I Possessed the Villain in the Lily Novel

219 – Hero (3)

“No!”

Lilia quickly stopped the wise man from speaking before he had time to express his opinion.

“Sage! You don’t have to listen to this idiot! So, please listen to my request first.”

“What? A guy like this? Hey Lilia, if you ignore other people’s opinions like that…”

“You’re the one who ignores other people’s opinions!”

Lilia looked at Iva and screamed.

“Who is it that makes you want to die in front of me?! How many times have I told you that I would never see that again!”

Not that he didn’t know how he felt, Ivar kept his mouth shut. If the situation were reversed, he would have been as angry as she was.

But unfortunately, that is just an assumption.

The candidate for the Demon King was Eva, and the flower witch with a bright future was Lilia. Reality does not change. Ivar made up his mind.

I don’t want to kill others just to survive. I wouldn’t know if they were killing people by swinging a knife just to survive.

I didn’t want to cowardly pass on the role to someone else and kill that person by accusing him of being the evil of humanity.

Even if I had a human body, I wouldn’t be able to enjoy it. I will live with regret and suffering for the rest of my life.

It’s not human to live like that.

A person’s life does not exist in the body, but in the posture.

“…First, calm down. There is no need to make a decision so hastily yet.”

Ivar nodded for now. It was just a formal action.

Why? I was always very moody. I thought I would never change this decision.

“If you go like that, how will I look at the other kids’ faces…”

Lilia glared sharply at Eva. There was more sadness than anger in those eyes.

“Seup… Huu…”

Lilia took a deep breath for a moment and placed her hand on her chest.

The hand fell into her without being caught by clothes or flesh. Light shimmered around my hand. It took me a few seconds to tear myself apart like that. Lilia removed her hand from her chest. Before I knew it, my empty hand was holding a piece of paper.

Faded letter paper.

Akera, the teacher’s will.

The reason why Lilia went on a trip.

“Sage, can you grant my wish first before granting Iva’s wish? Please read Master’s letter.”

To change the subject, Lilia took out a letter. A letter from a teacher hidden deep in the soul through magic. What was sealed so that it would not be lost no matter what happened at any time was taken out.

[Is that your master… Akera’s will?]

“…Yes.”

Lilia replied to the wise man’s question. In order to deliver the letter that was her master’s last will, she gave up her studies at the Witches’ Association and began traveling.

She had no way of knowing the contents of the letter. The seal of the letter was enchanted so that it could only be opened when the letter reached the Tower of the Wise.

She was also curious about what was written.

Is it a simple greeting or is it about a hidden legacy? Or…

[If there is a request for you in the contents of this letter, is it okay for me to fulfill it?]

A very important secret.

“That’s…”

Lilia, who was about to nod out of habit, stopped moving and raised her head towards the sky again. The wise man was nowhere, but for some reason, it felt like he was somewhere. Strange feeling. Lilia pondered where to place her gaze and eventually decided to fix it on the sky.

“…If you have my story written down, please show it to me. Then I will decide.”

Lilia stretched out her hand. In his hand was a letter from his teacher, a document that was in some ways like a will.

Like a butterfly flying in his hand, the document floated into the sky.

The seal on the letter was broken, and the letter was opened wide. The paper with the hidden content written inside the letter came out and fluttered like a butterfly. At a distance so far away that the human eye could not reach, the letter stopped and the folded paper opened wide.

The letter was fixed in the air.

The wise man began to read the contents voraciously.

There was silence for a moment. There wasn’t even the sound of breathing that was heard intermittently. The wise man seemed to be reading the letter seriously.

[…

What on earth is it about that this heated space has cooled down due to Iba’s treatment? The longer the silence lasted, the more Lilia’s curiosity grew.

Although it was brought up as an opportunity to change the topic, the desire for the letter was always sincere. It has been several years since her teacher died, and the emotions condensed over those years swirled within Lilia’s eyes.

A few minutes passed, and the wise man’s voice rang in my ears again.

[…Lilia.]

“Yes, wise man.”

[I think you should read it.]

“…!”

The letter was folded again and placed inside the stationery. The letter went down as gently as it had gone up and landed in Lilia’s hand.

“…Gulp.”

The reason for traveling is finally revealed. The teacher’s last words. A burning curiosity struck Lilia’s heart.

Lilia took out the letter from inside the stationery and opened it as if she were fascinated.

There were letters scrawled in elegant font on pretty light pink stationery. Master’s unmistakable handwriting.

The letter, which began with the sentence ‘To my dear friend,’ began with an apology for dying and a request for forgiveness for having his disciple ask the wise man once again. Ordinary introduction.

Lilia skipped over the preface and turned her attention straight to the main topic. If I had the same mind, I would have loved to read and analyze this single letter for hours, but now was not the time.

The voice of a wise man heard while delivering a letter. The emotions contained in it were comparable to those when talking to Iva.

A serious story similar to Iva’s situation is written in this letter. Lilia continued to read the letter with such confidence and tension.

The greeting was followed by the reason why Lilia was instructed to go to the wise man. In other words, it was a story about what the teacher wanted to gain from the wise man.

