I Possessed the Villain in the Lily Novel

19 – Falling Death (2)

“Demon? Am I talking about that?”

Did the alarm go off because I am a monster with demonic traits? I poured out my doubts to Lilia.

“No, that’s not true. There must be countless monsters like you besides you, but if you rang each one of these things, this wouldn’t be the Witch Association, but the city of noise.”

Monsters, unexpectedly human organisms that are naturally strongly influenced by magical powers or have inherited some of the characteristics of demons.

Monsters are enemies of humans, but they are also excellent livestock. It is very good as a combat or magical medium. That’s why witches and wizards attach various magical restraints and use monsters as servants. The reason I was able to follow Lilia was because she registered me as her squire on her papers.

In other words, originally, monsters are not affected by this detection system. Otherwise, this loud bell would ring every time witches with monsters came.

Then what am I? Why did the security system work just because I set foot here?

“Then I…”

Does that mean I became a demon?

“It’s obvious. You assholes, don’t you take care of any of your sensing systems?”

No.

“What are you talking about?”

“Even if the demon ratio is slightly higher, it must have made the bell ring. The demon didn’t even descend directly, but made it ring? You idiots.”

Lillia has been spitting out her witch-hating remarks throughout here, even though she is a witch herself. And even now. The reason for the hatred can be roughly guessed. Hers must be trouble related to her very own mentor, ‘Akera’.

I raised my gaze to see the brooms densely embroidering the sky, the female figure there, the flowing robes and broad-brimmed hats. Standardized characters, like a collection of stereotypes of the image of a witch. I don’t have any particular ideology to reject witches, but seeing them swarming like that makes me feel stuffy.

But wait.

Witches gather like this just because an alarm sounded? Witches obsessed with my studies or apprentices struggling to get their witch degrees reacting so quickly? Aren’t you putting it off to someone else because you’re bothered?

Sometimes there are witches who are peculiarly crazy about justice or morality, but most of them are selfish.

They are not a tribe that exhibits such collective behavior.

It must have been waiting in advance.

But that doesn’t mean there’s nothing to do and there’s no way there’s a person who’s comfortable enough to wait.

In other words, those personnel are not witches.

My prediction was correct. When I looked closely, each person sitting on the broom felt vague and artificial. Either a doll or an illusion. Either one.

No, it’s definitely a doll.

A witch who uses this kind of magic appears in the original story.

The puppets raised their wands and pointed them at us.

Yes, that’s us. It wasn’t just me, but even Lilia who brought me was hostile.

“Those crazy puppets can’t tell the difference between people and just attack them?”

In response, Sera Lilia also pulled out her staff.

Soon there will be a fantastic magic show that will wreak havoc on this landing pad. The sound of the alarm, the sound of the ground being smashed, the sound of a cane cutting through the air, the sound of a doll’s ball joint, and the sound of various magic starting up all mixed together to turn the study space into a noise festival.

Because I don’t really enjoy fighting – I don’t know what kind of disadvantage I might have if I cause damage here and I’m not a witch – I quietly backed away.

Wait a minute, wouldn’t Lilia have to deal with an accident anyway? Because I came here as Lillia’s squire. Isn’t the seed’s fault the owner’s fault? Also, Lilia wouldn’t mindlessly break that doll. I’m sure it’s okay to break it, so I’ll be confident like that.

Thinking back, the fight looks so much fun. I tried to move the steps I had taken backwards back to Lillia’s side. Suspension will make me pay for the sin of treating me as a demon, a normal person.

At that time,

A shadow jumped out of the crowd of brooms that filled the sky.

The speed was so fast that I could barely follow it with my eyes. In the blink of an eye, in that short time, it snatched my arm.

A sudden sense of floating enveloped my body.

It wasn’t just the feeling of floating. So was the wind. The wind was sharp and thick.

In front of the overwhelming speed, the air wrapped around me as a heavy and hard wall as if tearing my skin rather than giving me the grace of providing oxygen.

I’ve never flown so fast in my life.

I couldn’t breathe. My head is dizzy.

Where are you going? What’s the purpose?

Several questions filled my head. I couldn’t figure out the question. The time to roll my head died in the haze that oppressed my body.

