I Possessed the Villain in the Lily Novel

89 – Disaster (17)

Thump!

The sound of iron and flesh colliding was extremely heavy.

As if in a contest of strength, the two of them bumped their elbows against the spear pole and smiled at the same time as their eyes met. A smile that bloomed brightly like a flower boosted the excitement.

“You’re strong! Your arms are so thin!”

“You shouldn’t judge people by their appearance…!”

After struggling for so long, the scale, which had been flat, gradually tipped toward Iva.

Having succeeded in pushing her spear aside, Eva took another step forward. She brought her right fist together in front of her chest. She screamed

“And, hands-on!”

Stella, who was pushed behind her, used the repulsive force to raise her feet and punch her fist upwards.

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Puck. Spinning her wheel, she lunged back at Iva as soon as her ground touched her feet.

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Pak. The series of actions were carried out so quickly that it was mistaken that the sound of a spur on the ground and the sound of a spear cutting through the air occurred almost simultaneously.

“I said I did a handstand?”

The spear pushed strongly in protest created a strong shockwave and shot it out beyond simply pushing the air. The earth-shattering vibration rushed toward Iva.

With his body accepting all of this, he calmly walked towards Stella. The spear she shouted pierced her chest and sent her blood, but Eva’s expression frowned a little, but she couldn’t stop her steps.

As her blood flowed from him, Stella squinted her eyes like someone who had blood flowing too. This mysterious pain robbed him of time to avoid his kicks.

“Oh, wasn’t it? Then it wasn’t a hand-me-down, it was carelessness.”

f*ck! If the protection magic had not been applied beforehand, the body would have been destroyed. Still, it didn’t offset the shock at all, so Stella missed the spear and flew backwards. After rolling over on the grass a few times, he was pulling out the spear stuck in his chest like a thorn.

“Did you think fighting was a joke?”

Clink. A wildly thrown spear rolled in front of her eyes. It wasn’t a long wooden stick you picked up in the slums, but something specialized for killing people. It’s a precious treasure, but no matter how much you put the price, it’s not more expensive than a person’s life.

Stella knows that there have been countless competitions to get this spear, which is more expensive than one person’s life.

“It is the end of the world that there is hesitation in killing a person who is called a candidate for a demon king while claiming to be a candidate for the hero.

Stella shook her head, and Eva grinned again.

“It means I’m going to make this place the last days too. Come on, quickly grab your spear again.”

Stella grabbed the spear as if possessed and stood up.

“What’s that look? Do you sympathize with me? In this situation where you’re too busy taking care of yourself?”

“Yes… I was rude. It’s definitely a showdown between the demon king and the hero. I can’t believe I put my heart into this romantic situation…”

After answering that, her face no longer showed the hesitation from before.

The hero and the demon king.

A long-standing foe from a legend that has been handed down to this land.

The damage caused by the demon lord was strong enough to plant instinctive fear in the people who were rooted in this land.

The cathedral, which studied the devil more deeply than anyone else, made a countermeasure to prevent this.

An existence created not to punish the demon lord, but to prevent the demon lord from appearing again.

An existence that catches and kills demons with the seed of the demon king, and must absolutely punish the demon king candidate.

“Sorry, I must have been a bit distracted.”

Contrary to what is known in society, a candidate for a hero is not a being who wants to become a hero.

It exists to create a society that does not require warriors.

Such a person encountered a demon who spoke of a demon king candidate himself.

Her sense of justice is weak. She is someone who pursues personal goals rather than a cause, and romantic ideals rather than realistic alternatives.

Nevertheless, as a human being, he cannot escape the mission assigned to him.

You cannot throw away the weight and responsibility of the words to protect people.

The eyes that had been drenched in dreams until just now, the eyes that had been driven by a typhoon of love-like emotions, cooled down.

I have no choice but to kill him.

Stella recognized this again. The pain wafting from the stomach awakens the spirit. He opened his eyes like someone who had just woken up.

She gripped her spear tightly and took a new pose. It wasn’t the fighting techniques taught at the cathedral, but his own method.

Legacy of lost memories that have been polished countless times.

She came to this land holding nothing, but the only empty thing was my hand. There was one shining jewel in my heart. Above all, there was a fragrant treasure.

“…Can you give me one answer?”

The Rose Spear.

She came up with her own martial art before even thinking of her flower, the rose.

The movement of the spear is as smooth as a flower petal, and it is as sharp as a thorn in the stem.

“You know me, right?”

Iva shook her head.

“It’s like you denied my name and the first sentence of Greek mythology and Jane Eyre.”

She shrugged and continued.

“That means I’m not sure right now.”

Stella smiled lightly.

“That’s enough.”

The red spear caught the sunlight filtering through the leaves as if it were its own, and emitted a sharp glare. The color of the rose gradually turned to the color of hot iron.

Boom! The light-filled spear created hot flames along with the blade of the wind along the way.

