I Possessed the Villain in the Lily Novel

101 – Tribute (10)

“Disposition?”

Lilia protested strongly. Stella reacted just as sharply as she did.

“You stole my spear and shuddered once, is that what you mean? What is it? You want to leave a lasting impression?”

Her seer held out her hand with her spear to her and said,

“I’m sorry. This is the strongest seal I know, but.”

As the window slipped back into Stella’s hand, she said.

“Now this is a matter that needs to be considered apart from a personal point of view.”

The Prophet tapped the sealing part of the stone tablet with his hand and continued her words.

“Just as he is precious to you, there are people who are precious to many other people. But someone dies in one of his runaways. It could be a precious family member, friend, or disciple to someone we don’t know. A lot of people will die.”

Strength went into Stella’s hand that held her spear.

“He can’t control his powers, and you can’t control him. In that state, let’s set him free like a living bomb of destruction?”

There was speculation in the strongly held spear, but there was no way that energy would radiate outward.

“Throw away your emotions and think rationally. Didn’t the people here witness his power right now? The power that changes the heavens and the earth and changes all the principles of the world. Please look around you right now. Your power is simply gone. Just by doing so, the surrounding flower fields became like this.”

The speculation continues to rise, but it is so clogged that it cannot leak out.

“The Demon King is often described as a being who changes the world, not destroys it. But how many lives will die in the process of that change? He will not destroy the world. But he will destroy mankind.”

She was furious.

She couldn’t refute this, and she was angry with herself. She was indignant at not being able to vent this speculation and make that mouth shut. Somewhere in my heart, I found myself thinking that those words were right, and I was indignant.

If Iba was in this position, she would definitely be like this.

You must have judged what was the most righteous path, transcending emotions and circumstances.

As she longed for that star of hers, and as she succeeded in reaching her star again, she couldn’t make a judgment that went against the brilliance of her star.

I still can’t forget the aftertaste of the sweetness of kissing him and her, so why do I have to keep going through this?

“Shiva.”

In the end, the tightly gripped spear did not swing, and it was resolved by sticking it into the ground. The small curse that flowed out of his mouth made him chew on his softness, which made it even more painful.

“So, what are you going to kill?”

Lillia asked, exhaling her exasperated breath.

“If he’s guilty, then so be it.”

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Precia answered this.

“But now he’s just a victim. He hasn’t done much harm to human life yet. Prophet, will you still take the side of the killer?”

The Prophet nodded his head.

“No. Killing as you say would have a lot of side effects. It seems more effective to keep him in a manageable state than to kill him.”

“… So, he won’t kill, he will suppress?”

When Stella asked, the Prophet nodded again.

“Yes. Of course it should be. No matter how much it is, it doesn’t make sense to let a demon king candidate go free.”

He looked at Lilia. The dissatisfied, curved gaze desperately informed her current feelings.

“The plan I’m thinking of is this. Keep him sealed here for a while, and you, the Flower Witch, continue your journey and find the sage. Then ask her how to restrain him.”

Lillia didn’t nod her head when she heard that. Because she had no intention of agreeing with that opinion. Whoever draws their own conclusions I will decide my route.

She turned her head for a moment and looked at Monia.

Mother. She is someone he will believe in and follow for the rest of his life. At the same time, she is the one who gave the greatest love to herself.

Now she knows everything. About the existence of Iva, whom she had hidden and did not know about.

How did she feel when she saw her daughter traveling with such a risk? And, what kind of feelings would you express if you expressed opposition to this reasonable opinion now?

I felt a mixture of resentment, sorry, and resentment.

Meanwhile, Monia opened her mouth. She stepped forward and stood on an equal footing with the Prophet.

“Yeah… I know you’re reasonable.”

He removed her hand from her slate, and she pointed at him.

“But isn’t that too lacking in respect? To my daughter, to this child. We haven’t discussed it properly yet, so what if we talk alone and make decisions alone?”

She showed as much displeasure as Lilia.

“Surprised. I thought you would be the most likely to agree with this opinion. It’s to ensure that your daughter is not in danger.”

“My daughter. She knows how to take risks and take responsibility for her choices. More than anything, she raised me to be someone who won’t be taken lightly.”

She said, drawing closer to the Prophet.

“And why did you decide without listening to Eva’s opinion? She said she wasn’t out of control yet.”

“For now, he is dangerous.”

“Danger of that!”

Monia said furiously.

“That risk… You’re holding back as much as you can. Don’t you have the slightest respect for that sacrifice and perseverance?”

She sympathized with Eva. She was compassionate

“Do you know how much pain a person who became a monster after birth can suffer? From the moment they become a monster, a person ceases to be a person. Even though they are conscious, they continue to be stimulated by destructive instincts, and normal thinking becomes difficult. Even ethical awareness faded.”

Because he resembled himself.

“Amidst all that, he continued to keep the ethical line. He tried to remain as a human even though he was not human.”

She too was one of the many victims of Satanism.

A person who was classified as a monster because a part of his heart took in demonic power badly due to the magic cast on the entire village.

Although she became a human again with Akera’s help, the wounds and pain she suffered from that time still remained and tormented her.

“But, why is there no respect? If an evil being claims goodness, shouldn’t respect for him follow? This is why the human race is really…”

“…Mom?”

Lilia immediately noticed something strange and asked back. But Monia’s words were not over.

It was because I saw that Iba’s oppression overlapped with her.

Around her, she was despised, everywhere around her were enemies who tried to kill her, everyone around her was a burden that assumed responsibility for her, and her freedom was only because it could be dangerous. She, who deserved to be oppressed, saw herself and her boy overlap.

There was no way to stop the resentment once poured out like a bursting dam.

