am a child…”

I gave the same response to Lillia. Lillia smiled and roughly stroked my hair once and turned around. Stella followed her, and Innis hesitantly stroked her hair and walked away.

At the end, the shortest Wiz lifted her tiptoe, grabbed my hair, and gently shook her hand.

“Eva… Even if you are lonely, you have to be patient…?”

You really treat me like a kid.

So I was left alone in a strangely well-equipped basement.

**

“…Not coming.”

I’d never say I’m patient, but even taking that into consideration, it was strange.

A lot of time must have passed, but no one came.

Did the meeting get longer? It feels like more than a day. The reason why I described it as ‘felt’ is because there is no clock here, so I can’t tell the time at all.

Sunlight pouring down from a window pierced high up? No. I can’t figure out the time for something like that.

No matter how much time passed, the amount of sunlight was constant. The position of the shadow, the amount of light, and the unique warmth.

That’s not sunlight. It was more like a specially made magic tool. A magic tool that fires light that feels like sunlight.

Or…

“A tool of torture.”

It’s probably a tool that adjusts the flow of time, or a tool that deranges the minds of the people inside. It could be both

I wanted to believe that. It’s not that no one’s coming to me, it’s that I’ve gone crazy under the influence of some magic.

My body, bound by chains, was sulking. I wanted to loosen up and leave, but I had the face and endured it. Everyone was good at my sh*t, so I had to endure this much.

Since the only thing left is time, I was able to think for a long time.

‘If I could sleep at this time, I would have been less bored.’

The idea started from family law.

‘I shouldn’t have just escaped after all.’

Closing to regret.

‘Still, I couldn’t help but save it. What’s good about eating well and living well by myself? If everyone else is unhappy, it’s strange that I’m happy alone. It seems that even I will be influenced by that negative force.’

It was deleted again soon after. However.

‘But isn’t it funny and unfair that I’m alone in a world where everyone is moderately happy? I’ve gone through all the hardships, but should I be treated like this?’

It quickly turned into resentment.

‘What do you do when you do good things and have good people? I’m not a good person. He’s a guy who’s stuck together with an inferiority complex like this.’

Muttered, the uncomfortable feel of the chains clearly engraved on his skin.

“I hope there is no kid who is better and happier than me…”

The body was still lacking in training. That’s why I recited snobbishly.

“I hope you don’t think like this…”

I’d rather have someone to talk to.

I realized that the root of my negative thoughts was loneliness. It was contradictory. A spirit that cannot be trusted and collapses without others. If Stella had been present, she would have been delighted to say that this contradiction was human.

I was also happy to be able to meet her, even if it was in her imagination.

I couldn’t wait, so I got up and went to the door. I made a small gap that no one would notice, and put my ear there. His hearing, which is several times stronger than that of ordinary people, picked up outside noise.

I heard footsteps. It was quite urgent.

“The elderly are very rigid. There is so much to think about.”

“Originally, the higher up you are, the more things you have to protect, right?”

Stella and the other… I don’t know. Seeing that they were having a friendly conversation, I wondered if they were probably members of the Holy Knights.

“Oh, thank you for welcoming me. Go upstairs.”

“If I, too, join the mission…”

“No. Didn’t I say it was too dangerous for you?”

“But…”

“Let’s do the mission together when we get stronger later.”

“…Yes.”

It’s still the same thing that makes a woman’s heart cry, whether it’s in a previous life or here. It wasn’t just regret in the woman’s voice. Deeper and more complex.

“By the way, hero. Doesn’t this activity make you more popular? Also, confessions line up.”

“That must be a very happy imagination. Just go inside.”

“Yes~”

The sound of footsteps came closer to this place. I turned around and sat down on the bed.

Kikkik. The sound of rusty hinges echoed through the room and I saw Stella’s face.

“Sorry Eva, is it too late? The meeting continued fighting with each other, but there was no conclusion. Solidarity again later. Pitiful years. Are you really cowards?”

Stella laughed and swung the holy spear she was carrying on her back.

The chains that bound me were loosened.

“I’m so sorry… Instead, I’ll do anything I can! What can I do? Shall I read you a book?”

I gave a fishy laugh to Stella, who smiled like she was really sorry.

“…Stella.”

As if bewitched, he stood up and hugged her body.

“Huh?! Eva? Were you that lonely? I’m sorry… Oops!”

“There’s something I’ve been thinking about.”

She put her hands on her waist and slowly lifted them up. I slowly brought my hand towards one part while carefully caressing it so that there would not be a single tear in the process of rising.

Extremely human and beastly senses flowed down the waist and became one gigantic thousand Buddhas. The flame warms my body and will soon warm someone else’s body as well.

Stella flinched as she felt something touch her near her hip. A pitiful gesture from a woman who had been dignified until just now. I laughed because it was both cute and pitiful.

I lightly bit her ear, which was starting to turn red.

When unsettled desires such as resentment and loneliness were mixed, it became a ridiculously obvious desire. Ugly desire for dominance and recognition, obsession and jealousy, desperation and self-defeating. Longing for beauty and low longing for ugliness bloom at the same time. The cutting edge of a beastly desire was created.

Its name was also sweet and lustful.

I went back and grabbed her voluptuous breasts with both hands. So much that it hurts a little.