I’m Trying to End This Possession - Chapter 310

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Chapter 310

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Lyos returned to the past.

However, strangely, he could not go to the time he wanted. He could only go to the morning of the day when the Divine Oracle came down.

The being who granted this Divine Authority to Lyos had placed limitations on his power.

He could not return to before the day of the Divine Oracle.

Then there was only one method he could choose.

“I was wrong.”

Lyos immediately ran to the Grand Chapel. And prostrated himself before the giant statue of the Sun God, clasping his hands together and begging again and again.

“I was wrong. I was foolish, please forgive me. No, even if you don’t forgive me, please punish me instead of her.”

However.

“A Divine Oracle has come down!”

He was not forgiven.

“Execute the witch by fire!”

Again, to the morning.

“This is my fault! It’s all what I did, so you should punish me!”

But the Divine Oracle came down unchanged.

“Execute the witch by fire!”

Again, to the morning.

“Please, punish me instead. Please.”

He begged for forgiveness until his palms were worn raw and the skin peeled off. However.

“Execute the witch by fire!”

Again.

“The one who committed the sin is me! Please punish me, I beg you!”

Thud. Thud. Thud. Lyos slammed his head against the floor in front of Ramun’s statue until his forehead split open. Blood flowed down.

It was a useless act.

“A Divine Oracle has come down!”

No matter how many dozens of times he begged for forgiveness, the Divine Oracle would invariably come down that afternoon.

Lyos could never escape from that day. Like an eternal prison, until he witnessed the ending where Dana was burned at the stake.

But Lyos could not accept that.

So he endlessly returned to the morning, repeating the endless day.

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There is no forgiveness.

Ramun never forgives.

He accepted this truth after repeating the same day over 3,000 times.

Finally giving up on forgiveness, Lyos chose a different method.

“What do you mean, Emperor Justio?”

As soon as he returned to the morning of the Divine Oracle day, he ran to the Great Temple. And requested the priests of the Great Temple who had first confirmed the Divine Oracle.

They were the five High Priests who managed the Great Temple of the capital.

“You want us to conceal the Divine Oracle?”

To ignore this prophecy.

“It’s a Divine Oracle, a Divine Oracle. How could we dare ignore the will of god?”

But unfortunately, they were all priests who had conflicts with Lyos.

“Besides, didn’t you dislike these kinds of personal requests?”

They had all once asked Lyos to recommend them as Cardinal candidates.

The Cardinal selection meeting held once every 10 years. Only the Pope and Emperor could recommend candidates for it.

However, Lyos had not recommended them. For him, it was natural. First of all, they had no Divine Power.

They were typical hereditary priests, noble priests who had inherited their fathers’ priestly positions. Not only did they lack Divine Power, but their faith was also weak.

“Didn’t you reject my request last time according to that belief?”

In other words, they all harbored strong resentment toward Lyos. Becoming a Cardinal was every priest’s dream and goal.

“For the devout Emperor Justio to make such a request, this is truly disappointing.”

“How can we, as priests of Ramun, refuse the Divine Oracle to execute that witch?”

However, Lyos knew their refusal was not sincere.

“If there’s anything you want, I’ll give you everything.”

“….”

“So tell me anything.”

As expected, the criticism stopped abruptly.

The High Priests looked at each other, then one by one listed what they wanted.

It was exactly as expected. Fertile land, titles, and enormous Gold and Silver Treasures.

Fortunately, Lyos had more than enough to give them all.

“Good. So be it. Is there nothing more you want?”

At those words, the priests exchanged glances once more. Then one priest spoke.

“His Majesty has such a fine physique.”

Another priest added.

“Compared to His Majesty, we are short in stature, making it difficult to meet eye level.”

Then he smiled very coldly.

“Could you perhaps show consideration so we can comfortably look down?”

“….”

Lyos immediately understood what they were demanding.

Lyos looked at the High Priests. They were looking at him with eyes mixed with interest, expectation, and tension.

Whether the Emperor would submit or become angry, their faces looked as if they had made a bet. They were testing him. Just how low the Emperor could go.

And Lyos…, his mind.

‘I can do it.’

That’s what he thought. Without a moment’s hesitation.

However, his body’s reluctance was unavoidable.

He was born a Prince, raised as Crown Prince, and now had become Emperor. Since birth, he had never knelt before anyone.

But what did that matter at this moment?

If the Divine Oracle was revealed, Danae Grants would become an enemy of the Empire.

