I Possessed the Villain in the Lily Novel

137 – Soldier (3)

I dreamed of reality by sacrificing blood. It was a dream and a reality. So I made it into a dream.

“Wizz!”

But. Couldn’t go back The place where I opened my eyes again was the resting room of the cathedral. It was the same as when I woke up the other day. The temperature of the sunlight outside the window, the urgency of the person talking next to you, and even the feel of the blanket. It was the same as what I had felt before.

“…Why?”

“How worried I was…”

The reality that just existed has become a dream. It was a nightmare. It was a nightmare I would never want to have again. To the point where I was happy every day I struggled to fight the demon of death. At least there was hope waiting at the end, but no matter how far this reality went, there was no hope at all.

He is not himself. Even if he dies, he doesn’t come back. He is not an immortal who travels through time. It was just an immortality that could rebuild my body. If his body disappears completely, reconstruction is impossible.

The time he completely disappeared from this world. He couldn’t stand that kind of time and came back, why.

Why did he come back at this time.

“No.”

I tried to turn the reality that I wanted to be a nightmare into a dream, but it turned into reality again. It doesn’t change. There is no going back.

She ignored Stella’s words and put her hand back on her sword. Now is not the time to listen to her. It’s time to focus on just that…

“No…”

Suddenly.

The sound of a sad day hit my ears. The eyesight turns red and becomes distant.

This was a dream. Bad dream. A dream that shouldn’t be real.

So Wiz cut his throat without hesitation. The intense pain in her neck was nothing compared to the tearing of her heart.

This couldn’t be real. It had to be.

I had to go back.

“Wizz!”

Already the third time, Stella’s urgent calling voice greeted her. Wiz didn’t panic, and she skillfully raised her body without showing any sadness or pain on her face.

She grabbed the handle of the blue sword, the symbol of a warrior. It was placed so far away that it was perpendicular to her own breasts. She was as if she was holding a violin. She grabbed and pressed as the blade came close to her neck like that.

A push, her blood splattered. This time, too, because she was a failure.

This world is wrong. So it needs to be corrected

It is possible if you turn the time beyond this point.

It was the result of a cold-hearted judgment. It was a very rational decision.

The act of going back in time beyond a fixed point of return that has never been experienced before. She just hasn’t been through it until now. It’s not impossible. It is a clear phenomenon that if you try constantly, you will be hit someday. It must be so. It is certainly. Otherwise…..

After a very cool reasoning, Wiz came to that conclusion.

The problem is that he did that cold thought with his heart, not his reason. A heart cold as ice.

The blood from all over her body gathered in her heart as salty, dry, cold water like the sea. The blood is so cold that Wiz can’t sleep, and she has to force herself to open her eyes.

“Wizz!”

No matter how many times she was called by Stella and realized the unchanging reality, Wiz could not sleep. She couldn’t accept the reality and close her eyes.

The reason she closes her eyes is to continue her will, to meet her foolish man who chose her own death to save herself.

I want to punch the liar for breaking his promise to live forever. Then she wants to hold on and cry.

“Wizz!”

That’s why Wiz did it again and again.

“Wizz!”

A couple of times.

Ignoring Stella’s call. Chewing on her impatience and sorrow, she put her hand on her knife.

Cut her throat.

That short time. Not even minutes, maybe seconds. Wiz repeated it enough to collect it and pass the time.

Bondy, the more repetition, the more it wears out the emotions.

The waves of time are so strong that you gradually forget what you were aiming for in the first place. The attitude to achieve the goal is done only by inertia. It makes me forget the name of the firewood that first burned my heart.

But oddly enough, I couldn’t do that this time.

Because the origin of this regression was a simple sense of accomplishment, a sense of duty, guilt beyond irritation or anger.

The more you become aware of it, the bigger it becomes like a snowball. Every time I thought I had failed, I thought of it again and increased my size. Just as a tidal wave gathers nearby seas and grows bigger, it grew as big as the time it failed and blew away, swallowing Wiz.

The storm gradually wears down his spirit. But the will was sharpened.

202Nd. He reached the same number of times as he understood himself. The wear and tear of the mind made it less powerful to control the body.

“Wizz!”

Again, I ignored Stella’s words and reached for her sword.

“…Ugh, ah.”

The stamina lost due to continued regression made me miss it all.

Clink!

In the desolate resting room, the sound of cold steel rang in my ears. Wiz was able to fill his ears with new sounds after a long time.

“…Wiz?”

Wiz reached for his sword casually again. Let’s lift it up again and try to drop it perpendicular to my chest…

“Whee, Wiz! What are you doing!”

Stella hurriedly grabbed Wiz’s wrist. She twisted her wrists in her flick and let her hands go limp. Her blade fell down and she narrowly brushed her leg and hit her floor.

“Let go!”

Wiz rebelled wildly. With her situation now, she resembled a patient who was rioting.

“Let go! You motherf*cker… You motherf*cker… Please! I have to go back!”

“…Go back?”

Stella’s hand, which held Wiz’s wrist, became stronger. It began to contain meaning beyond simple suppression. At first, it was a slight annoyance.

“That, what are you talking about, Wiz?”

“f*ck it! I have to die!”

“Oh, no, just calm down, Wiz…”

“You look so serious?! You feel the same way! Why are you disturbing me…”

“Hoo wiz…”

It was different from usual. Wiz, who was lazy and relaxed, and Stella, who was enthusiastic about everything, the positions of those two were reversed. Wiz stamped her feet impatiently, covered in her tears and spittle, and Stella lazily grasped her wrists.

Broken.

“Close your mouth.”

“Ugh…”

Wiz frowned at her in pain. It was an excruciating pain. Her pain that couldn’t even kill her didn’t help.

