I’m Trying to End This Possession - Chapter 351

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Chapter 351

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After Danawin Windsor died.

Viego buried her body not in the Sanctuary or the Empire, but at the ranch.

It was beneath the apple tree where Danawin used to lie and enjoy her afternoon naps.

Viego looked down at her tomb as white apple blossoms fell like snowflakes and murmured.

“I’ll visit often, so don’t be lonely.”

Afterward, Viego truly kept that promise.

Though he was extremely busy traveling between the Sanctuary and Empire, managing the religious order and family affairs, he made sure to bring her favorite lily of the valley flowers to her tomb once or twice a month.

“The sheep we raised have been moved to the Windsor Estate, so don’t worry.”

And as if Danawin were still alive, he would sit beside her tomb and quietly converse with her.

“The lamb you adored has grown up and is now pregnant. I’ve hired a shepherd to care for them devotedly, so don’t worry.”

It was no different from long ago, when he would sit here leaning shoulder to shoulder with her, sharing languid conversations.

Only one thing was different—the listener and speaker had switched roles.

Back then, Viego would remain silent while Danawin chattered away, but now Viego spoke while Danawin remained silent.

That wasn’t so bad either.

And sometimes Viego would sleep beside the tomb. Though his extremely sensitive nerves often caused him insomnia, here he could sleep very deeply.

“I think I understand why you liked sleeping here.”

The seasons changed quickly.

Each time, Viego’s attire would change, but the flowers he brought never varied.

Lily of the valley. He always offered her favorite lily of the valley flowers at her tomb.

Three years passed this way.

Viego, who had visited without fail for three years, suddenly stopped coming one day. He didn’t show himself for several months, then appeared unexpectedly on a very cold winter day.

He offered lily of the valley flowers on his lover’s tomb as usual.

“….”

That was all.

Viego didn’t sit beside the tomb. He simply stood quietly with his hands in his coat pockets, looking down at the tomb before opening his mouth.

“Danae Windsor…”

His low voice flowed out with his breath.

“She loves white roses most of all.”

Silence fell again afterward.

After remaining quiet for a long while, he murmured again.

“You hated roses. Ever since you were deeply pricked by thorns.”

That fact made him realize they were completely different people. He also came to understand painfully that the lover he had cherished now existed only in this deep tomb and in his memories.

Quietly accepting that truth, Viego knelt on one knee before the tomb. After carefully pulling the faded weeds, he bent down and pressed his lips to the tomb.

It was a farewell kiss.

Then he turned around. And he left without looking back even once.

However, several months later.

Viego visited the ranch once again.

His complexion as he stood before the tomb was poor. His face was pale, his eyes were clouded, and dark shadows lay thick beneath his eyes.

The platinum hair that he had always kept neatly combed back since becoming a duke was now disheveled over his forehead, and most importantly.

He was holding a shovel.

Instead of the flowers he always brought, he stood there blankly with a shovel in one hand, staring at her tomb.

“Duke Windsor.”

Viego was lost in thought.

He was recalling the conversation he had with Lyos Grants last night.

That conversation that would shake his life.

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That day, his sister Danae Windsor confessed.

“Brother. Actually, I’m not Danae Windsor.”

At her confession of being a soul from another world, Viego asked gently.

“Do you want to go back?”

Danae Windsor pondered for a long while before asking.

“Actually, I’m not sure. I’m truly happy here right now….”

That brief conversation opened new perspectives for Viego.

What if she someday wished to return?

He would need to retrieve her body from the frozen lake, but was that physically possible?

Late that night, as his thoughts grew deeper.

Danae Windsor’s new love, her new lover, Lyos Grants came to his office.

Dana had probably told Lyos about it too.

He thought perhaps Lyos had come to discuss related matters.

He was mistaken.

“Want to see this?”

Lyos Grants held out some kind of orb to Viego….

Dana’s face was flickering inside that orb. But she was being called by a title he’d never heard before.

Princess Danae Grants.

A heretic adopted into the Imperial Family.

A witch pointed at by people.

