I’m Trying to End This Possession - Chapter 175

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Chapter 175

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Fortunately, the rain stopped quickly.

 

However, unfortunately, the blanket was already soaked by the rain and would need to be washed anew.

 

“I’ll do it.”

 

“Huh? But…”

 

“You know. Laundry is my hobby.”

 

Dana hesitated before nodding her head.

 

After finishing washing the blanket, Karl came asking for permission again, “May I sweep the floor?”

 

“I could do it myself.”

 

“No, let me do it. I love cleaning so much.”

 

Karl loved housework.

 

Laundry, cleaning, cooking too. He loved it so much that he would frequently peek around her house looking for housework to do.

 

It was when he was busily sweeping the floor with the broom.

 

Had he discovered something? Karl suddenly stopped sweeping, then bent his waist and picked something up. What it was couldn’t be seen clearly.

 

“Hmm?”

 

He tilted his head curiously.

 

“Hmm?”

 

Why is he acting like that?

 

“Karl? Is there perhaps a problem?”

 

“Huh? No, no.”

 

Karl soon continued sweeping with a smiling face.

 

A moment later, after finishing cleaning, he naturally started cooking. Tap tap tap, the rhythmic sound of chopping on the cutting board echoed.

 

Dana watched his back somewhat absent-mindedly.

 

How could even Karl’s back be so handsome? The strong back muscles glimpsed beneath the thin fabric were impressive…

 

“Ah, Dana.”

 

Then, as if suddenly remembering, Karl spoke up.

 

“Have you made any friends lately?”

 

Asking this, Karl poured meat into the pot.

 

“Huh?”

 

“I was wondering if there’s anyone worth inviting to the house.”

 

He said casually while tasting the stew.

 

“I bought quite a lot of food ingredients. If Dana has someone close enough to invite to the house, I’d like to cook for them sometime.”

 

Ah, I see.

 

Karl was indeed someone who liked to give.

 

“I don’t have anyone in particular yet.”

 

“No one worth inviting to the house?”

 

“No. Mrs. Liz did stop by briefly a while ago, but we’re not privately close…”

 

“Aha. So it was Mrs. Liz.”

 

“Yes. She came to borrow herbicide.”

 

“I see.”

 

Dana looked at his back.

 

Though his face wasn’t visible, his mood seemed to have improved considerably from that conversation.

 

“Ouch.”

 

That’s when it happened. He let out a short groan. Dana hurriedly approached him.

 

“Karl? Are you okay?”

 

Whether he had cut himself with the sword, blood was flowing from his finger.

 

“You should have been careful.”

 

Dana grabbed his arm and pulled him over to sit on the chair. Then she brought the first aid kit and carefully applied medicine to his finger.

 

Then Karl stared at her intently and asked.

 

“Are you worried about me?”

 

“Yes, of course I’m worried.”

 

Then Karl’s eyes curved into thin crescents.

 

“How cute.”

 

“…”

 

“Dana is the cutest in This World.”

 

Suddenly?

 

The flow of conversation was out of nowhere, but it was a common occurrence.

 

He was often like this. Often said she was cute. Often said she was lovely.

 

Dana felt strange whenever she heard such compliments.

 

It was natural. Who could casually dismiss praise from such a beautiful man?

 

“What’s wrong?”

 

When she pressed her lips tightly together, Karl tilted his head.

 

“Do you have something to say?”

 

“…”

 

“Hmm?”

 

Dana didn’t answer.

 

She was just thinking that she liked him too much.

 

The man who gave everything to me who had nothing.

 

The man who was so kind to me who knew nothing.

 

‘I like Karl so much.’

 

Dana liked his gentle features. His kind voice, his warm gaze too.

 

Everything, all of it without exception, she liked it all.

 

Hiding those feelings, Dana asked calmly.

 

“Karl, will you be able to go to work today?”

 

“Yeah. It’s fine. I can work wearing gloves.”

 

Karl worked at the bakery.

 

And Dana worked at the flower shop right next to the bakery.

 

“There, it’s done.”

 

He smiled as he brought the stew to the table.

 

“Let’s eat and go to work together.”

 

“Yes.”

 

Eating together, going to work together, and returning together before entering their respective homes.

 

That was their daily routine.

 

Danaina Rolland loved that routine.

 

 

 

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“Welcome, Dana.”

 

Mrs. Liz, the flower shop owner, greeted her.

 

“Did you come to work with the bakery young man again today?”

 

“Ah, yes.”

 

“Hehe. Tell me honestly. Haven’t you two combined households?”

 

“It’s not like that.”

 

Dana answered with a serious expression. She didn’t want Karl’s good intentions to be misunderstood.

 

“Don’t be like that and hurry up and get married. In our time, everyone got married when they turned eighteen. They even married people chosen by the temple priests!”

 

“Is that so.”

 

“No matter how much such customs have been abolished, tradition is important.”

 

“I see.”

 

Dana repeated hollow responses. It was the familiar nagging she always heard.

 

‘There was a tradition of mandatory marriage upon becoming an adult.’

 

Though the previous cult leader Demian Windsor had abolished it and it no longer existed, most people in small rural villages like this still followed that custom.

 

“Too many traditions have disappeared. Diana might be angry.”

 

“You’re right. That’s terrible.”

 

Giving halfhearted answers, Dana began her work. She watered the plants and organized the flower pots.

 

While doing so, she thought.

 

‘If I had to get married, it would be nice to marry Karl.’

 

In fact, they were already living together in all but name.

 

They only slept separately, but they did almost everything else together. Cleaning, meals, commuting to work, spending leisure time.

 

And Dana enjoyed the time she spent with him.

 

She thought it would be nice if he were beside her when sleeping too. Karl had such a broad chest that she could snuggle right into it.

 

She thought it would feel good if he held her.

 

She had even thought his lips looked soft.

 

The fact that she had such fantasies must mean she thought of him differently.

 

‘How does Karl think of me?’

 

He took care of her attentively and often said she was lovely and cute, but that wasn’t much different from how one would treat a child.

 

Karl had never once approached her romantically.

 

Not even for a single moment. Not even for one second.

 

‘Does he even recognize me as a woman?’

 

Just as she was becoming curious about this.

 

Ding-a-ling, the bell on the door rang as a customer entered.

 

“Welcome, customer.”

 

A stranger?

 

It was a face she’d never seen before. She knew most of the residents of this small rural village at the edge of nowhere.

 

He was a man with such striking looks that once seen, he’d be impossible to forget.

 

“Please make me a flower bouquet.”

 

“Yes, customer.”

 

A moment later, when Dana was handing him the bouquet.

 

“Here you are, customer.”

 

“Thank you.”

 

It was when he was taking the flowers.

 

‘Huh?’

 

The customer slipped something into her hand. Very secretly.

 

“Well then.”

 

After the customer left, Dana tilted her head in confusion. What was that?

 

‘A note?’

 

Dana unfolded the note with a puzzled expression.

 

 

 

[You have been kidnapped.]

 

 

 

There were hastily scrawled words written on it.

 

 

 

[Karl Windsor has kidnapped you.

 

Karl Windsor is using you as a means to pressure the Diana Cult Leader.

 

Because you are a very important person to the Diana Cult Leader.

 

If you want to hear more details, please come to the water mill at dawn tomorrow.

 

The Diana Cult Leader is looking for you.

 

I will help you escape.]

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