There Are Too Many Background Settings in the Possessed Novel chapter 158

158 – Proposal (1)

I was startled when I saw the changed scenery.

It was not because it was not the temple of Neftam, nor because the two people who were likely being held hostage were not visible.

It was because I was in a place that exceeded my expectations.

Bookshelves filled with books filled the space, filling the space with books that formed a huge circle, like a vertical whirlwind.

I try to expand my senses and see the end, but all I see is darkness where the pages continue forever.

At that majestic scenery, my body froze for a moment and I could not move.

The settings I made in my head were printed out naturally.

「Infinite and Eternal Library」

It was a setting for a library that the author had announced in the notice.

It is definitely not a story that never happened.

Infinite Library is said to be a kind of archive that gathers all the information in the world.

A place where all information becomes text and flows into this library.

And a place where all those things become letters and become books in this library.

I couldn’t believe it, but I never thought that this place really existed.

That’s why I didn’t even think about coming to this space.

Because this library was…

“Please look this way. “I invited you here to see me.”

The voice in my ear woke me up.

When I turned my eyes, a girl was suddenly standing elegantly in the middle of the library.

Light purple hair that reminds me of the color of the night when the sunlight shines faintly.

The hair fell neatly and framed smooth ivory skin.

She was like a clear dewdrop, as if she had never touched dirty water.

However, contrary to her appearance, she was wearing a gorgeous red see-through dress that subtly showed her breasts. The red dress clings to her skin and emphasizes the lines of her slim body.

The girl’s delicate outstretched fingers grasped the upper hem of her skirt, which stretched out beneath her narrow waist.

Her skirt created a soft silhouette that looked like a flower in full bloom.

“Nice to meet you. Leonhard Deinhart.”

“You… “Lilian?”

“Yes. I’ve already introduced myself, right? My name is Lillian. No need to introduce yourself. Because… “

When Lilian lightly let go of her fingers holding the hem of her skirt, the hem of her skirt fell playfully.

The hem of her skirt covered her slender ankles again.

“I already know it well.”

After finishing her sentence, the girl smiled charmingly like a bright flower.

“Leonhardt, I’m glad you’re here.”

“If a threat could be called an invitation, it would be so. “What happened to Elina and Elin?”

“I guess I put it somewhere.”

“Do I have to guess?”

“It has to be right. Otherwise, I don’t want to give a definite answer.”

Lilian’s black eyes, mixed with a faint red glow, sparkled like the eyes of a girl who had been cut off.

It is not unfamiliar to see such an overt prankster.

‘It’s malicious.’

Yes. It is malicious.

He enjoys grasping and shaking people’s weaknesses and seeing their reactions.

“What if I don’t get along?”

“I won’t answer any of your questions! Time is long. “Just enjoy the entertainment for a little while.”

She said, spreading out her glossy black fan to cover her mouth.

To the topic I said earlier that I didn’t have time for. In an instant, she reverses her words.

I doubt whether the concept of mutual trust is in that pretty head.

It would be nice if I could at least demonstrate my skills and get an answer…

If that guy is the system creator, it won’t be an easy task.

I don’t think it will end if we don’t get along.

I had no choice but to open my mouth.

“It depends on whether you want to have a friendly conversation with me or not.”

“That question is against the rules. Puppu. “No fouls!”

Lilian replaced both of her arms to create X.

But when my face grimaced, she burst out laughing.

“Okay, I’ll stop joking here. I would like to have a friendly conversation with Leonhard. I want to build a good relationship. So the two of you are safe. “I didn’t even touch it from the beginning.”

“Was it an illusion in the first place?”

“That’s right. “You were deceived, right?”

“… “

I glared at her with her cold gaze.

Lilian, who was smiling brightly, actually smiled even wider.

“It was a fun prank, right?

“Would it be fun for you?”

“That’s right. “The heroine’s crisis quickly drives the story to its climax.”

“It must be an interesting crisis. “What you threw at me was just stress.”

Her shoulders, which had been swelled with anticipation for something I said, lost strength.

“After all, it’s not easy to make someone happy.”

I felt sadness somewhere, but even that lament seemed like nothing more than an affectation or a joke.

Should I say that she seems like a person who doesn’t even know her own feelings?

‘Like learned behavior…’ ‘

Everything she did was irritating, like a thorn sprouting in the wrong place.

“As long as the two of you are safe, it’s okay. I’m angry, but get over it. “You said you wanted to talk, right?”

“By the way, Leonhard. “I guess she forgot to notice.”

“What?”

I couldn’t even guess what he was talking about, so I narrowed my eyes and asked.

