I Possessed the Villain in the Lily Novel

65 – Drowning (13)

It was at a bar in the old town that I met this tramp.

While Lilia was sleeping, she was bored, so she went to a bar because she wanted to do something constructive.

When you think of a bar, you think of a debauched and vulgar image, and it seems far from constructive consistency, but this is not surprisingly the case.

Those who have alcohol flowing in their veins generally have their hearts moistened and become a little more open. They openly express their feelings and easily take others into their arms.

In other words, drunk pups are always talking about something, and they make friends easily.

Woeful rumors, demons, worshipers, vampires, murderers, rumors like that spread in noisy places where people gather.

I stopped by the bar that day to see if there were any rumors about the necromancer. It was absolutely not because I hadn’t stopped by for a drink after a long time without Lilia’s knowledge.

If Lilia had been awake, she would have taken her too and begged for help, and she didn’t move to sleep because she was afraid that she would get drunk and tell the truth.

I was immediately rejected at the bar I went to. It was because of my appearance that I was too young. It’s absurd to think about it again, isn’t this enough to be considered an adult?

There was someone who defended me and bought me a drink. He and I got along right away and burned the day that day.

That person was a tramp who drove stakes into dolls here and there.

Every time the stake was driven into the doll, the monsters in front exploded.

“Oh… That’s interesting. Is that witchcraft?”

“Yes. It’s a remote curse. It looks similar to the spell I told you about last time, but it’s quite different?”

“At a glance, it seems so. This is a magic spell that connects unrelated things to strike, and the magic I taught you before is a spell that strikes using something with a direct string.”

This tramp is said to be traveling all over the world. So he thought he was attempting an ordeal, but he said he was traveling for another reason.

As if he gained various knowledge while traveling, he easily accepted counseling about Necromancers.

This person also taught me the sorcery to deliver blows to the remote controller, which played a big role in guiding me to Whitrum.

What he told me at the same time was that he was being chased by someone recently, so he could sympathize with me. The bum flapped the cognitive-disabling hood he was still wearing and laughed.

“Oh, are you familiar with witchcraft?”

“No, I don’t know at all. Except for the minor fields of magic, not at all. That’s why I’m saying this. Can I ask you something?”

I explained to the tramp the letter that had been brought to this city. ‘The devil who came by train will sink the land beneath the river’. According to Morbe, the sentence itself is the incantation of blood magic.

“…Hmm, yes, I think it can play a magical role, even more so if its blood is human. Devils are beings who want to destroy the world, but if they dig deeper, they are beings who want to destroy humans. It seems to be a spell to entice demons with human blood.”

“Yeah, as expected, you’re very knowledgeable.”

The vagabond looked around for a while, and soon after confirmed that the monsters were no longer coming, he started walking. I followed the footsteps and walked together.

“Thank you hahahaha. If you have any questions, please ask.”

“Then how to destroy witchcraft…?”

“No. Sooner or later, demons will descend upon this city.”

“I’m sure.”

“If you know a little bit about witchcraft, anyone can predict this much. Unfortunately, witchcraft has been treated as a bad practice since ancient times, so it’s still minor.”

The tramp smiled sadly.

“Do you have any magic other than witchcraft?”

“Yes. My specialty is puppeteering. I like it because it goes well with witchcraft. Why don’t dolls and life have many similarities?”

A witch, a puppeteer, a traveling vagabond, and a fugitive being chased. He is a person with a collection of interesting traits.

I want to catch Morbe right now and ask him about this situation, but I was curious right away. Quite a bit of a serious question, a whim made him take precedence.

“Hey, necromancers are basically puppeteers, right?”

“Yes. Human blood is an advanced material for blood magic, and a magician who substitutes a doll with a human body that is good for enticing demons.”

“But does it matter if the corpse you control isn’t human?”

“Of course. A human corpse is the most efficient. A corpse can control anything, so it’s a necromancer.”

I see. If so, it means that the act of manipulating the corpse of a monster like this is possible if it is Morbe.

“This may or may not be the last question.”

I crossed in front of a tramp who didn’t know where he was going. Then he turned to the tramp. The tramp, who suddenly had a wall around me, stopped his steps without panicking.

“I’ve seen before. Necromancers talk in tune with the corpses they control. Can puppeteers share themselves with the corpses they control? Or do they just transfer their consciousness?”

The tramp started walking again.

“It’s not a big deal. You copy multiple consciousnesses and put them only on important dolls. Then, you will create multiple heads identical to yourself. The heads can control multiple corpses just like the main body. They also have individual consciousness, so independent action is possible.”

Aha, that’s right. I didn’t say it out loud this time. I guess I’ll have to keep asking.

Now I’m convinced.

I used to think it was strange. Even though the letter arrived two weeks ago, no accident occurred except for the monsters rampaging at the time of arrival.

But as soon as me and Lilia arrive, as soon as Morbe is captured, the monsters run amok?

Besides, the reason Morbe was caught was because of the sorcery taught by this person. The content of the letter is also witchcraft.

This vagabond is both a shaman and a puppeteer, and is also proficient in the ecology of a necromancer.

I’m in a situation where I’m being chased by someone.

Besides, the heart sounds are strangely regular. Even after going through the battle earlier and moving without rest, there is no change in the heart. This was the same with Morbe, whom we redeemed.

At some point, he was right in front of my nose. Breathing was very bad. He was offended by the scent, which had no scent at all, like an unscented deodorant.

“…May be rude.”

I pulled up her hood. When she saw her face in the shadows, the corners of her mouth went up.

She was a woman with rabbit-like red eyes and white hair, and she was in the hood. She met my eyes and smiled brightly.

“Why did you send the letter, damn.”

