I Possessed the Villain in the Lily Novel

66 – Drowning (14)

Layla watched the woman fall into the river, devastated.

If you look at the situation alone, it’s a pretty heartbreaking situation, but the feelings Layla feels are clearly different from that kind.

“No…”

Her eagerly outstretched hand just wandered in the air behind her. A sloppy voice did nothing to overcome the situation.

The speed of gravity far exceeded her reaction speed, and her impatience actually slowed her down.

Silent agony resounded from the tips of her fingers that could not even hold her cloud.

Am I tricked?

Was that Morveran Necromancer the cause of all this?

So I missed the culprit now?

Did I end up like this because I arrested this person instead of Mr. Iba?

Did this happen because I suspected him from the start?

Did I get my foot in this case, and now everything is going wrong?

I don’t know. I don’t know.

Where did I go wrong?

If I hadn’t come out from the beginning, if I had just quietly stayed in my room without having any desires.

A torrent of negative thoughts began to flow, stronger than the flow of the wind that hit the falling body, and stronger than the flow of the river behind it.

As expected, I shouldn’t have gone outside like my sister said.

Shouldn’t you have focused only on magic research, as Master said?

Was it arrogant to hope to stand proudly by the senior’s side?

…No, no. Not yet.

“Don’t give up yet…!”

She swung the staff in her left hand straight.

The chains that had been hanging from the broomstick that had been tying Morbe up until now fell and flew like a snake.

In the river, water gushed out in two directions. The strong stream of water rushed up fiercely like a dragon and wrapped around Morbe.

The hand not holding the wand gripped the front of the broom. Twisting the angle vertically, it fell faster than the speed of falling simply according to the laws of nature.

This happened less than a second ago.

Reach out your hand again, to catch Morbe.

To make up for your mistakes.

Layla did her best.

It was instinct.

I instinctively thought that that necromancer shouldn’t reach the river, and that if I missed it here, I wouldn’t be able to catch it again.

The animal senses that remain even in humans, and more intensely in Layla, sounded an alarm.

Just before Morbe’s body touches the river.

Her twin strands of water pushed her up, her serpentine chains bound her limbs, and her Lyla’s hand managed to grasp them.

Her right hand, which gripped her chain so tightly, was swept away and bleeding, and her breath was soggy like that blood as she jumped down the river.

“I got it…”

The words came out with relief mixed with breath.

At the same time.

The magic you’ve accumulated over the years, your broom control skills.

Layla felt a strange sense of pride as the repeated efforts shed over those countless days shone through.

To pass the test, to be liked by someone, as told by someone you respect.

It was an effort that started with such a passive thought, but in the end, anything helps.

“Mr. Morbei, I will arrest you. Now, be prepared to use torture or whatever to get information!”

“Ah~ I’m scared! What will I do?”

Morve trembled her body with her acting joe. The sight of her being nothing short of mockery greatly displeased Layla.

“You really…!”

“And I also said a word~”

Quaaa.

The sound of the river stopped, loud enough to drown out the conversation.

Just like water flows down, like a natural law.

As if it was natural, the chains untied the restraints that bound Morbe and fell down the river.

Morbe’s strangely pale hand gripped Lila’s right arm.

“Caught.”

A whistle is heard.

The train operation must have been suspended due to the monster attack.

So, what is this whistle sound?

**

Too high to look up at the sky from under the ground, I used the roof of the building as a platform for me to run around.

Even so, I can’t reach that blue sky where broomsticks run around, so I’m feeling the sadness of the wingless beast right now.

Of course, I can become a winged beast if I set my mind to it. I can’t bloom because I’m afraid I’ll turn into a real beast if I take it out again.

This is similar to the pain of a flying beast that cannot fly for fear of the sky.

A being like me who can feel the sadness of a wingless beast and the pain of a bird with broken wings at the same time.

It might be quite special.

“Yes, it’s special, but very special.”

I threw a glance behind me.

I saw Morbe chasing me madly.

Below her was a shark jumping on dog legs.

“It won’t be special for something like that to come after you.”

If you’re a person who gets attention from crazy people, you’re special enough.

I turned my gaze back to the sky.

