I Possessed the Villain in the Lily Novel

120 – Immortality (1)

Wiz’s impression after waking up was simple.

First of all, I was sleepy.

Because I had a dream today too. It’s because I had a terrible nightmare that woke me up. My memories and emotions are vague, but it was because of the dream that I had.

Stella told me that dreams are what you see when you can’t fall asleep. To be precise, I dream every night, but I can’t sleep deeply, so I remember my dreams.

In other words, she couldn’t sleep well tonight either.

“Ah…”

So she went back to bed.

Then she closed her eyes.

As always. As is customary for those whose sleep is disturbed by injustice.

To make up for this interrupted time to sleep again.

But she could hardly go back to sleep.

I was anxious and anxious. Her heart beat fast and her teeth chattered like someone who had forgotten an urgent business.

In the end, she chose to get out of bed. She probably blamed it on the cold sweat that wet her back.

Wiz moved her body toward the kitchen. She grabbed the cold water and gulped it down.

“Puha.”

As the cool water flowed down my esophagus, it seemed that the road to the accident had been cleared a little. Wiz searched the kitchen and picked up her skillet and ladle.

She remembers being in the cathedral. She was the way Wiz got every time she overslept. Wiz was convinced that it would be effective for others as much as she had personally experienced its effectiveness.

“Wake up—”

Kangkangkang!

The two metals met to form a terrible sound. No matter where you go to the market, your ears will be more comfortable than this. A sound like that hit the house.

“What is it really…”

“Ugh.”

The results were satisfactory.

Sounds of ballmen rose from here and there. He must have admired the metal performance that shook his eardrums. But she wasn’t fully awake yet, so Wiz gave more force to her ladle hitting her frying pan.

A much more impressive resonance rang out than before.

“Wake up—”

“Noisy… Quiet…”

“Aww, Wiz?”

Fortunately, the two managed to come to their senses by twisting their bodies. But still not enough Wiz moved her feet towards the one who was quietly holding her breath inside her tent.

Kang kang kang kang kang!!!!

“Wake up—”

He pounded the frying pan excitedly and kicked the tent several times.

“What, what?!”

Then I heard a frightened voice and a shaking inside the tent.

It seemed quite satisfying to entrust your body to the exciting music and rhythm from the morning. Wiz was also satisfied with that response.

Soon after, the Prophet appeared in the tent. Contrary to the startled voice earlier, he asked calmly.

“What kind of violence are you suddenly committing?”

Wiz replied with a nod of his head.

“I’m going to catch the devil worshipers.”

It was an overly desperate and solemn sound for someone who had just woken up from sleep.

At that, Lilia stood up, clutching her throbbing head. She glanced at her watch and saw that it was not yet time to call it morning.

“I saw why he was suddenly giving a damn… What?”

I laughed out loud once because I was dumbfounded.

“… Just go to sleep. She must be feeling a little weird from being tired lately. Get some rest.”

Lillia shook her hand and turned her back toward her room.

“I’m going to catch this bastard this morning… Get some rest… Tell me if you need any help later. I’ll lend you some magic.”

“Now… I need…?”

“No, I mean.”

I was furious at the moment and tried to raise her voice, but stopped because I thought her head would ring. Her chronic headaches flared up again.

“So… I can’t afford to be delusional at a time like this.”

“It’s not a delusion…”

“So what, there must be no evidence.”

Wiz answered without hesitation.

“Dream.”

“What?”

Lilia asked in surprise. Wiz answered without embarrassment again.

“I saw it in my dream.”

“I can’t live…”

She sighed naturally. The pain in her throbbing head intensified in the aftermath of her wake. Am I saying that out of my mind? Could it be that he went crazy because he took on the heavy responsibility of being a candidate for the hero at such a young age? Lilia thought so.

‘Or it could be that he was a candidate for a hero who was insane from the beginning…’

Wiz stared at Lilia like that. She won’t believe it But she’s not good with words, so she couldn’t explain it any better than this.

In fact, there have been quite a few cases where people who have learned their fate have suffered severe seizures by explaining in more detail than necessary. Most of her, of course, ignored her, treating her as a nasty insult.

It was obvious that this time too. But it didn’t matter. Her doctor was unnecessary in the first place. With time manipulation, she can quickly kidnap her to the place she saw in her dream.

“Do you want me to believe that now?”

Lillia held the temples of her head down. Then she suddenly felt a weight on her shoulders.

“Why are you trustworthy?”

“What are you doing again?”

Stella had put her arm on her shoulder. It was absurd. Pretending to be friendly like this when you saw him, and urging you to believe that is everything.

“Is this believable?”

“Well, it’s a dream. If you’re a wizard, you’ve heard about the role of dreams.”

Lilia furrowed her eyebrows at those words.

“Dreams are said to be a window to the truth of the world… But that’s just nonsense exchanged in the private sector. Do you believe that the rumors that you also use magic aren’t verified?”

“Is that more romantic?”

“Crazy b*tches really with each other.”

Certainly, dreams are mysterious.

She tells the present emotions that even she was unaware of, and also shows the past that she was averting her eyes to. Some say that they saw the future through their dreams.

Dreams have been valued among wizards since ancient times. There is even a phenomenon called ‘dreaming’, in which two wizards at a close distance share each other’s dreams when they fall asleep at the same time.

The number of wizards who get inspiration through dreams is by no means small.

In ancient times, a sorcerer said, ‘Dreams are windows that reveal the unrefined truth of the world for a moment.’

But that’s the story of the wizards of the past. There are still only unclear facts about dreams, so among modern magicians who value verified facts, the reverence for dreams is not as great as before.