“I said hello earlier. A good gentleman should accept his lady’s greeting. You’re Leonhard. Leonhard is a warrior. “He is a great nobleman and a gentleman at the same time.”

A subtle glow was felt in the eyes shadowed by long eyelashes.

“You have to move like that.”

Her words were so full of confidence that they could be called declarations.

“… Are those my settings?”

I found out the cause of the strange discomfort I was feeling earlier.

The person she is sharing her words with is Leonhard Dainhart from her original work.

No, not even that. It was just a conversation with a ‘setting’.

“Yes. “The setting that Leonhard is a warrior and a gentleman never changes.”

“Isn’t that something someone who has been arbitrarily controlling the settings would say?”

At my prompt, she opened her mouth, holding the end of her hair and curling it little by little with her fingers.

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“I’m just stating the obvious. You must be able to sit on a chair and place a writing utensil on the desk. The flask must contain liquid, and the book must have something written on it. “All of these things have a specific function.”

“You can put things on a chair, a person on a desk, and salt in a flask. You can even draw pictures in the book. “They can all be used for different purposes.”

“It’s all about the person using it changing its purpose. Things don’t change on their own, right?”

As we were talking, I felt my stomach twist.

Contrary to me frowning, she smiled with a smile that seemed to shed her brightness.

“Can you explain it a little more simply? Let’s say I created a button that, when pressed, brings out a cake. “Every day, when I was hungry, I would press the button and enjoy the cake.”

“Good.”

“Right? But one day, I pressed the button and suddenly pudding came out! Wouldn’t that be really embarrassing? “I worked hard to make the cake come out!”

Lilian said that and walked towards me.

She stopped her steps leaving only a small distance, half a step, between me and me.

A rose scent mixed with the faint scent of flesh came from the white nape of her neck that went down under her dress.

“You are pudding.”

Lilian raised her head and immediately made eye contact.

Those eyes, filled with a dull red color, were cold, as if they were evaluating things in an inorganic manner.

“The introduction is too long, why don’t we just talk about the main body?”

As the sharp gazes crossed, the sharp atmosphere continued tensely.

“Phew.”

Her floating eyes melted and she smiled innocently.

Her laughter suddenly made me feel relaxed, as if I had lost steam.

“I’ll stop here. It’s not fun. It’s hard to get the mood right. As I said before, I want to have a friendly conversation. You said it was the main point. Shall we talk in earnest? First, let’s just change seats a little.”

She slowly walked to one side of the library.

Then, before I knew it, there was a spiral staircase going up to the top of the library.

“Do you know where this old-fashioned place is? This is where most of the settings provided to you through the system are written down in book form. I don’t know if you could say it’s the entire record in the world. The name of this place is… “

She put her feet up on the first rung of her stairs.

The moment she opened her mouth she took a deep breath as if she was about to say something very interesting.

I also said what she said at the same time.

“Infinite and eternal library.”

“It is an infinite and eternal library… “How did you know?”

Lilian narrowed her eyes and stared at me.

With a clear look of confusion, Lillian stopped with her feet on the first step of her stairs.

It was the first time I got a reaction from that woman that didn’t seem like acting.

“Was it Saturday afternoon? “There was a setting that was uploaded briefly and then deleted.”

This time, I walked towards the girl who was frozen at my side.

“Because it was so brief, you might have thought no one saw it. Of course it was. “But there was one crazy guy.”

The closer she got, the more clearly it became apparent that her gaze was wavering.

As she stood half a step in front of her, she could even feel her breathing becoming irregular. And take another step.

I cast my large shadow over her body, filling up the remaining distance.

“A person who knows the deleted settings and can implement them. No matter how much I think about it, there’s only one person.”

I concluded my guess in a cold, subdued voice.

“So, Lillian, I think you are a writer.”

Her complexion turned cold.

I didn’t know that my lips, closed like a clam, would open even if I waited for a long time.

For a moment, there was silence, with only the sounds of her and mine breathing alternately.

“What is the answer?”

I pressed for an answer as if breaking the silence that filled the surroundings.

“Well, I…”

She barely opened her lips.

Carefully, as if he were about to confess something very secret.

“Puh-huh.”

And then she laughed heartily.

As if everything was just a light joke.

“Enough. If you’ve come this far, take the obvious facts. Are you saying we should first verify each other’s identities before getting into the main topic? Great.”

She walked past me to the bookshelf, raising an eyebrow in her embarrassment.

“And what about you?”

Lilian casually took a book from the bookshelf and leaned back against the railing of her stairs.

“Who are you?”

The name written on the back of the book she held in her hand.

Leonhard Deinhart.

“You’re not the Leonhard Dainhart I created, are you?”

Lilian moved her slender fingers lightly and opened the book.