Utterly impossible things were unfolding inside the orb. Thinking it was nonsense, Viego crushed the orb in his hand instantly.

“…!”

As the orb shattered into fragments, fragmented memories came flooding into him.

They were memories of ‘Princess Danae Grants.’

Events from another timeline that had never existed in his memory until now.

As those timeline memories flooded in, Viego realized this was a time that had truly existed. He also learned that in that time, Princess Danae Grants had been branded a witch and burned at the stake.

“Back then, you brought me Princess Danae Grants’ urn, Duke.”

Lyos Grants continued speaking with a very bored expression.

“How about it. Do you remember now?”

His words were correct.

Back then, the remains of Danae Grants, who had died by burning, were originally scheduled to be disposed of. But Viego had strongly demanded they show respect to the woman who had once been royalty, and smuggled them out.

And he had handed the princess’s urn to Lyos Grants. Along with her belongings.

That memory was now vivid.

“…I remember.”

“Good.”

Lyos held out the documents to him. As if even conversation was bothersome. Viego read through the documents.

The first timeline briefly described what had happened to Princess Danae Grants.

No, looking more closely, this was Lyos’s record.

The traces of a man who had traveled through time countless times within the first timeline. Viego followed with his eyes his obsessive efforts to prevent the burning at the stake.

Even so, the last sentence was, in the end, burning at the stake. It was burning at the stake.

“There are several timelines after that one, but you don’t need to know about all of them. Knowing everything would just give you a headache. Besides, you were pretty much the same anyway.”

“What do you mean by the same?”

“No matter what time or what life you lived, you ultimately made the same choices.”

Lyos laughed. It was unclear whether it was mockery directed at Viego Windsor or at himself.

“For example, like how the Duke loved Danawin Windsor and shot her in the head for her sake.”

At the sudden mention of his lover’s name, coldness flashed in Viego’s eyes. How did he know?

“You could do it because you knew another body was prepared for her. Isn’t that right?”

Having said that, Lyos snatched the bundle of documents from Viego’s hands. As if destroying evidence, he threw it into the fireplace.

“If her body had been the only one, and that death would have been true death, could the Duke still have pulled the trigger?”

Viego looked at Lyos’s face with shadowed eyes.

Of course. He would have pulled it anyway.

…No. Perhaps he couldn’t have.

“Unlike now, when she was Danae Grants, her body was the only one.”

That was right.

In the memories Viego had recovered, Princess Danae Grants had no other body.

“In the first timeline, the Diana Church’s experimental power wasn’t as excellent as it is now.”

As Lyos said, in the first timeline, the Diana Church’s experimental power was pathetic compared to now.

It was so weak that it was easily defeated by the Ramun Church and the Imperial Family and perished.

“Back then, they didn’t have the excellent material called the serpent’s head, and above all, their experimental knowledge was too shallow. So even though the Diana Church experimented for over 200 years across generations, the only body they successfully created was just one—Danae Grants.”

So for Danae Grants, one death was the end.

Unlike now.

Unlike now, where she has multiple bodies and death becomes a new beginning…

“But as you know, she now has multiple bodies. There are two reasons why the Diana Church’s experimental power grew so brilliantly like magic in this timeline.”

Lyos raised one finger.

“First. Because I severed the Seven-Headed Serpent’s head at the Frozen Lake, and the Diana Church obtained and used that power.”

“…”

“What happens at the Frozen Lake becomes unchangeable fate. In subsequent timelines, even if I don’t cut it, the serpent’s head will inevitably be severed and float up on the lake. It’s like torrential rain that must fall someday—it’s already become a fateful phenomenon of this world.”

What happens at the Frozen Lake becomes unchangeable fate. That sentence sounded particularly ominous.

“But even if gold is right before your eyes, without knowing the refining method, it’s just a heavy stone.”

Lyos raised another finger.

“Someone used that excellent material and created multiple bodies for Dana with experimental knowledge that transcends time. Do you know who that being is?”

Lyos pointed at him with his finger.

“It’s you. Viego Windsor.”

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