I’m Trying to End This Possession - Chapter 192

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Chapter 192

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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In the past, Dana had learned something through purifying corrupted land dozens and hundreds of times.

 

Purifying corrupted land was like removing a beehive.

 

‘Especially the black core.’

 

The corruption had to be completely purified. Not leaving a single speck of filth behind, everything, perfectly.

 

If you didn’t purify it to the end and stopped midway.

 

‘This is exactly what happens.’

 

Like a swarm of bees exploding out of a hive that had been poked and prodded.

 

Corruption began bursting out from the black core.

 

Dana looked at the darkness she had finally unleashed by carelessly tampering with it.

 

It spread rapidly, corrupting Miona and all the Holy Knights around her.

 

“Ah, ahhhhh!”

 

“My, my flesh is rotting away!”

 

Screams filled the air, but Dana just laughed. Strangely, laughter came out.

 

“No, no. Please, please purify us!”

 

“Please, Lady Danae, purification! Purification!”

 

“Please, purify us!”

 

They finally prostrated themselves flat and began begging. They seemed gripped by extreme terror as their bodies rotted in real time.

 

“We were wrong, we were wrong! Forgive us!”

 

“Please purify us, please!”

 

“Save us! Please save us!”

 

“Please, purification, please!”

 

Lyos. She was grateful to him for the first time.

 

Such a demonic thought of intimidating people by corrupting the land – she had never thought of it even once until he showed her directly.

 

‘You helped me.’

 

And you ruined me.

 

We are the worst pair.

 

“You, wicked witch!”

 

Did they realize she had no intention of showing mercy? The Holy Knights died spitting out heroic last words.

 

“God will punish you!”

 

“Witch! Wicked villainess!”

 

“Demonic bitch!”

 

Ignoring them all, Dana slowly walked across the corrupted land. And reached out her hand to Miona who had collapsed.

 

“Miona.”

 

Miona’s eyes, rotted to an ashen gray, held both fear and awe.

 

“Shall I save you?”

 

No answer.

 

It was a gaze prepared for death.

 

She quite liked those stubborn eyes. However, she had no intention whatsoever of saving this girl.

 

How dare she forgive the woman who had tampered with Lumiere’s mind.

 

However, she did intend to use her.

 

Dana pressed Miona’s forehead. And let her purification power flow. Miona’s body, which had been slowly rotting black, began to become clean.

 

Soon, the moment Miona lost consciousness and collapsed.

 

“Wi, witch…”

 

A faint voice scattered from behind.

 

Could there still be someone alive?

 

She quickly turned her head to look around, but there was no one.

 

Everyone had rotted and crumbled away.

 

Dana tilted her head in confusion, then suddenly looked up.

 

And at that moment, she saw it.

 

Something glinting from up in the tree.

 

‘That’s.’

 

Silver metal. An arrowhead.

 

“Die, witch…”

 

Whoosh, an arrow flew toward her.

 

Thunk.

 

It hit its mark.

 

 

 

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‘Someone’s there.’

 

Noah immediately noticed.

 

Not just one or two people. Dozens of people were hiding their bodies in trees and bushes.

 

‘The Anti-Pope Faction.’

 

The Anti-Pope Faction groups used bows instead of guns. That faction was trying to kidnap Dana.

 

So Noah pretended to go down obediently to make them let their guard down, then suddenly climbed up the tree.

 

First one.

 

“―!”

 

He covered their mouth to prevent them from screaming. Then he smashed their head. After hanging the corpse on a wooden post, he moved like a leopard.

 

“Kheup!”

 

Two.

 

“Heoek!”

 

Three.

 

Four, five, six, seven… there were disgustingly many. Noah moved silently, taking the archers’ lives.

 

Then he saw it.

 

‘What’s this.’

 

The corpses of archers already killed by someone else. Like he had done, their heads were smashed.

 

Moreover, tree branches were broken.

 

‘Who killed them?’

 

All the archers in that vicinity were dead. Cleanly, as if their heads had been crushed by bare hands.

 

Noah landed on the ground. It was full of the smell of blood. All the Holy Knights who had escorted Dana were dead.

 

‘Where is Dana?’

 

He concentrated all his attention on tracking that woman’s traces. As he walked like that, at some point, something like hazy fog seemed to seep into his head.

 

His head throbbed.

 

 

 

“I don’t like you.”

 

 

 

Ah, right. He did hear those words, but it doesn’t matter.

 

She was his responsibility today. He was just trying to fulfill his responsibility.

 

 

 

“To be honest, I liked your appearance and wanted to get along well. But looking closely, you’re not my type.”

 

 

 

It doesn’t matter at all.

 

I don’t particularly like your face either.

 

 

 

“And our personalities don’t seem to match well. I’ve been regretting suggesting we travel together this whole time.”

 

 

 

It doesn’t matter. Whatever that woman says.

 

 

 

“Please go back. I don’t want to be with you anymore.”

 

 

 

I decided not to give her special treatment anyway.

 

Thinking constantly, Noah moved frantically. There were so many hiding.

 

It was his responsibility to deal with them, the anti-cult faction.

 

Because he was that woman’s companion, and he had to protect her.

 

No, actually because he wanted to protect her.

 

Getting hurt in the process didn’t matter. He truly didn’t care at all.

 

But why was being kind so difficult?

 

‘I’m dizzy.’

 

Noah simply couldn’t smile at Dana. He couldn’t be gentle with Dana. He couldn’t be soft with Dana.

 

Why?

 

Because she possessed the body I once believed was my sister?

