I Possessed the Villain in the Lily Novel - Chapter 224



224 – Hero (8)

The devil is resurrected, all people turn into flowers, and the world is in danger of being destroyed.

An expedition to subdue the devil was set out to overcome the crisis.

Former Hero candidate Wiz at the forefront of the expedition.

She had already completed her regression.

“More petals!”

“Shit! “Now I can’t even see in front of me!”

After leaving Eternus, the number of petals increased even more and it became difficult to open one’s eyes.

It can be compared to a squall in the tropics.

You can only barely guess the location through the scenery you see as you break through the ground and flower petals.

The place they have arrived now is Ilios.

It was Innis’ hometown and the place where the devil of death almost appeared.

“…Lilia.”

Innis muttered gloomily, worried about her hometown that had changed so much and the main culprit of the change.

Originally, the distance between Eternus and Ilios was not at a level that could be covered in one day on foot, but after the Demon King descended, the space was reorganized to make it possible.

If you leave the city, there is another city.

It was as if all the roads that existed in the world were eliminated and all places were connected as one.

Even those places only remain where Lilia traveled.

Thanks to this, the travel time was shortened.

The problem is not time, but space.

How will we get through this space that turns into a flower garden if we let our guard down even a little?

“What are we going to do now!”

“Maintaining protection magic is also a limitation! You have to take time to recharge your magic power…”

“I can’t move forward anymore!”

All members of the expedition team prepare to die and undertake the journey.

Even for those people, there are moments when they have no choice but to shout out the impossible.

Times like now are like that.

If you just look away, the stragglers will be copied and you won’t even have time to allocate stamina. All materials are being used up faster than the wind.

If things continue like this, instead of reaching the devil, everyone will fall here.

The moment when everyone remembers the impossible in a corner and swallows their sleep.

But this moment is familiar to Wiz.

It was a moment I had already reached several times.

“I’m going crazy…”

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Wiz chuckled as he watched Iva’s expression decay in real time.

“It’s okay.”

She says.

“You can move on.”

Iva looked at Wiz.

“Is it a guess?”

“I’m sure.”

Ivar knows Wiz’s abilities.

“You…Saw it?”

Wiz didn’t respond to his words but laughed quietly.

Until recently, she was reluctant to reveal her regression to others.

The ostensible reason is to suppress variables as much as possible.

However, upon digging deeper, it was revealed that the dogmatic problem-solving method was achieved for more complex reasons.

A talent for force that one was born with.

The loneliness that came from growing up as an orphan.

A personality that is reluctant to relate to others.

Even a precious and precious friend who was considerate of her and supported her without saying a word.

She grew up in an environment where it was difficult to have the ability to actively rely on someone.

If I tell you anyway, no one will believe me.

Even if you believe it, it won’t be of much help.

Even if it is helpful, it is obvious that he will use this ability for personal reasons later.

All I need is Stella.

I closed my heart from the beginning and didn’t let anyone in.

Wiz’s special ability is a solitary power.

She made it that way herself.

But Wiz has changed.

We started sharing information more actively.

I learned to rely on the abilities of others.

I have learned to honestly admit my shortcomings and weaknesses, saying that it is difficult and that I cannot do it alone.

‘It’s all thanks to you.’

Wiz smiled while looking at Iva.

Wiz learned from Iva how to trust people.

Even thinking about it now, it’s absurd.

This is how I fell in love with the person I was once so jealous of.

Even when the world was in danger of destruction, that love did not diminish, but rather became more affectionate.

He is the shade of summer and the bonfire of winter.

I feel comfortable just by being around you.

I think I understand to some extent what I heard from Stella in the past: ‘The reason the desert is beautiful is because it hides a spring somewhere.’

Just thinking about his presence anywhere makes the world seem more beautiful.

That’s why.

“Because I will move you forward.”

You can trust Wiz and entrust yourself to him.

In the regression so far, Wiz could not get past Ilios at this moment.

No matter how many times I repeated, I could not get beyond this place and reach the Demon King.

Wiz realized the reason.

‘I couldn’t get over this place from the beginning.’

It was impossible for her to penetrate this place in the first place.

That is not pessimism or discouragement, but a pure acknowledgment of fact.

We cannot overcome this place without sacrifice.

If it were like the old days, I would have tried to force my way through this place on my own. No, he would have tried to escape this space even if it meant sacrificing someone else.

But not anymore.

She has colleagues who share the same goal.

There is a belief that a colleague can definitely achieve the goal.

The fantastic ability to turn reality into a dream.

She no longer dreams. There is no need to dream.

I no longer need the power to know everything and solve problems using people around me.

Wiz increased his speed faster than the group and rushed into the petals.

“…?! Wiz! What are you doing!”

“I’m sorry Stella.”

The road decorated with colorful flower petals in full bloom was like a road leading to heaven.

