I’m Trying to End This Possession - Chapter 350

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Chapter 350

 

 

 

 

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“Viego.”

That night, late into the evening, Danawin finally couldn’t hold back and spoke first.

“I bought new clothes.”

Danawin had bought a sky blue dress today, looked at a gentleman’s cane, and returned home with a fluttering heart.

She was very curious about Viego’s reaction.

She had worn new clothes after such a long time—would he think she looked pretty?

She waited with an excited heart, but Viego showed no reaction at all. No, he was completely ignoring her.

“Look at me. Viego. It’s new clothes. How is it? Does it suit me? Am I pretty?”

“….”

“Hm? Am I not pretty?”

“….”

“Pretty? Not pretty? Pretty?”

Viego didn’t answer. He was just focused on the task of filling the lantern with oil.

Danawin was a little flustered. No matter how focused he was, wasn’t this too much?

“…Um, Viego. Don’t tell me you’re ignoring me right now?”

Silent treatment.

Upset by the continued blatant ignoring, Danawin began unbuttoning her clothes. Only then did Viego’s gaze fly over.

“What are you doing right now?”

“I’m taking them off.”

“Put them back on.”

“No. If you don’t care what I wear, then what does it matter if I take them off or not?”

“Dana.”

“Leave me alone. I’m not going to wear clothes anymore.”

It was truly a childish tantrum, but it succeeded in getting Viego’s attention.

“Leave me alone! What does it matter what I wear?”

“Don’t be stubborn.”

After bickering with Viego, Danawin eventually had her clothes forcibly put back on by his hands. Viego buttoned her clothes tightly up to her neck and then sighed.

“Don’t cry.”

“….”

Before she knew it, she was crying. Danawin became anxious and hugged him tightly.

“Viego, what did I do wrong?”

“Nothing.”

“Then why are you ignoring me?”

“….”

Viego silently wiped away her tears, then opened his lips after a moment.

“The cane….”

“What?”

“You were looking at it.”

“….”

“For quite a long time.”

Danawin blinked.

The cane?

Oh, could he mean when I was looking at the gentleman’s cane? Did he see me looking at it?

“Yes. But so what?”

Viego looked at her with a strange expression, then asked very quietly.

“Do you miss Father?”

“….”

Danawin’s lips parted.

Father? Do I miss Demian?

What kind of nonsensical talk is that?

‘Oh, don’t tell me.’

But Danawin soon realized. Come to think of it, Demian always carried that kind of cane around too.

So… did he misunderstand that I was missing Demian when I looked at that cane?

With that thought, her lips twitched and laughter slipped out.

“That can’t be, Viego. I never want to see your father again in his lifetime.”

“Then why did you look at it?”

As if determined to interrogate her to the end now that he was being honest, Viego asked sharply.

“You have no reason to be interested in such things.”

This is so wonderful….

For a while, Danawin savored his jealousy with an ecstatic feeling.

She knew that Viego reacted sensitively to Demian’s existence, but she hadn’t expected it to be to this extent.

She wanted to provoke him a little more to see him jealous, but Danawin didn’t want to torment Viego. So she answered honestly.

“I wanted to buy it for Viego.”

“…What?”

“I thought Viego would look really good carrying a gentleman’s cane too. So I really wanted to give you one as a gift, but it was too expensive so I couldn’t buy it….”

At those words, Viego closed his mouth.

He suddenly felt so lovable that Danawin pinched Viego’s cheek.

“Viego is so cute.”

Viego very quickly swatted her hand away. Deep humiliation flashed in his eyes.

He warned quietly.

“Don’t treat me like a child.”

“I’m not treating you like a child.”

Danawin hugged Viego tightly again. Feeling his solid embrace, Danawin felt infinitely at peace.

She felt infinitely safe and peaceful in his arms. Even death would feel tranquil in this embrace, Danawin was certain of that.

But he would get angry if she said such things. So Danawin said something else instead.

“I love you, Viego.”

It was a word she worried might wear out from saying it too much, but she still couldn’t help but say it.

“I like Viego so much.”