Lilia was one of them.

That’s why neither Stella, who talked like romance, nor Wiz, who said she saw a devil worshiper in her dreams, couldn’t believe it.

But then the Prophet raised his hand and spoke.

“It’s not easy to believe that you saw it in a dream, but Mr. Wiz’s words themselves are worth believing.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about right now.”

Despite Lillia’s scorn, the Prophet steadfastly continued his words.

“I also prophesied that there are devil worshipers in this place. So Mr. Wiz’s words are worth believing.”

“Really?”

“Of course it’s real.”

“Wow…”

I will turn. Lilia put her head back. Stella, smirking next to her, was annoyed.

“You didn’t just make it up out of nowhere.”

“Of course.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

Be a devil worshiper.

If you think about the ordeal of ‘survive’, it makes sense. But then, rather than actively fighting, shouldn’t it be avoided? Even if you don’t have confidence anyway, force is enough.

“Then you guys go alone.”

“What are you talking about, our amazing Flower Witch?”

Stella grabbed her by the shoulder.

Lilia looked around. From this time on she was a face full of thoughts to move.

I got caught wrong by crazy b*tches. Lilia thought so.

**

Turb.

The sound of footsteps filled the dry cavity. The sound was not one, but many.

“What, nothing.”

“Empty… Empty?”

There was not one voice, but two.

Looking at her flowers Innis, who was dispatched after receiving her urgent telegram, and her Iba, who volunteered to assist her, were the owners of the sound.

“Whoops, weren’t you sure you were going to be here unconditionally?”

“Kheum, sometimes things go wrong.”

If every guess is correct, I will be a fortuneteller. Eva smirked and continued to look around her.

“It’s strange. I thought it would be here…?”

“As you said, sometimes things go wrong.”

Eva scratched her head, resenting her sense of the past, which she felt sure of. Innis, who had been looking at him cutely, immediately turned her gaze around and looked around the inside of the joint.

“Still, I guess I wasn’t wrong at all. It’s definitely a place where there used to be a devil worshiper.”

“Right! I was hit!”

“Okay, okay.”

Innis felt relieved. It was not relieved because there was no life-and-death struggle. Eva was relieved that she hadn’t met a demon worshiper.

The existence of a worshiper must have been a terrible trauma for him. Isn’t it more than twice that I even suffered because of the devil. The devil, too, would be an object of reluctance to him.

Inis was relieved that she would not be hurt again while helping herself.

“Then shall we investigate a little and then go back?”

“Isn’t the place you’re going back to a hotel?”

“Oh no!”

Innis answered with a bashful laugh.

“Of course it’s our house.”

Iva refuted that.

“It’s your house, not ours.”

“Be unkind…”

“I’m not even your family, so what…”

Eva smiled. Innis was glaring at him quite bluntly, as if this was something to be laughed off.

“Okay. I’m sorry. I was too hard on you.”

Innis swung his staff. Along with the flashing light, golden lines spread like a net through the cavity. Perhaps it was investigation magic. It was a ploy to extract the ingredients and find out the magic, mana, blood, etc. In this place.

While performing such magic, Innis asked the apologetic Eva.

“Then can I call you sister?”

“I was wrong, sister.”

“Ah… Not sister, nuna. Me. Say it once.”

Innis asked in a voice mixed with charm. Eva refused with a worm-eaten expression.

“Aren’t you older than me?”

“Another lie!”

“Because it’s real…”

How do you explain this? Eva secretly flew her butterfly while suffering from her headache. By manipulating the magic or mana within her, she intended to make Innis not feel like a demon.

There is no need to tell the bitter truth to her who hates her demons.

There were several scuffles between Eva, who was just trying to fool Innis, and Innis, who wanted to be treated as older by that Eva.

It was a peaceful time.

**

“Mom~ When will unnie come?”

“Someday it will come.”

“Lies! Why don’t you come every time after saying that?!”

“Really.”

The mother smiled bitterly as she comforted the girl.

“Yeah… Really, someday.”

It was more like a voice wishing for something rather than a voice soothing a child. It was a kind of prayer, a longing.

Will the child really come to those who did wrong? Wouldn’t she be a burden to the child who is already living well? It was a wish as a mother who forcibly suppressed such doubts.

“Really…?”

The girl tilted her head in disbelief. His eyes were constantly looking out the window.

The mother felt sorry for such a girl, and was also happy with it.

As she looked out the window, the girl’s head gradually tilted.

“Mom, Mom.”

“Huh? Didn’t I tell you earlier. One day, unnie will really come…”

“Give me that picture frame over there!”

The girl was teasing her mother. Embarrassed, the mother handed over her picture frame. It was a frame with Innis’ article cut out.

“Hmmm… Umm…? Hmmm…”

She looked around at the frame, then glanced at the window, then glanced back and forth, then glanced at the window again.

“mmm…? Ah!”

After repeating that action several times, the girl shouted.

“Mom is a real man!”

“A real man…? What does that mean?”

The girl smiled brightly, got down from the chair she had been up to look at her window, and ran out to the front door.

I don’t know why the child is doing this, so the mother asked. The question was soon resolved.

“Why, why…?”

“Sister is here!”

She didn’t even have time to understand the words. Before she understood, her body accepted. The time her body was moved faster than the time it took her to understand the language.

“Is that true?”

Tears welled up in the mother’s eyes.

“Really! Sister is here”

The girl still smiled brightly and nodded her head.

“With my boyfriend too!”

The mother’s tears entered.