 

‘Yes.’

 

Or because she loves another man while claiming to love me most?

 

‘Yes.’

 

No—

 

Lies.

 

There’s actually a real reason, isn’t there?

 

His mind, his head, someone seemed to be whispering. His vision was hazy.

 

While his mind was confused, his body moved steadily. He destroyed and destroyed again the hidden anti-cult forces. His breath, his breathing was red. Blood-colored.

 

Just how many had he killed?

 

While dodging one Holy Mage’s Attack Spell, his side was torn away. Noah split that Holy Mage’s head, then walked forward again.

 

Following the woman’s trail…

 

Then his vision became hazy as if fog had settled. A scene from a different moment, not now, overlapped hazily on his retina.

 

It was faint like an afterimage, then suddenly became clear.

 

A pure white bed.

 

A soft blanket that smelled of sunlight.

 

“Noah.”

 

Disheveled pure white hair on top of it.

 

“Sleep well, Noah.”

 

It was that woman.

 

The woman who sometimes slept in the same bed, who was with him during his boyhood.

 

She pulled the boy to her chest and held him warmly as always.

 

“Have sweet dreams.”

 

She kissed the boy’s cheek with a peck.

 

“I love you, Noah.”

 

Was it a fantasy?

 

Even if it was a fantasy, he hated it.

 

Really, he hated seeing it.

 

Yes, it would be better to die than see this!

 

Perhaps because of that intense repulsion. The hallucination became hazy. Noah’s vision captured reality again. This moment’s scene.

 

At that moment Noah saw a glint from above a tree.

 

This wasn’t a fantasy. An anti-cult member hiding like a rat. On the verge of death, exhaling his last breath while aiming an arrow—

 

Who was he aiming at?

 

Noah turned his head toward where the arrowhead was pointing. A woman stood there.

 

‘Dana?’

 

Though her hair was black for some reason, it was Dana.

 

It was definitely Dana.

 

What followed was instinct. Noah threw his body with all his might. As he blocked in front of her.

 

Thunk!

 

Something, something that charged through the air, penetrated through his neck bones with a crack.

 

The feeling of something stuck in his throat, no, torn to shreds.

 

“Cough!”

 

Blood burst out with a gush.

 

It was dizzyingly painful, but it didn’t matter.

 

He wouldn’t die anyway. Since it was his neck, not his head, he wouldn’t die from this much. But.

 

“Mmm.”

 

The problem was exactly this.

 

The hallucination that had been disrupting his mind from earlier.

 

That scene rushed before his eyes again.

 

The scene of the woman holding him while sleeping.

 

Not knowing what would happen in the future. Not knowing she was holding a pitch-black beast in her arms, that woman sleeping innocently.

 

It was a memory he didn’t want to see even in dreams. The moment that had cut and cut his heart all along.

 

The original sin of his childhood.

 

 

 

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“Noah!”

 

Dana ran over in shock. Why on earth did this kid appear here!

 

‘Wasn’t he supposed to have gone down the mountain?’

 

Why did he suddenly come back, why!

 

Noah was in terrible condition. His body was covered in wounds as if he had fought dozens of people. Fortunately, they were healing quickly, but—

 

“Cough, cough!”

 

An arrow had pierced through the center of his neck. Dana grabbed the arrow shaft protruding from Noah’s neck with trembling hands.

 

What should she do? Should she pull it out? Would that allow healing? No, before that.

 

‘Purification first!’

 

Noah’s body, having entered the domain of the Corrupted Land, was also rotting away. Dana urgently placed her hand over Noah’s heart.

 

‘No, no.’

 

Just how long had Noah been walking on the Corrupted Land? He was already considerably corrupted.

 

‘No, I can save him.’

 

Danae Windsor wouldn’t have been able to save him. That intuition struck her intensely.

 

But Danaina Roland’s Purification Power was stronger than that body.

 

‘I can save him. No, I will save him.’

 

The moment she poured all her strength, all the power she possessed, into him.

 

Dana felt it.

 

The spell cast on Noah—the Mental Attack Spell that Lete had warned about.

 

Noah was seeing hallucinations right now. His mind was being disrupted because of it.

 

Dana gritted her teeth and poured out her Purification Power. Yes, let’s break that spell too. There’s nothing she couldn’t do.

 

The moment she made that resolution, a clear sound was heard from within her body.

 

A sound as if minds and souls were colliding and resonating.

 

“Ah, ahh…”

 

And something began to be heard. Something began to be seen. Some scene that wasn’t the reality before her eyes.

 

Dana realized.

 

That the hallucination Noah was seeing right now had begun to appear to her as well.

 

“Uh, sob.”

 

Young Noah was crying.

 

His pale face was soaked with tears.

 

With that face, he was looking at someone.

 

The woman sleeping peacefully on the bed, Danae Windsor.

 

“Sob. Sniff.”

 

It wasn’t just the boy’s face that was wet.

 

Not just his face was damp. Rather…

 

‘No way.’

 

The moment she was shocked by the realization, Noah lifted his head. With golden eyelashes beaded with tears like pearls, with a face as pretty as a glass doll…

 

He secretly kissed Dana’s lips.

 

Pressed, pulled away, then pressed again. It was clumsy beyond measure, but there was no doubt he knew what that act was.

 

At the moment their skin touched, Noah’s tear-stained face was confused with ecstasy and guilt.

 

And he whispers something. In a sobbing voice, fragilely.

 

Dana heard those words.

 

She heard them clearly.

 

“I love you.”

 

That sentence mixed with sobs.

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