She moved quickly to the right, and Iva was out of touch with the sharp wind, but she could not escape the flames. Literally, because the bloody flames pursued him.

The smell of melting flesh was terrible. With a big frown on his face at his pain and the repulsive smell, Eva lunged at Stella.

“It’s magic.”

Nod. Stella moved her head in affirmation.

The weapons given to the warrior candidate can play the role of a staff.

This is because the branches of the World Tree that were struck by lightning were mixed during the manufacturing process.

It enhances the power of magic and ease of casting more than any other wand, and faithfully fulfills its original role as a weapon.

Contrary to the name of the holy spear, there is not the slightest bit of sacredness. It is only a weapon for killing.

A tool that cannot heal the wounds of others, but can only create wounds for others.

But there is no hesitation in wielding it. From the moment she first grabbed the spear to the time she wielded it, Stella never showed any hesitation. Even though my mind was confused, my body calmly swung the spear.

“The spearmanship is noisy and has no substance.”

So, this confrontation wasn’t because her heart was weak.

Kang! Kang!

The sound shook her ears. A sharp metallic sound rang in my ears. Not the sound of cutting flesh, but the sound of metal.

Iva’s hands became long and thin like whips, and then the skin was covered with bones. Iva swung her strange arms and parried all attacks from her spear.

“Is that ridiculous?!”

“Did you think the spear was yours?”

The spearmanship is being destroyed.

This spearmanship remained sharp even though it moved so irregularly that even the person who used the spearman could not properly predict it, fluttering like petals were flying.

Everything was blocked by the opponent.

He was gradually approaching Stella, receiving the magic with his body and throwing away the spear.

Blood splattered, but it was shabby, and the sound of the spear was gorgeous, but it couldn’t tear a single piece of meat.

I’ve never experienced anything like this before. It was a spear technique that even Wiz couldn’t penetrate.

Suddenly, Stella felt that her life had been denied.

Wait, then, what kind of life is being denied right now?

Stella wielded her spear and was lost in thought.

Is it the life of wielding a stick without missing a day?

Is that all of her life?

No. Her life wasn’t like that.

What I was denied right now is one of the fragments of my life in which I chased one of the countless stars because I did not forget my dream even though I had no memory.

I haven’t been denied all of my life yet.

Stella gritted her teeth and fired all the magic that could be used in the current situation and the herbivore that could be linked with it.

-Quaguaguawang!

Sparks, ice, thorns, bullets of wind, and sharp winds came together to create a mighty explosion and a storm of smoke.

Even in the midst of the roaring sound, Eva did not miss a single sound.

“─【Set】”

The sound of a magical reload that only you could say.

As the smoke clears, the sound of cutting through the air can be heard once more.

Iva, soaked in longing and unprepared, was unable to fully receive the attack and had to scrape away a few scratches.

She watered the ground with drops of blood like morning dew.

“…Wow.”

Eva’s expression contorted with anger as she looked at her wound.

Blood is flowing, but it doesn’t heal. It’s not like delayed healing. It’s not like poison. Eva immediately noticed this sensation that was both familiar and unfamiliar.

“The Curse of Impossible Regeneration…”

At the end of the smoke cleared, Stella stood with her spear for support, gasping for breath.

Was it too much to write? Stella forced in a gasping breath. My mind was clouded after just one use.

“How about it? Kill it?”

She laughed with a bit of bravado.

This is the first magic that came to my mind. However, it was a magic that could not always be used. It was the beginning and the end. It was the first star I had ever seen and the one I had always been looking for. Brilliant but cruel. It was a fragment of memory that was clear but blurry from anything.

I was obsessed with the longest. Instinct made it so.

Like a child who wants to see the stars and wants to possess them, Stella has a stronger greed for this magic than anything else.

This magic was the biggest star.

This is the first time I’ve been successful. Stella touched the primordial star for the first time today.

But it’s nothing special. Stella laughed bitterly.

Then, I gradually felt a strong headache. It was the aftereffect of forcibly using magic. It was a master who forcibly twisted his image in order to use magic that was created only for one person.

Eva laughed at her dejection, then she raised her eyebrows. Anger welled up between her gaping mouth.

“This b*tch thief…!”

Some smoke enters Stella’s heart, whose imagery is greatly distorted. Memories are stained with blood. It resembled a flame and gradually turned gray as time passed.

It was as strong as cigarette ash and as sweet as the scent of a flower, making her head dizzy. It was a mess.

Amidst the chaos, seeds sprouted.

“That magic can only be used by me! You don’t dare touch it! If you try, you’ll become a bastard like me! Don’t do it again!”

Approaching Stella, who was still breathing, Eva kicked again.

Boom! Lightly blown off by her heavy kicks, she rolled on the ground coughing up her own blood. hehehe, she laughed lightly and cursed.

“Shiba…”

“Oh, well said. Did you really want to say my name?”

“Anyone can see it’s a pseudonym… What’s the name?”