Danawin buried her face in his chest. And whispered.

“I wish time would stop like this.”

 

A long time had passed since that day.

I like Viego so much.

Passing by the place where she had whispered to Viego, Dana wiped away the tears that had filled her cheeks.

The house covered in white dust and spider webs. This place had once been a home that a man and woman had lived in and tended to diligently.

‘I was truly happy.’

In this house, Danawin had been truly happy. So much so that it was frightening, so much that she was anxious everything might disappear like bubbles in an instant.

Soaked in the flooding memories, Dana slowly surveyed the inside of the house with her eyes. And she was certain.

‘I started getting sick.’

One day, suddenly, she began getting sick like someone under a curse.

Viego’s deep gaze as he looked at her sick self was vivid.

She must have had seizures too, as she remembered being tied up with soft cloth so she couldn’t move.

‘Yes, I was sick. I was in so much pain that we both suffered terribly.’

Dana belatedly realized that bullet holes were embedded throughout the house. At that moment, another shell of memory cracked open with a crisp sound.

Those were the bullets from back then.

When Karl Windsor pointed his gun at me.

Viego shot at him to save me.

She recalled Karl Windsor catching the flying bullets, and the terror she felt in that moment. The fear too. The moans she muttered, soaked in horror.

 

“Monster….”

“What did you say?”

 

A powerful shock struck her in that instant.

She couldn’t believe it.

How could she have thought such a terrifying man was sweet?

How could she have fallen into such a serious delusion? How could she have felt passionate desire for such a man? How did I ever do that? That man is-.

“A monster.”

Yes, he’s a monster.

Muttering that word once more, Dana slowly crossed the living room.

The dust-covered house was exactly as she remembered it.

The sofa where she and Viego often sat together, the hammock bed Viego made because she begged him to, even the clumsy painting she drew hanging above the fireplace….

Then she discovered something she’d never seen before.

A mirror placed against the living room wall. A very large rectangular mirror.

There was no such mirror when I was alive.

And most importantly, on the floor in front of the mirror lay an elongated black wooden box. But its shape was suspicious.

‘That looks… like a coffin?’

Why is there a coffin here?

Dana hesitated for a moment before finally pushing open the coffin lid.

Creeeeak-

At last the coffin slid open with a dull noise. Dana held her breath as she peered inside.

White bones.

The bones of someone who had died long ago lay neatly arranged there.

‘This looks like a woman’s skeleton….’

Snow-white hair, withered locks hanging long, and most of all.

The skeleton was wearing a dress.

It was a dress Dana recognized.

‘This is Danawin’s!’

That sky-blue dress Danawin had so wanted to show Viego, but never heard him call pretty.

Could this skeleton possibly be….

Dana reached out with trembling hands. On the chest of the dress lay a long-dried, crumbled flower, and what seemed to be a letter written for the deceased.

Dana carefully picked up the letter.

 

<I have dreamed of that day many times.

You, wearing new clothes, asking if you looked pretty.

In the dream, I don’t answer and ignore you. Then you cry. Before I can comfort you, I wake from the dream.

Not being honest with you that day has become a piercing regret. If I had said these words to you then, I could have seen your smile at least once more.

Pretty.

So very pretty, Dana.>

 

Thick tears flowed the moment she saw it.

Though the ink had faded over the long years, Dana recognized this handwriting at a glance.

‘Viego.’

This was Viego’s love song dedicated to Danawin.

She could hear Danawin rejoicing in her heart. Thank you for calling me pretty. Dana clutched the letter and wept for a long time.

Then, through her tear-blurred vision, something strange caught her eye.

There was a round hole in the skull’s temple area.

‘This looks like a gunshot wound.’

Hadn’t Danawin died of illness?

That wasn’t the only strange thing. The dress’s long sleeves were neatly folded over the chest, but no finger bones were visible.

‘Where are the hands?’

Casually turning her head to the side, she stiffened in shock.

The hem of the dress. The area where foot bones should be.

There was nothing there.

“….”

Only then.