Two human shadows floating in the corner of the city, one human shadow heading towards the river. In the shadow, another person’s shape shimmered.

It was clear that the witch headed for that river was Lyla.

If there was a flame, I would have contacted you with something. Unfortunately, I don’t even know how to use such magic. So are other magics. It is said that the act of embodying my image into reality is dangerous.

Above all, in the eyes of others, the magic I use is no different from the devil’s power.

I have to hide it.

“What the f*ck, why am I…!”

He spat out complaints that would not change the situation.

I can’t think of any rational reason why I should be put in this way or be oppressed like this, but what can I do? As a social animal, I need to be considerate of other people’s eyes in my life.

By the way, Laila, why is he going to the river?

It’s kind of difficult to take Morbe to the river.

“Oh, look at that kid! He’s going to the river? Trouble!”

From behind, Morve thumped loudly. Noisy. I can’t shut her mouth and I want to tear it apart.

I want to inform Lilia and Innis right now by sending a beacon made of arms like last time.

For that reason, the work they undertake is extremely important.

It is not efficient to call the person who is evacuating people while exterminating monsters here now.

In terms of the weight of life.

You can’t just take someone who’s been working so hard to save people and make him clean up the mess.

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Protecting life anywhere is the most important thing.

Fortunately, that Morbe is only chasing me and is not harming anyone else.

It is most beneficial for me to take all my nerves and deal with it on my own line now.

“Listen honey! He’s going to the river?”

I know. I don’t have eyes

“It’s dangerous to go to the river. What should I do…?”

Morve expressed concern about Layla’s behavior, just as she was concerned about her co-workers.

“Do you know why I can’t go to the river?”

I got a rough idea, but I didn’t have any reason to stop the chatter on the other side, so I stayed still.

“The magic that summons demons is through that river!”

I knew.

A summoning method that appeared once in the original work.

It wasn’t through magic like this, but an incident in which a demon appeared based on a legend sleeping in a city.

A demon is a being created solely for the purpose of destruction, based on the concept and notion of something.

For this reason, demons can often be mistaken for natural beings.

“If people always say that demons are coming, they only think that some existing demon will come? Stupid! Right!”

But no.

I forced myself to put more strength into my legs, which couldn’t even go faster.

We ran in droves to get to the river that Layla was supposed to be going to faster.

“There are always ideas in nature? No, some things are created by people socially agreeing? Politics and morals!”

Yes, and there are legends among them.

“The legend is just like that! It is a narrative and idea born from the gathering of people’s thoughts, which may or may not actually happen, but which is agreed upon anyway!”

Morve stretched out her arms excitedly. She moved along with the shark-shaped monster that was sitting and increased her speed.

“This river was so perfect! The legend that this river holds a secret and melts it down when she floats a letter with her own secret! How romantic is that?”

However, the speed is unusual. It is a speed that was forcibly raised without considering the destruction of the body at all.

“I will use that romance to give birth to a demon.”

The sound of Morbe, which had been heard far away until now, was gradually approaching.

“Innumerable corpses piled up will replace sacrifices! Letters from countless people buried under that river will form the devil’s body! And that river itself will become an altar!”

The landscape in front of you gradually turns blue. The river got closer. We need to call Layla. You have to tell them to come down here right away.

-Kwajik.

My blue vision soon turned red. Exhilarating pain seeped into the paper as if it were wet with water, and the two legs that were running suddenly fell over from the weight and inertia they were carrying.

The shark-shaped monster opened its mouth and bit my shoulder blades. Nearly half of the upper body was stained with blood, and the body was severed.

With one grand roll, the body falls under the building where it was playing.

Roadsides beautifully decorated for tourists are stained with blood, and bricks are broken.

There is no time to stop.

I forcibly got up and regenerated my crushed body. The flesh heals, and the missing right arm is reborn.

I moved my foot again.

Now it’s a short walk to the river.

“I’ll tell you the secret of my sorcery. ‘The devil who came by train’ literally means. The devil I’m going to descend from now on will descend here in the form of riding a train.”

As if ridiculing my efforts, monsters rose from the river like a swarm of bees.

“There is only one reason for Advent. To make people’s hearts come true! To hide so many secrets! How kind they are!”