Finally, as Lyos slowly knelt down, the High Priests exhaled the breath they had been holding. The tense atmosphere disappeared instantly.

“Thank you, His Majesty. Thanks to you, my neck feels more comfortable.”

“But you’re too far away, making it uncomfortable to raise my voice. Could you crawl closer?”

Lyos gritted his teeth in humiliation. But it wasn’t impossible. He could do it.

As he slowly crawled forward, the priests stirred. They seemed shocked that he would really go this far.

And that soon turned into base laughter. They seemed to feel cruel satisfaction and a sense of victory from seeing the Empire’s highest authority figure groveling like a dog at their words.

“Thank you, His Majesty. We didn’t realize His Majesty was so merciful.”

Lyos steeled himself.

This would not end here.

No, this was just the beginning.

“His Majesty, would you like to taste this wine?”

As expected, one priest held up a bottle high and slowly poured the wine.

“It’s very precious wine.”

The wine soaked his golden hair and seeped into his clothes along his nape. Having poured an entire bottle, a red puddle soon formed on the floor.

“Would Your Majesty personally taste this precious wine?”

Danae Grants.

Lyos clenched his fist as he recalled that name. Danae. He slowly lowered his head while imagining her face. Dana. He slowly extended his tongue while chanting her pet name like a spell. He thought of her lips. As he licked slowly, the cold sensation of marble and wine moistened the tip of his tongue.

“How does it taste, Your Majesty?”

“My, it seems to me that Your Majesty is quite fond of that wine.”

It’s fine.

This is nothing.

This kind of humiliation is nothing compared to her being hung on the execution pyre.

“For Your Majesty to cherish wine to this extent. How truly frugal of you.”

“But wouldn’t wine alone be too bland?”

Someone threw a piece of cheese in front of him. Starting with that, several pieces of cheese fell to the floor with soft thuds.

“Now, Your Majesty. Ramun has commanded us to value food. Please practice that teaching.”

This too was nothing compared to Dana burning to death in flames.

But when his lips touched the marble floor, when he put the cold cheese in his mouth, when he chewed and swallowed it, he heard the thunderous sound of a great wall collapsing somewhere within him. Something human seemed to break and shatter into pieces.

It’s fine. It’s nothing. This is. Nothing at all. It’s fine…

As long as she doesn’t know about this moment when I became so servile.

“God will surely be moved by Your Majesty’s heart that values food so highly.”

“No, perhaps God will discover Your Majesty’s new talent and be even more pleased.”

“Look, you licked it so cleanly that the floor has become smooth, hasn’t it?”

“My shoes are shining as if newly polished!”

“Wahahahaha!”

It was a time of humiliation and pain.

It would be less than her pain, so it was bearable.

“Lastly, we have one more request.”

A moment later, the languid voice of a completely drunk priest was heard.

“Please lend us Imperial Princess Your Highness for one night.”

Lyos slowly raised his head.

Perhaps because Lyos had complied with all their demands so far. The priest had a face confident that the Emperor would follow their words this time too.

“We would like Your Majesty to permit Imperial Princess Your Highness to warm our beds.”

At that moment, Lyos’s cheek muscle twitched. Something seemed to snap in his head.

Just…

Should I just kill them.

Actually, nothing is easier than killing.

Should I kill them all, smash the Prophecy Fresco to pieces, and conceal the divine oracle that Ramun sent down?

The High Priests’ faces hardened when they saw his murderous gaze.

And very belatedly, they seemed to recall the dangerous ability this man they were toying with possessed. Lyos could shatter anything within his reach to pieces.

Yes, even right now.

“Why, why are you like this.”

“Don’t tell me you want the divine oracle to be made public?”

“If you don’t accept our demands, we’ll have no choice but to make the divine oracle public.”

Lyos didn’t answer. As the silence lengthened, the High Priests were gradually becoming terrified.

Suddenly Lyos became puzzled.

Ramun should punish a human like me.

And He should punish corrupt priests like those.

Both I and those men are all unharmed, so why on earth.

Why are we unharmed, and why do they only try to burn her? Among sinners like us, only her who has the least, is the most fragile, and has the lightest sins, why?

In their fear-filled silence, Lyos slowly caught his breath.

‘No, I can’t.’

He suppressed the murderous intent that seemed ready to explode with all his strength.

I can’t. I can’t kill them.

I can’t kill people over such personal emotions. I must not commit any more sins.

One mistake was enough.

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