I’m Trying to End This Possession - Chapter 309

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Chapter 309

 

 

 

 

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The original timeline.

The first life.

Originally, Lyos Grants had two special abilities.

One was the ability to cause explosions in all existing things.

And the other was-

 

[This power is my authority, so use it against evil.]

 

The ability to move through time.

 

[Someday evil will rise to the ground above….]

 

When he was a very young boy, he had heard Ramun’s voice just once during prayer.

 

[My son, fight against evil and achieve victory.]

 

Lyos lived keeping those words in mind.

This second special ability, the power to move through time, was an ability given by God to someday fight against evil.

He didn’t even tell Father about it. It wasn’t an ability that should be used for mere human greed.

Then one day, he decided to use this ability.

 

“Lyos, there’s something I want.”

 

To keep his promise with Danae Grants.

 

“If I give you what you desire, Elder Sister, could you also give me what I desire?”

“What would that be?”

“Please don’t sleep with other men anymore.”

 

Of course he didn’t believe her, but still. He could at least make her conscience feel a little guilty.

 

“Yes. I promise.”

 

Lyos was happiest when giving her what she desired. Only then would she smile lovingly and embrace him as if he were the only one in this world.

What Danae Grants desired was the Seven-Headed Serpent in the frozen lake.

It was a fragment of a demon.

 

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However, cutting off the demon’s head from the frozen lake was not easy.

All sorts of coincidences blocked him.

The carriage would break down, the ship going to the sanctuary would be damaged, or suddenly a landslide would occur blocking the path.

“I say, young man.”

On yet another night when countless coincidences overlapped and he failed to reach the frozen lake.

Lyos was resting by a campfire he had lit in the forest.

Then an old traveler approached.

“If it’s alright, may I also warm myself by the fire?”

Dressed comfortably with a hat covering blonde hair, the old person didn’t seem to think he was royalty.

“Of course.”

Lyos didn’t mind and offered the seat in front of him.

The Old Woman nodded gratefully and sat down in front, then pulled out a glass bottle from an old bag and offered it.

“This is fresh goat’s milk I just milked. You look thirsty, would you like some?”

“No. I’m fine-“

Lyos pushed the glass bottle away, politely refusing.

But was that gesture stronger than expected? Crash! The milk bottle fell from the old person’s hand.

“Oh my, what a waste.”

The glass bottle broke and white milk soaked into the dirt floor. Lyos became very troubled. That wasn’t his intention….

“I’m sorry about that. I didn’t expect it to fall.”

Then the Old Woman smiled and asked.

“If you went back to the past and caught that, it wouldn’t have fallen.”

“Pardon?”

“Or if you had caught it first and then returned it to me, it wouldn’t have fallen either.”

Was she blaming him now?

No, the old person was just smiling clearly.

“Isn’t that how things work in the human world. Results change depending on what you choose.”

“….”

“If everything changes according to choice, then do unchanging truths and immutable destinies not exist?”

What on earth was she talking about.

“No, they do exist. For example, the frozen lake you’re trying to go to now is like that.”

Lyos’s face grew heavy and dark. He looked at the old person with sharp eyes.

“Who are you.”

“Do you know why Ramun imprisoned the Seven-Headed Serpent in the frozen lake?”

Instead of answering his question, the Old Woman still spoke with a smiling face.

“There are deep underground places humans could never reach and volcanoes with boiling lava, so why did Ramun specifically choose the frozen lake to imprison the serpent there.”

“….”

“Because of the mysterious power that lake possesses. What happens in that lake becomes unchanging destiny.”

The Old Woman bent her waist. She continued speaking while picking up the glass fragments that had fallen to the ground.

“In other words, if I had dropped this glass bottle in the frozen lake, regardless of whether you went back in time to catch my glass bottle or not, the glass bottle would definitely have fallen.”

One, two, three. The wrinkled hands picking up those countless fragments were leisurely.

