I Possessed the Villain in the Lily Novel

84 – Disaster (12)

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Promises must be kept.

Because I promised to keep it.

“Why are you nodding your head all of a sudden?”

“There is such a thing.”

I nodded my head at the thought of a tautological but error-free perfect exaltation proposition. Even when I think about it, I admire my logic.

If you promised to meet in mutual trust, you should act according to the time.

However, the chairman lost his faith and did not appear in front of us.

Originally, this is the time to hold a meeting for a long time. However, this friend of Fresia doesn’t even show off his nose.

“It seems that high-ranking people can just break the time~”

“Well… I’m the president, so I must be busy.”

“But that’s not polite.”

As the president of a huge group, he must be busy.

Ever since I made Frecia the person I depended on, I was prepared for that much.

It wasn’t even an intention to hold a meeting every day.

No matter how private you may be, it wouldn’t be polite to keep a president who has to handle countless public duties.

But even so, isn’t it polite as the president of a group to be absent without notice?

“Whew… Are you tired of it, or are you tired of it? Did you just hit me because it only bothered me?”

“I wonder if he became the chairman with that kind of grit… They say that even an old friend got involved, does that make sense? Of course, something must have happened.”

“Isn’t that right?”

Still, people have to believe and see. Dissatisfaction now is something that can be repaid later.

I was tired of waiting all day, so I got up from my seat and went to Lillia’s side.

“The words change quickly. It’s you.”

“That’s why I’m affected by your words.”

“How cool.”

I have a heart like the sea. The sea is easily dyed with only the color of sunlight. The sea, which is no different from a blue blank sheet, is my heart, so I can’t help but be easily influenced by it.

Lilia laughed once and hung the letter from the glass bird’s feet.

It is a 【Glass Codex】 that is used to communicate with wizards.

You can send a letter even if you don’t know where the addressee is, because you don’t specify a place to send, but follow the addressee directly and deliver it.

The reason why we were able to exchange letters every time we went on a trip was because of this magical existence.

“I wrote to contact you when the time is right. Anyway, it can be said that today’s meeting has passed.”

When Lilia said that, she threw the wand at me.

Unlike the cane she used to use, it was a slightly darker black cane.

This is the staff I used once when I asked Lilia to teach her magic.

“Why is this all of a sudden?”

“I should have told you a long time ago…But I just couldn’t afford it.”

“No, what are you talking about? Explain it so I can understand it.”

“Are you still using short language now?”

“You have to explain, ma’am.”

She didn’t like the title of mistress. She hit her on the head with her wand. Lilia gave her an explanation.

“I’m going to tell you about the salt.”

“Suddenly?”

“It wasn’t spontaneous.”

Lilia put her hand on her waist in her displeasure.

“Think about it. How many accidents have you had without telling me?”

“Ah ma’am. I didn’t ‘get hit’. I couldn’t help but get ‘hit’.”

“Don’t use weird titles, don’t use weird passive expressions.”

My heart has become kinder today, and as Lillia said, I thought of the various accidents that had happened.

I couldn’t get in touch with Lillia, so I had to deal with it at my own discretion. In the process, various trash that could be dealt with had to raise the devil’s power unpitched.

The days when I got excited and used magic.

Well, I have nothing to say.

Still.

“I wasn’t bad.”

“Yeah. I didn’t expect to reflect… However, if I were there, there would have been a lot of things that could have been resolved.”

That’s definitely true. I lack the versatility of what I can solve than Lilia, so shut up and power! There is a tendency to solve problems only with overwhelming power! What can I do? I’ve been living like this.

“That’s right.”

“Yes, if only you had been in contact with me, half, no half, of the accidents that happened now. Two thirds could have been reduced.”

Lilia nodded her head, agreeing with her opinion.

“Then I won’t have to see you covered in your own blood!”

Are you remembering that scene from yesterday? Her Lilia expression crumpled again. A slave who came full of her blood. It’s not a sight that will make a good impression just by looking at it.

“Aren’t you supposed to tell the president that you didn’t keep your promise? You always break your promise.”

I have nothing to say about this.

I was once told not to get hurt, but honestly, is that easy?

Even a young girl who grew up in a rich family sometimes falls and hurts her knees, but how can it be that someone like me who grew up rough like me doesn’t get hurt?

Sadly, I can’t easily keep my promise to Lilia.

In fact, even calling it a promise is ambiguous. It is because she unilaterally delivered and forced it.

Still, those are the words of the person who came from this place and took care of me for a long time. What I want to protect is sincerity.

The situation just got ahead of that sincerity.

In front of a strength that is overwhelming than the bond shared by words, the heart breaks down and changes its appearance.

Just because I am, I don’t want to use my regeneration ability to my heart’s content. It’s not that there’s no pain, and it’s not that I’m used to it. Just be patient

“Call it an efficient use of abilities, not a placebo.”

“Your mouth is the problem. Mouth!”

Lillia hit me in the mouth with her staff again. Her stinging pain spreads to the corner of her mouth.

“Anyway, from now on, I’m going to set up countermeasures against Morbe and at the same time, I’m going to practice magic. Any complaints?”

“Maybe.”

How much is training? I took out memories from the far side of my memories and tried to rummage through them.

She practiced when she was self-studying magic or when she was being taught spearmanship by Spica.

It was much better than being caught and beaten by the master or risking one’s life in a real battle, rather, such training was more like a rest. Now, I suddenly feel nostalgic as I remember the drops of sweat that left only longing.

Good. Now I am a faithful disciple. A desirable, beautiful, and ephemeral boy who diligently learns magic under an eccentric witch.

The setting was so good that it was okay to write a novel.