Magical power shimmered like a haze around her holy sword. What is contained within it is the power of a supernatural ability. The mysterious ability to control one’s time.

It is a power that can speed up or slow down the body depending on how it is used, but Wiz used this power only to make himself faster.

In a way, it was natural. Even if you try to slow down your body, you will only get attacked by the enemy.

But not now.

Wiz’s sword became slower than ever. Compared to the flower petals, whose movement changes every moment according to the direction of the wind, it was as if they had stopped.

Nevertheless, the blade flashed. Anticipation has not died.

Rather, the tip of the knife seemed sharper than ever.

Perhaps because it was slow, I could see Geomro more clearly than before. It even had a certain artistry that comes from the purity and wonder of nature, like a seed germinating.

As his body slowed down, Wiz was left defenseless in the storm of flowers. The companions are also busy trying to stop the storm and cannot receive help due to the distance.

It doesn’t matter.

I was aiming for this anyway.

The petals touched Wiz. A flower bloomed on her head. The first flower that bloomed was as beautiful as a decoration.

However, as time passed, the flowers gradually increased and filled the head to a disgusting level.

It got to the point where I couldn’t tell whether Wiz had become a flower or Wiz had become a flower.

The flowers around her also slowed down like her.

As the body became a flower, the power of the ability to control the body’s time was assimilated with the surrounding flowers, causing them to slow down as well.

Even as she was blooming, the sword was moving. Even though it is slow, it is sure.

Although it was slower than a sword wielded by a child, the power contained in that sword was stronger than ever.

When the trajectory of the sword I swung reached the end.

Wiz’s head became a complete flower field, perfectly blending in with the surrounding scenery.

At the same time.

The road that was so full of flower petals that you couldn’t even see an inch in front of you, and that was hard to even call a road, took the form of a complete road.

The sword wielded by Wiz. The petals drew a circle along the trajectory. The colors slowly fluttered as if unaffected by gravity or the wind.

A tunnel made of flowers was created.

A sword road made by burning one’s life.

The road was made. Now all that’s left is to move on.

It was unfortunate that I wasn’t among those people, but I wasn’t sad.

Wiz closed his eyes, surrounded by the beautiful and fragrant last.

The immortal being burned even death with mortal determination, and entrusted the future to the one he loved, who was no longer immortal.

Iva quietly looked at Wiz buried in the flower petals and lifted the holy sword stuck nearby.

“Let’s go.”

A holy sword filled with faith was held in the hand of the warrior.

**

The sword path created by Wiz continued for a long time.

The place the expedition reached was Asphodel.

Lilia’s hometown and the place where Stella and Iva reunited.

A space where the promised reunion took place beyond time and space.

A simple and fragrant village where everlasting flowers adorn the meadows.

However, now the simplicity and fragrance have disappeared due to the demon king’s curse that attacked the village like a swarm of locusts. If the degree is excessive, even the original beauty will disappear.

The simple atmosphere became an unpleasant silence, the scent became a bad smell, and the expedition team’s nose had long since adapted to the bad smell.

Without any time to reminisce, they continued on their way in silence.

Despite Wiz’s sacrifice, the Demon King’s curse swept back and hit the expedition force harshly.

However, the sacrifice was not meaningless.

Perhaps they were so impressed that even the former Hero candidates entrusted their future to Ivar without hesitation, so they too did not spare their lives.

They took it upon themselves to rush forward on their own feet and open the way.

I don’t know if this action was desirable or not, but at least it was certain that we could move forward more clearly and quickly.

Ivar clicked his tongue as he saw the speed of manpower consumption increasing as quickly as the speed of advancement.

“Crazy b*stards…”

Stella also nodded, agreeing with the idea.

“So, warrior, what can we do?”

“Let’s chew some beef jerky.”

“That’s a good idea.”

It was said lightly, as if it were farmland, but it was an action made with cool judgment. Now they are leaving behind the power that has the highest chance of winning when fighting the Demon King.

Although each person who participated in the expedition lived a life where they were revered as geniuses, they gave up their pride and willingly gave up their lives as a stake in the advancement.

It is free to feel pain at their sacrifice, but if it ends with just feeling pain, the sacrifice becomes meaningless.

You need to prepare for the fight against the devil by allocating as much stamina as possible and filling your stomach.

As they were leaving Asphodel, Stella, who was mumbling about beef jerky, opened her mouth.

“Iva.”

Iva was just confirming that she had entered a new city, noting that the surrounding geography had changed.

“Uh…Why?”

“What are you thinking?”

“Just. What should I do next?”

“Is that really all it is?”

Stella saw the anger quietly burning beneath Iva’s eyes.

“I also want to… Think about the dead people. “I was wondering how to resolve that resentment.”

“Really?”

