I Possessed the Villain in the Lily Novel

97 – Tribute (6)

The sky is dyed red, and branches and roots fill it up instead of clouds.

You don’t know what lurks in the ground. It is something unknown and someone.

It roams the earth neither moving nor standing still, raising the earth to the sky and melting the sky to the earth.

Instead of a stream of water, something like bloody milk flows on the ground, and clusters of stars, the Milky Way, and meteors flow along its stems, burning the world.

This is destruction under the guise of phenomena, and creation under the guise of destruction. Everything is overhauled

The sun goes down. The sun goes down. The radiance that makes up the sky turns to darkness and rises toward the ground.

At the center, there is a boy with infinitely spread wings like we saw before.

It was a ball of fire that might not have been a boy anymore.

It is a scene in which my body is used as firewood to set the world on fire.

This is a dream.

It is a landscape of a certain possibility that might have happened at one time.

It is a scenery that everyone has experienced at one time, but it is a scenery that everyone has forgotten.

Wiz, the candidate for the hero comes to the past with death, and everything is a forgotten landscape.

She remembered everyone’s forgotten memories in the form of a dream. It was as faint as it was a dream, but it succeeded in anchoring it in a corner of her memory.

The vivid memory of that dream was also full of displeasure.

Wiz recalled the dream she had forced herself to wake up from and she threw her sword at him.

This slash boasted an unusual speed and trajectory, like fast-forwarding a video or flipping through a picture book.

Eva couldn’t avoid it and had her throat cut for the third time.

Blood drenched the greens of the forest like a shoreline hit directly by the rolling waves of a storm.

Iba gritted her teeth again at the sight of her pain dizziness in front of her eyes. The cut on her neck was a neat straight line, as if it had been cut with a ruler. Whatever the shape of her wounds, though, regeneration was quick.

“You’re so, uh, so violent.”

Clearing his throat at the froth of blood in her throat, he continued.

“Do you usually train like this?”

Wiz swung her sword in the air and brushed off her blood.

“No… This is… The first time…”

She raised the blood-smeared blade up. The blue holy sword that covered half of her face shone brighter in the rising sun.

“The fact that he doesn’t die even after being decapitated… It’s amazing…”

Raising her left hand from the tip of the blade, she lowered her hand down as if painting something of her on her blade orb. Her blue blade gradually glowed golden.

“Then… Will this… Be okay…?”

It was undoubtedly divine power. The glare circled around the sword like fireflies wandering over a campfire.

“To us eternal glory, justice like a flame.”

The fireflies gradually gathered inside the blade and made the blue blade like a single flame.

“Even if it fades away over time, justice will shine as bright as it is right now.”

Very different from her usual tone, neither slow nor fast, with solemn words.

“Please come down.”

The divinity stayed perfectly within the sword.

As if the sky had stayed for a while, the brilliantly shining sword seemed to prove that it would do an excellent job of expelling all sorts of demons.

Eva smiled bitterly.

What I said earlier was not a lie. There is not the slightest blur in her actions now. Her eyes were calm, but the life that lurked inside them stinged her mind.

You really intend to kill me right away if you can.

The corners of his mouth rising were evidence of embarrassment and anger, not pleasure.

A sword imbued with divine power, and a strange body movement that cannot be followed even with physical abilities that transcend humans. In order to prevent that slash that moves several times faster than the surroundings by accelerating the time of its own body.

In order to increase the possibility of buying even a little.

He quietly placed his finger on his heart.

“【Set】”

It made the complicated images into empty space, even for a moment, and created an environment in which to say something vivid.

“【Phaeton】,【Icarus】,【Prometheus】”

The narrative of those who destroyed while enjoying absolute power was loaded. The image that became like a taut string of a bow.

“【My body is firewood】.”

I just shot it.

Grab!

Fever surged up around the heart, and blood vessels and blood all over the body rubbed at high speed to create sparks. The surrounding water quickly evaporated, creating strong smoke.

Shuuk, Chowk.

Wiz, who blew away all of that steam with two slashes, looked around. Eva was nowhere to be seen.

Suddenly, I felt strong heat in my throat. A blunt heat was transmitted as if it had been touched with a mug filled with hot water.

“Did I cut you once with this?”

Eva was behind her, placing a finger on her neck. Wiz turned around and threw a sword wind.

Eva also immediately stepped back to avoid the slash.

Wiz made his body time faster and matched it at a similar speed.

She immediately took her next step. It was just one step, but it was also a huge step that could be considered a leap.