“I don’t use this kind of tone well? Ehehehe!”

I put my fist into her face just like that hateful face.

The damned necromancer is the culprit, after all.

This Morbe we caught and the Morbe in front of me are all dolls that resemble the main body infinitely.

A necromancer who has come into contact with the human body countless times, can make a doll that is indistinguishable from a human.

In the meantime, I thought that Morbe had also touched his body and remodeled it a little, but it wasn’t. It wasn’t at the level of modification, but it was all artificial.

And the Morbe we caught must have been given some other duty, and the Morbe in front of me must have been given the duty to come to this city.

I quickly turned around and ran with my eyes fixed on the sky.

I want to kill him right now, but there are things I need to do first.

We need to find Lyla.

Morve her to be by her side.

She’s in her greatest danger right now.

**

Lyla.

True to its name, derived from the name of a purple flower, she was flying with her purple hair waving in the wind.

Today, I want to do something that stands out. It was one of the many emotions that now ruled her mind. Other emotions included inferiority complex, anger, and fear.

I got the status of an archmage, but I just followed the path my master taught me.

There was no direct intention of his own.

Wealth, education, and status, he couldn’t achieve anything on his own.

Even when I was in the forest of elves, when I escaped the forest with her sister, and even until now.

Lyla still couldn’t be proud of herself.

Lila was just fiddling with innocent ears. Her ears are still normally round and round, and the shape of her ears are not different from those of humans.

Remembering the shape of the ears today, Lila looked around her. The city infested with monsters was devastating.

She was prepared from the moment she received the request, but seeing it in person was shocking as well. She is the one who has already died, the one who is on the verge of death, the one who clings to the dead and howls in sorrow.

A city covered in blood, flames and pain was difficult for a naive girl who had a forest as her hometown to endure.

“Ugh…”

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Pushing away her nausea, she swung her staff.

When she first received her request, she was full of expectations. Finally, I can make an achievement that I can proudly show off!

Actually, this dispatch was not even recommended by Master.

Layla, who was stuck in her lab and looked at her magic formula day and night, accidentally came across a letter from her while arranging the desk of her teacher, the Witch of the Lake.

The content of that letter was the story of Whitrum this time.

Laila begged her to dispatch herself to that request. She seemed capable of doing something. She wanted to prove to herself that she was worth something.

She

She wanted to get a track record.

She has achieved results only by herself, not by anyone’s help.

It seemed that only when she had such a remarkable track record could she be proud of herself.

If you can present a proud achievement to yourself, you will surely become more free from the eyes of others.

‘Yes, a free and confident figure like senior Lilia…’

Then I suddenly remembered the image of Lillia yesterday. She was held in the boy’s arms, and the girl’s face was smiling happily.

Awkward. Her body trembled

The dignified girl who has always been confident and proud, has her face relaxed like kids my age. A face he had never seen before.

I was jealous.

Is it because of that? I took my anger out on Eva for no reason. She did nothing wrong with him.

That too, he said some pretty harsh things.

As a theory, I know the fear of demons well, but I know what kind of evaluation they are receiving in the world because of that fear. He knows the pain of someone whose identity is suddenly lost.

Yonke said that too. Lila knows she was trashy and rude a few hours ago.

“Why did I say that…”

I apologized vaguely, but it was a very light apology compared to what I said.

Once everything is sorted out, let’s give a proper apology again. Layla made that promise.

Under the broomstick, in the vast city, a disgusting monster was still wriggling.

Draw a straight line with a cane and shoot magic inducing tin to kill monsters.

“Innis-san and senpai must be concentrating on rescue…”

So, I must remove the cause.

Layla stopped the broom with that promise. Aimed from the start, she circled with her staff over the center of the city.

She launched an azure orb. The total number of the spheres was six. Then, by assimilating the sphere and the perspective, he quickly grasped the problem situation in all directions.

Then she noticed one thing.

“All the monsters are coming out of the river…?”

The monsters that rose from under the building and the monsters that came out of the shadowy hallways all started with rivers. This deep, deep river.

The huge river that symbolizes the city of Whitrum was the center of all this fuss.

Realizing this, Lila flew towards the nearby river with her single breath.

“Wait, this trick…?”

Monsters appearing in the river. Layla knew something about this method. It was not so unfamiliar.

A woman controlling a corpse rising from the river.

Morbe.

I looked at her, who managed to hang her chain on her broomstick, her dangle being her benefactor.

When her eyes met, she just tilted her head.

“…Was it really you who caused it?”

“Oh really~ I didn’t do it?! Why don’t you believe me!”

“Think of what you used to do! No wonder you’re being treated this way!”

“Ah, that’s too much~ It’s really too much! What are you? Then I’m a cabbage! Kyahahahaha!”

“Please shut up…”

Lila sighed and placed her hand on her forehead. Longing for Lillia’s every single action, she often copied Lillia’s movements.

One of them was this expression.

Whenever her head hurt from her troubles, she would put her hand on her forehead and shake her head. The intention to imitate her was permeated into a habit before she knew it.

Morve, who is still evasive and does not help in solving the case, is literally a burden.

She still says things that are as light as a feather and frivolous.

“…? Wait a minute.”

Only then did Lila realize her sense of incongruity.

“Where’s your gag…? What did you say…”

At those words, Morbe smiled broadly. Her smile was bright and eerie. Her red eyes curved like crimson crescent moons.

“Oh, are you quick-witted?”

Challenge.

Morvee fell down as it was, still holding on to her deep smile.

Beyond her back was an infinite expanse of blue. Above her chest, chains and lilas that were no longer tied were decorated in vain.

“Kyahahahahaha! It’s been a lot of fun! Bye!”