I Possessed the Villain in the Lily Novel - Chapter 48
I Possessed the Villain in the Lily Novel chapter 48
48 – Teacher (18)
A slash took place in the void where no one seemed to be there.
However, soon that void ceased to be void. The blood did not fall to the ground, but was buried somewhere in the air and stopped. As if there was something there, he fished the blood and decorated his body.
Rumia’s head went blank. Before she can properly capture any bittersweet feelings, her heart is overlaid with her blush.
It reminds me of the owner who caught and killed her younger siblings. The past she thought she would shake off creeps up on her ankles.
The scope of Iva’s decapitation was close to instant death. Her blood spurts out like a fountain. The warm, eerie, bloody temperature of Rumia’s face.
Eva immediately regenerated her own neck, then stretched her arm towards something transparent with her blood on it.
Her spear-like arms stretched out unwillingly and pierced something bloody before slamming into the wall. She pinned something that attacked.
Iba, who roughly guessed the location and level of weight class through the position of her body cut and the weight of the slash, succeeded in the art of accurately piercing the vital points of her transparent opponent.
“It’s okay. I’m the devil.”
You often sell devils along today. No, it’s tomorrow Eva thought so and calmed her Lumia.
“This, Mr. Iba, I just got thirsty, thirsty…!”
“I’m fine. You’ve seen me regenerate before! I’m really fine. Lupika, calm down.”
It happened in an instant, so Rumia was dumbfounded. She could have really panicked if her regeneration had been a little slower. She chews on the sweetness, but holding on to the bitterness makes it feel much stronger.
However, before the bitterness of her taste reached her mouth, she succeeded in regenerating it, and Rumia succeeded in grasping her pounding heart.
“It’s fine, you’re fine. Thank goodness. It’s so good…”
Recalling the regenerative ability Eva had shown her, and regenerative ability that was infinitely close to immortality, she comforted herself that Lumia was fine.
“…? That one?”
Then she and Eva turned to the transparent enemy embedded in the wall.
As her wounds healed, her invisibility gradually disappeared and her body was revealed. Judging by the form, she was human.
But he was no ordinary person. With her leopard’s tail and ears. However, he was no ordinary prisoner.
Her body was stitched up in places, and her flesh was too pale compared to that of a human. Much more than Iba. I can feel the cold body temperature just by looking at it.
It’s a corpse.
Rumia knows that face now. She knows someone who can do the same attack as before.
[Invisibility], The second generation Lupika’s ability.
The remains of someone who has already died. The ability that shouldn’t exist was here. The being that shouldn’t move moved and attacked the benefactor.
“A moving corpse…”
“It’s a necromancer.”
Rumia knows that corpse and knows someone who can move it. She is someone I have seen over and over again.
Rumia bit her trembling lips and said. Her heart, which had been sweet until now, slowly rotted away. Her unstoppable tail waggled, and her ears crooked as well.
What I felt was fear, disgust and sadness and anger.
Emotions that she couldn’t put into words swirled in her mouth.
“The master’s friend who often visits the castle is a necromancer…”
Her fingernail marks stuck to her arm, which she was holding.
She recalled the past. Emma’s sickness was more unpleasant than her smile, a reluctant smile. The most invited guest to this castle. A vampire who controls the body. When they come to the castle, they always bring a corpse wrapped in a veil. The veil was permeated with a perfume scent so strong that it was difficult to recognize who it was.
Rumia didn’t know at all until now.
What happens after Lupika dies?
But just now, looking at Becky, her sister, she realized something.
It was only one, but Rumia came to know all of them.
‘This is our end. All of my dear sisters have suffered like this. ‘
Not all Lupika can die in peace. Even when you die, you become a corpse and suffer. The will to live a normal life is insulted even after death, and the life of a warrior is forced.
Rumia remembers the image of her older sister. The second Lupika’s name was Becky. She’s not a girl who wields a knife so terribly. Doesn’t even make such a fuss He was a kind man who always gave food to his younger brothers.
“You were the one who made her sister like this….”
Her teeth chattered and her whole body trembled as if she had been hit by rain. My body, which had been at the campfire until now, was so cold. It was scary.
Humans have imagination, so they can dream soft dreams like before.
Just like now, they make them imagine the ending of their older sister, causing disgust to come up.
Rumia imagined it. That the countless older sisters who sacrificed themselves to protect her little brother continue to suffer without being able to take rest even after death. Seeing her dignity trampled on and being played with like a doll for the sake of a slaughter she didn’t even like.
Even though its heart was pierced, the second generation Lupika’s corpse wriggled, waving its bladed hand several times to attack them.
Her Eva retrieved her arm, and through her recoil, bounced her off and sent her flying away. A groan was heard from afar.
Not one. There were many. More screams erupted as if the corpse thrown earlier had passed on a signal to another corpse.
“【Set】, 【Pyramus】, 【Thisbe】, 【Unreachable Sorrow】”
Iva built a wall right away, it’s not a very strong wall. I’m sure it will break through soon.
A terrible voice came from across the wall. It was the result of vibrating the vocal chords without breathing. The sound of blades scraping against the walls could be heard. It sounded like she was scratching the wall with her hand, as she heard a popping sound.
Rumia was afraid of all those sounds and was sad. I’m afraid I’ll recognize all the corpses that make that noise. I’m afraid that the resentment I let go of after killing my master will build up again.
