I Possessed the Villain in the Lily Novel

146 – Soldier (12)

“…A good deed?”

That sounds funny. I snorted loud enough to displease the old man.

“Don’t patronize anyone. If someone hears it, they’ll think you can do it but don’t.”

The old man chuckled.

“…Wasn’t that a bit of an idiot?”

“If you listen to what the Prophet says, even though his social skills are low, he takes care of the teacher’s words filthy. Would that kind of person ask you to burn the world tree where the teacher is?

It was simple when you think about it. For 300 years, what could be the reason for not subjugating the World Tree directly and keeping it from running out of control?

“Old man, you don’t have the power to kill the World Tree. Neither before nor now.”

What is the reason you asked the disciple you raised to enter the World Tree in order to rely on that terrible devil’s power?

“You’re already on the verge of dying.”

I still couldn’t hear the heartbeat of the old man. Just as a clock’s broken spring takes more than a second to move a second hand, his heart was unfit to operate his body. He already broke down and didn’t work properly. He’s not just a heart. All of his organs were like that.

He was already an unsuitable foundation for growing the crop of time. To the point where you don’t know if the bloomed time will rot and die at any time.

“The Prophet probably thought you were already dead. So he didn’t hesitate to ask for that?”

“…That’s what the disciple asked for.”

“Yes, even if you don’t tell me, I already thought about burning the World Tree.”

But that time is not now. Like this old man, I also have to use the World Tree.

“Just hold on for one year.”

The old man’s expression hardened. His body was as stiff as wood and stone before, but now he looks even better than before. It could just be because of the mood. But I felt that way.

“You idiot, what did you hear about me? It’s a mess outside right now…”

“The world has always been a mess.”

No matter how peaceful the world may seem, there is unhappiness for each individual.

When the causes of the individual’s unhappiness overlap, people often call it a disaster.

“It’s just what you saw this time. It’s not just you. I’ve seen a lot of other mayhem. …I know what happens when the demon of death appears. I know how terrible it is.”

The World Tree is not the only disaster. Those terrible eyes. The eyes where the memories of meeting each other are still vivid, the eyes where even the feeling of melting at the fingertips was memorable. That’s a bigger disaster for me now.

I have a responsibility not to resurrect the demon of death.

This was a kind of compulsion and commitment. Be thorough. With that heart, I hid my existence and abandoned the human relationships I had built. Are you afraid of another risk here and give up on this? It’s crazy.

“So I won’t go out now. This resolution is firm. Like a tower on sand.”

But unfortunately, madness was also my specialty.

“And aren’t the elves the ones who were happy based on that World Tree? Personally, it’s so fun and happy that those bastards feel unhappy with the World Tree.”

It is a bad habit to feel happy with the misfortune of others. But for me, who has lived my whole life with an inferiority complex, it is an inseparable happiness. Whether the opponent is near or far. It warms my heart whenever I see people who have gone through something similar to what I went through. It was especially satisfying to see those who were in high places fall.

At the same time, it is very unpleasant. Low happiness is always accompanied by a sense of self-doubt. I feel like I’m getting lower than I didn’t even exist. More than anything, there is nothing good about having a lot of unhappy people. I understand that the world is only going to get tougher.

It’s too sweet to not feel that way.

“But that doesn’t mean you can’t ignore others… Humans are social animals.”

Even these contradictory feelings were truly human. This too was satisfactory.

“So, convince me.”

I am fickle. You can easily become happy with the misfortune of others, and you can easily empathize and get angry. How blissful it was to be struck by a disaster with the world tree that the noblest elf had revered all their lives. However, it is pitiful to think that an innocent sacrifice will be offered again because of this.

What should I choose? It’s a worrying thing. How far should I throw away my promise for those who have no one to know?

“Old man. I heard you were chosen by books to change the world too? Prove it. If you want to change the world because of me, try changing me first.”

The superiority of the conversation was reversed, and I spoke with great vigor.

“Crazy…”

“Crazy is crazy. Half crazy.”

**

The grace of the World Tree.

This is the name that elves call when talking about the abilities bestowed upon them.

“Is this…?”

“It’s prison, senior.”

The skill that overpowered the outsider who came to Daesoorim at once was also a blessing.

The village’s guards are virtually meaningless as most of the villagers live leisurely. Was a member of it.

Today was the second work in my 200-year life. The first is chasing the sisters who have gone outside.

The guard laughed proudly when he saw Lilia who had just woken up outside the prison.

Since the age of 15 when his special abilities were fully developed, the guards have been honest and devoted to grace. Meant that it was done.

I didn’t do anything productive, skipped reconnaissance, and only accepted that grace. Although it has not made any progress in its 100th year. Nonetheless, he continued to train his superpowers.

It was the greatest achievement of his life and he was proud of it.

200 Years is when you focus on one skill for enough time to accomplish a great feat. In a sense, it could be said that it was a state of art, but besides training, I wasted the day drinking with friends or hunting for boredom.

The only constructive act during play was that practice.

Since the ability was not a skill that could be passed on to future generations or a general purpose skill, there was no great development from the overall point of view of the elves.

But the guards weren’t embarrassed at all. The more he spent his idle days, the more opportunities he could have achieved faded away day by day, but he had no regrets.

Most elves lived like that.