I felt like I was about to pass out from lack of oxygen.

The lack of air in the brain caused the disconnection of consciousness.

Sleep is coming.

The physical rest I longed for so much.

And the beginning of ruin.

In the last battle with the devil, I knew for sure after regenerating runaway.

This body can cover the forest in just an instant.

When this body loses consciousness and regeneration runs rampant, it usually does not end in a catastrophe. The last nap was lucky.

This body, which is unknown how far it can expand, is not an ordinary dangerous object.

As an illegal resident who came into this world, as a traveler who came to this world, I have an obligation to respect the order of this place.

I raised my head and looked up. Although I couldn’t see it because of the backlight of the sunlight, it was clear that the kidnapper was not a doll.

I don’t know the purpose. This person who snatched me may have a goodwill toward me, or he may be hostile.

It doesn’t matter.

I want to live like a human being.

If I rampage like a monster, the humans here will subjugate me without mercy.

Even though I have the body of a monster, I don’t want to live like a real monster, and even more so I don’t want to die.

The bones of his right arm were twisted and regenerated. Between the index and middle fingers, a bone as sharp as a knife stretched out and grew. It was about 80 cm long, a blade made of bone.

For these three weeks, I had time to study the letters of this world and at the same time explore my body and abilities. These regeneration controls are also much more sophisticated and refined than before. In addition, several other skills were trained.

I cut off my left arm, which was held by the blade of my right arm.

Suddenly.

A thin line was drawn on the shirt with a relentless cutting sound, and soon the line made hot blood gushing out. I let go of the only rope that held me in the sky.

The crash has begun.

The wind that was blowing from my left side started blowing right under me. This is because the air flow changed depending on the direction I was going. From a kidnapping without a purpose, it became a fall with a clear purpose.

There is a reason we did this.

The fact that you shouldn’t be knocked out is an obvious reason.

More than that, the anti-goal sentiment was strong.

“Eat your sh*t, you kidnapper!”

It’s too twisted to be easily caught.

**

Caught.

“Hah damn this caught me.”

“You’re crazy. Falling yourself from that height.”

“What?”

Shortly after the attempted fall, the kidnappers chained me all over and secured me to a broomstick. After that, it was faster to get here than to try another defiance. I have been transported to this place like that.

With unbending disgruntled eyes, I glared at the kidnapper, who was leisurely drinking coffee in front of me.

She was a woman with silver hair cut down to her shoulders, and a dress pants and shirt that showed off the lines. A robe was not worn, slung slanting over her shoulders, and her witch’s hat was adorned with gold thread and jeweled decorations.

The person in power I shun. They were that kind of people. Other people to avoid include rich people, geniuses, and people with outstanding looks.

Everyone in front of me was applicable.

“If it’s the chairman, can I just kidnap people?”

The identity of my kidnapper was the president of the Witch Association.

She took one sip of coffee without responding to my criticism. As she enjoyed the scent, she opened her half-closed eyes and looked at me with sparkling diamond eyes.

“When I tried to escape earlier…”

“Yes?”

“Why did you cut off your arm and not mine when you tried to escape?”

Did you get the position of president by being good at answering alumni? Now, I asked the question first. So, I also responded in the same way.

“Do you think you’ll look charismatic if you chew on people’s words, drink tea, and talk bullsh*t?”

Of course there was.

The composure and charisma unique to those who rule. She had it all

However, the more I see such a person, the more I become angry, the judgment is twisted, and the rebelliousness rises. A thousand fires like the sun were boiling deep in his heart.

It’s because he was a yellow slave who plotted to assassinate his master.

I wasn’t very impressed when I read it as a novel, but I can understand it right in front of my eyes.

He is elegant, dignified, beautiful, and charismatic.

It is rare to find someone who gives this kind of feeling just with their appearance.

They must be the so-called blessed ones.

The stars must have sang when they were born. If it rained, it would have been a song of praise, and if it had snowed, it would have become a sonata.

“Lilia is also very special. She makes a man like this her servant. So? Why didn’t I cut off my arm?”

“What kind of enemy did you lose to your arm… Then would you cut off the arm of an unknown person in order to escape? It’s better to cut off my arm because it will grow back anyway.”