It was frightening, pitiful, and at the same time filled with anger.
“…Why, why did we end up like this…”
Eva put her hand on Rumia’s shoulder. She then turned around just like that. Rumia, who had been imagining beyond her wall, could not resist and easily turned her hand around.
“You don’t have to see it. You already know it. You don’t have to see it with your eyes to know it.”
Eva gently told her not to fight.
Eva has also fought a necromancer before. The corpses of her prized comrades being humiliated. Her humiliation at having to let her die again by her own hand before she could even honor her soul. It was really humiliating, and the tantrum was welling up.
This girl must not fight those corpses. This was Eva’s conclusion.
The feeling of killing someone dear to you, even if it is a corpse, is never pleasant. She had barely attained the freedom she longed for. She wasn’t even enjoying herself yet, and she didn’t want to be entangled in the past again. She is not worth helping.
“I will fight your older sisters. I will make them all become Buddhas. I will pray for their souls.”
“I-I’ll do it too! I have to do it. I…”
“No, you shouldn’t.”
As if trying to loosen her shoulders, as if she was trying to crush her luggage that had climbed up there, she continued to squeeze her hard.
“You said let’s only think about being happy in the future. You should be an example to your younger siblings. Fight the unnie’s dead bodies and Puck will be happy in the future as well.”
Rumia realized that she forgot what she said.
Brother, my brother.
She’s worried that by now she’s too late for herself, her own future. Lives to be with in the future. The life left is obviously much longer than the life so far.
Will he be able to fight her sister? Her older sister whom she loved and loved so much, and her family.
Will she who killed her family be confident in front of her younger siblings? Will I be able to laugh in front of them? Will he be able to face the things that will happen beyond that wall? Could this be my duty?
The one who gets covered in their blood.
I have to live with the guilt of killing my family in front of my family.
“If you’re scared, just run away. Sometimes that’s okay. You’re free now.”
Upon hearing her words, her feet felt light. Those words that allowed her every choice justified her actions.
The sound of slapping the palm of the back echoed. The grotesque voices of corpses could be heard from behind.
It was in the past. The ties of the past soak your feet. The family’s pain did not end. It was a past heavy as lead that could reach the depths of the sea.
Rumia is obsessed with her desire to look into her past. To see her horror, her curiosity seizes her neck and tries to turn it. That desire to see what her sisters say.
“Fly towards the future.”
A low voice erased all thoughts.
“Hey, over there Mr. Iba…”
“If you count three seconds, we’re running in the opposite direction, okay?”
Before Lumia could say anything, he acted.
A cloud of feet crushing her floor, Eva stepped into her past. To break everything that holds her back. To burn the afterglow of pain.
Just as Rumia was heading to cut Emma’s throat, she was again at a crossroads in her path.
Whether to advance or return.
There was only one answer.
Because Rumia has decided to be happy.
With a crying voice, I ran madly toward the direction he directed me to go, towards the direction of the power he gave me. Like a wolf flying out of a fence, like a bird flying out of a cage.
“Three seconds later…!!”
Rumia went ahead. She ran away She ran away from fear.
She relied on others, believed in her, accepted her kindness to bear her own burden, and moved her painful feet vigorously for her hope.
Leaving your back on the past, turning your back on the corpse. I didn’t forget it, but I didn’t cling to it, I kept the memories as memories, and I made a choice that I would regret in the distant or near future, but not reflect on.
“It’s so selfish…!”
But since it’s selfish, it must be free. All his actions will be free. That would be the attitude he should live in the future. He must act of his own will, not under anyone’s.
Iva did an excellent job as Lumia’s teacher today. She made me know freedom. The cost, too, made me aware.
“I’m not good at that yet…!”
Remorse wells up after the choice. She feels regret and disappointment about herself for leaving her alone. The choice always comes with a price. Regret that there might not have been a better way.
Rumia, separated from Iva, complained about him, she regretted that she wanted to be with him.
There is still a lot to learn. I still miss you. One day is not enough. I have received a great grace that cannot be repaid. It is a grace that I dare not think of a way to repay. I don’t want to be cut off for just one day.
“I haven’t even given you a name yet!”
Rumia has yet to tell you a single name of her own. She hadn’t heard this name stoner in his voice. At the cost of living in her shadow, she hid most of herself. All I know is the face. I don’t know the name or gender. Traces of her past remain on her and she tries to cut her ties with him.
But it’s okay, I’ll definitely come back.
Rumia believed that.
Because he showed a miracle today.
Because the devil’s contract is certain. Because there are no lies
The devil was a hero. A real hero who showed miracles more certain than the hero in the story.
Be sure to tell him his name after he returns. Let’s tell him everything he’s been hiding in the shadows. Let’s welcome him under the light.
And I’ll return the favor.
Embracing her heart like that, Rumia ran towards the future. She saw a mirror-like hole swaying in the shadows. It’s a portal A portal leading to Erapore. The door of hope that was not intentionally closed.
In the world beyond the portal, her feet landed on the Wandering City, where her own brothers are.
“Oh, did you finally come out?”
Her younger siblings weren’t the first to welcome her like that.
A familiar witch. A navy blue robe that I saw somewhere. Behind the hem of his robe, he seemed to see an illusion of fluttering petals. As much as she was, she had a noble beauty.
“…What, where is Iba?”
She was with Eva.
Lilia, the flower witch.
“What…? That title.”
He was the owner of Iba.