Iva didn’t throw the spear this time like last time, she grabbed the spear herself. Reproducing the posture Stella sent her earlier, he swung it in the air several times and continued.

“Unfortunately, that was my first name.”

She’s a lot more rugged than she did, but that’s why she was natural and unstoppable. The petals, much lighter and freer, fluttered in front of her eyes. It was not a spear, but a series of flows, like a dance.

“I was a former slave, so I didn’t have a name. However, my owner, who was so angry inside, always cursed at me when he called me. ‘Shiba! Come over here!’ Like this. When I came running, the owner hit me hard and drank again. I was still too young to do the job, and I was only useful for venting my anger.”

Stella’s memory still forced her images to escape from the aftereffects of her twist.

The seed that grew out of chaos gradually swelled into a flower.

“So I thought it was my name. My name was swear words. What made me was swear words. That was me. So when guests came to the owner’s house and cursed at me, I ran. I was talking, but I didn’t know that, I just knew I was calling and ran to them. They saw me and laughed hahahaha. They laughed. I didn’t know why I was laughing because I was still young. I just thought everything about me was funny. It was the first time I noticed that my existence was an insult. I was six at the time.”

The flowers that bloomed shone.

Flowers became stars.

I became the star I was looking for in the first place.

“Even after the owner died, I couldn’t throw away the name. I knew it wasn’t a proper name, but it was because I didn’t know how to name it properly, and I didn’t know what a proper name was.”

Stella grabbed her head, which was breaking apart. Even so, she did not miss the story that flowed into her ears. The story became the nourishment to increase the intensity of the stars.

“I was a slave until then. A slave who couldn’t get out of his master’s shadow.”

A life chasing countless stars.

A life chasing countless dreams.

But even among those stars, there is a star that shines even brighter.

What was that star to her?

What was the first shining star she saw?

What was that romance that started in the beginning?

“Then one day, someone came up to me and said that my name was terrible and forcibly pulled out a letter. Maybe that’s when I became a human being.”

A word I once said.

‘If I’m reincarnated, I’ll go find you.’

No logic whatsoever, just words made of emotion. A huge bluff that is no different from saying that he will give you a star.

Impossible. It can’t happen. I knew that even as I said it.

Is that why? Was erasing it from her mind.

I wasn’t covering up something I couldn’t forget with the black of impossibility.

As I walked through the black, a star came out that was still shining despite being buried beneath it.

“Human beings are highly creative. They are animals that have to leave something of themselves behind. In some ways, it may be their instinct to want to be remembered by others. Anyway, I also made something of my own. I didn’t name it. I liked it so much that I used it often. The person who gave me the name gave it its name.”

The Rose Spear was invented by Iva, but he wasn’t the one who gave it its name.

In addition, the Rose Spearman’s name was not simply given because its movement is like that of a flower petal.

“I can’t help it if I say I can’t remember even after saying this. I didn’t know you, and you must mean that everything you felt for me was an illusion. But since we created a new meeting like this, it can’t be helped. There will be.”

What is Rose Spearmanship?

It got its name because the place where he moved was stained with blood, like a rose garden.

“Spica, I will return all the names you gave me now.”

‘Rose Thorn’ Spica. Who was always by his side.

“Look carefully, the candidate for the hero. This is the rose spear technique.”

‘The Gardener’ Eva.

A wind rose around the spear that swam in the air. All the air currents created so far by cutting through the air gathered around it. The invisible saw blade, or the wind in the shape of a rose. It was built at the tip of the window.

I threw the spear at Stella.

The rose is blooming.

The opponent’s blood flutters brilliantly, dyeing the world into a flower garden.

Roses fluttered, blood raged, a deep, rich smell resembling the scent of black tea pierced my nose, and the pain and frustration that remained in my brain like a thorn in my throat turned bloody. Sparks rose in the corners of her eyes, which were as dry as ash.

It was a terrible disaster.

Soon, the flowers faded.

Stella, who was involved in the disaster, lay on the ground with her whole body in disrepair. At the end of the reddened vision, a red crab pushed in again. It was her window. The devil held the holy spear, but I didn’t feel the slightest discomfort.

“How is it, do you know how poor your spearmanship was?”

It’s romantic because it can’t come true,

The stars are beautiful because they cannot be reached.

The flowers are withering, and the stars are approaching.

The dream that could not be realized has come true.

However, the star I finally reached was unmatched in beauty.

“You were the star I was chasing. You were the unreachable dream.”

Stella swallowed his tears and barely opened her mouth. My heart raced like a supernova explosion.

He should have died, but he himself is alive.

“Dream the impossible dream, love the impossible, fight the unbeatable enemy, endure unbearable pain, catch the unattainable star in the sky. Do you know what it is?”

And he is alive.

“Don Quixote…”

“Congratulations on reaching the stars, greater than Don Quixote!”

Iva clapped humorously.