And that story made Lilia doubt her eyes.

The letter was composed of rambling and verbose expressions, unlike the teacher’s usual writing skills.

Is this a reflection of the confused feelings at the time of writing the letter, or is it intentionally less readable? As of now, Lilia had no way of knowing. I just skimmed through the text quickly out of impatience.

Lilia’s brilliant mind made it possible to quickly understand the intention and content even if the text was vaguely expressed.

Intelligence has become poison.

The contents of the letter were briefly summarized as follows.

-‘Lilia has the ability to lure devils, so she is more likely to come into contact with devils than others. As a result, there is a possibility that it may absorb the devil’s nature, and furthermore, it may become an even more dangerous being. She has qualities that shouldn’t be there. Wise man, I hope you get rid of it.’

To summarize more briefly, it is as follows.

-‘Lilia has the qualifications to become the Demon Lord.’

There is a person with a unique ability who is neither a monster nor a devil and can become a demon lord.

That is Lilia.

After reading the letter, Lilia was dazed for a moment.

My brain, which had been working quickly, trembled and broke down like an overloaded machine. The accident stopped.

When Ivar came to this world, many fates were twisted.

A depressed person came to life, a dying person came to life, a living person died, a person who hated men became crazy about men, and the warrior who would defeat the devil followed the devil.

A lot has changed. There are so many things that I can’t even dare to count.

One of those many twists happened to Lilia. It wasn’t just a matter of twisted taste.

“This, this…”

Hero candidates are determined by innate talent. If so, wouldn’t the opposite also be the same?

Rather, it can be assumed that Iva, who acquired the characteristics of a devil and became a candidate for the devil, is a strange person. Most talents and qualifications are naturally determined. This time was no different.

If he hadn’t come to this world. If he wasn’t transformed and turned into a monster, or fused with a devil and became a devil.

Who would be the Demon King candidate who should have existed in this world along with the Hero candidate?

‘…Is that me?’

It is not that there are no cases to point out.

Even before encountering Iva, Lilia had particularly frequent encounters with devil worshipers, vampires, and demonic beasts. Considering their proportion of the total population, it was a strangely high encounter.

Lilia thought it was her bad luck.

But what if it wasn’t that?

If everything had been planned from the beginning. Everything from the entanglement of those connected to the devil, Lilia’s suspiciously high magic aptitude, and Akera’s unfortunate death involving a vampire. If she was fate.

If it was his destiny to lure the devil and be close to the devil.

“Wow…”

With the coming of Iva, many fates have changed. It was the same for Lilia.

A changed candidate for the devil.

Iva took on Lilia’s fate instead.

“Lilia!”

I felt nauseous for a moment. Iva’s worried voice came from next to me.

“What have you done!”

[This incident is very unfair to me. I also didn’t expect it. Could it be that Akera hid this fact on purpose…? Well, he knows me. I also have the magic skills to make that possible…]

The wise man wondered why he had not noticed Lilia’s qualifications. It’s not that I didn’t know about Lilia’s existence from the beginning. She already knew Lilia.

The proof is that the main character of ‘Butterflies Live in Her Eyes’, a book that connects the Earth and this world, is Lilia. The wise man knew that Lilia was one of the important people in this world.

But I misunderstood its importance.

Her value was judged only as an observer who would be at the center of the process of changing the world. I didn’t know that he would have the same level of importance as a hero or demon king.

It was probably the work of Lilia’s teacher, Akera. She deliberately concealed Lilia’s existence from the Sage. It made it impossible to pay attention.

It’s not just the wise man. Devil worshipers and vampires also did not know that she had the qualifications to be the devil.

It seems that his reputation as the best wizard in history was not just a rumor.

Even though he had the name of a wise man, it was not easy to guess how complex and massive his magic was.

Akera hid his disciple’s qualifications from the world.

Don’t let anyone else know, not even you or the person who might be helping you. Thoroughly.

There is one reason: to protect Lilia.

If it were revealed that Lilia was a candidate for the Demon Lord, many people would definitely try to use her.

As soon as the wise man noticed the qualification, numerous uses and values came to mind.

If the devil worshipers or paladins found out about this, they would react much more violently. Your life will be threatened anytime, anywhere.

Akera used hidden magic on the entire world for his disciples. The price must have been too high for a single human body to bear.

‘Was the reason why Akera died so absurdly in an accident because her body was weakened as a result?’

The wise man was dumbfounded.

Akera is neither a hero nor a demon lord, but a genius who has reached the limits of magic with the body of an ordinary human.

She sacrifices her talent and lifespan for just one student.

It was a fierce love for his disciple.

Akera probably didn’t know when she wrote this letter that that love left a huge scar on her love over time.

She probably never dreamed that a boy from another world would become a candidate for the Demon Lord.

This is kind of like an accident. It’s bad luck.

But in the end, it is reality.

No matter how many excuses you make, what has already happened doesn’t change.

Lilia was a qualified candidate for the Demon King.

