I Possessed the Villain in the Lily Novel

23 – Fallen Death (6)

As the sun went down, the hallways were crowded with people moving around, as if the witches’ work and studies had come to an end.

As I walked around the Witches’ Association, I felt two things for sure.

However, Lilia is receiving considerable envy.

Should I say the popularity of a woman who became the youngest witch? Lillia was 14 years old, so she had achieved what would normally be a witch in her early to mid-twenties, at about the age I look on the outside. There is no monthly class like this. I was running as a mercenary when I was 14, but it’s a very different life.

Kyle Devoutier, where the Witch Association is located, also serves as an academy for training witches. Since it is such a place, Lilia must be an object of longing for those who aim for witches. She is a witch who has already achieved great success at her age.

Eyes were focused on every path we went.

It wasn’t just Lilia’s existence, it was also mine.

What I felt here The second thing is that male exclusion is severe.

“Why is Lilia-sama with a man…”

“You said he was hired as a servant? Why a man?”

“I don’t think there’s anything useful for enhancing magic…”

I would have said it quietly, but unfortunately I heard it all. hahahahaha, look at those friends who are really free to tease their mouths. Is it youthful indulgence? Sometimes, there are many times when the educated bastards do more than the uneducated ones.

If they knew that I was a devil, they would shut their mouths and say that they would use seeds as seeds or be damned to experiment. No, I’m not a devil, I’m a man. Oh, now these b*tches just see me as a normal guy, aren’t they passing the ordeal? After all, nothing in the world is useless. If the ugly gossip of those b*tches now can benefit me, I’ll listen to them curse again and again.

Now, the voice of overcoming trials, come here. Can’t you hear me? I can’t hear you.

“Ignore them, they’re just idiots. I still can’t get witch status because I think like that.”

“You look like you’re of the right age, right? It’s normal that you’re not good enough at that age. You’re special.”

“There’s no need to cover it up. Just because you use some magic, you think you’re smart. There are many things in the world that can’t be solved with magic.”

Lilia whispered to me, clicking her tongue, as if she was genuinely disgusted and lamented by the attitude of her junior witch apprentices. She is a senior, but she should love her juniors. Of course, it was her juniors who got hurt, not me, so she was relieved. After all, it’s love for acquaintances rather than love for her juniors.

“But why do they hate men?”

“…A society of witches is all about beauty and magic skills. But men are naturally difficult to use magic, and their appearance is less beautiful than women’s.”

Oh, so you mean that magical achievements and beauty that are valued in the society of witches are all inferior and disliked? Somehow, among the wizards in the novel, there were no males. It’s not that I didn’t show it on purpose, it was something that couldn’t have happened originally. In novels, men rarely appear, so this is an unknown setting. It is a different part of our world. Is it because the mana is the same and the system for expressing magic is different?

That’s a pretty good reason. This is because most social groups consider the elements they can do superior, and reject other groups lacking them as uncivilized. It’s amazing. What’s so different In the end, if you cut your throat, you and I will look the same. Oh, i’m not anymore In the end, there was no difference between my previous life and here.

“The poor sense of choice is disgusting. Do you think this small floating castle is their whole world?”

Lilia was tougher than usual. Her disgust was stronger than when she had witnessed my bathing before, and it outweighed all the accusations against the man she had spat out. It was sincere. It was an aversion as heavy as a lump of metal sinking into the depths of the sea.

While thinking over Lillia’s words, I suddenly lost my senses.

“Hey, honestly, am I not pretty? Besides, men don’t like you, so what…”

“What?! No, is he crazy? Are you pretty or am I pretty? And my hatred is a well-founded hatred for a good reason!”

“I’m proud of you, crazy b*tch!”

After that, they bit each other a little more.

As we were swearing at strangers, giving and receiving curses at each other, the stuffy and stuffy atmosphere from earlier disappeared before we knew it. Deokdam is a good thing.

“They were swearing at me in the first place, so why are you angry?”

“That, that’s… Ah! We’ve arrived!”

After talking like that, we arrived at the association’s office. Now Lilia will go in, explain her circumstances, and get one or two of her dorm rooms or something.