“Why are you f*cking? It’s not you, it’s me who’s in a hurry right now. It’s me who waited a long time for only you to wake up without any explanation, huh? What’s the matter, Wiz…”

Swearing between the two was surprisingly not unfamiliar. Ever since Stella taught Wiz her slang words, the two of them have often spat out low, uncharacteristic words at each other.

However, among the vulgar language now exchanged, I couldn’t find any kind energy at all.

“What’s so urgent? To die… Don’t do that. Wiz. Mmm, something seems wrong. This world… What did you dream about? It’s not a big deal, right? Iba and I help you. Can you do it if I give it to you?”

“…”

“Wiz, let’s not do that. Don’t embarrass me like that…”

Stella said, struggling to reason. Because she had her hopes. She was like a thread, but hope was hope.

“Eva is alive… You two concocted something to deceive the world like this…”

Wiz had no answer. She couldn’t even make eye contact with Stella and only avoided it.

“That’s Wiz, right?”

“…”

“Why, why is there no answer…”

A ray of hope was running out. Wiz gave more strength to not let go of that hope. Wiz didn’t even respond with pain anymore.

“That doesn’t make sense! Well, then why did you cut off your wings? Why did you frame it like he’s evil and we’re justice! Uh, you can’t do that unless you have an intention…”

Wiz’s body trembled. Even now, the feeling was clear at the tips of her fingers. The feeling of cutting the branch-like wings, all the vibrations and tenderness felt through her holy sword.

“Otherwise, why did you do that! Why didn’t you dry it!!!”

Stella screamed. She was a heartache under the guise of a question.

“Waaa!!!!!”

Something broke. It was both hope and the strength to stand. She collapsed like a person falling off a cliff. She tried to hold on to Wiz’s clothes or her shoulders, but it was futile.

“…Why…Why…Why…”

Wiz couldn’t answer anything. She lay on her bedside and looked down at Stella, who was crying bitterly. She was cut by her holy sword and was bleeding slightly.

The pure white sheet was mixed with bodily fluids and dyed in a new color. It was a dreary landscape. The fact that your most precious friend resents you, and the fact that you accept that resentment like a punishment for yourself.

I moved my pupils slightly to look at her holy sword. A loathsome sword that protected her citizens but left scars on those dear to her own.

‘If I hadn’t been a candidate for the hero…’

That kind of assumption was meaningless. If it wasn’t for the hero candidate, I wouldn’t have met Stella, and she wouldn’t have met Iba either.

“Why is that… Wiz why… To me, what kind of a kid is Eba… What kind of person… You know everything, but why…!!”

That Stella was spitting her soggy resentment at herself. It was a resentment that was sticky like a lump of blood and could not be washed away. Before coming to Ilios, it was something she could not have imagined at the time. The two cared for and loved each other very much.

“Tell me it’s a lie please…”

If I die from being stabbed by that sword, I’ll be able to make Stella’s resentment a thing of the past.

But it was a reality that would return anyway. Sooner or later, it was a reality.

She had to admit. I can’t go back now Wiz, Stella, and Eva. Creating a family together with these three has become an impossible dream. The hero candidate and the demon king candidate live a harmonious life together. At first glance, the imagination is absurd enough to be thought of as propaganda.

But a world that could have become a reality.

“…Stella.”

“I’m sorry… I’m sorry Wiz… I don’t have the confidence not to blame you… I hate you… I hate you so much right now… I want to kill you… I want you to die… If they all die…”

Wiz put her hand on Stella’s head and opened her mouth. It took a long time for those little lips to open. After a very long time, after hundreds of deaths, in the end.

“…I’ll tell you everything. The Flower Witch and the Magician… It would be better if they listened together.”

Wiz acknowledged the reality. This is not a nightmare It can’t even be a nightmare.

It was a reality that I had to shoulder. It was terrible. Her reality would constantly remind Wiz of her Eva, and it was clear that everyone who knew her Eva would resent her.

That’s a good thing. I’m much happier to suffer like that for the rest of my life. The pain made him feel like atonement, reassuring Wiz.

Wiz chose to stand on the gallows for a break. Rather than work a miracle, she chose to drive her peg through her heart, a harsh reality. It was too sweet a temptation to refuse.

**

“It’s fun.”

Eva muttered as she looked at the numerous elves surrounding her. The Prophet next to her also looked around her nonchalantly with him. I didn’t know if it would be the same as outside the speed.

“What’s going on with round ears in our forest?”

“That nature isn’t yours and you can pass it. Why. Was this f*cking private property?”

“Don’t play around! This is the forest given to us by the sacred World Tree!”

“Wow, it was real estate. I should have marked it with stakes. I didn’t know.”

I wonder if the land documents will not be pushed. As she thought about that, she looked at the elves’ hands, but all they held were spears, bows, and staffs. Occasionally, there were people who showed their bare hands, but they turned their eyes to bring their hands together to shoot something like an energy wave. A guy like that is the most dangerous.

“…So, how did the sinner bring an outsider into this forest?”

“Outsider? Boy?”

Eva pointed her finger at the hooded prophet.

“No! He is a sinner! An outsider means you!”

“Wow f*ck… I’ve always had a complex about being an outsider or something like that, but he touches me like this.”

I couldn’t come up with anything to refute. It was actually true. He would be more of an outsider in this world than anyone else. A person from another world wearing the body of a demon king candidate. It is a difference that does not overlap with anyone else. It was enough to create a fence called the outside.

A corner of my heart felt depressed because of my inferiority complex. It was so devastated that it was even harder to find a place that wasn’t melancholy.

“…I really am not welcome anywhere.”

After taking a deep breath, Eva spread her wings. At first glance, it didn’t look like he would just cut through the road to the World Tree.

A deep black line was engraved on the corners of his eyes. I was tired, but I couldn’t help it.

“Then I’ll pass by force.”