I Possessed the Villain in the Lily Novel

113 – Verbs (11)

It is often assumed that a prophet would be prone to such preconceived notions.

A being who knows the fate of the world, knows the fate of cities, and knows the rise and fall of individuals.

That’s why, like a reader who knows the ending and development of a novel, he is a person who laughs and looks out at this world.

But that’s not the case at all.

Just as most people are mistaken about knowing a lot, and what they don’t know is more than double what they know, so am I.

All I know is a very small part of the world, an insignificant part that is like dust when viewed as a whole.

And you don’t even have the brain to store and utilize such a vast destiny in the first place.

I heard from the teacher that even that sage does not memorize knowledge one by one, but rather categorizes and stores his memories in the form of a book and then draws out the necessary knowledge for later use.

Even the most respected intellectuals do that, so how can I?

We can’t reveal our identities due to the unique magics and work ethic that only prophets are allowed. That’s right, we are ordinary people.

All I know is the ending, not the development.

That’s the worst ending and the best ending. I can only predict one of these two.

Of course, the ending is different for each person.

To use the book as an example again, each episode in a book can be viewed as an ending. You can also see the end of that one book as the ending. If the book is a saga or a series, the last episode of the last book could also be the ending.

Our prophets are among those who can predict the ending of an episode. It’s not even the episode you want, it’s random. Not all of them, just one of the two endings.

All those prophecies come true through dreams. To be precise, it is done during sleep through a special ritual.

The biggest lesson I received from Master is how to piece together the outcome of the many people, cities, and worlds prophesied into the most meaningful form.

The role of the prophet is to create the most stable world. The ideal ending is to induce people to go there, and the worst ending is to avoid it.

One of the futures I saw last night probably had an ideal ending. It was because none of the precious colleagues I traveled with died and Mr. Devil of Reverse Heaven offered me a handshake.

You must have defeated the demon worshipers of Ilios that were prophesied before.

But it’s not good news that the authors in front of you saw a candidate for the hero.

The ending of the escape episode I saw was to meet the Flower Witch without meeting anyone.

There was no future where we would directly encounter the Order of the Holy Knights chasing the candidates for the hero, nor would there be a future where we would engage them.

This is not the road to the right ending. I transferred the two former warrior candidates who judged that way.

None other than the demon worshiper’s joint. Probably the devil of the reverse sky… No, towards the place where Iba-san is heading.

“Hmm… Hey Rumia, what do you think she did?”

“You transferred…”

“Yes. Before. Are you brazen that even the Archmage can’t do it easily?”

Ahead, the paladins were approaching. It’s scary. I want to run away quickly. However, Master told me not to make any frivolous movements. You must follow. It’s really scary. Scary though

In the meantime, the commander of the Holy Knights took out a greatsword. Even on a street like this! It’s crazy. It’s crazy. No matter how much the Holy Knights are given magic jewels that can bite people, that kind of thing is tyranny! Violence!

“Then shall we catch him and ask him where he sent them?”

And then, wielding a greatsword, he charged towards me! Dangerous. Dangerous. Not insane. If you hit something like that, you die.

“Oops!”

Hee! It’s scarier than you think. I’ll have to run away.

However, most of the mana was consumed while transferring. Combined with the magic I spent prophesying at night, I now have no magic power left.

There is only one way!

I need to escape!

I moved my feet as quickly as the frost that blew through the trees in the elven forest in winter.

**

I’m sleepy.

It was an idea that came to my mind as soon as I ventured out. Maybe it’s because I don’t move my body myself, but because I entrusted my body to someone.

It’s only been a few seconds since I left myself on the broom. But it’s like this. It’s embarrassing to me.

I held on tight to my stomach. It was my boat, and it was also someone else’s boat.

“What?!”

I touched the belly of Innis, whom I had grabbed to ride the broomstick, and tied him up. It was a chewy feeling rather than soft. As expected, he has no flab because he is a demon. While there are many in the breast.

But this was the wrong choice. Feeling the warmth of others made me fall asleep even more.

“Huh… What? I hope you don’t touch me too much?”

“Ah. I’m sorry.”

With those words, I removed my hand from Innis’ belly. At the same time, I spread both arms in the air and felt the wind.

“Wait a minute? It’s dangerous! Hold your hand again! I won’t say anything if you touch my body!”

The cool wind caught in my hand. Unfortunately, clouds cannot be caught. However, clouds are cool because you can’t catch them. But at the same time, it felt irrational. It’s always floating and looking down at me, but even when it comes up, it doesn’t get caught in my hand. That gossip was truly disgusting.

When I was jealous of Cloud, a thousand dollars burned in my heart. I felt my throat burning like that, so I naturally felt my life very vividly.

He burns fire in his heart to make smoke, and when the smoke gets into his eyes, he closes his eyes with bitterness. But sleep cannot be seen with closed eyes.

I like it.

“Iba! Is it dangerous?”

“I’m sorry.”

I put my hand around Inis’ waist again and wrapped it around her.

“Good job.”

Innis rubbed his head against my chest. He was stroked in reverse. Not with your hands, but with your head. The feeling of being stroked with someone else’s hair was awkward.

I let out a long yawn and leaned against the hair for a moment. It smells good. It is a warm scent resembling sunlight. The body settles down Earlier, I had been beaten by the wind and jealous of the clouds, and I barely threw myself out of sleep, but I fell asleep again.

Fortunately, right before my eyes closed, my feet touched the ground first.

“Iva… Hey… Can you stop sniffing my hair…? It’s embarrassing.”

“I didn’t.”