I wasted a lot of time meaninglessly.

No, since I was able to catch an outsider like this, in his case, it was at least meaningful.

“…Caught.”

“Yes. You must have been very tired. You woke up after quite a while.”

The guards were happy. Because of the grace of the World Tree, he was able to capture the sinful unbelievers.

It was a terrible situation outside because of the person who bestowed the favor, but that was not the slightest bit important. What does it matter? The important thing was that the life he had walked now was not meaningless.

A satisfied smile appeared on his lips. It was the moment when the sun went down and the sunrise came up again.

The blinding sunlight illuminated the inside of the prison, and Lillia’s eyes shone. It was still beautiful. But this time, her eyes were different from those of Lilia. Stella’s eyes, shining like morning stars, were exactly that.

“Why are you here?”

Stella woke up earlier than Lilia. The reason I didn’t open up until now was simply to make up my mind. He noticed that his condition was deeply irrational. But his heart was not easily calmed down.

“I-I’m here to find my sister…”

I was quite taken aback when the warrior candidate, who hadn’t had a one-sided relationship, spoke comfortably, but Layla didn’t care much and answered.

“Sister?”

“Ah, didn’t you know, senpai?”

Layla pointed her finger at the still-sleeping Prophet.

“This is my older sister… I’m not sure why she’s wearing a cognitive-disabling hood…”

Lillia took off her hood in surprise. All this time she knew she was a man and she was reluctant so this was her first contact. Inside the hood, a face so beautiful that it took your breath away for a moment came out. Light green hair with white skin. Typical elf appearance.

“…The green witch?”

She was a green witch who reached six witches in the shortest period of time. She travels every time, so she doesn’t even participate in the meeting properly….

Lillia finally understood why the Prophet was good at magic such as portals, location tracking, and sealing. Did she practice magic to carry out the prophet’s work, or did her study of magic accidentally help with that task?

Her successive relationship was unknown, but her great magic skills were steadily explained with that authority.

Layla looked at the Prophet with her face revealed. She remembered her older sister, who had set fire to the forest one day and cut off both of her ears with a knife, asking her to leave the forest together. Her cropped ears are now grown, but her carved scars remain.

Why is my sister here? She still couldn’t understand why she came back to this terrible forest. In that respect, she felt grateful to her master, who was still asleep. She wouldn’t have been able to reunite like this now if it hadn’t been for the necklace that Minerva had given her as a gift.

In fact, neither Ryla nor the Prophet knew that there might be a tracking spell in the necklace. Thanks to him, she was reunited before the Prophet was punished by the Elves. Although she was eventually caught…..

“As expected, I shouldn’t have come to a place like this… In the end, only unfortunate things…”

Layla looked around here and there with a worried gaze. She had a feeling that there might be a way out somewhere.

Boom! Someone’s angry kicks hit the iron bars. Layla shook her head and bowed her head.

“Senpai like that… Why did you come here…?”

That answer came from Stella, not Lilia. Her eyes twinkled like stars and were cold as space. She burned cold like a winter star.

“To find Eva.”

“…Yes?”

Her gaze was not on Laila as she answered. It was stuck on a hateful tree that was clearly visible from here, beyond the window.

A giant tree whose reach is unpredictable. Branches closer to the shape of the root than the branches of a common tree. There, even now, the flowers bloom and fall, and the leaves pile up and disappear repeatedly. The image of forever carving the four seasons into my body and paradoxically eliminating the flow of time.

“What is that…”

The sky changed once more before Lila could finish her answer. There was no great change like the setting sun. It was just that the sky turned black as if rain clouds were coming. The night sky floated in the middle of the dry sky, resembling the shape of ink dissolving into the sea.

Many people did not realize that the way the World Tree managed eternity was deliberately changing time. This is not the power of the World Tree.

“…Is Mr. Iba alive?!”

That’s Stella’s power.

Supernatural abilities are not exclusive to elves. What she did after waking up early was not just clearing her mind. The preparation for superpowers was also something he had done.

A constellation was drawn in the night sky. From the asteroid of B-612 to the star called Earth. Clear and small things continued to frighten the night sky.

“Yes, I’m alive… Because I’m still alive… Because you woke me up the other day, because you found me…”

Muttered bright yet hot words.

“I’ll go find it this time.”

The starlight approached them. It was the speed of light. The blocked ceiling was not a shield. The window of light defied the laws of physics and approached to be observed by Stella.

Lila felt her body float. Lilia too. She did not know that she would feel this again before the time she could call a long time had passed.

“…Eh?”

“This is…”

“Oh!”

“Oops!”

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People who had been sleeping also woke up from a strange sensation. Suddenly, the light faded again. Picking up the many figures in it tightly.

After taking her back into her own arms, she moved it to another place. Just as a child picks up soil and moves it to another sandy beach, the starlight hands carried them.

It happened in an instant. Literally, it happened in the blink of an eye.

I looked up and saw the world tree in front of me.

Stella grinned and muttered as she felt the wind once again laden with the scent of the forest after she was released from prison.

“This body appears…”

I shut my mouth again. He squeezed the sadness between his tightly pursed lips.

“…Isn’t it too much to quote?”

She forced the corners of her mouth up and looked at the demon in front of her eyes. She imagined the demon to be in it.