I Possessed the Villain in the Lily Novel - I Possessed the Villain in the Lily Novel chapter 168

168 – Lawsuit (3)

“…What?”

Wiz opened her mouth in her embarrassed face.

The circumstances of not being able to come here. It was hard to hear it in a good way.

Even more so, Wiz once had memories of leaving countless lives behind because of her return. It was easy to come as a shock when someone in the future spoke of a meaningful absence.

“What are you talking about… Few people can come… I can’t believe…”

The Prophet covered her mouth in surprise.

“Oh!”

The atmosphere in the audience became quite tense. Some rolled her eyes anxiously, others sighed quietly, and others chewed her lips. Eva calmly looked around her and then threw her words away.

“There is no change in the lack of social skills.”

“Yeah… I need to be careful. It was misleading. I’ll correct it.”

Wiz asked back.

“Sociality?”

“He often skips the front and back and says misunderstood words. It probably doesn’t mean much.”

Eva did not attach much weight to those words. The words of a prophet were always like that, so he didn’t trust them because they weren’t backed up by explanations.

“Nothing special.”

The Prophet once untied his neck and explained briefly.

“It takes quite a while to come to this island in the sky once you enter it. Most of them have recently come and gone, so they can’t come in.”

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“What…”

Lillia snorted in disbelief. She was just that kind of thing, which made her nervous and dumbfounded herself. Could it be that she got even closer to death recently. The accident went that way.

In one corner of that dignified gaze, I gently grabbed Eva. What is that person thinking right now? Wouldn’t she have thought that she would die in the future? Would he have been happy to think of it?

Am I in the future that person wants?

Many doubts flew up in her eyes, which fluttered like butterflies, and she attached herself to him. The fluttering delusion scattered things like poison powder. Lest she be blinded, lest her heart rot any more, Lilia turned her eyes away.

“Wait, wait a minute, Sky Island? Was this Kyle Devouti?”

Lilia questioned the Prophet’s words.

“That’s right! Sky Island! I wanted to go there…!”

Stella jumped up, delighted with those words.

It seemed as if he could check the end of the earth right now.

“I’ll take you later, so calm down…”

“Oh? You promised?”

“Yes yes ok. So… Is that Kyle Devoutier?”

The Prophet answered immediately.

“No. This is a private sky island created by the Flower Witch herself. Unlike the floating city of Kyle Devoutier, it is a very private space. Well, it’s not open to the public either…”

“I’m the Sky Island? Wow… I’ve really succeeded.”

Lilia smiled and replied in a sullen tone. After Mannyeonhwa Garden, a mansion-level villa, then Sky Island. It was hard to be surprised now.

“So? Why did I build a villa while making Sky Island? What the hell is going on?”

The Prophet shook his head.

“I can’t tell you that. Everyone has a promise.”

“Who do you promise?”

“It’s none other than you. No one knows what kind of butterfly effect my slip of the tongue will have here and now.”

Shh. The Prophet grinned, holding his index finger to his lips. It was very alluring, combined with the elf’s unique appearance, but unfortunately, there was no one here to admire her beauty now.

Because everyone knows how insignificant the past has been.

“To say something closer to the truth, I hadn’t heard anything from here before, so I had a strong desire for the same thing to happen.”

“I knew it.”

There are a lot of guys who can’t see the good things of others even if they die.

Even Innis has a tendency to show a hard side from time to time, so he could have said something mean like that.

“The reason I brought them here is simple. Everyone here right now has gone through quite a bit of hardship, right? I’ve heard it from them, so don’t try to lie.”

All the eyes of those sitting in the chair pretended not to be so and turned to Iva. The world’s past. The person at the center of it.

Someone saved him from there and led him to ruin, and someone realized the bondage he so hated through his own selfishness.

A person who was always close to death.

Actually, Iba was tired. He was tired of thinking too much.

Burning hope also gives fatigue, but burning hatred also accompanies fatigue. Did you say that the extremes are connected? That was it.

Iva blankly nodded, not noticing that the eyes were on her.

“For now, everyone, take a break. We’ll talk about it the next day.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Yes? Of course it’s a story that will go back to the original time.”

Innis hardened.

“Huh? Didn’t it go back on its own as if it came from a place called Earth?”

“Yes? No. It can’t be. It was a different world that I went to unexpectedly. This is the original world. Of course, you are not judged by cracks, so it will not be restored on its own.”

“…Crack?”

“Ah, I don’t know about this either. I’ll prepare a related thesis. Read it if you’re interested. Let’s talk about it later.”

The Prophet clapped once. Rumia, who was alert at her gesture, raised her hand.

“I’m not your servant, so please don’t give me orders like that! I’ll do what I need to do! Now, everyone, please follow my instructions and enter your room! Rice is available at the restaurant, so you can eat it yourself!”

