I’m Trying to End This Possession - Chapter 319

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Chapter 319

 

 

 

 

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When she was Princess Danae Grants.

About a year after living as a hostage at the Papal Court, she had grown accustomed to that life.

She had even developed small hobbies. Reading books, embroidery, playing piano. And writing a diary to record each day.

 

[Today it drizzled, so I put the flower pot outside the window.]

 

And growing plants in a small flower pot.

 

[They say blue roses will bloom, how fascinating. I hope the flowers bloom soon.]

 

While she was confined to her room as a hostage, the Pope made sure to check on her once a week without fail.

It was surveillance.

He had a duty to protect the hostage’s safety while also controlling her. He came to observe whether there were any suspicious movements.

Though surveillance meant nothing more than coming to the room for about an hour, sitting in silence, then leaving.

Danae Grants was nervous at first, but after his visits continued for over a year, she had adapted to this as well.

“How was that? It’s my favorite piece.”

She had even played piano for him once, but there was never any reaction, let alone applause.

 

That day was one of those days.

As had been the case for the past year or so, once a week, the day the Pope came to check on the hostage’s condition.

While writing in her diary, Danae Grants suddenly noticed that Justio was looking toward the window side.

The flower pot placed on the windowsill, a blue rose soaking up the sunlight.

“Pretty, isn’t it?”

The Pope’s gaze slowly shifted to her.

“The flower bloomed, Your Holiness.”

Thinking that the blue eyes she suddenly met were like those bright blue rose petals, Danae Grants smiled brightly.

“Shall I pick one for you?”

The Pope looked at her silently, then left the room without giving any answer.

It was familiar indifference, so she had adapted to this as well.

 

Then one day.

A divine oracle came down.

She was immediately dragged away by the Holy Knights and imprisoned in the underground prison.

“Tomorrow at dawn, His Holiness the Pope will hang you on the execution pyre!”

How delightedly Cardinal Dominic sneered.

But contrary to expectations, she was not burned at the stake the next day.

Not the day after that, nor the day after that either.

 

And on the seventh day, the Pope came to visit.

“….”

The Pope said nothing and quietly looked at her through the iron bars.

He must have come to announce the execution. Dana said calmly.

“I have a request.”

“….”

“The blue rose I’m growing, could you spare it?”

Probably all her belongings would be incinerated. Calling them impure as a witch’s possessions, they would burn everything.

“Please don’t kill that rose.”

It was a flower she had cared for throughout her stay at the Papal Court.

It was the only living thing she had grown attached to, so she was truly worried, and Danae Grants pleaded tearfully.

“Please, I beg you. That flower has done nothing wrong. Please spare it.”

How long did she sob while prostrating on the ground.

Suddenly, through her tear-blurred vision, white robes came into view. The pure white vestments of the Pope standing right in front, beyond the bars.

When did he come so close.

He was definitely standing far away….

“Spare the rose….”

A low voice fell from above her head.

“And?”

And…?

Could she possibly make another request? Danae Grants whispered while looking at his robes.

“If possible, I’d like you to give my diary to Lyos.”

She had thought this day might come.

So, she deliberately didn’t write a single word about Lyos in her diary.

Because she hoped Lyos would find her detestable, forget her, and live his life well.

“Is that all?”

Another question came back.

She thought intensely and soon found what she wanted to say to him.

“Before.”

When she was being pointed at and tormented by nobles, called a witch.

“In that forest.”

When she was hit by eggs thrown by nobles and ran into the forest, then collapsed in front of the Pope and lost consciousness.

“Thank you for… covering me with your coat.”

When she regained consciousness, the Pope’s clothes were wrapped around her.

It was miserable and sad, but still.

The warmth remaining in those clothes was warm.

Heavy silence continued after that. No answer came.

But since she had nothing more to say, she just held her breath and looked at the ground.

How much time passed like that.

“Don’t you want to beg me for your life?”

Danae Grants stared blankly at the stone floor.

Was the Pope testing her until the very end?

She couldn’t understand his intention, but her answer was certain.

“Yes. I don’t want to do that.”

 

And the next day, Dana was burned at the stake.

Strangely, there was no pain. The Pope seemed to have cast holy magic as a final consideration for his hostage, allowing her to depart without suffering.

The Pope sat in the front row of the execution ground and watched her burning.

Straight ahead, never averting his gaze.

Her death as she burned and died, all of it.

 

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‘That’s how it was.’

Dana remembers that moment now.

Of course, it was only natural that the Pope had ordered her execution by burning at the time. It was a death sentence handed down directly by the Sun God.

Perhaps that’s why Dana held no resentment toward Justio.

‘But he didn’t need to watch everything without batting an eye as I died.’

He didn’t need to attend the execution.

But he did.

True to his reputation as the Heretical Inquisitor who had killed the most people related to the Seven-Headed Serpent, he confirmed the Witch’s final moments until the very end.

‘He must not find out that Lete is a test subject of the Diana cult.’

If he found out, the Pope would classify Lete as a dangerous person and monitor him for the rest of his life until death.

He would persistently watch Lete wherever he went, and someday if Lete committed a crime or did something against the Pope’s will…

He would execute him.

Just like he had ordered her execution by burning.

Lete had even installed a large quantity of magic cores in the Great Cathedral of Ramun where the wedding ceremony had taken place recently. If Justio investigated Lete’s background and those traces were revealed.

