I Possessed the Villain in the Lily Novel

207 – Engagement (9)

The morning dawned without finding an answer to why he wanted compensation. Lack and desire. I ended up spending the night wavering between loss and compensation. Even if I knew, I wouldn’t have been able to sleep.

I didn’t know if the sunlight coming from the window above the ceiling was fake or real, but it was enough to tickle the sleeping person’s eyelids.

“Umm…”

The first to wake up was, surprisingly, Wiz. Ivar couldn’t say he woke up because he stayed up all night with his eyes open.

“Hmm… Hmm… Uh… Why am I here…”

Her beautiful naked body drew a dizzying line following the sunlight. She stretched out without covering her breasts, which were small but could easily meet aesthetic standards.

Then, I made eye contact with Eva.

“Ehh… Eh?!”

Perhaps now that he realized what he was like, he quickly wrapped himself in a blanket. Even though he had already seen the ball game, the sight of him doing something like that was so refreshing that Iba smiled slightly.

“Ugh… Ah… Uh, that…”

Wiz quickly gathered up the clothes he had thrown away last night and prepared an excuse. Perplexity overwhelmed reason, so proper language could not be created.

“No… That, uh, yesterday was…”

Wiz blushed as he recalled a powerful memory that woke him up from his sleep. I couldn’t even talk to him properly, let alone look at him.

“Now, wait!”

I quickly pulled over the blanket to cover my entire body and twitched a few times inside.

“Puh-ha!”

He stuck out his neck like a turtle and stared at Eva.

“…”

“…”

Wiz looked at him and moved his small lips.

“I… Admit that I am a pervert…”

“…?”

Ivar suddenly tilted his head, not knowing what he was talking about.

“But… Much more than me… More, more, more… You…”

I barely took a breath and then let it out.

“You pervert.”

There were countless things I wanted to say, but in the end I could only say this. I felt like if I said more here, my thoughts would get even more twisted. Therefore, only the most sincere words were condensed and conveyed.

“Pervert… Big pervert… Beast…”

I must have changed my clothes under the blanket, but when I pulled out of the blanket, my usual hero candidate clothes were revealed. She lightly jumped off the bed, landed on the floor, and innocently turned around to look at Eva.

“Still… I like it. As much as Stella.”

I glanced at Stella, who was still sleeping. Wiz smiled in satisfaction as he saw her sleeping soundly in Iva’s arms.

As long as it doesn’t fall off. Now connected through the medium of man. There was no doubt that the two had a stronger friendship than anyone else.

“Then… The second wife’s place is mine, right…? Yes… I’ll do it mine…”

Wiz hurriedly left the place without even hearing an answer. Using his supernatural ability, he quickly left the room without anyone even having a chance to recognize him.

Iva stroked Stella’s head as she looked at the empty spot where Wiz disappeared in the blink of an eye. I liked the cuteness with which she smiled and closed to my hand as if she was happy every time I stroked it. It was warm.

How can someone else’s body provide so much stability?

The ingredients may be the same, but everything is different. The texture, temperature, and scent. It is excellent for providing psychological stability. Why is it that I feel miserable when I hug myself, but I feel happy when I hug her? Is this also an obscene desire? Ivar couldn’t understand.

“Stella.”

I murmured the name of the girl who had been chasing the star and had now become the star itself. I remembered her as someone who didn’t originally have this red hair and had a much rougher texture.

Everything changes. Everything changes. But I didn’t feel like I had changed.

Neither my body nor my essence was the same as before, but it all felt the same. I even had goals other than freedom.

‘Hyeontaone.’

Ivar closed his eyes, mulling over words that people in this world could not understand.

“Okay?”

“I’m not sleeping.”

“Thank goodness. I thought what would happen if I fell asleep again.”

Iva opened her eyes and looked at Stella who was sleeping below. I don’t know when he woke up, but with his eyes shining brightly like stars, he caressed the space between Iva’s eyebrows with his finger.

“What if you sleep when I sleep? “I can’t take care of you.”

“You talk like some kind of animal.”

“Because it’s actually like a beast.”

