I Possessed the Villain in the Lily Novel

73 – Disaster (1)

As expected, the dream was not very pleasant.

If you remember having a dream, they say you didn’t sleep well.

It was confirmed that I couldn’t sleep properly today.

Damn it. Wouldn’t it be okay to leave it alone for a little while?

Fortunately, this dream was not the subtly unpleasant imagery space in which the white background of futility and the voices of demons and sages existed in a complex way.

However, the white background like the psychiatric ward may appear again later in the dream, so today’s dream can be considered to be of very poor quality.

What I saw instead of bone-like white was an old landscape.

A fantasy that is comfortable and cool like old furniture, nostalgic and disgusting.

I glanced around and looked around the room full of old memories.

Unlike the desolate outside where the dusty wind blows desolately and even the smell of corpses is treated as the smell of burning garbage, the inside was surprisingly clean.

The dust was nowhere to be seen, at least, and instead of the earthy smell that seemed to damage the bronchial tubes, the faint scent of aromatic candles and the smell of paper that crept in between them was prevalent.

The mercenary’s neglect of returning home always covered in blood was quite noble and clean. It looked like a room for intellectuals, but in reality it was a third-rate knife room with shorter bag straps than toilet paper.

The woman who made a great contribution to the interior was rolling around on the bed in my room as if it were her own.

I didn’t pay any attention to the woman, she was flipping through her novels as usual.

Soon, as if she was tired of rolling around in her pillow, she woke up with a rustling sound.

“What are you doing?”

“I am reading a book.”

“What book?”

“The Snow Butterfly Volume 8.”

“Ah! That’s good~ There’s Lila.”

“Spoilers kill me.”

“In the second half, Laila and Lilia play on the beach…”

I grabbed the book I was reading and threw it as I was trying to reveal the contents behind it without taking a breath.

She laughed and teased her feet, grabbing her book with her big and index toes.

“Don’t dirty your feet.”

“Then you shouldn’t have thrown it in the first place.”

Then I tossed the book over my head like a gymnast doing a trick with a ball, and let it fall under me.

I quickly grabbed the book again and swept it with the palm of my hand as if brushing off dust that wasn’t there.

“It’s not even that great.”

“I’m sure it’s only for you. If you know in advance even if it’s small, the fun of reading will be cut in half.”

She, Spica, pouted her mouth and sat back on the bed. Her roaring sound came like a wave.

Has the sound erased the will, just as the current erases the sand painting? I put the book she was reading on her desk and approached her.

“…What is it?”

“I was dumped by the kid I was flirting with.”

“I’m proud of you, crazy b*tch. That’s why I told you not to seduce me with a sane b*tch.”

“Look at her? Just hearing what I say makes me look like a b*tch? It was her fault, not me?!”

“Ha.”

I’m sure it’s me talking, but I didn’t mean to say that. My body moves independently of my will. Words are spit out as the memory of the past.

If you are aware of your dream within a dream, it is called lucid dreaming, but what use is it if you cannot take any action in the dream even if you are aware of your consciousness like this?

“So? I was kicked while doing something.”

Deprived of free will, as if I had become a puppeteer’s real doll, I repeated the lines I had done in the past, and repeated the actions I had taken.

“It can’t be helped. He told me not to play with you like this.”

“Of course, when dating, you should prioritize your lover over friends. Even if you’re flirting, that’s polite.”

“Ah, that’s that and this is this. What’s the relationship between you and me… So, I just blew it.”

“I heard it was a car.”

“Me? Did I?”

“…That’s it.”

It’s not just looking back on memories of the past, it’s not a reminder, it’s being reproduced like this.

It always feels bad to be oppressed.

“Anything that keeps me from seeing you is my enemy.”

After saying that, she touched my hand. Like a rose bush swaying in the wind and tapping her hand, she raised her fingernails and pricked them slightly.

Then he took my hand and rubbed it against my cheek. It’s not even a street cat, what the heck.

“We’ll say goodbye after we die anyway.”

“Again, another bad word! Then death is my enemy!”

“It’s not a bad word, it’s reality. So let’s play until the moment we die. Become aware of death and be filled with reality. How constructive.”

“That’s a bad word. We’re young, so why are we dying already? Mr. Pak.”

It’s just a feeling, but I don’t think this is a prank or gift from the sage to me. I’ve been so angry before, so I won’t play with my old self again.

This dream is nothing more than a representation of my unconscious.

Maybe it’s because they haven’t been able to stabilize their mind and body lately, or because they escaped after endlessly struggling with the pain of death, and the dead person appeared in their dreams.

It’s so absurd why a dead person is sloppy and stupid.

Keep the ghosts away!! How dare you come out to the dream of the living and make the dream place wild!!!