“I’ll go in and take care of it, so you’re waiting here… No. There’s a library over there? Wait there.”

Lilia seemed to be worried about the attention being focused on me, so she recommended a quiet place to pass the time. Just in time, I was wondering what books witches read. To think deeply about the ordeal, I moved to the library.

**

The large hollow was filled with books and bookshelves. Even bookworms will not be able to get up here, being crushed by the air pressure of the type. It was an overwhelming amount of books that I could have imagined.

The amount of books was good, but the layout was also impressive. Is it because it is a city of witches? Some bookshelves were floating in the air as if flying on a broomstick. Thinking about how to get a book like that out and read it, I glanced at other witches choosing books. If you tell her what book you want, the librarian moves her wand to take it out, or she searches for the book you want in a nearby crystal ball and takes it out and reads it herself. Of course, he needed a cane to pull out and read on his own.

I didn’t have much of an option for me, who was a staff and a nerd, and I didn’t have a single magical power left from suppressing this sh*t regenerative ability. Of course you go to the librarian.

“Hey there.”

“Yes… Hig? Yes, yes?!”

The librarian was the one who grew her curly brown hair long. Her messy hair was covering her eyes as if she hadn’t taken care of it. Perhaps he was surprised by the man’s sudden talk, but he put on a very nervous expression. Next to her, I saw a mountain of books and notes scattered here and there. She wondered if it was probably something she was reading rather than a book she would manage later.

“Muh, what’s going on?”

I wondered if it was something I would be so nervous about, but if I had been here since my witch apprenticeship, it meant that I had been living with only women for almost 10 years, so it was only natural that the man wasn’t used to it. But the bad feeling was still there. Whether it’s rejection or fear, it’s there. I replied, frowning so that I could tell.

“I want to read a book that records the trials of the sage…”

“Ah, ah! You mean an ordeal? I’ll prepare it soon..! That’s why, please don’t stare at me so scary…”

“Yes? What? I can’t hear you. Please hurry up.”

“Yes, yes!”

The librarian quickly moved her wand and took out about 5 books from the bookshelf floating in the notary on her right and handed them to me.

I heard whispers of violence and savagery around me. She glared at him, too, and bit her jaw. Be nice kid You read my meaning implied in your gaze.

“That… ID.”

“Here.”

“Hey, flower witch? Did she plant seeds?”

“Yes, I think so. Anyway, can I take this and look at it?”

“Mu, mumu, of course! Joe, have a good time!”

I took the book and sat down in the farthest corner to open it. It wasn’t caring for others, it was caring for myself. The eyes were so unpleasant that I couldn’t stand it. What is the man glancing at? Did I possess because I wanted to be possessed by this kind of novel?

Graffiti painted among famous paintings, herons walking among swans, mugwort among lilies. Among the colorful and beautiful things, the appearance that stands out so much. That’s me now

I really like it. In the end, I will be the one who survives. No matter how much you suppress and treat me as a lowly thing, I will be recognized in the end.

I read a little bit of the book and closed it. It was a book for highly educated people, so it was full of terms that were too difficult for me, who had just learned the language. Then I closed my eyes and tried to think of the ordeal, and then I quit. Because if I closed my eyes, I would fall asleep.

So I opened my deeply bloodshot eyes and thought.

‘To be recognized as not being a devil… Do I have to kill the same devil?’

Or at least a devil worshiper level. Isn’t there a saying that if you are an enemy together, you are a friend. If I build a sense of solidarity by having the same enemy, I will be able to be recognized that I am not a devil.

The location is just right. The Witches’ Association, a group crazy about all sorts of bizarre magic research. There are probably not a few people who want to reach out to the devil and improve their magic. Because it’s a witch The group with the most kills of demons and the most outgoing group of devil worshipers.

Even in the original novel, there were quite a few developments in which some of Lillia’s fellow witches became devil worshipers and betrayed them. Shall we find the witches there and offer their heads to the president? No. No murder Because contempt for life is one step closer to becoming a devil.

To control my mind once again, I unfolded the typeface. My head is dizzy. Sleep is coming Even this is an ordeal. Life is a series of trials. Trains are continuous… Trains are fast… Fast is the speed at which this bastard comes to sleep… It’s f*cking sleepy.