Only then did Dana realize that the dress lay far too flat. Where there should have been bumps and curves showing the three-dimensional shape of bones.

It was just flat.

As if only the dress had been carefully placed in an empty coffin.

As if there was just one skull lying in the coffin.

Dana’s face turned pale. Her spine chilled instantly, and sweat began to gather in her palms. With trembling fingertips, she slowly unbuttoned the dress. Then carefully pulled it aside.

“….”

Nothing.

Where body bones should have been, there was nothing at all.

Thud. Dana dropped Viego’s letter. In shock, her mind went completely blank.

So Danawin was just a face…, just a face lying alone in the coffin.

Without a body, with only her face cut off.

‘Is this really Danawin Windsor’s coffin?’

Unable to believe it, Dana checked the coffin lid. When she wiped away the white dust with her collar, the coffin owner’s name was revealed.

 

Edam Windsor

 

Edam Windsor?

Dana doubted her own eyes.

Edam Windsor? The first religious leader of the Diana cult?

Why is this person’s coffin here?

Her head spun. The skeleton’s remains were definitely Danawin’s, so why was it labeled as Edam Windsor’s coffin?

Dana had planned to go to the Sanctuary tomorrow morning to find his coffin.

She’d heard there was a holy relic in Edam Windsor’s coffin. To get that relic and extend her lifespan.

But why is Edam Windsor’s coffin here instead of at the Sanctuary?

‘…Wait.’

Come to think of it, Viego’s alias was also Edam.

When living in this village, Viego used the alias Edam, and Dana used Eva.

Edam and Eva were names that frequently appeared in all kinds of myths, legends, and folk tales, commonly used by people across the entire continent regardless of north or west.

That’s why Viego deliberately chose such names. Edam and Eva were names that wouldn’t stand out anywhere.

‘Right, there was also a human named Edam Windsor 200 years ago.’

A Windsor ancestor from over 200 years ago. The first religious leader who founded the Diana cult and summoned ‘Yeon Dana’ to this world. His name was also Edam.

Dana even had memories of meeting him, Edam Windsor, directly.

When ‘Yeon Dana’ fell into the frozen lake, she clearly witnessed that man Edam Windsor’s face.

That face that closely resembled Viego.

When her thoughts reached that point, a strange sense of unease washed over her.

The first religious leader Edam Windsor, who looked exactly like Viego. His coffin is in Viego’s cabin, where he lived as Edam.

Is all of this coincidence?

And why was Danawin’s corpse—no, why was Danawin’s head in that coffin? Why did Viego do something so incomprehensible?

‘What on earth….’

What on earth happened after Danawin died?

Dana extended her cold hand. Danawin Windsor’s head. She placed her hand on the bone that had once been her own face, wounded by a gunshot to the temple. Then she slowly opened her Divine Sight.

Why are you left with only your head? Why did Viego place you in the coffin in this state?

‘Show me….’

After Danawin died.

The things Viego experienced.

 

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Three years after Danawin Windsor died.

Danae Windsor appeared.

“Hello.”

It was a winter day when snowflakes were falling.

“Um, are you my brother? I heard my name is Danae Windsor.”

I wish time would stop like this…,

Her desperate wish was granted. Her memories remained forever frozen at that moment, never flowing forward.

I too would have preferred to stop at that time.

But Viego’s time flowed and flowed. The woman he met again called him brother, and one day she confessed with a blushing face that she had fallen in love with another man.

“I really like Crown Prince Lyos.”

I really like Viego—with the same eyes and voice that had once said those words.

“He proposed an engagement to me.”

It would be a lie to say he wasn’t afraid of a forgotten life, but he could endure it.

The worst moment had already passed.

That day, that night, the moment he killed her.

That time was the greatest pain of Viego’s life. No day he would face in his lifetime would be more cruel than that day.

However.

“Duke Windsor. There’s something you need to do.”

Until the day Lyos Grants said those words, Viego didn’t know.

“It’s something only you can do.”

That the worst moment of his life had not yet come.

 

In this world, there existed something more terrible than shooting your lover in the head.

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