I’m Trying to End This Possession - Chapter 253

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Chapter 253

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The moment she opened her eyes, Dana saw him.

Justio.

The man burning with light atop a golden magic circle.

Perhaps because she had wandered for too long.

It was difficult to grasp the situation.

“Are you conscious?”

“…”

“You have returned to reality.”

“…”

“Can you understand what I’m saying?”

No.

I can’t understand.

I’m not joking, really.

Everything was confusing.

Information, memories came flooding in excessively, all mixed together, yet she couldn’t accept a single one.

Because it was too, far too confusing.

‘Who am I right now?’

Danawin Windsor? Danae Grants? Danae Windsor? Danaina Rolland? Who am I now? Where is this? What time am I in?

In her confusion, Dana looked up at the man. Golden hair, a quiet and solemn face.

That person is Justio Grants. A man who is the Pope of the Ramun Church in any timeline.

So then, Danae Grants and Lyos Grants’…

“Uncle?”

Ah, that must be right.

He reacted immediately. His beautiful golden eyebrows furrowed.

“Look properly. I am not Karl Windsor.”

Karl Windsor?

It was a name she heard for the first time.

Was there such a man in the Windsor Family?

‘Ah, right. I remember.’

Karl Windsor. As she repeated that name once more, the memory struck like lightning.

Karl Windsor. He was Danae Windsor’s uncle.

He was Danaina Rolland’s first love.

And Danawin Windsor…

“I’m going to kill that thing.”

Suddenly her breath came in urgent gasps.

He tried to kill her.

Karl Windsor tried to kill Danawin Windsor.

Her hands trembled. Danawin’s memory, the memory of Karl Windsor pointing a gun at Danawin’s forehead surfaced rapidly.

It was truly, truly terrifying. Because his eyes looked ready to pull the trigger at any moment.

But how did I survive?

Someone, surely someone saved me—

“Ah.”

Dana clutched her head. Throbbing, throbbing, throbbing. A headache like being seared with a branding iron pounded.

“Ah, ah…”

The more she recalled Danawin Windsor’s life, the more her head and heart seemed to crumble.

It hurts. It’s agonizing and exhausting.

Enough to make her want to die.

‘Kill me.’

Something whispered in her head.

As if it were Danawin’s final dying wish.

Kill me.

Please.

I don’t want to live like this. I’m scared!

Growing anxious, Dana frantically looked around. Then she spotted the sword on the nightstand and hurriedly tried to get up. She reached out quickly, but.

Justio firmly grabbed her wrist.

“What are you doing right now?”

“The, the sword…”

“What are you trying to do?”

“I’m trying to die…”

“What?”

“I’m trying to die.”

“…”

Justio’s face rapidly froze over.

“Ah, right. I was a soul. There’s no way I could die with a sword.”

Dana muttered with a dazed expression.

“If it’s not too much trouble, could you please kill me?”

This person could do that.

This person can touch souls and even torture souls.

“I’m bothersome to you anyway, aren’t I? Someone like me being in this world is harmful, isn’t it? As you know, the source of my power is a demon. The Seven-Headed Serpent Power is within me.”

Dana confessed as if possessed.

“I’m a more vicious human than you think. Time repeats itself, and in timelines that have already ended, religious wars have broken out because of me.”

“Stop it.”

“You think that’s all? Shall I tell you about the evil deeds I’ve committed? The first Corrupted Land, that was my doing. I made the land rot by detonating the Black Core.”

“Stop.”

“Don’t order me around!”

Dana shouted without realizing it. Blue sparks flew from her eyes.

“Don’t, order me around…”

Don’t.

Don’t try to control me.

Like them.

Like Rodrigo. Like Demian.

Don’t manipulate me.

“If I want to speak, I’ll keep speaking, even if it’s something you don’t want to hear, I’ll keep, doing it…”

Her lips convulsed.

“No one can, can handle me as they please. Me…”

Dana collapsed as if crumbling. Her wrist still held by Justio.

She slumped to the floor like a doll with strings not fully cut.

“Dana.”

Visions flicker before my eyes.

Rodrigo’s face appears.

“I wanted to worship you like a god, yet you betray us and try to leave like this.”

That face trying to manipulate my mind.

That bastard’s face, more disgusting because it was beautiful.

“It can’t be helped. I have no choice but to fill in your immaturity myself.”

I hate it.

“From now on, Dana, don’t think about anything. I, we Windsor men, will do the thinking.”

I hate it.

“You just need to obey well.”

Don’t control me!

Then a strong force pulled her. It lifted her up and soon swept her into its arms.

A man’s strength. A man’s muscles. An inherently different texture. An overwhelming difference in power.

Something I cannot resist.

In revulsion, Dana’s entire body stiffened rigidly.

“I hate it.”

The man’s body touching hers. Demian immediately came to mind.

“Not now.”

Demian always approached politely and gently, always treating her like a queen with utmost care.

But that didn’t mean she always wanted to welcome him with open arms.

Sometimes there were nights when she wanted to refuse.

“Please don’t hold me now.”

But she couldn’t say it. I could only speak the affirmative words they had programmed into me.

“Don’t do it…”

Did he finally realize what she was refusing? As if surprised, as if angry, no, as if tense, she felt strong force enter the two arms holding her.

“I swear by the Sun God.”

And a tightly compressed voice fell from above her head.

“I will never defile you.”

She didn’t believe it. She couldn’t believe it.

See? Even now you’re laying me on the bed.

“…It’s a lie.”

Dana looked up at him with a thoroughly frightened face.

“Liar.”

“No.”

“You’ll do whatever you want.”

“I absolutely will not.”

“…”

The man couldn’t finish what he was going to say. He just exhaled deeply.

In that breath, Dana felt the turbulent storm of churning emotions. And…

He suddenly reaches out his hand to her.

“I promise there will be nothing to fear.”

A large hand comes down over her face.

“Please sleep now.”

Golden light burst from his hand and overtook her vision.

And the next moment, darkness immediately rushed in.

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Justio looked down at the unconscious Dana.

He had forcibly put her to sleep for now since it seemed like it would only get worse if left alone…

A sigh scattered.

He had expected this would happen.

Only three months had passed in reality, but she must have experienced much more time than that.

But he never expected she would be broken to this extent.

Dana was not in her right mind. She was feeling fear toward a man’s strength.

No, to be precise, she seemed to fear absolute control itself that could not be resisted.

She must have suffered from long oppression.

He could tell what kind of ordeal she had gone through without thinking deeply. Her muttered words contained that trial.

It must have been a hellish time. That’s why.

“Please don’t hold me now.”

She believed he would violate her.

“It’s a lie.”

She must have distrusted his oath that he would never take her body.

His throat suddenly felt sour. But an even greater sensation struck him.

It was a shockingly devastating truth.

The person who pushed this woman into that hellish time…

‘It was me.’

It was Justio Grants.

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