“It hasn’t changed since then! I have no intention of being considerate of those who were human in the slightest!”

She poured out her anger on the prophets as if they were people who had oppressed her in the past.

“I have no hesitation in rejecting you for fear of putting yourself in danger because there is something different about you! Why don’t you ask anything? Why don’t you respect me? Why!”

Just like her ex-husband who abandoned her family and chose another woman when he found out about her own secret.

“You guys always…”

“Monia! So excited!”

With Freesia’s cry, she was able to let go of her moment-obtained excitement.

I stopped thinking about the suppression and suppression she had suffered in the past, and I stopped talking with her.

“Yes, yes. I understand Monia’s point. She is right, Prophet. Eva still has reason. Shouldn’t we listen to his opinion?”

Monia turned her head to look at her daughter.

“…Lilia.”

She noticed everything, and her daughter with a hard expression.

And the daughter grinned at her Monia as her eyes met.

“My mother’s all right! Prophet b*tch, you should listen to what Iva says. Just because you sealed it doesn’t make it go away? If she has reason to say anything and has the freedom to say it, you should listen!”

The meaning was positive.

“Whether it’s a demon lord candidate or a monster, I’m the owner! If you have a name on the family register, you know it’s like family, right? If you ignore my family, you’ll face the wrath of the flower witch. Watch your mouth.”

Whatever her existence was meant to be her own family.

Monia also smiled like Lilia.

**

Dreams have always been unpleasant.

Because it was a sadistic space where the dead came out and harassed or the bitter memories of the past harassed me.

This hasn’t changed even though I’ve been looking for a new life.

The dream was still sadistic for me.

That was the sound of flies ringing in my ears, the sound of Morbe’s laughter, and the sound of applause. But for some reason, the sage’s voice was no longer heard.

She must have been the one who had barked loudly before, telling her not to succumb to the devil’s temptation, but strangely she couldn’t hear it anymore.

“I changed your senses for a second. You don’t have to listen to that loud voice anymore, do you?”

“Yes, thank you very much for that.”

Morve put her hand on her hand, her fly resembling a butterfly that hovered around her, and continued her words.

“From now on, I will tell you the ideal that I want the Demon King to change. Listen carefully, okay? If I listen to this, the Demon King will change his mind and try to help me, right?”

“You wouldn’t listen to me anyway, even if I told you to shut up. Yes, tell me more about that sh*t.”

Morbe chuckled.

“That’s right. The world is so filthy. There’s not a single good thing about it. What’s the worst thing about it is death!”

She got up from her hand where she was sitting and she circled the flower garden with her hands as if she were dancing.

“Why does every life have to have an end? Why can’t it last forever? I want everything to be forever. I hope there will be no painful parting in this world.”

Morve took my hand and lifted me up. Refusal became increasingly annoying, so I held her hand and danced with her.

She hasn’t had a drink, but she feels like she’s getting drunk. Excitement did not rise, nausea did.

“I didn’t like that, so I studied medicine, and even if my body dies, I also studied puppetry to transfer a person’s consciousness. I didn’t want my existence to disappear, so I became a devil. Oh my gosh~ I’m also very versatile! Kyahahahaha! He looks like you, doesn’t he?”

She controlled my steps. But she’s not perfect, she’s been kicked by flowers, and she’s stepped on her feet.

Suddenly, I thought why did I have to be manipulated like this, so I grabbed Morve’s hand and pulled it to stop.

Due to the action, Morve was held in her chest. She said while stroking my back.

“But I couldn’t. Death couldn’t be overcome.”

She said, burying my chin in my chest.

“So, let’s change it! Let us change it! Let’s turn it into a being that can overcome death!”

It was unpleasant. I let her go but she didn’t let me go

“Wouldn’t we build an eternal world together?”

I shook my head.

“I refuse. Life is more beautiful when there is death.”

Above all, she had no good idea how to overcome death. It will definitely be a bad world. Moreover, in the process of transformation, countless lives will be lost as never before.

What a contradiction to scatter more deaths than anyone else to overcome death.

“Yeah, you think so. You don’t agree with me! It could be! It’s okay!”

Morve nodded her head. I wondered and asked.

“Isn’t it the end of the story if I oppose it?”

“Huh? No?”

She denied it with a bright smile.

“I’m not talking about you, but the Demon King.”

Morve grinned and patted my chest.

“It’s not you, it’s an object of your image. A hand that blooms like a flower, your instinct, your body. My Demon Lord. I asked him.”

I was dazed as if I had been hit in the head.

“Why do you have that look? You always separated the two. You treated your body and you as different things. You kept denying your identity. You didn’t want to admit it. But why do you have that look?”

I looked at her. She looked at me too, but she wasn’t looking at me.

“You never cared for your body at all. You always treated it like a burden. That’s why you ignore the pain and tear, turn your eyes away from the devil, who is your true identity, and run away from one of your potential candidates, the demon king. Wasn’t it because you hated it?”

She looked at me detachedly.

I separated my body and my soul, my possibility and my escape.

She was only looking at my body. It’s me, but it wasn’t me. The existence of the country was dissolved and separated.

“So, let me offer you a deal.”

Morve smiled brightly like the moon that bloomed on a summer day. She proposed like a fantasy in a haze.

“I’ll give you a new body. In return, release my demon lord.”

It was a dream I had hoped for.

“I’ll give you freedom, a body that you don’t have to worry about running out of control while sleeping, a body that has no reason to be hostile to someone. Of course, you have the freedom to stop my demon lord with that body.”

It was the solution I was longing for.

“In return, give me freedom too.”

Morve twirled her fingers as she buried her face in her chest.

“The freedom to try and create the world I want.”