Everyone was a bit grumpy, but it was true that they were tired.

“…There’s a way back, right?”

“Of course. This place is more advanced than your timeline. The way we deal with rifts has already been established.”

“You really succeeded in the magic of moving time…?”

“Yes. So please rest assured.”

The Prophet looked at Eva and said.

“Especially Mr. Iba, don’t think about anything else and get some rest.”

“Don’t think differently, so I think you’ll think differently?”

“It’s been a while since I’ve heard nonsense, so I’m getting crazy. Now, today is disbanding. Everyone, take a break.”

“Look how he doesn’t talk too much… It hasn’t been fixed even after 10 years.”

Eva smiled and got up from her seat.

I got up one by one in his actions and erased the unpleasant energy.

Rumia’s face was new, but once she saw the face of someone she knew, she felt a little relieved.

However, Eva did not dispel her doubts.

‘It’s been a while…’

I walked down the soft carpeted path while thinking over the words she mentioned.

The Prophet said that once you set foot on this island in the sky, you must come back after a certain amount of time has passed. In that reference, she said ‘most’, not all of them here.

In other words, some of these must have been missed for other reasons.

One of the reasons could be because of the simple grumpiness towards one’s past self…

Is that so?

Iva found a pair of swords and spears while passing by. He was in pretty poor shape, with a rust and wither, but he could tell what the shape was based on.

He asked Rumia, who was guiding him.

“Rumia.”

“Yes Eva?”

“Is that real?”

“…Yes.”

Eva smiled.

Why are there holy swords and holy spears here called Lillia’s villa?

No one knew.

**

Smart.

Stella, who was reading a book on the bed, was suddenly asked to allow outsiders to enter her room.

As the Prophet said, she was enjoying a blissful rest without reservations. She carefully pushed away her whiz, who was lying with her face on her stomach.

She put a bookmark on the novel of the future borrowed from the Prophet, and the dodo ran off.

It was because I had a rough idea of who was coming.

“As expected.”

Stella exclaimed in admiration, and the brusque reply came back. Her voice was definitely thicker than the ones she had heard in the past. Of course, I still had boyish traits. She just wondered where it was.

“What is it?”

“I thought it was you.”

“Oh, I thought it was you too.”

“Of course you came to my room.”

Stella smiled briskly and took Eva into her room. She walked away, wagging a tail that wasn’t even there. At that action, Eva frowned at her as if she was afraid.

“Seduce?”

“Yes, to seduce you?”

Eva smiled and pulled a chair and sat down.

“Why did you think it was vulgar?”

“I thought it was charming.”

“That’s bullsh*t…”

“Don’t be fooled.”

The two looked at each other and smiled. The bond that only two people on Earth could feel was asleep in those eyes. The fate of two people who could not welcome their hometown again was there.

“Hmm… Who’s here?”

Wiz, who was sleeping in the commotion, woke up rubbing her eyes.

“This, this bar?!”

She quickly wiped her eyes and combed her messy hair with her hand to tidy it up, then quickly landed on his lap, using her superpowers. Wiz, who rubbed her own body and pressed her body close to him, raised the corners of her mouth in satisfaction.

“Yeah… It’s hard.”

“Then why are you sitting down?”

“Is it comfortable…?”

“Contradictory.”

Eva ran her Wiz’s hair through her hair as if petting her cat. Her beautiful pink hair was gently wrapped around her fingers, smeared with her scent, and then pulled away again and again.

“What’s going on?”

He was in anguish.

She can share the doubts she feels now.

It was simple for her to find Stella right away.

As Wiz said. Because it’s convenient.

But that comfort did not mean that everything could be revealed immediately.

The doubt he had was simple.

‘People here are trying to kill me…’

A suspicious Lumia, a suspicious Prophet’s horse, or a holy sword hanging even though it’s Lilia’s villa. The strangely cold atmosphere of the mansion. Everything sounded the alarm bell of life, and he keenly exaggerated conclusions.

But it’s also true that this feeling sometimes helps. It was an over-interpretation, but it was suspicious enough.

I became the demon king in the future, half of the world was destroyed, and I died.

Eva had such doubts.

So it was inevitable that they came up with the idea of ‘killing their past selves to prevent it from happening’.

Eva thought.

Should we follow the survival rate of human instinct? Or should I follow ethics?

Should I throw this doubt out to someone or not?

Iva thought with her eyes closed and came to a conclusion.

“Stella.”

“Huh? Why?”

“I’m sleepy.”

The scarlet light from the stand could not dye Stella’s face.

The color of his face changed by his one word was a shyness that such artificial light could not hide.

It was a red light.