“Are you interested in the Trial of the Sage?”

“Yes?”

At some point, a girl was sitting next to me. She was staring at me with her chin on her chin. I know this girl She’s someone she’s never seen in a newspaper before.

“…The witch of the lake?”

He was the one who complained that the number of young people who challenge the sage’s ordeal is decreasing every year.

By the way, since when have you been by my side? I can be proud of myself because my senses are quite sharp. But I didn’t notice it at all. He was sitting next to me without even knowing it.

“Yes~ I am the witch of the lake~!”

“Do you have any business with me?”

“I accidentally witnessed you looking for a book about the trials of the sage earlier? So I came running in a month! Do you have any plans to take the trials?”

The Witch of the Lake pressed her face close enough to be unnerving. It was far better than hate or fear. The whole does not always represent the individual. Not all witches reject men. But it was all uncomfortable.

This person is too weak to be excluded. He approached with the momentum that his lips could touch. I turned my head and replied.

“I already got it…”

“Oh~ Really? Thanks! Actually, I’m taking on the challenge too? Even though I’ve been stuck in the association for five years because of my research, for now! I’m on the challenge!”

“Please be quiet in the library.”

“Oh, I forgot. Sorry, I’ll be quiet.”

The Witch of the Lake put her index finger to her mouth and she made a shhhhh gesture. She seems insane.

“Master, let’s get up now. We don’t have time.”

“Oh~ are you here? Hey, listen, listen! You know? This boy is challenging the sage’s ordeal!”

“Yes, that’s very interesting. By the way, Master? Please be quiet in the library.”

The witch approached us and drew her line with her wand. One at the Witch of the Lake’s mouth, one at her chest, one at her feet, parallel.

Then a cloth formed in the direction of the line, and it wrapped tightly around the witch of the lake. Dealing with Master Ji is rough. However, looking at the conversation earlier, it seemed that there was no problem with treating him like that.

Calling the witch of her lake her master, her witch then pulled her by her hand and dragged her to her land, then greeted me with her.

“Excuse me. Let’s go.”

“Uh, uh uh… Go inside carefully.”

In the face of real madness, my tiredness and inferiority are like fireflies in front of a flame.

“The Witch of the Lake and her Disciples…”

I knew them. They were the witches who were the protagonists of the main episodes of Volume 12.

I didn’t know about the witch of the lake because there was no illustration, but the student definitely remembers it. Lillia’s junior, the purple witch Lyla. She is, of course, one of many people who have a crush on Lilia. This crazy novel has so many harem members.

By the way.

‘Lilia, why is she so late again?’

Lilia still hasn’t come.

I went to build a room. What is it?

**

“You must be late.”

“Sorry.”

“No what…”

“Wait, come to think of it, why should I be sorry?”

“What the f*ck.”

Lilia is right. Lilia has nothing to be sorry for. The problem was created by the person before me.

I came out of a room filled with fancy ornaments, famous paintings, and jewels, and Lilia was sitting. Everything was luxurious, rare, and beautiful. So did the person who made this room. This room was not like a dorm. If they had the money to decorate all the rooms like this, the Witches’ Association would have dominated all the wealth in the world.

The person sitting in front of us, the chairman, said shamelessly while grooming the doll. It was a sewing doll in the shape of a dog.

“I’m a guest, but I can barely sleep in the dormitory.”

Eolssigu.

“Is this correct?”

“Isn’t that a good idea? I think it’ll be okay to socialize and relieve fatigue.”

The reason Lilia was late was because she had a quarrel with the chairman while renting her room. And the result of the scuffle ended with the president’s victory. Again, there is no business in front of power.

“hahahahaha! That’s a great idea. I’ve never had a pajama party, so thank you for your consideration.”

“Huh, thank you for saying that.”

“I’m being sarcastic, sir.”

Fresia won the scuffle, and I and Lilia stayed in Fresia’s room. For reference, this is a very spacious one-room studio.

I can’t understand the thoughts of high-ranking people. I guess it’s because we’re different since we were born.