I’m Trying to End This Possession - Chapter 256

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Chapter 256

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“Lord Rodrigo.”

Rodrigo’s heart raced rapidly.

Finally, she had opened her eyes. And she smiled brilliantly at him. At me. At me…

She’s smiling at me.

“Once more.”

Rodrigo said, holding back his sobs.

“Say it once more.”

“Lord Rodrigo.”

Ah, she calls my name again with a smile.

A voice sweet and lovely like a small bird.

Not a voice that curses me, not a voice that condemns me-

“Lord Rodrigo.”

A voice overflowing with love…

His heart beat rapidly. His chest ached.

Rodrigo spread his arms wide.

“Come here. Dana.”

Dana smiles. She rises unsteadily from her spot. Then her pearl-colored hair cascades down to her waist, and her beautiful naked form is revealed before his eyes.

She truly had no part that wasn’t beautiful from head to toe.

“Come. Come to me.”

She extends her delicate legs and approaches. One step. And then another step.

Yes.

Come to me. Hurry, come to me.

With each step she took, as she drew closer, Rodrigo’s chest burned so hot he felt he might gloriously combust.

“Dana, hurry…”

However.

“Ah.”

On the fifth step.

Dana, who had been extending her foot, swayed and collapsed.

Thud. She crumbled as if broken.

And she began melting away very quickly.

Like ice under the blazing sun, she flowed down as liquid. Her beautiful hair, her skin, her eyes, everything…

Melted into a sticky solution.

“…”

Rodrigo slowly lowered his arms that had been extended toward her.

Dana had melted away.

That is- Dana’s empty shell of flesh had.

The next moment, tears poured out. He covered his face with both hands and sobbed.

“Lord Rodrigo is crying again…”

“He cries every day…”

“Such a crybaby…”

He ignored the murmuring of the anti-cult priests and wept with sniffles.

How long did he shed tears like that?

“Pull yourself together, Lord Rodrigo.”

Nettie, a priest of the Diana cult, approached and patted his back.

“Please, I’m begging you to fix this habit of crying at every little thing. Aren’t you embarrassed in front of the other priests?”

“What can I do when tears come out?”

He wiped his tears with the handkerchief Nettie gave him, then blew his nose with a sniff.

“I had hoped this time would surely succeed…”

“It’s impossible. Dana’s soul isn’t there.”

“I know.”

“No matter how many bodies you create, it’s useless. As long as her soul isn’t there, they’re bound to collapse like that.”

“I said I know. Stop it.”

This place was the anti-cult faction’s research laboratory.

In the water tanks, countless bodies of Dana were submerged.

After Danaina Rolland had her accident on the red ship, recently Rodrigo had been attempting to awaken those empty shell bodies. And very occasionally, he succeeded. Like now.

He had input Dana’s expressions, tone, speech patterns, and behavior into the empty shells. Then the empty shells would act accordingly. According to the information values he set, like the Dana he worshipped.

But he failed every time. Like now.

“How many days did that empty shell last without a soul? Was the longest a week?”

“Yes.”

And that week was both heaven and hell for Rodrigo.

Though fake, though merely an empty shell, she was enough to make him ecstatic.

Even so, after a week, she disappeared without form like the Dana that had melted before his eyes now.

“It’s useless even if you make hundreds of those things. Without a soul, they can’t even manifest purification abilities.”

Nettie said firmly.

“Our experiments are for effectively manifesting purification abilities. Isn’t that right?”

Rodrigo slowly nodded his head.

“Of course. To purify the corrupted land. To awaken that ability.”

Because that is the mission of our Diana cult. Of our Windsor family. My mission.

Dana was his destiny. Pursuing her was not something he had decided. He was born destined to be born that way.

Therefore, Rodrigo could not live without Dana.

However, Dana hated, despised, loathed him and wanted to escape.

Rodrigo’s heart truly ached.

Perhaps this is how a believer abandoned by the god they served their whole life would feel.

Unable to hate or give up on the god who left them, they would try to hunt the god with a heart that stubbornly loves and worships.

They would shoot arrows at the god’s back and wrap a noose around the god’s neck, stubbornly binding and confining them beyond iron bars. And they would offer prayers from a low place.

Just as I am doing now.

“Lord Rodrigo.”

Then, someone approached his side.

“Were you here?”

It was a familiar voice.

Rodrigo turned around. A man was buried in the deep shadows cast by the pillar.

“Come closer.”

The man approached closer according to that command.

His face was revealed in the settling sunlight. He was newly amazed.

“You really are beautiful.”

As expected, he was dazzling from any angle.

This smooth skin, the mysterious eyes that held sensuality despite being a man, the red lips…

Dana had liked this face too.

“Well, have your wounds all healed?”

“Yes.”

“Be careful not to damage that pretty face.”

Rodrigo clicked his tongue while stroking the man’s cheek.

“Tsk. That’s what I mean, why did you even go to the Red Ship.”

At his scolding, the man made excuses with a smiling face.

“Who could have known the Red Ship would explode? It’s fortunate I wasn’t directly caught up in the accident.”

“Never head to such dangerous places again.”

“Yes. Anyway, now that my wounds are all healed, I’m thinking of returning.”

“Yes, you should go. There will be people waiting for you.”

Rodrigo gently stroked the man’s soft silver hair.

“Don’t forget to wear a mask to cover your face while traveling. If only for the family’s dignity.”

“Don’t worry.”

“Then return safely.”

Rodrigo smiled as he bid farewell to the man.

“Lumiere.”

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“Lumiere.”

Lumiere raised his head.

“So you’re Lumiere.”

“Who are you?”

“I am your maternal grandfather.”

Maternal grandfather?

Lumiere looked up at the man with suspicious eyes. He was a noble lord who didn’t match this secluded alley.

“I have no family.”

“What life is born without family?”

The noble gentleman bent down to meet the boy’s eyes.

“You were simply abandoned by your mother Sandra.”

“….”

“My daughter, Sandra. That troublemaker.”

“….”

“She hid her grandson all this time without showing him to me, then threw him away without even consulting me.”

“….”

“You’re eight years old, aren’t you? Yet you already have such an excellent build.”

He knew Mother’s name.

And he knew that Mother had abandoned him.

Could he really be his maternal grandfather?

He didn’t know.

Lumiere was a son who had been hidden and raised by his mother until he was eight years old, until now.

Then the noble gentleman lifted Lumiere’s chin. Like a jewelry appraiser, he examined the boy’s face closely.

And he evaluated with admiration.

“Look at your refinement.”

“….”

“Even though you haven’t received proper education or care until now, such noble grace and beauty. Who would see you as a street boy?”

“….”

“You are a jewel.”

Jewel. Lumiere instinctively frowned at those words.

He hated that word.

Because there were too many who would tempt him to come to bed, offering to give him jewelry.

“My mother abandoned me.”

Because the boy had no protector.

“So I’ll take care of myself and live on my own, so leave me alone.”

The boy coldly refused.

To suddenly believe those magical words, the boy had met too many bad adults.

This old man could be such vermin too. Lumiere was about to turn around immediately, but.

“Hello.”

Then a boy approached from behind the gentleman.

“So you’re Lumiere.”

Lumiere froze in surprise.

It wasn’t because the boy was remarkably beautiful. It was because that face, those eyes, that voice were so kind and gentle.

“I’m Karl Windsor, who will become Sandra’s husband.”

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