I Possessed the Villain in the Lily Novel

36 – Teacher (6)

The cool morning air is good for waking the brain. My head was dizzy and my eyes were dry from reading. It is not rewarding to heal this kind of pain by relying only on regenerative power. I got ready and went outside. Even in this dark city, the dawn will be bright, and it will also be cold.

When I went outside like that, Ekklesia caught my eye. She could not be more than an exemplary nun. To think that she got up in a hurry from dawn like this and even finished dressing up her body. Packing her cool air into her lungs, I spoke to her.

“Sister?”

“Oh, Mr. Iva. What’s going on early in the morning?”

“Sister.”

“Ah, I go for a morning walk every day. I think the sheep is wandering somewhere today, so every morning my eyes open on their own… hahahaha, what about Mr. Iba?”

“I just want to do some exercise in the morning.”

“It’s nice that you’re diligent. But did you sleep well?”

Ekklesia came closer to me, and she stared me in the eye. She brushed my bangs lightly and met her eyes just right. She seemed to fill my field of vision with her beige eyes. The sacred atmosphere unique to priests almost made me withdraw, but I persevered with patience. She, too, puts up with this reluctance and she approaches me. If I withdraw now, it would be rude.

The priest has been worried about the devil since early in the morning. It was early in the morning, so no one to satirize the encounter had risen. The nun was sweating and her hands were shaking, but she didn’t take her interest in me. She is really the right person

“You look tired…?”

“It’s okay. This is my original impression.”

“Sleep is good, right? Sleep is important. For people to function properly…”

“It’s okay. I’m not a child, Sister.”

I smiled and patted her hand away, and Ekklesia still looked at me with a worried look.

“I’ll make you some honey tea later, which is said to be good for sleeping. Enough with me then.”

If you drink that and I really fall asleep, this church will be ruined, Sister. She wanted to say that, but she held back.

The nun stroked my hair a few times, and then she went for an early morning walk. She might be in danger, so she suggested that she go with her, but Ekklesia flatly refused. It seems that he hasn’t gotten used to the aura of the devil yet. Even so, to have tried to break the reluctance to the point of touching my hair, what a great person.

The nun’s black dress melted into the shadows of dawn.

After Ekklesia left, I sat cross-legged on her lawn.

This is a special self-examination method unique to our world, which does not exist in a place where magic is treated only as a study.

Magic in our world values individual imagery to manifest magic rather than systematization built up through formulas. Due to the nature of such images, it is necessary to immerse yourself in the source of magic. You feel your feelings, you feel your aspirations, you feel your source. Everything that composes me supports my heart and becomes a window to the world.

I closed my eyes and checked my body. The stigma engraved on my body, the wriggling harbingers of rebirth, all the foreign things I feel in my body as I breathe in slowly.

He turned his mana to his body with his breath. The surplus magic power left over from turning the magic into the stigma, the magic power, but that small stream of water is too small to manifest magic. But even the smallest stream can flow. It circulated through my muscles, skeleton, joints, blood vessels, and organs, imprinting the power of my entire body in my mind.

The body is my vessel, now let’s know the soul.

My feelings are anger and inferiority.

My wish is to live like a human being.

My source is insignificance.

That’s why I’m jealous and envious.

That’s why I want to go higher.

That’s why I also love other insignificant things.

I knew the human body and soul.

The body and soul are accumulated as individuals spend their lives. Is made

That’s how I trace my memories.

I was drawn to this cathedral called an orphanage, and the word orphan reminded me of the garden of lemon trees.

Thousands of children. Abandoned children. Some parents neglected their responsibilities and left, and many left them before their parents completed their responsibilities. Poor things whose births, which should have been blessed, acted as a curse.

I wanted to become a person. At the same time, I hoped that there would be no people living a life that was not human. Persecution is painful, envy feels self-destruction, and hunger is sad.

I thought it would be nice if at least those born after me lived a life where they didn’t have to feel inferior to things like good looks, highly educated people, geniuses, lots of money, and harmonious families.

I know it’s impossible.

Still, not even trying is defeat. Give up i choose to become a person.

Set foot in an orphanage. At first, children are frightened by my many scars. Showed magic If it catches fire, it’s dangerous, so use magic with water. My dark water, which used to drown and electrocute my enemies, becomes pure soap bubbles for innocent children and embroiders the sky. The short child rides a wooden horse, and the older children become opponents of war games.