Even though it was such a serious situation, Stella smiled.

“…What’s funny?”

“I just thought you were the same.”

Stella looked back at the place she left and opened her lips.

“I was thinking about memories.”

Stella was literally reminiscing about memories.

The connection from my past life that I met again in Asphodel, the time I met Wiz in the convent when I was barely aware of my past life, and the time I first learned the writings of this world and read fairy tales and legends.＜ Br＞

Going back even further, I remember my childhood when I first learned how to read and read books, the joy and a bit of futility I felt when I learned magic and spearmanship and became a one-man mercenary, and one day I made many like -minded colleagues and formed a mercenary group.

When I first met Iva.

“In the middle of this?”

“In the meantime.”

While Eva is thinking about the future, Stella is thinking about the past. Their relationship, similar yet different, was based on these small differences.

“That’s a little more romantic.”

Stella loves romance.

It was a love caused by lack. It was love for what he did not have.

Stella consciously loved romance.

Even if I had to force it, I tried to hold it to myself.

Stella is different from Eva.

There is no such pure longing for hope.

A cool-headed mind always leads you to assume the worst.

I don’t know if that’s why I’m becoming more obsessed with Iva.

Even during this time, Ivar is predicting the possibility of everyone surviving.

“It’s also cliché.”

Reminiscing about the past on the battlefield, how romantic and royal it is. Stella closed her eyes, enjoying the scent of flowers.

“The more I think about it, the more I regret it. There are many books I haven’t read yet. There are many plays and movies I want to see.”

Ivar frowned.

“I told you not to use lines like that.”

“Why? Because you’re anxious?”

“If you think about it, it seems like a will…”

The conversation stopped. Iva noticed Stella’s thoughts. His eyes burned with even more anger.

“That’s right, Iba. “I’m preparing to die.”

Stella continued speaking calmly, as if ignoring the gaze.

“You know it too. “How childish it is to think that we will all return here alive.”

How pure the wind is.

“Wiz is already dead.”

A voice that calmly tells the truth.

“We have already not been able to get the ending we wanted.”

A happy ending for everyone has already disappeared from the future.

So what is Stella hoping for now?

What should we love in this age of romanticism?

What should we hope for when hope is lost?

It was the same as always.

Her hope was always him.

Because he is the one whose light does not fade no matter how worn and worn, because he speaks of justice even when justice is blurred, because he is the one who wanted to become a human even when human life turned into that of an animal.

Iva’s life was her wish.

“When did Shiba, who was a little boy, become such a dashing young man?”

My first wish is to meet again even in death.

It has already been accomplished.

What can I do to be more greedy?

It was a life with a lot of love.

I felt really fortunate that it was him who I fell in love with in the end.

“Iva, I’m leaving. Don’t be sad. It’s already happened once. But you will find me again someday. I’m so sad yet so happy about it. “I’m sad that I’m left with your pain, and I’m so happy that you’ll always remember me.”

A life full of greed and love.

It’s selfish, but if there’s one thing I want more, it’s that I want to remain in that life.

“But remember. “I will remain in you forever.”

Stella placed her hand on Eva’s chest and slowly brought her face closer.

“Close your eyes, Eva.”

In the final greeting that quoted Damian’s verse, Ivar accepted her meaning without saying a word.

There were so many reasons, whether it was sadness, anger, or respect, that Stella’s lips gently touched my tightly closed lips without knowing why.

Stella’s magical power was conveyed through her breath. Even the divine power that I couldn’t convey because it was harmful when I was a demon.

Then, he moved his finger on his chest and engraved something that was neither a picture nor a text.

“Yes, this is it.”

Stella parted her lips and smiled. It was a fresh and fresh smile that did not match the battlefield.

The place where our lips met was hot. If I knew kissing was this good, I would have done it a long time ago. I also took my first kiss. We should enjoy everything together.

What comes to mind are countless good memories and the countless disasters that came with them. It was basic that life was at risk, and there were often times when there were crises that could never be met.

However, after overcoming countless disasters and overcoming even death, I reached him again.

That is enough.

A new brand has been engraved on Iva’s body.

A stigma that prevents destruction, not a stigma that prevents regeneration.

A stigma meant to protect him, not to destroy his body.

Magic that protects against the devil’s curse.

Even amidst these numerous disasters, the wish to protect Iva was engraved in his heart.

After that, Stella and I continued to travel for a while, until the number of people remaining could be counted on one hand.

Slurp. I heard the sound of someone falling.

Iva looked back.

Stella’s appearance, as if she was holding a bouquet of flowers, resembled a princess from a fairy tale.

The ending of the person who started from the lowest place seemed nobler than anyone else.

Iva quietly watched her so as not to wake the sleeping person and picked up the holy spear.

Suddenly, a sacred spear filled with hope was held in the warrior’s hand.