And then, a battle began in which the wind of the sword roared through the sky and people’s footsteps roared through the ground.

Dodging the sword shot forward, hit the body of the twisted sword with it and raise it up, block it with your arm when you kick it, and if it comes to a slash again, use the body rotation to block it by touching the hilt with your elbow. Pay.

In the middle of the transition from dawn to morning, attacks and defenses faster than the wings of a bird were repeated over and over again. The gestures of the two figures, faster than the eyes can follow, seemed to draw a picture.

Around the time when simple attack, evasion, and block started to look like a graceful dance line, Wiz asked her question.

“You… Why… Don’t you attack…?”

Amid hundreds of battles created within seconds, it was always Wiz who attacked.

As Eva endured the burning pain all over her body, she opened her mouth to answer the question. A sharp fever of hers was on the tip of her tongue.

He answered with a cracked voice from burnt vocal cords.

“I am proving.”

“What proof?”

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Perhaps it was because her patience with pain had been loosened for a moment, but Iba couldn’t get out of the sword path like before and left a faint laceration. Blood seeped from his shoulder.

“I can control my anger.”

The pain was enough to make anger well up. The violence of the unreasonable warrior also deserved anger. The curse of misfortune deserved to spread its indiscriminate rage across the world.

But he persevered. Enduring pain, avoiding violence, and facing misfortune, discovering happiness in the beauty of the morning dew.

In the process, his head was cut off, blood flowed, and he used magic to burn the blood, and he rolled his already rough body even more violently and faced the pain even more terribly.

It didn’t matter because I could still endure it.

Wiz nodded his head after hearing that answer.

“I see…”

Wiz’s movements became faster. He no longer had the form of a person or an afterimage left behind, a speed that reduced time to minutes and became seconds, and then cut those seconds into hundredths and wrapped them around his body.

Wiz, who had a movement close to skipping rather than fast-forward, was already out of Eva’s line of sight.

Sereung.

The sound of a shattering sword came from right behind Eva.

Actually, the sound came later, and before that, the sword was already pointed at his throat.

Boom!

A heavy sword wind shook my eardrums. My hearing remained deaf, but there was no new sensation in my throat. There was only Cospumorus, the unique heat caused by the strengthening magic that burns the body.

“Let’s pretend I… Won…”

Having said that, Wiz put her sword back into the scabbard. The sound of the cold sword stopped, and the brilliant light of the sword that surrounded the dawn and divinity died.

Iva dispelled her magic and saw her.

“Do not kill me?”

“Yeah… Why…? I want to die…?”

“No.”

Eva looked back at her own condition. Tattered. It was enough to express it in those words. Body full of blood and dust

Her skin stuck to her other shirt. If you want to change clothes later, you will have to tear the skin off.

“Ugh.”

A sigh came out. She looked around and was covered in her own blood. In addition, the trail was concave with footprints.

“What are you going to do about this. If Stella sees it.”

“What about me?”

Afraid to speak, Stella came close to him. It was that she couldn’t notice her movements that killed her distinctive presence.

The star-like golden eyes scanned his figure and surroundings. I caught the sight of the bloody landscape and the ruined appearance of Iba.

“You know, Wiz.”

Her eyes gradually cooled. Her sweat trickled down her chin, and her appearance, which gave off a cool and healthy impression, gradually changed to that of ugly, dull flesh.

“Didn’t I tell you to fight moderately?”

“…?”

Wiz tilted her head, not knowing what she was talking about. She couldn’t guess the reason for her anger.

The corners of Stella’s mouth twisted upward. It was a laugh. Her smile came naturally to the absurdity that had risen with anger.

“You really…”

“Hey, hang on dude.”

“Don’t dry it, hey, let it go.”

“I haven’t caught it yet b*tch.”

From her previous life, Iva thoroughly knew how much Stella always cared for him.

It was so severe that he would stand up for Iba unconditionally if he had suffered violence even in the circumstances he had done wrong.

Her tolerable parents took care of Iva to the point of being told to go away.

Remembering this, Eba thought the situation would become even more annoying, so he made up a rough line of excuses.

She had no problem if she fought outside her eyes, but no matter how you look at it, it seemed like she would fight right in front of her eyes.

“It’s just that we were fighting, so I got excited and overused my regenerative ability, and that’s why I ended up like this. You too, think about what I was doing and fighting before.”

At those words, Stella recalled the mad fighting method she had seen before, fighting her Eva, that did not consider her own body in the slightest.

“Aha.”

She then slapped him on the back.

“You were a bastard.”