I tore them apart and kept running. It took a few seconds to reach the fence that formed the boundary between the river and the road.

I shouted, soiling the fence with bloody hands.

“Lila! Get out of there! Lila!”

Isn’t it too far away to hear it? I gritted my teeth and over-regenerated my arms to lengthen them. To be her spire, so that she be a beacon of my intentions to her.

Just as her arm flew far across the river, a shark jumped up and bit my arm off.

“How rude! You have to listen to me to the end? No matter how much you hate my parents, be polite!”

Morve slyly approached me beside me, her eyebrows furrowed. She didn’t know, she took one look at my expression and she smiled contentedly.

“Crazy b*tch…”

“Oh, you’re crazy too. Why are you only doing this to me?”

Snuggle Geek.

Unpleasant noises like chains were heard from behind, as if the bones of the body were forcibly twisted, as if rusty machines were forcibly moved.

The signs of the monsters, which had all died and stopped before, revived again.

“Then will you keep talking?”

Morve threw one of her papers into the river.

“The legend of this river hides people’s secrets? It’s a floating city, a strange city, Whitrum! It’s really cool! And I told you earlier? This river is an altar, and the letters permeated with people’s secrets are the body.” .”

Looking closely, it was a napkin on which I wrote my secret before to experience the legend of this town.

“Right now, sending a letter to the river is an act of fulfilling the devil’s flesh and praying for the birth of the devil at the same time! How is it? Danger permeating into everyday life! Exciting!”

I saw the sky.

Like twin meteors falling in the middle of the day, a person fell brutally, followed by another person.

Soon thereafter, just below the river, the meteor stopped falling.

When the napkin flowed into the river and melted, the river stopped flowing.

“In order to hide people’s secrets, a demon will come who will submerge this land. That is, the demon of concealment.”

The white noise I’ve been hearing ever since I came here.

The sound of the torrent, which was lowered by magic and adjusted to a level that did not disturb the daily life, stopped as soon as it swallowed one person’s secret.

The sound stops, and a new sound comes in again.

Like a horn announcing destruction, the sound of a whistle resonated grandly, divinely, and enormously.

The river starts flowing again. Am I flowing or is the river flowing? To my eyes, it just seems to flow.

『Devil Manifestation』

A train runs along the river as a rail.

An ordinary-looking iron train, a train that can be seen often in everyday life.

The most outrageous mediocrity runs as if it will sink the world. As if it would stop moving only after everything that moves in this world has disappeared.

From where the train passed.

Dark clouds form in the vicinity. It’s so black and somber that it’s like a dark cloud at night.

Tap, pop, pop. It is raining.

In the place where the train was flowing, there was a person who had stopped just above the river earlier.

I will do it without hesitation.

They spread their wings.

**

Am I looking at something in vain?

Why is the train running on the river?

Why are they running without any rails, using only this river as a stepping stone?

The object that did not run on its own path, and could only run on its own path, was the most terrifying thing.

They gradually got closer, but their bodies stiffened.

Like a frog frozen in front of a snake, like a worm soaked in poison, your muscles stiffen and you can’t move.

It’s already too late to come to your senses.

The headlights unique to the train, brightly colored in front of her eyes, were the last sight Layla saw on the water.

The train passed her, but she wasn’t torn apart.

Instead, she sank. As if she were drawing her world over her, and her world above her, she could only sink below.

Lyla fell down a deep river.

The broom was shattered, rendering it incapable of its task.

It didn’t matter. You don’t know how to ride a broom in the water anyway.

The cane was still clenched in his hand.

I wasn’t happy. I don’t even know how to draw magic in water.

Already over-watered lungs and oxygen-deprived brains won’t allow magic.

Because I’ve been realizing throughout my life that magic isn’t so easy.

Looking up above where not even the halo could be seen now, Lila thought.

Yes, this is karma.

A karma for a life that can’t even serve as a human being.

The karma of wanting to be by the senior’s side with unreasonable arrogance.

The karma of taking out your anger on a useless person because of that ugly feeling.

At the same time as the smell of blood lingered around and the fishy river flowed down her throat, Layla decorated her thoughts with a sense of shame.

What she saw right before she lost consciousness.

It’s blood-red, like a straight branch.

They were far too pious wings.