I quietly lowered my head and said.

“Then, thank you in advance, Master.”

“Come.”

Lilia also arranged the rhythm well. I smiled excitedly and swung her wand. The amount of mana in his body was infinitely close to the floor, so he couldn’t even use the magic he had taught him before.

Even though we are closer than anyone else, we are in such a strange relationship where contact with each other is more urgent than anyone else.

I started studying magic in order to convey my danger to the opponent faster than anyone else.

“Then Master, what do you plan to do when your student doesn’t have magic? Huck! You wouldn’t say that you should intentionally injure your body to create extra magic power, right?”

When I exaggeratedly said this, Lillia approached me with a confident smile. It smells fragrant. Even today, her perfume smelled like flowers.

“Then, should I say that to my student?”

She grabbed my cheek and slowly brought her face closer. She closed her eyes beforehand, so she didn’t hear the nagging she used to hear a lot.

Slowly, a soft sensation circulates on the lips, and the temperature touches like blood.

With a breath, a fragment of Lillia entered my throat.

**

“Ah…”

The morning of the warrior candidates is early.

To be precise, only Stella’s morning is early.

The innate spirit of sincerity forced him to do so. It was a spirit that could be compared to Wiz, who was born with a lot of laziness.

Children from poor orphans usually do not receive what they should be taught by someone. This was the biggest reason why a goal was created between an orphan and an ordinary child.

Common sense is common sense to some people, but not to others.

However, as if Stella rebelled against her stereotypes, regularity permeated her body, and she did not hesitate to learn culture and knowledge.

“Ummm… What time is it?”

She was a Stella who led an exemplary life in many ways, unlike her friend.

“…Why is the sun already over there?”

It seems that she couldn’t overcome the exhaustion of her body due to her long homelessness.

I got up long before the sun approached the center, at a time when everyone else had already started working diligently.

Her It was unusual for her to wake up late.

“hahahaha, you’re really late.”

After laughing self-deprecatingly, I immediately got up from bed.

She tidied up the bed she woke up on and changed her pajamas into active clothes. She

Took her spear and went out into the yard, leaving behind her still-awakened friend.

Training has become a daily routine now.

Repeat the basic herbivore of Rose Spearmanship.

It was a routine I had been doing since I was young, even before I was given the Holy Lance.

If I didn’t do this in the morning, I felt like the whole day would be a mess.

It feels very uncomfortable, like the feeling of not showering after sweating.

But today, my routine was ruined from the start because I overslept.

“It’s not Hell Chang, what is this?”

She is offended by this, and something else is displeased with her being offended by it.

In unending displeasure, she swung her spear as she swam in the whirlpool.

Again, what is the word hellchang? As she swam in displeasure, she seemed to have washed her memory, and she spat out words she didn’t quite understand.

Stella has no memories.

To be precise, she has no memory of anything before the age of twelve.

Who she was, who her parents were, what she liked and what she disliked, where she was from, what her name was.

The current name, Stella, was given to me by Wiz, saying that my eyes resemble stars.

Her only remaining memory now is spearmanship and various strange techniques related to it.

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Perhaps this spearmanship is a process of retrieving memories. This light obsession and repetition may be a group of lives to find something that was once lost.

Recalling the time when she practiced her spearmanship in search of her long stick, even though she had no memory of it, and her childhood, when she gradually solidified her ego by doing the act, Stella brandished her spear. .

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Poof!

The sound of a strong wind parted along its trajectory.

And recently, she recalled a nostalgic and visceral longing, such as when she unconsciously touched the bar.

It was when she met that Shiva.

“Pufu, how can a name… Uh, dangerous.”

She almost swung the tip of her spear for a moment, but she quickly regained her balance and continued her herbivore diet.

It was the first time Stella felt that kind of feeling while looking at someone.

I felt when I first saw Wiz, I want to get closer to her, I want to leave a trace in her life. The feeling between love and friendship was also different.

Slightly more fundamental, feelings closer to mud than water.

I felt like an insect, attracted by the sweet smell of carnivorous plants, caught by the transparency of spider webs.

I want to approach you, but I don’t want to approach you.

It was a strange and unique feeling that can’t be explained by the words love at first sight.

That’s why you couldn’t punish him even though you knew he was a demon.

But what does it matter now?

I warned him that he would kill me if I met him again.

Even if she wants to meet him, he’ll avoid it.

It will become a memory that we will never meet again.

It’s okay though.

Dreaming an impossible dream.

Have a love that can’t come true.

Fighting with an unbeatable enemy.

Withstanding unbearable pain.

Catch the unattainable star in the sky.

Isn’t that kind of life the most wonderful way?

Spearcraft, spells, and crests. Several legacies left in her memory. He took out one of them, decorated it on the tip of his spear, and swung it.

Just before that, she thought of him once more. As if connecting stars to form a constellation, as if a line from which you do not know where it originated and counting the stars again. Following her thoughts, she went back to him.

We may never see each other again,

Still, if.

If.

If only I could see him once more.

Like that, we had our last meal.

Boom!

Even though they didn’t touch it, the earth resonated heavily and the air rippled. It was a shame because he had adjusted his strength, otherwise the ground would have caved in.

She retracted the spear she had swung wide and placed it on her shoulder.

“Well, that’s screwed.”

Today’s routine was properly ruined.

Too many miscellaneous thoughts were mixed.

The routine that tried to shake off my thoughts mixed my thoughts and actions more intensely, like mixing powder with water.

“I have to go to Wiz.”

How do you wake up a friend who is sleeping and dancing happily beside you?

While thinking such a pleasant thought, he moved his gun with exciting steps.