I tried to shout out loud, but my mouth didn’t even move. I just recited the words I said in this situation in the past, like the lines in a play.

“Oh that’s right. I don’t think I’ll see you die, but please let me know before you die so that you can commit suicide first.”

“You say bad things, but Ji is saying the worst, you crazy b*tch.”

Spica is also very sick of it. The person whom I bore even when I was alive is still showing my face even after years of death.

Maybe you love me too much. Please don’t forget to visit a pretty girl who dies in your dreams. Why does she appear in your boyfriend’s dreams?

I’m sure you’re not saying you’re happy. What am I unconsciously wanting? Is it your preference to take out even the dead and put them on display? Really creepy

So, no matter how much I think about it, I don’t think this is Gilmong.

“Ah~ If you die and I live, will that live? It’s better to just die. And if I die and only you live, I’ll become a ghost and watch you live.”

“Oh sh*t, I have to search first.”

“Why don’t you hate ghosts? Then, I’ll be reincarnated and come back to you! How about this?”

“Damn it. I hate it even more. I want to live my life. If you die too, sleep peacefully in hell.”

“Ah~ I like this?! I’ve decided that I like it! If I die, I will be reincarnated! I’ll become a bug and go find you! Okay?”

If this is long, how bad would it be? For my peace of mind, I decided to include this dream as a nightmare.

Oh my gosh. Why can’t I even take a break?

How would I feel waking up from this dream if the dead were ominously chanting in Siri’s dream? No caring caring

The feeling of hearing her again after a long time was exactly the same as the one she felt the first time.

**

“That sucks.”

It was like sh*t.

The sound I make as soon as I open my eyes is a six-headed character, which makes me guess about my usual language life. I’ve lived at this level all my life.

If there is anyone who is swayed by this tone, I would like them to give me financial support right now so that I can learn noble manners. I like caviar, aristocratic food.

“Eh..? Yes? Me, because of me…? My, what did I do?”

I heard whining from the side, so I turned my head.

“Didn’t it suck right after waking up…! Was it so rude that I was next to you…? Didn’t you like seeing my face as soon as you opened your eyes?!”

“?”

Lila patted her shocked face.

Aren’t swear words usually interpreted as nightmares right after waking up? It’s a very unusual way of thinking.

Or maybe that way of communication is fashionable these days. Maybe it’s because I’m a low-educated person, so I don’t know much about it, and there’s such a thing as etiquette that’s popular only among highly educated people.

A new horizon of interpretation has been opened, in which people interpret that when someone curses in surprise while sleeping, it is said to oneself.

Oh wow, this looks very convincing.

Then, what should be the appropriate response in this situation?

I frowned and was deeply troubled.

As I put my hand on her chin and stared at Lila, she swung away from her gaze. Muttered through her tears.

“…Why, why, with those eyes… Black, female, after all, I can’t help anyone… Incompetent and dull purple…”

“Why is this crazy asshole making her kid cry!”

When I came in, Lilia slapped me on the back.

**

The moment she woke up, she was able to soothe her crying Lila.

“So, heeuk… I don’t like it, right?”

“Of course, Lila. Why do I hate our purple witch? She’s my benefactor. She’s just lovely.”

“…Thank God.”

In the end, they embraced and dramatically succeeded in explaining.

Beside her, Lilia was nodding her head with a pleased expression. I’m not a teacher watching over some student, and I don’t know why he’s doing that.

After waking up and making a fuss, my sleep ran away and fatigue piled up at the same time. Even if it’s brisk right now, it’ll come with a storm later.

…Then I’ll have to sleep again.

She almost let out a sigh, but she managed to hold it back because she didn’t want her face stained with misunderstanding again.

In a way, it was similar to holding back while trying to spit up while drunk. I was drunk in a dream and tried to spit out resentment, but I endured it.

In the end, it is the same in that it reveals the inside, so you can realize how heavy the intoxication is.

I used to like to sleep, but lately I’ve been increasingly reluctant to sleep. The feeling of being drunk is unpleasant and dizzy, like being drunk on drugs.

It can be seen that this is more similar in that you feel unpleasant after waking up from drunkenness.

f*ck.

This time, he didn’t spit it out, chewing on the nutmeg letter. Neither the sage nor my subconscious will help. I want you to let me sleep comfortably when I sleep.

Even that b*tch Morbe didn’t make a fuss when I was sleeping.

“Well, excuse me…”

“Yes, thank you. See you next time.”

Leila bowed her head, shut her door, and left. The sound of her footsteps gradually receded from the distance, like that of a small animal running.

I shook my head and tried to come to my senses. What is sane to a half-crazy person? Anyway, it was clear that I was not insane by other people’s standards.

“Hey, today’s newspaper.”

“Thank you ma’am.”

“You bastard… Don’t you speak the right way?”

