I Possessed the Villain in the Lily Novel

99 – Tribute (8)

The first meeting between Spica and Iva took place while carrying out a quest.

It was a quest to retrieve a treasure that a rich man dropped while moving, but Spica didn’t like the request very much.

There were many reasons, but first of all, the big thing was that I didn’t like the appearance of the rich man who was the client.

In an era where everyone starves and exposes their ribs, it would be difficult to look good with a tail weighing over 300kg without a single muscle.

And the man who was carrying out this quest wasn’t to my liking either.

Of course, the fact that he was a man was enough to dislike him.

To her, her men were always salivating over their bodies, so they were filthy because they didn’t keep her clean, and there was no beauty in the muscles that they had grown with lard-like fat. Besides that, there were a lot of things she didn’t like.

Anyway, rather than hatred for men in general, it was closer to hatred that resulted from prejudice and generalization that was developed and developed.

However, this time it wasn’t simply a sense of rejection due to gender dichotomy.

Because it was so cheap.

He ignored Spica’s friendly greeting.

Even though food was handed out, he didn’t accept it and frowned.

He was reading a book, so he pretended to know it for the sake of a conversation, so he put the book in fear.

‘Let’s finish it quickly and leave. ‘

Spica made that commitment. She is also tired of her social life. Anything is fine as long as you don’t stick a knife behind her afterward.

Fortunately, my skills were quite good. The spear’s fluttering was accurate, and he was able to use magic for doing such a low-education job. He admired his ability to put the right magic in the right place at the right time.

Then I went to the city where the long-awaited treasure was.

But a problem arose.

I learned the inside story that the treasure that was said to belong to a rich man turned out to be a valuable treasure of a clan.

Even the treasure is back in their hands.

Legally speaking, the ownership belongs to the rich pigs, but physical and psychological evidence says they are the legitimate owners.

It happens occasionally while carrying out a quest. When it becomes immoral to carry out the request no matter who sees it.

When that happens, most people choose to continue carrying out the commission. If you fail to carry out the request, not only will your trust decrease, but you will not receive a reward.

There was no fool like that in an era where people sold their lives to get even a penny.

Spica thought so too. It’s pitiful, but no one dies, only one treasure is taken. Look at others, it’s weirder not to do this under these circumstances.

But he was an exception.

“f*ck.”

I heard his voice for the first time. The content was insulting.

Then, he smiled facelessly at Spica.

“Hey, let’s give up on this request. They say it’s a keepsake of ancestors who have served the clan for generations, isn’t it a bit like taking it away? Just, let’s not do it. Later, tell that piglet that I betrayed him. He has no doubts about that pig. Even if I receive it, I will be responsible for it. I will make up for the compensation I didn’t receive. And the reliability… Uh… If you’re as skilled as you are, wouldn’t you be able to make a living somehow? I’m sorry, this guy has no countermeasures.”

He was an uncommon fool in an era when everyone was full of resentment.

He was the one who walked with the banner of justice that was now worn out.

He was a man who walked while looking at the stars, as if he appeared in a novel.

When Spica heard that, he felt ashamed of himself.

To get rid of that shame, she agreed to his methods. She decided not to carry out the request, which, of course, was not the way to pass all the responsibility on, as he had said.

She’s just fed up with the suckling pig, so she decides to make up the story: ‘The treasure was unavailable because it was destroyed by local marauders.’

Leaving the treasure and reward behind, Spica walked back the way she came with Eva.

As she was walking so silently, Spica asked why she was suddenly not greeted and she was ignoring herself.

“Uh… That’s…”

He replied scratching his cheek.

“It was because I didn’t know how to be kind. It was just… It was the first time I had been treated like that, so I looked suspicious.”

Spica burst out laughing when he heard that.

Afterwards, she told me about other unkind things, and she said that the reason she avoided talking about books was because she was just studying letters using books, so she didn’t know the contents of the books at all.

Spica hung out with him a few more times and defined him in his own way.

He was innocent.

In a land entangled with mud and dust, snow and blood, even a lingering fire will stand out.

There is no companion next to you to walk with, and on a snowy night dominated by darkness, even a small, pale star is bound to become a compass.

In a place where skeletons and flies and firewood boil, in a place where all life has rotted away, even a wild flower is precious.

For Spica, Ibarra was such an existence.

In an age when people’s bodies were used as firewood, they were treated as bulky garbage that could be seen on the streets, romance was no different from an excuse for the powerful and arrogant, and dreams could exist only as a luxury for those who look down on the poor. Era that didn’t exist.

In that era, he was the last romance and dream.

It was the brilliance of a star rising from a barren land.

That’s why Spica pampered him.

To protect that innocence, to keep the light from fading.

Being his first friend, I managed him in many ways.

But now.

I felt that my innocence was being tainted.

He who was tongue-in-cheek with a woman in bed.

His heart skipped a beat when he saw him stretching a silver thread with lifeless eyes.

How many hardships did they go through while coming to this world?

How hard it must have been to not be able to enjoy even the most basic human right to sleep.

How miserable it must feel to have to serve the master again in this world while trying to escape the stigma of being a slave.

The more he thought about it, the more his heart broke.

From her point of view, Lilia’s cooperation in putting Eva to sleep was seen as a vice to book and control him.

When I read it in the book, I didn’t hate it so much, but I rather liked it.

Just the fact that I touched him like this just made me feel unbearable discomfort like a volcano.

Lilia and I met eyes. He smiled proudly, wrapping his hand around Eva’s neck. It was disgusting.