Knowing that thin soup and hard bread are tasteless, I bring meat. They also buy lots of vegetables and spices. Cream stew. It was made in sufficient quantity for all to eat. The children made me laugh every time I came. Was it a clever smile made as a gift, or a pure favor? Whatever it was, it didn’t matter. In the end, I just wanted to laugh.

And so the seasons pass, the years pass, the earth goes round and round, the lemon trees grow taller, the children grow taller than my waist, some as tall as my shoulders, and some children become more skilled in their magic.

Another year has passed. I have no property left. Sponsorship of the orphanage and expenditure of personal cultural life. And it was because they were spending too much money on their own magic. Among the mercenaries, I was very industrious, but I was also poor among the poor. Every time Spica bought me food, he told me to pay back someday. I nod my head and order a new menu. She gets angry

The year has passed. Many of my colleagues died. The noisy restaurant became a little quiet.

The year has passed. More colleagues died. This time Spica is also dead. It was due to an attack by another mercenary group. I am furious and kill them. I won’t go to the orphanage for a while because the smell of blood won’t get out of my body.

The year has passed. The orphanage burned down. I’m mad with tantrums, mad with flames, covered with timidity.

Is it a punishment for taking too many lives? Or is it a punishment for being too greedy?

I stopped searching for memories.

The emotions that still remain in me are the ashes poured out from the fire that is me.

Inferiority.

It’s a bit shabby to be empty of a relationship as a last wish. If even love remains, there will be some romance. It doesn’t matter. In a way, it could be that he wished for that wish out of inferiority toward the twins he was in love with except for me. Besides, if you don’t have this inferiority complex, you won’t be able to use magic.

Inhale slowly again. A small stream of water swims through my body. Goes into the heart

I opened my eyes.

When I just possessed it before, I still had a feeling of discomfort in my body, so I couldn’t handle this body with 100% efficiency. After that, I couldn’t fight properly due to lack of sleep. But now it’s different. My body has adapted to it, and the pain of sleep is not so great.

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Perhaps now…

“I can use magic.”

If I could get just a little bit of surplus mana, I’d be able to do something like magic. I’ve been thinking about how to get that surplus magical power.

I got up with a fresh head.

It’s been a while since I started meditating. I could feel the presence across the yard. It means that Ekklesia has been there. I turned my head and saw Ecclesia walking towards this wide lawn. She smiled and waved her hand, and I responded by waving her hand.

But there was one strange thing. It was because he felt one more popular presence besides Ecclesia.

I was able to immediately recognize the identity of the sense of incongruity.

A certain boy wearing a hood that was visible behind the Ecclesia. His footsteps were grotesque, and his manner was suspicious. It was a weak movement, but there were no gaps. Those blue eyes, beautiful like a lake under the full moon, sad like the moonlight reflected on a blade, those fierce eyes.

He informs me that the man I met yesterday is back in front of me.

“Mr. Iba! After all, the station seems to be a meeting square! Oh my God, a poor child was caught in a police station. What is it? “

Ekklesia roared and informed me that she had succeeded in rescuing this one that was wandering today. She may be proud of it on her part, but not on me.

Now she’s taking away the fullness I felt yesterday! It filled her own sense of fullness!

The assassin, who looked around curiously, soon met my eyes. Those blue eyes came to me like lightning.

“What crazy…!”

This crazy guy, no, crazy b*tch, ran at me. As a beast of a wolf, faster than a horse, cutting through the cold dawn air with his hot run. Soon she came up to my nose and lifted her foot.

-f*ck!

A powerful blow echoes across the lawn. But unfortunately, it wasn’t quite as big of a blow as it sounds. Her kick, which aimed at my chest, was prevented from reaching her goal by her arm, which was raised before him.

“Did the police station food taste good?”

“Nice to meet you…! You impostor!”

Unfortunately.

The life I almost saved yesterday is in danger of dying again today.

“It just disappears with the dew of the executioner…”

Ekklesia’s mask is that people are too nice. This crazy bastard is an assassin. A good man doesn’t need help.

Not under the moonlight, but under the dawn, the wolf growled.