“No, how can I fight it? It’s Lord. In. Nim.”

“You said I tried to beat you in bed once… You, you slut!”

Ugh, that swear word. It’s so dirty whenever I hear it. After all, it gives me a sense of security that there is someone on the same level as me. Even the language and life are similar. We are very good friends.

I folded the newspaper in a refreshing mood. At first it was for study, but now it is everyday.

I am reading every day if possible to get used to the characters in this place.

It is also useful to see how the world has changed in the original work and how the incident was resolved without Lilia.

It seems like a pretty big scoop came in today. The large letters that filled the newspaper were clear.

I read the letters rubbing my sleepy eyes.

“A new hero… Candidate… Appears? What?”

What?

I read it again.

“A new hero candidate appears, the identity of the hero candidate’s childhood friend?! …It’s really sick.”

Ah, what is this?

As the unbelievable sound filled my eyes, I came to the conclusion.

Where do you spread fake news, aren’t you afraid of the fall of the law?

Even if the press doesn’t have a conscience, it shouldn’t be in moderation. I don’t even want to write without lies, but shouldn’t I at least write the truth.

The second hero candidate that was not mentioned at all in the original work. I trembled at this hateful article that even destroyed the setting of a lonely warrior candidate.

“Those who do not know how to take responsibility with a pen that is mightier than a sword…”

“What, have you read it already?”

“There was a lot of bullsh*t in the newspaper today, so I quickly closed it.”

“That’s very wise. Then get ready.”

“Ready? What?”

Lillia let out a deep sigh and pointed at the broom that had floated outside her window.

“I’m leaving a little quicker this time. Pack your things.”

**

A necromancer, Morve, who can act simultaneously by distributing multiple personalities to dolls.

Two dolls that were infinitely close to the main body came to this furtrum, but in the end, they all self-destructed and failed to secure them.

Originally, she was the one who caused her confusion by causing a big accident, but this time she summoned her demon and caused great damage. Even now, Whitrum is working hard on restoration work due to flood damage.

It must be a very hopeful assumption to end this just once.

As for her, the need to subdue or obliterate her existence as soon as possible became stronger.

Because now they are not private enemies that harass only us, but openly heinous criminals who commit crimes against an unspecified number of people.

‘By the way, what did such a great b*tch do in the original work?’

I can guess who might have restrained her.

The Prophet. An unbeliever whose identity no one knows, and an arbiter who balances the world. A shadow in the hood who tries to keep the world as stable as possible by reading the future ahead.

He may have acted, but I’m not sure.

Because it could simply not have appeared until the amount I read.

Anyway, we are on our way to meet a person.

Morve is a magician who can be counted as a high-level wizard even if you look around the world. He is, among other things, a wizard who is fluent in witchcraft and puppetry.

As for witchcraft, there is someone who reigns supreme among those we know about puppetry.

The president of the Witch Association, the guardian and supporter of Lillia and I, Frecia.

The strongest puppeteer.

Lilia risked her shame and sent her a letter to her, making her an appointment to meet her.

Usually, we would have traveled by train, but unfortunately the train stopped due to an accident, so we moved with Lilia’s broom this time.

If it weren’t for the problem that Lillia was tired, it would be a much faster means of transportation than a train. Oh, and the added point is that the ride is a little rough.

“But Lilia, where are we going?”

“Huh? Didn’t I tell you earlier?”

We talked in a loud voice to get through the strong wind and deliver our words to the other person.

“It’s ‘Asphodel’. Asphodel.”

Asphodel…? It’s a name you’ve heard a lot. It is not a place name learned after coming here, but a city that has appeared in the original work. I felt a sense of deja vu when I read that name.

Asphodel, Asphodel… Ah.

“It’s a very pretty city with flowers… Well, you won’t be very curious about it, but to put it another way.”

I remembered.

“It’s my hometown.”

“Lilia, that’s your hometown.”

When Lilia heard that, she laughed bashfully.

“What, you knew.”

“How can I forget my master’s hometown?”

“They say you’re the master only at times like this.”

Even though she said that, she seemed to be in a good mood, and I heard her light hum on the wind.

“Later, in front of my mother, I have to treat her properly? Master, cheer me up.”

“Oh yes yes… Yes?”

“What are you pretending not to know?”

Lilia said as if it were natural.

“It’s my hometown. What is it, did you try to run away without seeing my mother’s face?”

“Oh, that can’t be.”

How could I ignore the person who gave birth to this precious daughter?

I cleared my throat several times, clearing my voice, and tidying up my clothes and hair. Although it was all blown away by the wind and tidying up was useless.

“Of course I should meet my mother.”

That mother who fell into hatred of men after being cheated on by her husband.

Oh, that’s a big deal.

A cold sweat clung to my back.