Lete would be finished.

‘Absolutely not. He must not be caught.’

Fortunately, Justio said he would first capture Rodrigo and Dominic.

Originally, they were supposed to go together to Rodrigo’s laboratory.

That secretive place that required going down to even deeper underground levels, which ‘Danawin’ knew about because she had been there before.

 

“Your Holiness, I’m sorry. I suddenly feel so sick for some reason, I think I need to rest.”

 

And she deliberately gave him the wrong directions.

Leading him to the underground maze full of traps, created to prepare for intruders.

 

“Please rest in the room.”

 

Justio readily trusted her.

No, it was more than just trust.

 

“I’ll return as quickly as possible.”

 

Rather, he seemed concerned about leaving Dana alone.

Well, that was the reason she had come to this dangerous place. He must have been worried about potential accidents.

Moreover, for some reason, he seemed to harbor a strange sense of guilt about ‘Danawin’ being broken.

Perhaps that’s why. He couldn’t even imagine that she would lead him into a trap.

‘He won’t die, not if it’s Justio.’

But it wouldn’t be easy to escape from the trap. He would certainly get quite injured and wander around for quite a long time.

In the meantime, she planned to help Lete escape.

But…

“Damn it, run!”

“Hurry, run faster!”

Why was it such chaos?

The narrow corridor was pandemonium. Researchers and guards were gripped with terror, rushing toward the exit.

“The test subjects have been released!”

“What crazy bastard let them loose!”

The test subjects had been released?

Sure enough, heart-rending screams could be heard from the end of that corridor. The escaped test subjects were attacking the researchers.

‘So this is what happened.’

That’s why.

That’s why Lete survived without being caught in the magic core explosion. Because the test subjects escaped.

‘Then Lete must have escaped by now and is running away?’

Dana hoped that was the case as she ran toward the iron cage where he had been imprisoned, but-

‘He hasn’t run away yet!’

Far from escaping, he was still crouched in the corner of the iron cage.

Of course, even if not now, Lete would have escaped at an opportune time. That’s why he was still alive in the future.

But what mattered in this virtual reality was not getting caught by Justio.

“What are you doing here, hurry up and come out!”

-The moment she said that, she realized.

‘He can’t hear.’

Lete couldn’t hear anything.

And he couldn’t see anything either. His eyes were wrapped in bandages. His nickname was the Blind Boy.

Just in case, Dana slowly parted the boy’s lips. And.

“…”

She looked inside his mouth.

Inside the mouth of a child whose tongue had been cut out, unable to speak.

At that moment, murderous intent flared up like flames, and tears welled up in her eyes.

Rodrigo Windsor, that bastard. How could he do this to a child?

“It’s okay. I won’t hurt you.”

Since he couldn’t hear or see, Dana gently stroked Lete’s head. To reassure him.

“Let’s go for now. Okay?”

And she pulled his wrist. Fortunately, the boy seemed startled but didn’t resist.

Dana put the cloak that Justio had left behind over his head. After wrapping his face so it couldn’t be seen, she took Lete’s hand and ran. Mixing into the swarming crowd, toward the only exit.

“What are you doing not going up to the surface quickly!”

“Get out, if you don’t want to die, hurry and escape from this underground!”

That’s when it happened.

Bang.

The sound of something exploding in front of the exit could be heard.

Following that, the chilling sound of liquid and flesh scattering on the walls and floor continued…

“Du, Duke?”

“Duke Windsor! Wh, what are you doing!”

Dana gripped Lete’s hand tightly and stepped backward.

Justio Grants was standing in front of the exit.

‘Why is he here?’

How did he get out already?

That’s impossible. He should be going down to underground levels deeper than this place by now!

“Duke, why on earth!”

“Wh, what is this!”

Justio neither replied nor hurried. He looked directly at each person’s face, reached out his hand, and killed them.

He was truly ‘checking.’ Whether there were any demon fragments among them.

And that was the moment.

Justio’s eyebrows twitched as he continued the slaughter, then he sharply turned his head.

And he found her precisely through dozens of faces.

“…!”

The moment their eyes met, Dana saw his gaze sharpen with intensity.

 

[Why are you out here?]

 

A voice echoed in her head.

 

[It’s dangerous, so please stay still where you are.]

 

It seemed he hadn’t noticed her deception yet.

But if she ran away now, he would realize.

If that happened, it would be the end with House of Justio.

Dana hesitantly stepped back. His gaze became sharply sensitive, as if it might shatter.

 

[I told you not to move any further.]

 

Their long cooperation, their deals would all come to an end.

She would become an enemy of Justio Grants.

Knowing this, she took another step back.

 

[Stop.]

 

She had already prepared herself for this.

She had already made her choice when getting off the train.

 

[Stay still, just like that.]

 

Dana took another step back. Defiantly. As if making a declaration.

At that moment, deep anger rippled through Justio’s steel-blue eyes.

 

[Don’t do something you’ll regret.]

 

Before his words even finished, Dana spun around sharply. Pressing Justio’s cloak firmly over Lete’s head, she squeezed through the crowd and ran away.

At that moment, a deep sigh echoed through her mind.

 

[…You’ll regret this.]

 

With those low muttered words—

The voice cut off abruptly.

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