If a boy hadn’t suddenly become a devil, she would definitely have been a candidate for the devil.

Akera was concerned about this and sent it to the wise man. If you are wise, you can completely eliminate her legitimacy.

As a result, it became a pointless concern.

Her legitimacy was taken by a boy from another world.

It was decided that he would die fiercely, bearing all his sins. It’s as if I took on her burden.

In reality, it was like that.

“How, how…”

Lilia sat down in shock as if she had lost her soul. Her eyes were blurry. His mouth was like that of a madman, constantly repeating regret, lamentation, and despair.

Instead, the burden he shouldered should have been hers. In the end, it’s no different than passing the blame on to him.

He made the innocent bear the burden of guilt.

Lilia realized her sin.

Lilia couldn’t calm down for even a moment due to the overwhelming sense of guilt. It felt like all the pain he had suffered so far, all the misfortune he had during this journey, were all his fault.

I have faced countless deaths and near-death experiences. How painful it must have been, how sad it must have been. I could only guess and tears fell.

“Hey Lilia, why are you like that…”

As Iva looked at her in confusion, Lilia kept her mouth shut. My teacher’s letter, which was my most precious treasure, was tightly crushed.

‘You shouldn’t worry.’

Lilia composed herself. What right do you have to earn his pity? This fact must never be revealed to him.

[…I won’t rush you. Think slowly and tell me the answer. What kind of request would you like me to grant to you?]

The wise man told them to take a little more time to think.

“Iva, think again.”

Lilia got up from her seat and sat down a little away from Iva. Ivar interpreted that behavior as Lilia being tired of him.

“…”

Out of guilt, Ivar could not say anything more to Lilia.

Although both sides felt indebted to each other, they had no intention of resolving the debt in favor of the creditor.

Because I thought too much about the other person, I went against their wishes.

They told us to take our time, but in fact, it had been a long time since both of us had made a decision.

Iva and Lilia too. From the moment I heard the words from the wise man, I made one decision.

‘Yes, I guess I can give my life to you.’

Coincidentally, I had the exact same idea.

Lilia thought. An apology for shouldering his own karma.

A way to clear away both your sins and this love.

There was only one way to wash away his sins and remember him with love.

Eva also thought.

This decision is the final gift to Lilia.

It was an apology to the witch who became more unhappy while with him.

[It’s okay if you don’t have to say it out loud. Because I can read your consciousness.]

There was silence for a long time. What seemed at first glance to be a time of contemplation was nothing more than a meaningless waste of time.

The wise man who knew their hearts judged that any further time would be meaningless and spoke again.

[Okay, have you decided?]

“Okay.”

“Yes.”

They both answered. The wise man knew their hearts. It was unchanged.

[Okay, then I will grant your request.]

Color was added to the previously white space. Colorful, flower garden-like magical powers were seeing. The world that seemed like a blank page became colored like a beautiful and bright watercolor painting.

Ivar closed his eyes. I slowly prepared to accept my own death. This was the right procedure, and it would have been a just ending.

A sinner takes on his sins and sublimates, what a happy ending this is.

The devil was defeated and everyone lived happily.

If you think about it, there couldn’t have been a happier ending. This is the ending I should have prepared for from the moment I became the Demon King.

It’s okay though. Since there are people who will not remember you as evil, this love will spread through them. Philanthropy will spread throughout the world.

Although I regret not being able to see the process, I can still say that this is a sufficiently satisfying life.

[Okay, now it’s over.]

Iva opened her eyes at the wise man’s words.

Ivar felt his heart working properly. Even though no magic was used to suppress regeneration, the body moved normally. I don’t feel any demonic energy. I no longer feel the unpleasant force that I always felt in my body. My mind is refreshed. My head is fine. The eyes are clear.

Something is strange.

“Wait a minute, why am I fine…”

Unlike Iva, who was fine, a flash of light was rising from Lilia next to her.

The wise man says nothing.

The pure white space began to collapse. The white space becomes full of natural colors. A sight that looks like a drug addict’s brain is collapsing.

The wind blows. It was the most disturbing wind in the world.

The wind brought the scent of flowers.

It wasn’t just the scent that drove me, it was also the season. The scent of flowers from different blooming times came together and confused the tip of my nose.

It was spring, fall, winter and summer here. The four seasons bloomed at once, then withered, and then bloomed again. The division of time was meaningless. The division of space was also meaningless. All seasons come together to her. All beauty, fantasy, and dreams come together. There were as many butterflies as there were flowers that bloomed.

A sneer was heard from the butterflies. The sound of those wings taunting everyone in this space, and even all life, beauty, noble movement, change, and growth. All progress was denied.

It was a living regression, regression, and stillness.

The sound, scent, color, texture, and sweet taste that announce the end of this world.

The five senses have lost their function.

What is the color of that flower? It is black, red, blue, yellow, and green. Ah, I don’t understand. My head hurts.

As a reward for witnessing this, Ivar felt pain as if his brain was being massaged with fingers. Blood was pouring from the eyes and nose.

There is pain, but life is not over.

The final death was still far away.