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Puduk, the sound of grinding teeth lingered in my mouth like a flint.

“…Yeah, the demonstration went well.”

Stella grabbed Lilia by the shoulder.

“But.”

With a bit of resentment, I pressed it hard. Lillia frowned at her.

“Now it’s my turn.”

“Oops! Hey!”

After pushing him away like that, he succeeded in usurping Lillia’s place.

Stella put her hand on his cheek, just as Lilia did earlier. Unlike the previous life, I felt a slight cold body temperature. The eyes were right. His eyes were tired and lifeless.

“Ah… I’m sorry. I made you do this for no reason.”

As always, the eyes curved like crescents for Stella. That kind of eye smile didn’t change even if her appearance changed.

“If you don’t like it, you can just quit now. Of course… Lilia will suffer just as much.”

“…What are you talking about?”

Stella was serious about those words.

“Why am I quitting?”

She laughed bitterly when she said that.

“Never quit. I’ll definitely get you back.”

Both hands on his cheeks.

“I’m sorry, but bear with me.”

She pulled him closer and kissed her lips.

“Chewup…”

It was the moment when the line she kept was cut off to make her relationship with him beautiful while she wanted to remain pure.

The sound of something being cut came from somewhere.

To share magical power, just touch her mucous membrane with her lips and then exchange breaths. It is the end if the mana is transmitted over the shortest distance.

But Stella wasn’t done with just touching her lips.

The faint scent of flowers in him was unpleasant. He was offended by someone else’s flower in his own flower.

To cover him up, to regain this innocence, to usurp him.

He stuck his tongue out and rolled it.

“Jung… Chureup…”

What is her expression like now? How would she feel if her toys she used to play with were taken away?

She was so sweet that I would never have thought of it. Her jealousy and other profane feelings touched him and were washed away like cotton candy in her water.

I felt like I had touched a certain divinity. It was as if a part of her divinity had been cut out and placed on his tongue.

It was a sensation that was hotter than the flames. It was more thrilling than lightning. Evidence of life that I had not been aware of so far, I feel the birth of my heart. Not only the tongue, but also his heartbeat, felt as each other’s hearts overlapped, lifted the heart like a drum in war.

Stella pressed her body closer to him in order to covet the sweetness even more, and her tongue became stronger and more savage.

As strong and firm as a rope holding a ship together.

“Chewup… Phooha!”

The kiss was so intense that I don’t know if he gave her magic or part of himself.

Then she looked at Lillia as well. She smiled provocatively as her eyes met hers. She paid back what she had done.

“Isn’t this enough teaching?”

“Is this b*tch having fun…?”

Lilia smiled as well. She just raised the corners of her mouth and quivered, proving that the smile was not made by her joy.

The two looked at each other, smiled, and sent a silent warning not to covet their own.

Eva was dumbfounded and touched her lips with her hand.

She couldn’t imagine being kissed like this by Stella, so she couldn’t even show her embarrassment. I was so shocked that I felt like I couldn’t even breathe. She never thought she would get a kiss like this from her first love. The admiration that she thought was a love interest she briefly harbored for Spica long ago, no different from black history, pouted her head.

But that was only for a moment, and she smiled as she remembered her, the days she had spent with her, and her disposition. When I think about it again, it is a nauseous feeling.

She could not even keep her thoughts with him. A strong fatigue ran through her body.

“f*ck…”

She spat out a small curse at the shame and vomit that she had thought like a dog for a moment.

If you’ve received magic now, that should be enough.

“Hey…! Prophet! This place is ready!”

Ignoring the women who were still chatting, he exclaimed.

“Are you finished?”

The Prophet finally removed his hand from his ear and looked back. Eva nodded her head.

“Then go to bed now. I’ll go in.”

“Invading my precious place? A pervert.”

“Your twisting skills are no joke. Don’t ignore it while you’re tired and lie down.”

Iva followed her words and lay down.

He closed his eyes and Lilia stroked his hair.

Snap. Stella punished him by hitting the hand. Lillia glared at him disgruntledly, but Stella only grinned.

At the same time, they put their hands on his heart and circulated his mana.

Soon I heard Eva’s whispering breathing.

The two looked at him kindly. His tired eyes were embroidered with beautifully long lashes, and his expression relaxed peacefully.

The Prophet naturally lay down beside his bed.

“What are you doing?!”

“Shh. I’m awake.”

Lillia screamed in surprise, and the Prophet stopped by putting a hand over her mouth. Lilia covered her mouth in surprise.

“Dreaming is the most effective condition for entering a dream, but that condition is very difficult. So I reproduced the conditions as similar as possible to make it easier than entering a dream. This is a condition for invading his image. .”

The Prophet said that this act was for the sake of magic.

Iva said it’s okay since you’re a man. The two of them thought so, ignoring the awkward feeling.

The Prophet poured a pill, believed to be a sleeping pill, into his mouth and lay down on the bed.

And several minutes.

Even the Prophet could hear the sound of his breathing.

And again, several minutes.

The Prophet’s expression twisted painfully.

“After.”

Soon he woke up.

He took sleeping pills again, fell asleep, and woke up again shortly after.

I repeated this about three times.

And he got up and concluded.

“No.”

“What?”

“You cannot invade the image.”

The Prophet said seriously.

“The barrier of imagery is too strong. No one can penetrate it. The borderline of everyone’s mind is as wide as infinity.”

The Prophet shook his head.

“No one will ever reach his heart.”