Crime is committed only when it is unavoidable, when life is in danger or when there is no room for it. I can afford to cut my own, but there is no reason to cut other people’s. When Innis was kidnapped, he thought he would die if he didn’t. Even now, I feel sorry for that, so I am confident that I will forgive Innis no matter what.

At my words, the chairman covered his mouth and smiled.

“Whoops, that’s right.”

I’m angry again because he doesn’t look good. You kidnapped me, but your face is pretty. I am different from Innis. I won’t fall for Stockholm Syndrome.

“For a devil, he’s very kind.”

“What a demon. I’m a human.”

The president laughed as if it was absurd.

“Do you think that would make sense?”

“Lilia said. The one that triggered the alarm earlier is out of order…”

Before I could finish my words, the president poured holy water on my hands. It’s a real holy water. Holy water in a silver bottle decorated with an ornate lion.

“Oh sh*t… Huh?”

That hurt.

“Is holy water sick?”

“No.. No why…?”

“Why don’t you say that again? Human?”

No matter how much a monster is, holy water won’t hurt you. It’s because all life besides the devil is protected by God. Yes. All except demons…

I am the devil.

I wanted to scream madly like a philosopher who realized the truth, but I endured it because our great president was in front of me.

“There was a misunderstanding. I am a person with a demonic body.”

“hahahahaha! You didn’t even know you were a demon until now.”

“Unless you’re a teenager, you usually don’t think you’re a demon, right?”

“Aren’t you curious why you became a demon?”

“Of course I’m curious.”

I took the posture of listening. I needed to warm up my body to calm my mind and body. I just caught my eye on coffee, so I drank it. It was very warm. I am a guest, and I deserve to be treated to a cup of tea.

“It’s shameless to drink what someone else drank.”

“That’s why I should have treated you in advance. You were the only one drinking it shamefully. It smells good. Where is it from?”

“Do you know if I tell you?”

“Similar to Southern Salustia.”

“What…?! That’s right.”

The president was taken aback.

Of course, I don’t know where it is. In the novel, the coffee the president drinks often is said to be from there, so I just said it once.

How do you classify production areas for things like tea? I can’t tell the difference between my production map. Even the car knows my hometown and parents, but I don’t. He’s even a demon now. Oops sad

The chairman raised his cane. I wondered if he had been whipped out with a cane, but surprisingly, he used it for its intended purpose. With a quick glance, several pieces of paper flew from her work desk and landed on the table. I heard and read one of them, and it was a report on the devil worshiper subjugation case that took place three weeks ago.

This is the first incident I experienced after coming here.

“Most people don’t know.”

Among the papers she put up, there was a document with many underlines and notes in particular. When I picked it up, it was a detailed report of the fact that the demon had been subdued.

“There is a law that, when the main body of a demon dies, if there is an entity with characteristics of a demon that has been subdued in the vicinity, that entity will inherit the demon.”

Hey, this is the first time I’ve heard of this. There was no such explanation in the original. How do i know Even Lillia and Innis didn’t say anything, so it seems they didn’t know at all.

“Why is this important information not known?”

“Because, as you said, it’s important. If this information is released, won’t someone try to become a demon themselves?”

“Aha.”

That’s right. It is better not to give information that you cannot handle.

I was thus told the shocking truth of my identity. A person who was the body of a monster, but now has become a demon. Although he has the appearance of a child, he has the heart of a young man inside, and although he was a test subject, he has the emotions of a slave and a mercenary. Children and adults, humans and demons.

When there are so many identities, it becomes a minority.

This is how I became an identity minority.

The person in front is a s*xual minority.

“Now I understand why you were kidnapped.”

She is, of course, as gay as she is a character in the Lily novel.

From nob le mt l dot com

President of the Witch Association, Precia, the Witch of the Silver Lion.

She had a crush on her teacher Akera,

“To say that a prestigious flower witch dragged a man, and that man is a devil, is absolutely unacceptable.”

After she died, she was the one who devoted her affections to her disciple, Lilia.

As expected, the man in the lily novel is like a villain in many ways.

Thank you for adding one more identity, damn.