“It’s literary.”

This is a very sharp analogy. Ivar continued to stroke her hair, recalling memories from the night before. Every time he did that, he caressed Iva’s forehead as if he was paying back. The finger gradually moved down and towards his dark circles.

“…There are so many metaphors for you too. No, should I say it is a connotation or a symbol? “You live with the symbol that you are sick.”

“I just couldn’t sleep, but it’s too much.”

“There is no disease as terrible as not being able to sleep, so what are you talking about? It’s even more serious because you’re not even forcing yourself to sleep, you’re not falling asleep on your own.”

He rubbed the area around his eyes vigorously, as if rubbing the dark circles would erase them.

“This is your illness and indulgence.”

Stella made eye contact with Iva with eyes that were darker and sadder than the traces of fatigue.

“I will forgive you no matter what you do while you are sick.”

“Thank you so much for that.”

“If I’m thankful, I think I’ll get better quickly.”

Just right. Stella said that and hit Iva hard on the forehead. For a moment, I lost sleep due to the spreading pain. Of course, I quickly returned to my original state of fatigue.

Now, any pain was useless in keeping me from sleeping.

Stella, who knew that, smiled bitterly and lifted her body from where she was leaning on Iva.

“Get well soon, let’s play together at night.” No matter how tired we become, there is no problem.”

“…Is that so?”

Iba also laughed along.

After adjusting her clothes, Stella suddenly left the room. Eva was left alone in the basement again. Left alone, Ivar continued his contemplation.

Loss and compensation. Lack and desire. About Hoin, a psychologically disabled person whose desires were castrated.

In the end, I couldn’t find the answer. I couldn’t escape this contemplation.

Not until quite some time had passed since then. According to Iva’s experience, it was about three days later.

“Iva.”

The basement door opened. Stella, with a haggard look on her face, called out to him.

“You can come out now.”

Only then was he able to step out of this small room.

This basement is probably the only place I can come out. That was enough for now.

**

Coming up from the basement, the first thing he needed was cleanliness. He was greeted by a bathtub filled with hot water to wipe off the sweat he had shed in the damp basement. He hinted that Stella should join him, but only received a cold refusal. Unfortunately, I washed myself alone.

The smell of sweat and dirty stains disappeared from my body, but the agony in my heart could not be eliminated. I felt skeptical that if I had to chase my dream, I would have to castrate my desires.

After washing my body, I looked for my clothes and realized that the clothes I had been wearing were gone. Instead, there was a pure white garment. Clothes that are whiter than a snow field, without the slightest stain or discoloration.

A typical ablution.

It was like a device to let people know that the place they were going to go from now was a place where they needed to save face.

When he put on these white, neat clothes and went out into the hallway again, a new person immediately greeted him.

“Ibaaa!!!”

“Oh.”

Inis ran and threw herself at him. Iva just grinned as he accepted her fierce hug.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t go this far. I was very lonely… Let’s stay together now, okay?”

“I’d like to say it was a touching reunion, but… It’s been a while since I last saw you. “Aren’t you making too much of a fuss?”

“I am different from the Stella I was constantly watching!”

“Gye, it wasn’t continued. There is something wrong with what you say. “Exaggeration has the potential to give people wrong preconceptions.”

“There’s no one here except us?”

Stella, who groaned softly as if she had nothing to say, solemnly turned around and continued down the road. A blush spread across her cheeks, hidden behind her red hair. It must be reminiscing about memories of the night.

“Ahaha… If this is the case, then I won, right?”

“Don’t engage in strange competition.”

Ivar followed Stella, not even thinking about letting go of Inis, who was clinging to her side with her arms folded.

“What about Lilia and Wiz?”

“Are you thinking about other women when I’m around?”

“There is one more person besides you.”

“That’s right, don’t ignore me. “You’ll get hurt.”

Innis seemed to not like their answer and hugged Ivar’s arm even tighter.

“Wiz… I think he wanted some time before we met.”

“Okay? But. “Maybe so.”

Ivar answered differently. In reality, I would have been embarrassed after experiencing something like that. So did Iva. In fact, I couldn’t look at any of them’s faces properly. I’m happy but embarrassed.