“Even if you regret cutting off the serpent’s head in the distant future and go back to the past to not do that deed, at the moment when the past you cut off the demon’s head in the frozen lake, that phenomenon will still occur unchanged.”

“….”

“At that time, even if no one touches it, the head will be severed and float up above the frozen lake.”

“….”

“Even if multiple timelines repeat, that event will happen exactly the same way. In other words, it becomes destiny.”

Finally, the old person who had picked up all the glass fragments raised her head.

The wrinkled eyes looked straight at Lyos.

“The demon rising to the ground above. Do you intend to make that the destiny of this world?”

They were eyes like the flames of the sun. It was a hot voice that seemed to ring in his head.

“Do not create an evil destiny. Son of the Sun.”

And Lyos opened his eyes.

“….”

Crackle, crackle. Burning embers from the campfire fly up into mid-air.

There was no one in front of him. No broken glass, no milk soaking the dirt floor.

He had briefly fallen asleep.

There was no trace of anyone having been there, just a momentary dream.

But….

Lyos simply stared silently at the campfire. He knew it wasn’t just a simple dream. And he also knew what it meant.

But. However.

So what?

What did it matter?

It was merely a fragment of a demon, wasn’t it?

‘It’s not like all the demon’s seals will be broken, nor will the Sun God disappear.’

The Sun God’s power over this world might weaken slightly. On the other hand, the demon’s power might grow a little stronger.

So what?

Even so, it would still be buried beneath the frozen lake. Yet couldn’t he tolerate even that small fragment? If God would just understand his disloyalty a little, just a tiny bit. If only.

He could make Danae Grants smile so brightly.

‘That’s right, Elder Sister has so few reasons to smile.’

What a pitiful life it was?

The Diana cult she had relied on was destroyed, and she was adopted into the Imperial Family as a spoil of war.

Even after that, the label of being from the Diana cult stuck to her, causing her to be bullied, despised, and humiliated by countless people, ultimately twisting her as a result.

Lyos actually pitied even her corruption.

It wasn’t her fault. This world had been too harsh to her.

‘Elder Sister lives being ostracized simply for being a heretic, yet how can God be so cruel?’

It wasn’t about destroying the Ramon cult, nor about making the Diana cult the main deity.

Just the serpent’s fragment, just that piece no different from a scale!

Yet even that wasn’t allowed for her? What great sin was it to give laughter as a gift to that fragile, weak, pitiful woman that warranted such a huge fuss!

Anger and defiance boiled up, making his resolve even stronger.

As harsh as this world was to her, he would give her even more, and as much as this world tormented her, he would make her laugh even more. As much as this world hated her, he would love her deeply, very deeply.

Above all, just imagining Dana’s smiling face made his breath sweet and his fingertips tingle, driving Lyos to desperation.

Right now, quickly, he wanted to place what she desired in her arms.

Lyos looked at the campfire and thought.

I must see her smile.

 

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Lyos began earnestly researching ways to avoid the Sun God’s interference.

‘In the Land of Time where night falls, the Sun God’s power weakens.’

Then when would the Sun God’s power be at its weakest?

The longest, longest night with the largest moon hanging.

‘The winter solstice night with a full moon.’

The winter solstice and full moon. When had those phenomena occurred simultaneously in the Sanctuary?

He searched through books again and again until he found it.

‘June 5th, 1811.’

It was the day when the Sun God’s power was weakest, as the brightest moon rose during the longest night in the Sanctuary.

Coincidentally, it was the day before Lyos’s birthday.

 

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Lyos used his time-traveling ability for the first time in his life. Having already decided to betray the sun, he no longer hesitated.

As expected, June 5th, 1811, in the deep night of the past.

Nothing could interfere with him.

Finally, at the frozen lake, a new fate was born from Lyos’s hands. A fate where the demon would rise above ground no matter how many times time repeated.

At last, he severed the serpent’s head and returned to the future, to his time.