Stella slapped her back so hard that even her palms tingled, then she let go of her wrists and approached Wiz. The corners of her mouth were forming a wry smile unlike before.

“?”

Once again, Wiz tilted her head and Stella hugged her.

After hugging her so deeply that it took her breath away, she patted her on the back a few times.

“Why…?”

“Wiz.”

And whispered in her ear.

“Since Iba took care of it this time, I will also take care of it.”

Stella is no fool.

I felt such a loud sound and the ideal flow of wind. He could even sense divine power.

It could be seen that the sparring between Wiz and Iba went beyond simple sparring.

She pretended to believe in front of Eva, but she had already guessed a lot.

“But there is no next time.”

“Hmm… So… Do you care…?”

“Yes. He is my very dear friend.”

Wiz nodded her head with her face buried in her shoulder.

“I’ll consider it.”

“Thank you.”

After another few pats on the back, Stella let Wiz go.

“Ahh… Sweaty… Sticky…”

“I’m sticky with blood.”

“So who wants to fight like that?”

They moved their feet toward the mother and daughter’s house.

Then, Eva and Wiz’s eyes met. Wiz quietly raised her thumb to him.

“Gura… Thank you…”

“If you’re thankful, I’ll wash first later.”

“Uh… Um… Would you like to come in…?”

“Is it possible?”

“Wait a little… Wait…”

“Then would you?”

Stella, who couldn’t easily get over such a conversation, spat out a voice full of annoyance.

“Stop talking nonsense.”

She looked back at them with her disappointed eyes.

“Oh, isn’t this another?”

“Why… Efficient… That’s…”

Stella dismissed the dissatisfaction between the two.

“All but me?”

His mouth was filled with a smile.

“Yes, damn, let’s just go in together. The bath is good, but let’s become grandsons and grandsons and waste it.”

“Good.”

At the time we were having such a conversation, we gradually left the forest and arrived at a field of perennials that had been abandoned in places.

“So… No kidding… What do you really want to do…?”

“Was that a joke?”

“Isn’t that a joke?”

“Okay… Then you two wash… I’ll wash alone…”

Stella went behind her and hugged her again. Wiz, who could not stand her hug carrying her weight, ended up rolling around in the flower garden.

“Why are you upset?”

“aaa… Let go… Sticky…”

Looking at them like that, Iba thought ‘they’re playing well’ and moved her feet towards Monia’s house before them.

Then she saw a broomstick passing through the sky.

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Iba, who arrived at the house one step ahead of them, succeeded in entering the bath right away.

As she wiped her wet hair with a towel, Eva watched her sorceress leisurely drink her flower tea at her table.

“It’s been a while.”

“Yes, it’s been a while. Precia.”

The president of the Witch Association was there with one eye closed.

“Did you wash everything? Then sit down quickly. You guys haven’t eaten. Where have you been wandering around since morning?”

“A little bit, a little bit… Talking…”

“It’s a talent to get bloody while talking. Sit down quickly. The bread will cool down.”

Eva sat down in her seat, letting Monia’s nagging go through one of her ears. Lillia sat right next to her.

“Were you with those warrior candidates?”

“Yes.”

“Did you enjoy it?”

“Look at me.”

“Okay… We’ll have to talk about it later. How to treat something and talk to the point of blood.”

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Paud deuk. The sound of grinding her teeth was eerie. By the time they argue, I should be somewhere else. Thinking so, Iva put her tea to her mouth. It still smelled good.

Suddenly, my eyes went to the prophet reading the newspaper in the corner.

“When did you come?”

“Me? I just came right away.”

“I see.”

“I’m not inclined to enjoy fighting like you.”

“I hate fighting too.”

“I see.”

The Prophet answered lightly and then turned the paper over.

“By the way, you and the Flower Witch.”

“Why?”

“What is it?”

As if he had finished reading, he folded the newspaper and pointed to the flower field beyond the window.

And, just in time, the warrior candidates who had just finished taking a bath came out into the living room joking around with each other.

Iva glanced once at the moderately wet Stella, then looked at the Prophet again. At the tip of her fingertips, there was a flower garden that was no longer a perennial flower.

“Can you put the devil of the river to bed right there after breakfast?”

Lilia’s expression went rotten. She looked at Monia, then at Stella, then at Eva. The gaze that finally returned to the prophet showed her doubts, shame, and displeasure.

“Why?”

“Yes.”

Eva smiled blankly.

‘As expected, all the bastards in the dark have voyeurism.’

One of the hypotheses made while accumulating cultural knowledge was gaining persuasive power.