I got up off the broomstick, telling a lie. It still wasn’t a very good ride for a man to ride.

I woke up by stretching my sullen body and looked at Innis.

“…Are you that tired? Then why don’t you go?”

“It’s more ridiculous to come all the way here and not go. Just guide me.”

Innis nodded.

“This is near where the report came in. It had the highest concentration of demonic energy, and they heard strange noises during the night. I thought it was because of the monsters, but it continued even after yesterday’s subjugation.”

I looked around and felt a sense of deja vu. As Innis said, it was because it was the place where the monsters were subdued yesterday. It must have been the structure of the tree, the smell, and above all, the thick scent of blood.

“Ha… I don’t notice this.”

“Ahahahaha… Of course. It must have been strange to notice.”

For some reason, I thought that the number of monsters was overwhelmingly higher than the average number of monsters found. It’s all because of that damn devil worshiper. There was a very high probability that there would be a devil worshiper’s stronghold around here.

And it was clear that the devil worshiper would be different from the one in the original story I read.

The demon worshiper in Ilios in the original game is the demon worshiper of immortality we defeated in the first place. How can a dead being be resurrected? If it’s a demon like me or Morbe, I don’t know.

In a way, it’s natural. Unlike other fantasy, ‘The Snow Butterfly’ is a travel novel. However, as I intervened, the path and time I walked with Lilia in the original story did not match, and as a result, the events of the original story could not be reproduced.

Therefore, the only knowledge I can utilize while reading a novel is the setting of the characters and the setting of the worldview.

I didn’t read it deeply, so my memory is fuzzy now. Be sick I should have given it a little more affection and read it.

This is a novel I read because I just wanted to talk to Spica. It’s a novel I read for passive purposes, just to hang out with people, but how can I know the detailed knowledge?

“Haa… Damn it, let’s kill it and go back.”

“Ahahahaha, are you sure you’re here?”

“The atmosphere is like that.”

Innis laughed briskly.

“But can’t we just capture them alive instead of kill them if possible? It turns out that there is sharing of information between devil worshipers, so we should torture them and get rid of the information.”

“Torture…”

I hardened my expression. There is nothing I hate hearing as much as people screaming, so I wondered if I could start with my vocal cords cut off. But if I do that, I won’t be able to hear the information again…

I’m really worried.

Innis looked at me and waved his hand around. It was an expression of denial. He immediately smiled bitterly and laughed hahahaha.

“Oh, I’m sorry. Imagining it makes me gross? No, of course I won’t do it to you. Don’t worry. How can I make you do such a terrible thing!”

Did I misunderstand the reason why I hardened my face because I was resistant to torture? No, it will be worse than that. The anxiety that slept under Innis’s laughter was barely enough.

For a moment, I was able to recall my upbringing environment. Not ‘me’, but the growth environment of this body. The past of this body that would have grown up in an environment full of torture.

She must have mistaken me for touching my trauma. Of course it was a misunderstanding. I had been tortured, but it didn’t really stick as a trauma.

Rather, my trauma is…

“I’m really sorry…”

But since Innis is fun, it’ll be fine. She said before that I mentioned torture when she caught Morbe, but I don’t remember that. I replied with a bitter smile.

“I’m really fine. I’m fine.”

I waved my hands like that, but my fingertips trembled because I couldn’t sleep.

“…Isn’t that fine?”

“Of course.”

I quickly hid it and laughed. In an instant, he became angry. Why do i have to be like this This damn regenerative ability is not the power of the devil, but the power of the body itself, so it can’t be controlled. It is the same as not being able to control your own physiology, growth and aging.

So, it must be the fault of the person who created this body. It’s all because of that devil worshiper motherf*cker that I can’t sleep.

He let out a long breath filled with anger.

“Really… I’m fine.”

But when I said that, Innis’s expression became even more worried.

I clearly expressed it in words, but I don’t know why it wasn’t delivered.

“You know what… If you came to help me out of an old idea…”

“It could be.”

I got a bit nervous because it was nonsense, so I hung up. No, why can’t I understand what you’re saying. It’s frustrating. Then she regained her senses and smiled. It’s my fault that I just got annoyed at this.

She seemed quite irritable because she couldn’t sleep. I’m not the type to pour out abusive words on others.

How nice I am… It’s all because I can’t sleep. Sad.

It was a situation that Innis could easily misunderstand. A child experimented on by a devil worshiper was headed back to another devil worshiper. When I thought about it again, would it have been okay if he had brought me back? Those worries may come to mind now.

Of course, I don’t have those feelings. The anger and fear that aroused at the sight of a devil worshiper was only the size of an ordinary person’s emotions.

Rather, my trauma isn’t like that…

“Hey! Hey, hey…!!”

In an instant, I felt the scent of someone’s blood, an urgent voice, hasty steps and dragging footsteps.

It was a familiar voice. That’s why it was unfamiliar. Because I’m a person who doesn’t usually speak like this.

“Innis!”

“Yes!”

Recognizing that it was an emergency situation, Ennis immediately stepped forward. Her I also ran in the direction of her sound, with her feet together.

And then, a truly shocking sight arrived before my eyes.

Wiz, carrying Stella on his shoulder, entered. There was a huge cut on Stella’s side, and her blood flowed like a fountain.

Compared to what I’ve seen so far, it may not have been such a shocking sight, but I couldn’t pass it over with a calm mind. It was a human problem. It was her problem, not her other people.

For me, there is a lot of anger engraved in the past, but not so much pain.

One of those little pains.

It was a problem related to none other than Spica.

“Oh, damn it…”

The trauma that Innis had been so worried about until now finally overtook me.