“Elder Sister, this is a gift.”

And he beautifully wrapped the hideous serpent’s head and gave it to her as a present.

“A gift? Don’t tell me!”

Danae Grants checked the gift with an excited face, then soon ran to him with deeply moved eyes.

“Lyos!”

Lyos spread his arms wide.

And waited.

For her to come to me.

“Thank you! I’m so happy!”

Finally Dana rushed into his embrace. Lyos simply smiled, feeling an ecstatic fullness as if all the world’s wonders had embraced him.

“I’m so happy!”

And he realized once again.

He had wanted this so much. Only this.

“You’re the best, Lyos!”

Kiss, kiss, soft lips and sweet breath pouring onto his cheeks. His head spun as if drunk.

“I love you, Lyos.”

Dana lifted her head to look at him.

Those eyes, pupils sparkling with joy—there was nothing more precious and important anywhere in this world. This moment of her being happy in his arms was the most perfect instant of his life.

“I love you too.”

But as the price, he would be punished.

Lyos had a premonition.

Like those blinded by love, he too was fine with being punished.

 

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However, that punishment fell not on him, but on her.

“A divine oracle has descended!”

At the Ramon Temple Grand Cathedral, the door of the Grand Chapel. A new picture was drawn on the holy relic called the Prophecy Fresco.

It was one of the divine oracle relics that expressed God’s will through pictures.

“This can’t be!”

It was a picture of a woman burning to death in the intense sunlight of the sun.

That woman was unmistakably Danae Grants.

Her face was depicted so disgustingly detailed that it couldn’t be mistaken for anyone else. It couldn’t be misinterpreted as anything else either.

“The Sun God has commanded us to execute the witch!”

Wilhelm Grants ordered.

“We must prepare the pyre immediately!”

“No!”

Lyos shot up from his seat. Don’t be ridiculous. How dare. By whose authority, how dare!

Seeing that violent expression, Wilhelm clicked his tongue.

“I did well to put medicine in your tea earlier.”

What?

Before he could ask, he suddenly felt dizzy. His body swayed and strength left his legs. Lyos collapsed right where he stood.

He couldn’t get up.

“Sleep for a while and then wake up, my son.”

Wilhelm Grants spoke with a pitying expression.

“When you wake up, it will all be over.”

No.

He panted, barely managing to force strength into his body as he crawled toward Father like a dog.

“Father, please don’t, I beg you.”

But before he could even reach him, darkness descended. Lyos collapsed to the ground, barely managing to plead in a choked voice.

“Father, please, don’t do this. This is all my fault, I—”

“Don’t you understand there’s no choice? Once a divine oracle has been given, we must follow it.”

“Please, I beg you, please.”

“Do you intend to oppose the Ramun Church, Lyos?”

“You cannot.”

His vision blurred and the strength left his fingertips.

“Please. Please.”

He pleaded until the very end, but ultimately things went as Father had said.

When he opened his eyes again, it was all over.

No, it was ending.

“Waaaaah!”

“The witch is dead!”

As soon as Lyos regained consciousness, he ran. To the capital plaza. To that place where the execution was taking place.

He ran barefoot like a madman. Blood flowed from his feet, torn and pierced by sharp stones, leaving bloody footprints on the ground.

“Divine judgment has been carried out!”

He could see black smoke billowing up into the sky.

No, no. He muttered as he pushed and squeezed through the gaps between the cheering crowds.

No. This can’t be happening.

You should punish me instead. If someone must be punished, it should be me.

“Ramun has punished the witch!”

Finally, Lyos reached the front of the execution pyre.

And he collapsed to his knees right there.

“Ah, aah.”

Drop, drop, tears he didn’t know when he’d started shedding fell.

In the flames, a body already turned black, unrecognizable in form, was still burning away.

“The witch is dead!”

 

That was Dana’s first death that Lyos Grants remembered.

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