For no reason I feel guilty about what happened that day. Was it because I loved them, or was it just violence to satisfy my desires?

There was still no answer.

Is it free to be swayed by desire, or is it truly free to castrate desire?

“And Lilia.”

Suddenly, I thought of the owner. He is only a horse master, but in fact he is a man who devotes everything to his squire. She is one of those people who are faithful to their desires, but she is also not an unfree person.

This is a very difficult question and answer. As expected, there is still a lot to learn in the world.

“We are where we are going. Actually, it’s the same with Wiz.”

There is a lot to learn, so you must see more, and in order to see more, you must live longer.

And today is the day to extend that line.

Stella’s steps stopped. Iva raised her head from her dazed state and looked ahead. It was a huge door. A huge stone inscription with several words written in intaglio and various symbols carved in relief.

Innis, who had been gleeful just moments ago, took on a more solemn expression and relaxed her arms. Let Iva turn his gaze towards that direction.

“This is…! It’s all because I want Eva… It’s not my true intention. Actually now. No, I want to hug Iba all year round. Ah, no, this might be too much of a fuss, but this is my truth…”

“Take it in moderation, Innis. “Iva will be scared.”

“What, are you scared?!”

“No, not really.”

“Hmph. Look!”

“Yeah, that’s a really impressive friendship. Now open the door. Manage your facial expressions.”

Stella responded angrily and placed both hands on the huge stone gate.

“Don’t forget. Our situation now.”

I know everything.

‘I am a candidate for the devil. Others are hero candidates.’

People who shouldn’t be together met, and people who shouldn’t love each other fell in love. Not Romeo and Juliet. This banal yet attractive relationship called Forbidden touches the hearts of many people, regardless of time and place.

But that’s a story that should only be enjoyed in creative works. Things will change when it becomes reality. How much of a headache would it be if there were rare people who could defeat the devil who could revert humanity to the primitive era at any time?

They will hate not only the Demon King but also those around him. No one wants that.

The most amicable punishment is the restraint and management of the devil king candidate.

As always, it must be so this time too. This should be made the biggest punishment.

The door opens. I could see the people inside.

On the right seat is the president of the Witches Association, and next to him is Lilia. On the other side is the chief of the Tsushima Special Police, and the seat next to him is vacant. Innis stepped up to the position and filled the vacancy.

The Pope is seated in the center and there are seats on either side of the Pope. One seat was occupied by Wiz, and the other seat was soon to be filled by Stella.

Behind them was a huge stained glass window. It was a window that split sunlight into dozens of branches and changed colors.

Is it because the sunlight was too bright? Ivar stands still like a plant basking in the sunlight. I didn’t listen at all to what kind of punishment they were going to give me or what kind of conversation was going on, and I just blankly watched the sunlight.

I didn’t even know if the Pope’s face was a woman, a man, a child, or an old man. What meaningful words did Lilia flirt with, and how many times did Wiz and I make eye contact today? I didn’t know Stella’s expression as she tried to defend herself as best as she could but ultimately failed, or Innis’ desperation in expressing her strength.

I just thought, reasoned, and pondered.

What should I be and what should I do?

The punishment was decided even before the answer was given.

It was an extremely simple punishment.

Four people recognized by are appointed to monitor the candidate for humanity and execute him immediately.

Those four people are Lilia from the Witches’ Association, Innis from the Demon Lord, and Wiz and Stella, the Vatican’s Hero candidates.

Let them take responsibility and manage the devil king candidate.

Additionally, the Demon King candidate must also repay this generous treatment. All his powers will always be used for good deeds, and if he violates this, God, reason, and the will of the people will combine to punish him.

As long as the Demon King candidate remains a Demon King candidate, he will not be able to anchor himself anywhere and will not find rest. Wander around all my life and do things against my will.

In the end, to summarize the story, it is as follows.

Go on a journey with these four and practice good deeds.

Nothing has changed.

It was probably thanks to the efforts those four made to persuade those in power during the time they waited alone. Ivar laughed.